Arjuna knocked his Arrows as he spoke. "Let's start"
Multiple Energy Arrows were fired at Gilgamesh, and then Gilgamesh's Gate moves the weapon to block as Gilgamesh summons his Clay Tablet, as he made
An ice Barrier.
Arjuna's arrows whistled through the air in streaks of blue light, exploding against the crystalline ice wall Gilgamesh raised with a flick of his tablet. Shards scattered across the rooftop like broken glass, but the Archer did not relent—another arrow was already drawn, divine aura coiling around the bowstring.
Rin clutched the railing, her heart racing. He's not even letting Gil breathe…
Gilgamesh, however, stood with casual disdain, one hand resting on the tablet, the other lazily flicking treasures from his Gate of Babylon to intercept. A gilded shield spun into the air, shattering another volley of arrows with a metallic scream.
"Master," his voice echoed smoothly in her mind, "I suggest you jump down to safety."
Rin's thoughts spiked with panic. I'm sorry—why would I do that?!
"Because," Gil's tone was maddeningly calm, "my Gate is not infinite. It is merely… near infinite."
Her eyes went wide. WHAT—how?!
A deep chuckle echoed inside her skull. "Because, foolish girl, I am Gilgamesh in the twilight of his saga. At the end of my epic, I relinquished many of my treasures. I do not possess every tool I once did."
Rin's mind screamed. So you're going to lose?!
Golden eyes narrowed as another weapon shot forth from the Gate, piercing an arrow mid-flight and detonating it before it could reach him. His lips curled in a grin.
"No. While this pest may cause me some inconvenience…"
So you're going to lose.
He laughed, the sound carrying over the rooftop, mocking both his foe and his Master's doubts. "No, Master. I will win. That is inevitable."
Arjuna's bow gleamed with divine light as he aimed directly for Gilgamesh's chest. "Then prove it, King."
Rin reinforced her legs and vaulted off the rooftop, landing harder than she'd intended. She tucked in tight, bracing for impact, but before she could hit the pavement, golden light flared and strong hands caught her.
Gilgamesh placed her down gently, as if setting aside something valuable but fragile, then immediately flicked his tablet. A shield of gold and ice blossomed before them just in time to block another rain of arrows.
With a lazy smirk, he traced a symbol across the clay. From the ground, fire surged upward, twisting into the form of a colossal serpent. It hissed and coiled before lunging toward Arjuna.
The Archer's eyes narrowed; he leapt aside with divine grace, loosing a flurry of arrows that pierced the serpent's fiery body, detonating it mid-strike. He rolled, but not fast enough—an axe from Gil's Gate screamed past and buried itself into the concrete where he had been standing a heartbeat before.
Dust and heat rippled across the street. Rin coughed, pulling her arm from her face, then shouted into their mental link, her frustration boiling over.
"I don't get it! What the hell does near infinite even mean?! It's either infinite or not infinite—there shouldn't be some magical in-between!"
Gilgamesh laughed, arrogant and rich, even as weapons continued to pour from the Gate to meet Arjuna's arrows.
"Foolish girl. That is precisely why you are my Master—you lack the comprehension of a king. A treasury 'near infinite' is enough to crush this world a thousand times over. You call that a limitation? To me, it is amusement."
Arjuna drew his bow taut, divine energy humming across the string. His gaze sharpened. "Then let us test this amusement, King of Uruk."
Arjuna drew back his bowstring, prana flaring into light. Dozens of arrows materialized in the span of a heartbeat, each one carrying divine weight. He loosed them in a cascading arc—filling the sky with a glittering storm of death.
Gilgamesh's clay tablet glowed, runes across its surface shifting as if alive. He slammed it into the air, and a barrier of ice and flame erupted upward, twisting into a great wall that split the arrows apart. Some shattered, some exploded, but still a few pierced through—one grazing his shoulder, the other sinking into the earth by Rin's feet.
"Tch." Gil flicked the wound with irritation, ignoring the blood. "A godling's arrow, sharp enough to cut even a king. Fine, then."
He raised his free hand, summoning streams of golden portals—but instead of flooding them with weapons, he used them sparingly. A spear, a glaive, a short sword—each cast with precision, intercepting the more dangerous arrows while his other hand traced patterns in the air.
From the rune-laced script, a circle burst forth. The ground beneath Arjuna cracked, chains of molten gold shooting upward to bind his legs.
But the Archer was already in motion, vaulting into the air with inhuman grace. From that vantage, he loosed another barrage—arrows splitting mid-flight into dozens more, raining down in a holy cascade.
