"Sure enough—an attack of this level can't do anything to you, God-forged weapon."
Gilgamesh sighed, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.
"There is no need for us to continue probing each other, King of Uruk."
Countless weapons revolved around the two of them.
Just as Enkidu had said, attacks of this level were merely probes.
Neither of them approached the other lightly, because both were wary of each other.
Though Gilgamesh had been taunting and mocking him all along, he had never truly let down his guard.
This was a God-forged weapon, a God-forged Noble Phantasm. Those despicable gods might have given him some means of restraining Gilgamesh.
As for Enkidu—he had not thought that much about it.
It was simply that some golden ripples had appeared behind him as well.
They were not weapons emerging from the ground, but something else.
"Hmm?"
Gilgamesh noticed a strange aura emanating from his opponent and could not help furrowing his brow.
".Hmph, so you really did bring something meant to suppress me?"
Feeling the unmistakable restraint directed at him from the golden chains emerging from the golden ripples behind Enkidu, Gilgamesh revealed a smile amid his anger.
But—
Did he think something of this level would make me afraid?
Fool!
I am Gilgamesh, the supreme ruler of Uruk!
I am the most noble man in this city-state, in this world, and the king who rightfully commands and rules over all—!
Something of this level—
Gilgamesh thrust his hand into a golden ripple and drew out a—
Strange sword.
Though it was called a sword, it possessed a cylindrical form. It had no edge and no blade, only mysterious crimson patterns across its black body.
Its golden hilt bore noble, magnificent blue designs, displaying its owner's grandeur and dominance.
This was Gilgamesh's