Archer Is a Ranged Class!

Broly gently set the car down. Once was practice, twice was routine; this time, Fujimura Taiga was no longer frightened by riding in a flying car.

"Broly, why are you here? And why did you make such a strange entrance?"

The three of them walked over, and Rin Tohsaka was the first to ask the boy.

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

Broly stated his purpose very directly.

"Us?"

Rin Tohsaka was clever. She picked up on something from Broly's words.

"You know my younger sister?"

"Yeah."

Broly nodded.

"Elegant Gentleman, if I remember correctly, when we brought your daughter back to your home last time, we told you that she was being abused by the family she'd been adopted into, didn't we?"

While Broly and Rin Tohsaka were talking, Fujimura Taiga strode aggressively up to Tokiomi Tohsaka and asked the elegant man in the red suit in a rather hostile tone.

Having arrived at the Matou Family and witnessed the child handover, then connecting it to the drop in the girl's Happiness Value, Fujimura Taiga had already pieced together the whole incident in her mind without needing anyone to explain it.

Although her assumptions were somewhat off, the overall conclusion was the same: this man was about to send his daughter back to the family that had abused her.

Tokiomi Tohsaka took a step back. The boy's entrance—descending from the sky with a car over his shoulder—made him realize that the two people who had once brought his younger daughter home were no ordinary individuals.

Cautiously, he drew his Jewel Staff before replying, "The misunderstanding has been cleared up. My daughter was not abused by the Matou Family. Their magecraft training was simply a little stricter.

But as her father, I still thank you for your concern for my daughter. However, as outsiders, I must also ask that you not interfere so casually in the domestic affairs of the Tohsaka Family and the Matou Family.

Otherwise..."

Before Tokiomi Tohsaka could finish, Broly appeared before him, and his little fist slammed directly into the side of his face.

The elegant man's face visibly deformed and twisted, and his entire body spun as it shot through the air.

With a loud crash, he smashed into the Matou Family's iron gate. Only then did the people around them react.

"Tokiomi!"

"Teacher."

"Father!"

The first cry came from Aoi Zenjou, the second from the expressionless Kirei Kotomine, and the third from Rin Tohsaka. Though she resented her father's lack of understanding, she still retained an instinctive respect for him.

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

Broly explained briefly to the anxious Rin Tohsaka, then walked toward the man who had been flung into the iron 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 nearby, his tone growing increasingly furious.

"An old man father doing old man things is probably asking for a beating. I'll use my fists to make you understand, you old man, who the real master of your family is."

Broly was going to carry out what he had told Young Sakura under the blankets before: he would use violence to make the girl return home. He would beat her parents into submission—or, more bluntly, help Matou Sakura take back the home that had once been hers.

Tokiomi Tohsaka had been utterly stunned by the blow. He had never expected Broly to attack so suddenly, much less that his attack would be so fast and so powerful.

Although Broly had held back and had not blown his head apart with one punch, the side of Tokiomi Tohsaka's face was still completely misshapen. He spat out a mouthful of blood along with several broken teeth.

The pain made Tokiomi Tohsaka want to pass out on the spot, but a Magician's pride forced him to remain conscious.

He raised his Jewel Staff. As he drew upon the mana within his body, a Fireball shot from the ruby at the tip of the staff, flying directly at the approaching boy.

Broly watched the slowly flying Fireball and casually slapped it out. The sight made the corners of the eyes of those who knew magecraft twitch.

Seeing that his Fireball had been ineffective, Tokiomi Tohsaka did not hesitate. He swiftly pulled several High-grade Gems from his robes and threw them toward Broly.

The Tohsaka Family's Jewel Magecraft was very special. As long as sufficiently high-quality gems were used as casting materials, the power of their magecraft could be greatly enhanced.

"Six Shackles Technique, Crushing Weight!"

The magecraft Tokiomi Tohsaka used was related to gravity. Anyone who entered its area of effect would experience gravity multiplied several times over.

What should have been only several times normal gravity surged, with the assistance of several High-grade Gems, to more than twenty times Planetary Gravity.

