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At night, Cú Chulainn went alone to Geese's headquarters.
It was a luxurious-looking building.
He was stopped at the entrance.
"No unauthorized personnel allowed," the men in security uniforms said, their gazes hostile.
A few of them looked especially fierce.
Cú Chulainn smiled.
"I heard the boss of this city is here."
"I've come to challenge him."
The guards exchanged glances, then smirked.
The captain waved his hand dismissively, signaling his subordinates to deal with this lunatic.
Bang.
The fight broke out instantly.
To everyone's shock, the challenger was a monster.
Cú Chulainn sent the guards flying as if an adult were bullying children.
Overwhelming.
Unstoppable.
In less than a minute, over a dozen guards lay on the ground, unable to move.
Cú Chulainn frowned.
Disappointed.
He had heard from King that this place was heavily guarded, like a dragon's den.
Was this really it?
"These are the soldiers of South Town's boss?"
No coordination.
Weak strength.
A complete mess.
They didn't even compare to the enemies he had faced on real battlefields.
Not even close.
Before he could finish complaining, more men rushed out of the building.
Fully armed.
Handguns raised.
Cú Chulainn's eyes lit up.
He pushed off the ground with his right foot.
His body shot forward like an arrow.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Bullets tore through the air where he had been standing moments ago.
All of them missed.
"Yes," Cú Chulainn laughed.
"This is more like it."
He weaved left and right, casually dodging the gunfire.
In an instant, he was among them.
A red magic spear appeared in his hand.
Swoosh.
One horizontal sweep.
Several men were sent flying.
More armed men rushed in without hesitation, trying to overwhelm him with numbers.
Cú Chulainn grew even more excited.
"Yes. This is how it should be."
Magic surged through his body.
He moved erratically through the crowd.
Before anyone could react, he was already in their faces-
sending them flying one by one.
Not long after, the second wave was wiped out.
Cú Chulainn straightened up and rolled his shoulders.
Crack. Crack.
A perfect warm-up.
Now he was ready.
He wanted a real opponent.
So he continued forward and entered the building.
Soon, a few figures appeared, blocking his path.
Unlike the previous ones, these men wore casual clothes and carried no guns.
But their bodies contained noticeable power.
"So you're the fighters who've mastered 'ki,'" Cú Chulainn said, resting the spear on his shoulder.
He beckoned at them.
"Let me see how strong you are."
They exchanged looks and charged immediately.
...
Disappointing.
They looked strong, but under Cú Chulainn's relentless pressure, they were driven back almost instantly.
No room to fight back.
No chance to turn the tide.
They fell one after another.
Cú Chulainn sighed.
"That's it?"
"This city's boss only has trash like this?"
"How did someone like that rule South Town?"
...
Crack.
A wine glass shattered.
In front of a floor-to-ceiling window stood a blond man with slicked-back hair.
His expression was terrifyingly dark.
Geese Howard.
Just minutes earlier, he had been resting when a subordinate reported the incident.
A man wielding a long red spear had stormed through his territory.
Left a message.
Then walked away.
Humiliation.
Unprecedented.
"How do I rule this city..." Geese muttered, his expression twisting.
"I've been underestimated."
Since becoming South Town's ruler, he had only lost once.
To Ryo Sakazaki.
Never like this.
"Tell Billy," Geese said coldly.
"I want that man's corpse."
"By tomorrow."
"Yes, Lord Geese."
...
Back at the Illusion Bar, just before closing time, Emiya saw the door open.
Cú Chulainn walked in.
"How was it?" Emiya asked.
Cú Chulainn shook his head.
"Completely underwhelming."
"Geese's subordinates are basically a mob."
"Not a single decent master."
"I don't get how that guy became the boss."
"Probably because Geese himself is strong," Emiya replied calmly.
In the story, aside from Billy, Geese's subordinates were never impressive.
"Maybe," Cú Chulainn said.
"I just hope Geese won't disappoint me."
King, standing nearby, spoke up.
"Geese is one of the strongest fighters in South Town."
Cú Chulainn nodded.
"Then I'll look forward to it."
...
The next morning, at a hotel in South Town.
Since the bar was small, Emiya and the others had stayed there overnight.
Around 8 a.m., a loud crash echoed through the building.
Emiya calmly got up.
Washed his face.
And walked out.
In the lobby, a group of men had blocked the entire area.
Cú Chulainn, Heracles, and Illya stood in the middle, facing men dressed in black.
Emiya walked over.
"What's going on?"
Cú Chulainn smiled.
"Yesterday's guy came knocking."
Emiya looked ahead.
A man in a leather jacket and bandana stood at the front, holding a long staff.
Billy Kane.
So this was Geese's response.
Expected.
If anything, it was a little late.
Billy narrowed his eyes and pointed at Cú Chulainn.
"You with him?"
"Yes," Emiya replied.
"We are."
Billy sneered.
"Then you're all coming with me."
"As long as you beat him," Emiya said.
"You can say whatever you want."
Cú Chulainn stepped forward, stretching his arms.
"Last night was boring."
"Try not to disappoint me."
Billy's expression twisted.
"Arrogant bastard-die!"
As Geese's right-hand man, Billy knew one rule.
No mercy.
He swung his staff straight at Cú Chulainn's temple.
Bang.
The staff stopped midair.
Blocked by a red spear.
Billy's heart skipped.
He hadn't even seen where the spear came from.
That alone made him uneasy.
He forced the feeling down and focused.
The staff moved unpredictably-
face, neck, arms, legs.
Afterimages overlapped.
"Yes," Cú Chulainn laughed.
"Now this is a fight."
His spear intercepted every strike just before impact.
Bang after bang echoed.
Billy's assault did nothing.
"You're not bad," Cú Chulainn said calmly.
"Much better than last night's trash."
Billy's shock deepened.
He was going all out.
And still couldn't break through.
This opponent was stronger than anyone he'd faced.
"What's wrong?" Cú Chulainn said suddenly.
"Why are you hesitating?"
Distraction in battle.
Unforgivable.
"Then it's my turn."
In an instant, the spear shot through the dense shadows like a venomous snake.
Straight for Billy's throat.
Billy jumped back in alarm.
But Cú Chulainn followed immediately.
No time.
Billy rolled across the ground, barely avoiding the thrust.
Clumsy.
Before he could stand, the spear came again.
He rolled left.
Rolled right.
Over and over.
Fury burned in his chest.
He wanted to stand.
To crush his enemy.
But if he slowed for even a moment-
he'd be pierced.
Finally, Billy acted.
He rolled toward his subordinates.
Swung his staff.
Several men were thrown up into the air, forced into the spear's path.
Using them as shields, Billy finally regained his footing.
As for the unlucky men-
They were sent flying the moment Cú Chulainn's spear struck them.
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