It flowed from his mouth, down his throat, and into his stomach. The Noble Phantasm instantly permeated his entire body, and his ether-formed flesh began to change. His slender frame swelled by more than a full size as the grotesque monster let out a roar before crashing heavily onto the ground.
The ground cracked and caved in. Berserker bent his calves slightly, then, after a brief buildup of force, shot toward Jin'ga Sōsuke and slammed into him head-on.
Even with part of Assassin's power, he was still far from capable of confronting Berserker head-on. Even replacing him with the real Assassin would have made no difference. Thus, Jin'ga Sōsuke, who had only just transformed, was decisively beaten into critical condition once more.
Crack—
With a crisp snap, Jin'ga Sōsuke's arm bent at a right angle and hung limply at his side. The dagger in his hand fell to the ground, reverting into particles of mana and vanishing.
The Dead Apostles' regenerative ability was already useless. Under the joint assault of Berserker and that Linglongguan Family homunculus girl, he had no time to recover from his injuries at all. Deep hatred filled Jin'ga Sōsuke's eyes, and he nearly ground his teeth to pieces as he swept a resentful gaze over Berserker and the homunculus girl, wanting to burn their faces deeply into his mind.
—Then, he suddenly noticed Tatsumiaino on a distant rooftop, watching the battlefield through binoculars.
If he was not mistaken, that brat should have been one of the Masters participating in this Holy Grail War. He looked even younger than Jin'ga Sōsuke, like a high school student, and he could not even use farsight magecraft—yet he had somehow become a Master...
Jealousy and hatred tangled in Jin'ga Sōsuke's heart. His envy of Tatsumiaino broke through his reason,