Chapter 23: Archer is a Ranged Class!  

Broly gently set the car down. Having done this once before, Taiga, who was riding in the flying car this time, wasn't as frightened.

"Broly, why are you here, and in such a strange way?"

The trio approached, and Rin was the first to ask.

"I came looking for you two. I noticed you two weren't happy anymore, and I wanted to know why."

Broly stated his purpose bluntly.

"Us?"

Rin was clever. She picked up on a clue from Broly's words.

"You know my sister?"

"Yes."

Broly nodded.

"Sir, if I recall correctly, when we returned your daughter to you last time, we mentioned that she was being abused in her adoptive family, didn't we?"

While Broly and Rin were talking, Taiga stormed up to Tokiomi, her tone sharp as she addressed the elegantly dressed man in the red suit.

Arriving at the Matou residence and witnessing the handover of the child, combined with the drop in the girl's happiness value, Taiga didn't need further explanation to piece together the full picture.

Though her assumptions might have been slightly off, the general direction was correct: this man was sending his daughter back to the family that had abused her.

Tokiomi took a step back. The boy's dramatic entrance, carrying a car from the sky, made him realize that the two who had brought his younger daughter home were no ordinary individuals.

He cautiously drew his gem-encrusted wand and replied, "The misunderstanding has been cleared up. My daughter was not abused in the Matou family; their magical training was just strict.

As her father, I appreciate your concern for my daughter. However, I must ask you, as outsiders, not to interfere in the affairs of the Tohsaka and Matou families.

Otherwise..."

Before Tokiomi could finish, Broly appeared in front of him, his small fist connecting with the man's cheek.

The elegant man's face visibly distorted and twisted as he was sent spinning through the air.

*Crash!*

He slammed into the Matou family's iron gate with a loud noise, snapping everyone to attention.

"Tokiomi!"

"Teacher!"

"Dad!"

The first cry came from Aoi Zenjou, the second from the expressionless Kirei Kotomine, and the third from Rin, who, despite her resentment toward her father's coldness, still held a habitual respect for him.

"Your father is still alive. I didn't kill him."

Broly explained to the anxious Rin before walking toward the man who had crashed into the gate.

"I sent her home so she could be happy, but you drove her out again."

Broly pointed at young Sakura, who was watching from the side, his voice growing angrier.

"Old man, doing old man things, usually means you deserve a beating. I'll use my fists to make you understand who the real master of your house is."

Broly would fulfill the promise he had made to Sakura under the covers—to use violence to bring her home. He would beat her parents into submission or, more bluntly, help Sakura reclaim her former home.

Tokiomi was dazed. He hadn't expected Broly to strike so suddenly, nor had he anticipated the boy's speed and strength.

Though Broly had held back, not aiming to kill, the punch had still shattered Tokiomi's cheek, causing him to spit out blood and several broken teeth.

The pain made Tokiomi want to pass out, but his pride as a magus kept him conscious.

He raised his gem-encrusted wand, and as he channeled his magical energy, a fireball shot out from the ruby at its tip, heading straight for the approaching boy.

Broly watched the slow-moving fireball and casually swatted it away, causing those familiar with magic to twitch at the sight.

Seeing his fireball ineffective, Tokiomi didn't hesitate. He quickly pulled out several high-quality gems from his pocket and hurled them toward Broly.

The Tohsaka family's gem magic was unique. With high-quality gems as auxiliary casting materials, they could significantly enhance the power of their spells.

"Six Shackles Technique: Gravity Crush!"

The spell Tokiomi cast was related to gravity. It could multiply the gravity within a targeted area.

Originally, the spell would increase gravity by a few times, but with the aid of the high-quality gems, the gravity in the area surged to over twenty times Earth's normal gravity.

While a person's external strength might be formidable, their internal organs were fragile. No one's organs could withstand twenty times Earth's gravity unless they had lived in an environment with even greater gravitational force.

Broly felt the change in gravity, which reminded him of being back on Planet Vampa.

Well, Planet Vegeta's gravity was ten times that of Earth, and Planet Vampa's gravity was even stronger than Vegeta's.

So, Broly showed no signs of discomfort. Apart from glancing at the gems Tokiomi had thrown, he easily walked through the gravity field and stood before Tokiomi.

"How is this possible?"

Tokiomi couldn't believe his magic had failed, staring wide-eyed at the boy.

"Are you ready to be beaten up?"

Broly raised his small fist and asked seriously. The upcoming beating would be challenging—he needed to control his immense strength to avoid killing the father of the two girls before him.

"I..."

Before Tokiomi could respond, Broly started punching. His small fists moved like blurs, lifting the man off the ground.

"Tokiomi!"

"Teacher!"

"Dad!"

Three voices cried out again as Tokiomi's eyes rolled back in his head under the barrage of Broly's punches.

"Don't just stand there, go help your teacher!"

Aoi Tohsaka, frantic, urged Kirei Kotomine beside her.

Kirei Kotomine: "..."

While he appeared concerned on the surface as he watched Tokiomi being pummeled, deep down, he felt an unexpected sense of pleasure.

Now, pressured by his nominal teacher's wife, he had no choice but to step forward and play the role of the loyal disciple.

"Stop right there! Eight Extremities Fist!"

Kirei closed in on the boy's flurry of punches and unleashed his Bajiquan technique.

But the next moment, he was sent flying, tumbling over a dozen times on the street outside the Matou residence.

When he got up, his right arm was twisted and dislocated—clearly broken.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Kirei broke out in a cold sweat. Broly's punches, while seemingly fast, didn't appear to do much damage at first glance.