Rin ducked under the hail, reinforcing her arms to shield her head. She snarled into the link: "Caster! Less posturing, more doing something about the giant lightshow trying to kill us!"
Gilgamesh chuckled, utterly unfazed as the air shimmered around him. The clay tablet pulsed once, and a dome of flame rose to meet the onslaught, arrows detonating against it in thunderous shockwaves.
"Hmph. You call this an archer? He dances and shoots from afar like a coward. A king does not run." He raised his chalice, calmly sipping even as explosions rocked the city block.
Arjuna's eyes narrowed from across the gap. "You mistake discipline for cowardice, Caster. An archer's strength is not in vanity—it is in inevitability."
His bowstring glowed brighter, drawing prana to the limit. Another volley built, sharper and heavier than the last—each arrow carrying divine weight meant not to be blocked but to pierce through anything.
Gil set down his chalice with a sigh, the smirk never leaving his face. "So you've chosen to amuse me further. Very well, let us see how inevitable you are against Uruk's wisdom."
The clay tablet unfolded into radiant script, a new incantation burning on its surface.
Then they all heard, they saw Someone as they ran, as what they were building up stopped, as they looked at the running person
Arjuna spoke. "Who goes there".
Rin stomic sank as she spoke in her mind. "No, a student here, of all the time".
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed as he spoke. "A witness".
Arjuna looked at Gilgamesh from afar. "Will you be going after him".
Gilgamesh snorted as he spoke. "As, what about you, Caster, will you be killing the witness like the rules?".
Arjuna's eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Neither me nor my master has any wish to Kill Life, do"
He jumped up, as he started to go after the boy. "I will deal with him a different way".
Rin, who was on the ground, heard him speak, "Different way, what way?".
Gilgamesh laughed as he spoke. "Simple Master Memory wipe".
Rin looked at him, as she spoke. "No, that's not better, Caster, follow me, we need to stop him".
Gilgamesh stopped as he spoke. "And why should I do that?".
Rin scrambled to her feet, glaring at her Servant. "Because if a civilian gets dragged into this war, it's not just their life on the line—it's ours too! The Association, the Church, both will be breathing down our necks if word spreads."
Gilgamesh tilted his head back, laughter spilling from his lips like molten gold. "Hah! You speak as though mongrels matter. One child glimpsing the battlefield of kings—what weight does that carry?"
"The weight of survival!" Rin snapped, her voice sharp. "This is my city. My territory. I won't let it become a graveyard because my Servant is too arrogant to act."
For the briefest moment, silence hung between them. Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed, golden irises gleaming like sharpened blades. Then, with a click of his tongue, he rose smoothly to his feet.
"…Very well, girl. I shall humor you—for now. Consider it a king's grace, not obedience." His voice dripped with disdain, but his body moved, his golden portals opening in shimmering arcs.
Across the way, Arjuna was already bounding from rooftop to rooftop, his form a streak of shadow against the moonlight. His bowstring glowed faintly as he readied a sealing shot—meant not to kill, but to subdue.
Ritsuka's breath came ragged as he ran, his legs burning. What the hell was that fight? Those… weren't humans. His hand throbbed again—the faint red mark pulsing against his skin.
Rin clenched her fists. "Caster, cut him off—don't let Archer reach him first!"
Gilgamesh smirked, flicking his wrist. From the Gate, a golden chain lashed out, snaking across the rooftops with blinding speed, aiming not for the boy—but for Arjuna's next foothold.
Arjuna's eyes widened a fraction, forced to leap earlier than intended. His arrow missed its mark, striking harmlessly into the street.
"…So, you would protect him," Arjuna muttered under his breath, landing lightly, bow still drawn.
Gilgamesh's laughter rang out again. "Protect? No. I simply won't allow another to lay claim over what is mine to decide. Remember, Archer—the King of Heroes chooses who lives and dies."
Rin got a good look at the running boy, as her eyes widened. "Why did it have to be you?".
Gilgamesh, who was still holding back Arjuna, spoke. "You know the boy Master?"
Rin looked at him as she spoke. "Yes, he is a classmate".
Arjuna broke free and shot an arrow at Gilgamesh, who was distracted as it cut his arm.
Gilgamesh hissed through his teeth as the arrow grazed his arm, the golden chalice of his arrogance replaced by something sharper, colder. His blood dripped onto the tiles, sizzling faintly against the magic woven into his body.
"You dare—" Gilgamesh growled, portals snapping open behind him in a furious cascade. Dozens of treasures hovered, their tips glinting with lethal promise.
