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CĂș Chulainn's eyes lit up the moment he saw Geese dodge his attack.
"Good. Let's see how many moves you can take."
He stepped forward, closing the distance in an instant.
The magic spear in his hand moved fluidly-thrusting, parrying, sweeping, blocking.
Every motion was clean and precise.
Geese was caught completely off guard and forced into a hard fight.
At the same time, when Geese's subordinates saw their boss under attack, they instinctively reached for their weapons.
"That won't do," Emiya said flatly.
An invisible pressure burst outward from his body.
A domineering, contemptuous force swept across the field.
One by one, Geese's subordinates rolled their eyes and collapsed.
This was Conqueror's Haki.
A perfect tool for clearing mobs.
After learning Observation and Armament Haki, Emiya had consumed the Dragon's Blood Potion.
His Dragon's Greed gained draconic authority.
Under that influence, he awakened Conqueror's Haki.
This was the first time he had used it publicly.
And it worked exactly as expected.
More importantly, Emiya's Conqueror's Haki was different from ordinary Haki.
It wasn't released indiscriminately.
Through Nen control, he could target specific individuals.
If he aimed it at one person, even someone standing right beside them wouldn't feel a thing.
That was why Illya was unaffected while Geese's subordinates dropped instantly.
In the entire training ground, only five people were still standing.
Emiya.
Heracles.
Illya.
Geese.
And CĂș Chulainn.
Billy Kane was technically still conscious.
But a hole had already been pierced through his shoulder by CĂș Chulainn.
He couldn't even grip his weapon properly.
Saving Geese was impossible.
And even if he tried, Emiya and Heracles wouldn't just stand by.
Geese was the boss of South Town.
The moment he realized he couldn't rely on his subordinates, he abandoned all illusions.
He even forgot about Emiya and Heracles watching nearby.
Right now, he had only one objective.
Defeat the man in the blue bodysuit.
"REPPUKEN!"
Geese roared, launching his first true counterattack.
CĂș Chulainn laughed loudly.
"Yes. That's it. This is how it should be."
He wanted nothing more than a satisfying fight.
Geese's current state only excited him further.
He twisted his spear, deflecting the Reppuken, then thrust straight for Geese's throat.
Geese didn't retreat.
He leapt back, dodging the spear, and threw a punch at CĂș Chulainn's head.
The two clashed head-on.
CĂș Chulainn's attacks were wide, heavy, and relentless.
He used every technique he had learned from that certain old woman in the Land of Shadows.
No hesitation.
No restraint.
The spear moved as if it were alive.
Geese slowly realized something grim.
Even after abandoning everything and committing fully to this fight...
Even after resolving to defeat this man with his own strength...
Once his opponent became serious, he was completely suppressed.
Every movement was polished beyond belief.
No wasted motion.
The spear was steady, fluid, flawless.
If there was a weakness, Geese couldn't see it.
Under this storm of attacks, defending was already exhausting.
Each strike could carve another wound into his body.
All he could do was protect his vitals.
Although CĂș Chulainn was enjoying himself, it still wasn't the all-out battle he wanted.
Geese was decent.
But still lacking.
"So this is it?" CĂș Chulainn asked.
Geese's face flushed red.
His eyes turned bloodshot.
"Don't look down on me, you bastard!"
Special Move.
Raging Storm.
Geese slammed his fist into the ground.
Violent ki erupted, shattering the earth.
Cracks spread outward like a spiderweb.
At the same time, the ki buried underground burst forth.
Sharp ki blades shot toward CĂș Chulainn.
Hidden.
Vicious.
CĂș Chulainn gripped his spear with both hands.
Magic surged.
His body reinforced.
He swung.
Like a great dragon sweeping across the land.
A crimson arc tore through the air.
The ki blades shattered instantly.
"Yes!" CĂș Chulainn kicked off the collapsing ground.
As the earth gave way, he shot forward like a beam of light.
Geese roared and didn't dodge.
He faced the incoming spear and threw two punches.
Double Reppuken.
Both fists, overflowing with ki, clamped down on the spear tip.
Two completely different forces collided.
A deafening roar exploded outward.
The already-ruined ground collapsed again.
A shockwave spread at supersonic speed.
Emiya instantly activated Nen.
A thin, cicada-wing-like shield formed in front of the others.
It blocked the storm completely.
The collision raged on.
But everyone's eyes were fixed on the two fighters.
Geese's fists were locked on the spear.
Blood poured from his hands.
His arms went numb.
He lost all sensation.
CĂș Chulainn twisted the spear.
Geese's grip broke.
The spear shot forward again.
Straight for his throat.
Geese bent backward at the last moment, barely avoiding it.
CĂș Chulainn raised the spear high and smashed downward.
The weapon whistled through the air.
Geese rolled desperately, dodging again.
CĂș Chulainn clicked his tongue.
He stepped forward, pressing the attack.
The spear thrust again and again, chasing Geese across the ground.
Geese rolled left and right.
Each time, at the last possible instant, his instincts saved him.
Billy watched, his eyes widening.
This felt familiar.
Like something he had seen before.
After several failed pursuits, CĂș Chulainn stopped.
He let Geese stand up.
But the killing intent never wavered.
Geese's face was flushed.
His fighting spirit burned just as fiercely.
Today, he had lost face as the ruler of South Town.
If he couldn't keep these people here, what right did he have to rule anything?
He took a deep breath.
Assumed a stance.
Stared directly at CĂș Chulainn.
The enemy was strong.
But not unbeatable.
"Who are you people?" Geese demanded.
"Why are you provoking me?"
"If it's money you want, I'll pay. Name your price."
If he couldn't win, he'd buy his way out.
Money was something he had plenty of.
CĂș Chulainn's face filled with disappointment.
He had thought Geese would fight to the end.
Instead, he tried to solve it with money.
That killed all interest.
CĂș Chulainn retracted his spear and turned away.
Someone who abandoned a warrior's resolve wasn't worth his effort.
Emiya spoke calmly.
"We don't want money."
"We want the KOF tournament invitation."
"Hand it over, and we'll leave."
Geese stared at him.
"You caused all this... for a KOF invitation?"
Emiya nodded.
"Yes."
Geese looked helpless.
In the end, he returned to his villa, retrieved the invitation, and threw it to Emiya.
Emiya caught it and left with his group.
Geese watched them go and finally let out a long breath.
In his eyes, they were nothing but lunatics.
To provoke him over something so trivial?
He wanted nothing to do with them ever again.
So when his half-brother, Wolfgang Krauser von Stroheim, invited him to join the KOF tournament the next day-
Geese refused without hesitation.
He didn't want to meet those lunatics again.
After leaving Geese's villa, Emiya's group headed to Illusion.
It was still morning.
The bar wasn't open.
But as Mai Shiranui's friends-and King's benefactors-they were welcomed inside.
Once they sat down, Mai Shiranui smiled and gently pushed a shy girl forward.
"Well?" she said proudly. "Isn't she super cute?"
Emiya glanced once and understood.
"Your new teammate?"
"That's right," Mai replied.
"Yuri is representing the Art of Fighting Team this time."
"So for the Women Fighters Team..."
"This is our new member."
"Kasumi Todoh."
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