But upon actual contact, Kirei realized they were like iron fists with immense power. If he hadn't pulled back quickly, his arm might have been completely destroyed.

"However, it's clear that he's using controlled force. Otherwise, Teacher Tokiomi would have been turned into paste by now."

Kirei made his judgment. He glanced at the two people who had come with the boy, then back at Tokiomi, who was being beaten into an elegant dance.

After a moment's thought, he dismissed the dangerous idea of taking the two as hostages to threaten the boy.

Just as Broly raised his fist, aiming for Tokiomi's stomach to deliver another blow, a sword suddenly shot toward him.

Unlike Kirei's weak punch, this sword made Broly stop.

Broly turned his head toward the direction the sword had come from, and Gilgamesh's figure appeared.

"You've put on quite a show, but Tokiomi is still my vassal. Sometimes, the dignity of a vassal reflects the dignity of a king."

Gilgamesh spoke.

"Are you saying that even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner?"

Broly's mind flashed with this phrase, and he blurted it out.

"Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner?"

Hearing this, Gilgamesh was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Exactly! Since you've amused me, I won't hold it against you, a child, if you stop now."

Gilgamesh found it beneath him to argue with a child. If it weren't for Tokiomi being on the verge of death, he wouldn't have intervened.

"Are you going to help him?"

Broly asked.

"You could say that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of chains rang out. Broly's body was bound in mid-air by the Chains of Heaven, and his small fist, aimed at Gilgamesh, stopped just 20 centimeters from the king's face. Gilgamesh could feel the gust of wind from the punch.

"What an aggressive little brat, attacking me without a second thought. But since you're just a child, I'll forgive your insolence this time..."

"Clang, boom!"

The Chains of Heaven were forcibly stretched, and a Noble Phantasm shield appeared just in time to block Gilgamesh.

Broly's fist struck the shield, creating a loud impact. The tremendous force sent the shield flying backward.

Gilgamesh raised his hand to block the incoming shield, but even as a demigod, he was pushed back by it.

A cracking sound echoed as the Noble Phantasm shield shattered, revealing Gilgamesh behind it. Broly, ignoring the chains binding him, charged forward and kicked.

"Boom!"

It was unclear whether the sound was thunder from the sky or the ground being shattered, but where Gilgamesh had stood, a crater resembling a meteor impact appeared.

Broly stood in the crater, grabbed the chains binding his limbs, and easily snapped them.

"It seems I can't treat you as just a child, but rather as a ferocious beast."

Gilgamesh, now standing on a streetlamp, looked serious. His casual attire transformed into golden armor. Broly's two attacks had made him realize the boy's strength was no joke.

Only when one's life isn't in danger can one afford to be leisurely. But against someone who could easily break the Chains of Heaven and threaten his life, Gilgamesh knew he couldn't afford to be careless.

Behind Gilgamesh, ripples of light appeared—the Gate of Babylon. Countless Noble Phantasms emerged, aimed at the boy below.

Broly frowned at him, confirming that this was someone he could use more strength against, and launched another attack. The streetlamp was kicked apart in an instant.

Gilgamesh jumped away just in time, and the Noble Phantasms rained down like a storm.

Booming sounds echoed as the street was reduced to dust and rubble. Broly charged through the rain of Noble Phantasms, smashing them aside with his bare hands.

One after another, the Noble Phantasms were deflected or destroyed. Broly chased after Gilgamesh, who was leaping into the sky by stepping on Noble Phantasms.

A monster—this was a true monster. Even when the Noble Phantasms hit Broly, they couldn't harm him. At most, they slowed him down slightly.

At the same time, Gilgamesh noticed that Broly's speed and strength were increasing rapidly. It was as if the boy hadn't been serious at first but was now starting to show his true power.

Fortunately, the child's movements were straightforward and easy to predict. While ordinary Noble Phantasms couldn't harm him, their impact could still slow him down.

As a shield blocked Broly's vision, he punched through it, only to find a massive warhammer waiting behind it.

Unprepared for the hammer, Broly took the hit square on the forehead and was sent crashing back to the ground.

"Boom!"

"Ouch~"

Broly clutched his forehead, rolling around in the crater. The unexpected attack had genuinely hurt him.

[If anyone else had taken that hit, even a magical beast would have been turned into paste. But he's just in pain...]

The thought flashed through Gilgamesh's mind as he stood on a Noble Phantasm, arms crossed, looking down at Broly from the sky.

"You're strong, I'll give you that. But your fighting style is too straightforward, like a wild beast charging headfirst.

If you keep fighting like this, no matter how strong or fast you are, you'll never touch me!"

Gilgamesh made his conclusion, but he left out one thing: Broly's defense was absurd. Even direct hits from Noble Phantasms couldn't break through. Gilgamesh was at a loss on how to deal with him.

"You're cheating! You only throw things!"

Broly was furious. Gilgamesh's fighting style, throwing things, was something he had never encountered before.

Whether hunting or sparring with his old man, it had always been physical combat. There had never been any throwing involved.

"Hmph, these Noble Phantasms are my treasures. It's only natural for me to use them for attack and defense. Besides, I was summoned as an Archer. What's wrong with using ranged attacks?"

Gilgamesh retorted, but his words revealed one thing: he had no intention of engaging Broly in close combat.

Are you kidding? Fighting this monstrous child up close would be suicide!

At this moment, Gilgamesh had no desire to act contrary to his class.

He was an Archer, and an Archer, by definition, was a ranged fighter!

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