Arjuna kept his bow steady, his gaze unflinching even as weapons trained on him from every direction. "If you are distracted, Caster, you will be punished. Such is the battlefield."
Rin's heart leapt into her throat. She snapped her hand out, her Command Seal pulsing faintly. Not yet… don't waste one this soon. Her voice cracked into the night. "Caster! Control yourself—killing him here will only expose us further!"
Gilgamesh glanced back at her, eyes burning with contempt and amusement in equal measure. "Hmph. So soft, Master. But very well…" The portals dimmed, though not completely—hovering like wolves with bared fangs, ready to strike.
Meanwhile, Ritsuka stumbled into the clearing below, gasping for air. His eyes darted up—catching the silhouette of Arjuna on one rooftop and Gilgamesh on another, the moonlight glinting off their weapons. For a moment, he couldn't move. They're not human. They can't be…
Then his gaze fell to Rin, her twin-tails unmistakable even in the shadows. His throat went dry. "T-Tosaka?"
Rin's stomach dropped. Her worst fear realized. She tightened her fists until her nails dug into her palms. "Damn it…" she whispered under her breath.
Arjuna's voice rang out, calm and resolute. "The boy has seen too much. If you will not finish him, Caster, I will end this swiftly."
He drew his bowstring, the arrow blazing with divine light.
Gilgamesh grinned, stepping forward, his golden chains rattling into being. "Try it, Archer. And let us see if your so-called honor can withstand Uruk's wrath."
The air grew heavy, the night bracing for another explosion of violence—
And Rin, teeth clenched, realized the next move might decide not only Ritsuka's life but the flow of the entire war.
Ritsuka then took a deep breath, blue lines flaring to life across his legs as prana surged through his body. He bolted, sprinting with everything he had toward his home.
Gilgamesh, watching his movements with sharp eyes, shifted his attention back to Arjuna. "You said your Master doesn't follow the kill Whitness rules And yet, you try to kill—why is that?".
Arjuna's bow lowered slightly. His voice was calm but carried a weight of judgment. "I am not here to kill him."
Those words only deepened Rin's panic. Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, displeased. He scooped up his Master in one arm and began to follow after Ritsuka, not about to let the situation play out unattended.
Ritsuka stumbled into the yard, gasping for breath. His home was right there, but some instinct screamed that hiding in his house would be useless. Instead, he forced himself into the shed, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts.
Where are those mages? he thought bitterly. If they were here, they'd handle this. I… I'm definitely not one of them…
His thoughts were cut short by the sudden thunk of an arrow embedding itself into the shed wall. Wood splintered inches from his head. Ritsuka turned to see Arjuna step calmly inside, bow drawn once more.
"Stand still," Arjuna commanded, his tone absolute. "I will not kill you."
Another arrow shimmered into being, aimed at Ritsuka's chest. Its purpose was clear—not to end his life, but to silence him, to erase this night from his memory as though he were nothing more than a passerby who wandered into a divine war.
But in that moment, something within Ritsuka snapped. His survival instinct, his will to live, his sheer refusal to vanish here—ignited.
On his arm, the red marks of his Command Seals pulsed violently. The simple curves twisted, reshaping until they resembled the pattern of a flag.
"I won't… die here!" Ritsuka shouted, his voice echoing against the wooden walls.
Power erupted. The shed blazed with light as the Grail's ritual activated. Arjuna's eyes widened—just before he was forced back, deflecting a sudden strike that shimmered with sanctity.
When the light faded, Ritsuka found himself staring.
Standing before him was a woman who looked as though she had stepped from the pages of legend. Long straw-blond hair, braided elegantly; striking amethyst eyes filled with unwavering resolve; a knightly outfit of foreign design, radiating both purity and authority. Despite the danger, she smiled at him.
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"Are you alright?" she asked softly, extending her hand.
Almost in a daze, Ritsuka reached for her, and warmth spread as her grip steadied him, pulling him back to his feet.
Arjuna lowered his bow, his expression tightening as recognition dawned. "You… Jeanne d'Arc."
Gilgamesh arrived at that moment, dropping Rin gently to her feet, his smirk razor-sharp. "So, the Grail has chosen to play its hand. How amusing."
Rin, wide-eyed, could only whisper in disbelief, "Jeanne… the Saint of Orléans herself?"
Ritsuka stood behind Jeanne, his heart pounding, realizing one truth above all else—he wasn't out of danger. The war had just begun.
To be continued
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