A person's exterior might be strong, but their internal organs were fragile. No one's organs could endure an environment with more than twenty times Earth's gravity—unless that person had originally lived in an environment with even greater gravity.

Broly felt the change in gravity. It was like returning to Vampa ahead of time.

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

So Broly showed no discomfort whatsoever. Aside from glancing at the gems when they were thrown at him, he easily passed through the gravity field and arrived before Tokiomi Tohsaka.

"How is this possible?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka could not believe his magecraft had failed. His eyes widened as he stared at the boy.

"Are you ready to be beaten up by me?"

Broly raised his little fist and asked seriously. The coming beating would be quite difficult—he needed to restrain his excessive strength so he would not kill the old man father of the two girls in front of him.

"I..."

Before Tokiomi Tohsaka could reply, Broly started throwing punches. His little fists moved so fast they left afterimages, knocking the man up from the ground.

"Tokiomi!"

"Teacher."

"Father!"

Three more cries rang out, and under Broly's little fists, Tokiomi Tohsaka's eyes rapidly rolled back.

"Don't just stand there shouting! Go help your teacher!"

Aoi Zenjou urged Kirei Kotomine beside her anxiously.

Kirei Kotomine: "..."

Watching Tokiomi Tohsaka get violently beaten, he looked concerned on the surface, but unexpectedly felt a trace of pleasure inside.

Now that his Teacher's Wife had urged him, he could only put on the act of an obedient disciple and rush over to help.

"Stop right there, Eight Extremities Collapse!"

Kirei Kotomine entered the range of the boy's fist shadows and unleashed his Eight Extremities Fist technique at the attacking boy.

But in the next instant, his entire body flew away, rolling more than a dozen times across the street opposite the Matou Family's entrance.

When he got back up, his right arm was visibly twisted out of alignment. It had suffered a severe fracture.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Cold sweat broke out across Kirei Kotomine's forehead. On the surface, Broly's fists as they beat Tokiomi Tohsaka seemed merely fast, with little power behind them.

But after making contact, Kirei Kotomine realized they were practically iron fists filled with immense strength. If he had not withdrawn his power quickly and avoided meeting the other's fists head-on with his own, he might have lost both hands.

"Still, one thing is certain—he's using controlled force. Otherwise, Tokiomi-sensei would have been beaten into paste long ago."

Kirei Kotomine made his judgment. He looked at the other two who had come with the boy, then at Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had practically been beaten into performing an elegant dance.

After only a moment's thought, he abandoned the dangerous idea of taking the two who had followed the boy hostage to threaten him.

Just as Broly raised his fist toward Tokiomi Tohsaka's stomach, preparing to land another couple of blows, a longsword suddenly shot over from the side.

Unlike Kirei Kotomine's weak, powerless fists, this sword made Broly stop.

Broly turned toward where the sword had come from, and Mr. Gold appeared.

"You gave me quite a show, but Tokiomi Tohsaka is ultimately my retainer. At times, a retainer's dignity is also a king's honor."

Gilgamesh spoke.

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

The phrase appeared in Broly's mind, and he asked it aloud.

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

Gilgamesh froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"That's right, exactly. Since you amused me, stop now, and I will not hold this offense against you, child."

To Gilgamesh, squabbling with a child was somewhat beneath him. If Tokiomi Tohsaka had not looked like he was about to be beaten to death, he would never have intervened.

"You're helping him?"

Broly asked.

"You may think of it that way."

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 the little fist he swung at Gilgamesh was halted twenty centimeters from Gilgamesh's face. Gilgamesh could feel the Punch Wind rushing toward him.

"You truly are an aggressive kid. You attacked me without a word, but since you are still a child, I can forgive this offense against me..."

Clatter, bang!

The Chains of Heaven were forcibly dragged out by some distance, and a Noble Phantasm shield appeared in time before Gilgamesh.

Broly's fist struck the Noble Phantasm shield with a tremendous crash, and the terrifying force sent the shield flying backward.

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

A cracking sound rang out. The Noble Phantasm shield shattered, revealing Gilgamesh behind it. Ignoring the chains binding him, Broly charged forward again and kicked down.

Boom!

It was impossible to tell whether it was thunder from the sky or the sound of the ground being shattered. Where Gilgamesh had stood, a crater like a meteor impact appeared.

Broly stood in the crater, grabbed the chains binding his hands and feet, and pulled hard. He tore them apart with ease.

"It seems I cannot treat you as a mere child. I must treat you as an incomparably ferocious beast."

Standing atop a streetlamp, Gilgamesh's expression turned grave. His ordinary clothes transformed into Golden Armor. Broly's two attacks had made him realize that the boy's strength was anything but ordinary.

Only something incapable of threatening his life could be handled with ease. But against someone who could threaten his life and casually tear apart the Chains of Heaven, if he continued to take things lightly, then he himself would be the fool.

Ripples from the Gate of Babylon appeared behind Gilgamesh, and one Noble Phantasm after another emerged from them, aimed at the boy below.

Broly frowned at him. Having confirmed that this was someone he could hit with greater force, he attacked again, kicking the streetlamp clean in half.

Gilgamesh leaped off the streetlamp a step ahead of time, while the Noble Phantasms poured down like raindrops from the sky.

A thunderous roar rang out as the street was blasted into dust and rubble by Noble Phantasms, while Broly charged recklessly through the rain of Noble Phantasms.

He casually knocked aside and shattered Noble Phantasm after Noble Phantasm, pursuing Gilgamesh as he continuously stepped on Noble Phantasms to leap into the sky.

A monster—this was a true monster. Even when Noble Phantasms struck the boy head-on, unless they were knocked away or destroyed, they still could not inflict any effective damage on him.

At the same time, Gilgamesh could sense that Broly's speed and strength were rapidly increasing, as though he had not brought out his true power at first and was only beginning to do so now.

Fortunately, this child's movements were far too straightforward, making his trajectory easy to predict. Ordinary Noble Phantasms might not be able to hurt him, but their impact could still slow him down somewhat.

As a shield blocked Broly's vision, he smashed it to pieces with one punch. Then, from behind the shattered shield, a massive warhammer that had been lying in wait came crashing down.

Caught off guard by the hammer behind it, Broly was struck squarely on the forehead by the massive warhammer and smashed from the air back into the ground.

"Bang!"

"Ow~"

Clutching his forehead as he rolled around in the crater he had made, Broly had genuinely been hurt by that move, which he had not guarded against at all.

If anyone else had taken that hit, even a monster would have been reduced to meat paste. Yet he merely felt pain...

The thought of complaining flashed through Gilgamesh's mind. Standing atop a Noble Phantasm in the sky with his arms crossed, he gave Broly's earlier pursuit the assessment of a grown adult.

"You are powerful. This king must acknowledge that. But your attacks are far too straightforward. Like a beast, you only know how to lower your head and charge forward.

And if this is the only way you know how to fight, then no matter how great your strength and speed may be, you will never touch so much as a hair on this king!"

Gilgamesh delivered his conclusion, but there was something he had not made clear: Broly's defense was absurd. Even direct bombardment from Noble Phantasms could not break through it, so he was somewhat at a loss as to how to deal with Broly.

"You're cheating! All you do is throw things!"

Broly was furious. Gilgamesh's style of fighting by throwing things was something he had never seen before.

In the past, whether hunting or sparring with his Old Man father, it had always been a contest of body against body. There had never been any throwing things around.

"Hmph. These Noble Phantasms are this king's treasures. This king uses his own treasures for attack and defense—how is that unreasonable? Besides, this king is a Heroic Spirit manifested in the Archer class. What is wrong with fighting using long-range techniques?"

Gilgamesh retorted, but that rebuttal also proved one thing: he did not want to fight Broly at close range.

What a joke. Fighting this Little One, whose body was like that of a monster, at close range—wasn't that just courting death?

At this moment, Gilgamesh had absolutely no intention of doing anything that did not suit the class in which he had manifested.

He was an Archer. No matter how one put it, Archers were a long-range class!