One-Punch Man World
"That thing," Saitama said excitedly, pointing at Gilgamesh's ripple. "Genos, if we had that, shopping would be so much easier."
"As expected of you, sensei."
Genos looked at Saitama in admiration. "I was thinking how to maximize its combat potential, but you saw another use—amazing."
"Right?" Saitama beamed.
His eyes sparkled as he gazed at the golden ripple; he really liked the idea—so convenient for everything.
Naruto World
"Space–time Ninjutsu?" Kakashi blurted, stunned. Such high-level technique…
And the man hadn't even formed hand seals, all while storing that many weapons inside—terrifying!
"What's space–time Ninjutsu?" Naruto asked, clueless.
Sasuke looked to Kakashi as well, equally curious about what space–time Ninjutsu was.
I'll explain that to you later," Kakashi said, his Sharingan slowly spinning as he stared at Gilgamesh on the screen.
All his attention was now locked on Gilgamesh; he wanted to see through whatever trick the man was using to perform space-time Ninjutsu.
The video kept playing. Perched on a rooftop, Gilgamesh looked down at the boy below with playful contempt. "A king must maintain his dignity."
"For me to seriously fight a mongrel would already be my defeat."
"So rejoice—I will not deign to take you seriously."
Clearly, this 'Golden Sparkle' in the video was supremely confident, yet his words left the chat-scroll watchers below momentarily puzzled.
The tone was identical to the one Gilgamesh had just used in the comments.
"Why does that guy talk exactly like that damned Gilgamesh?"
Kibutsuji Muzan typed, then smiled a bewitchingly lovely smile. She posted a comment and deliberately @-mentioned Gilgamesh.
Kibutsuji Muzan: "Oh, so this so-called Golden Sparkle wouldn't happen to be you, would it, Gilgamesh?"
Kibutsuji Muzan: "If it is, I'll watch every second—because I can't wait to see you get your elbows lopped off."
Gilgamesh, tagged, glanced at the thread and of course flew into a rage.
Gilgamesh: "Silence! I am no 'Golden Sparkle'! Utter another syllable and, even across worlds, I will kill you!"
Kibutsuji Muzan: "Someone's mad—someone's mad."
Gilgamesh: "Mongrel! You are dead!!!"
Seeing that, Muzan burst into laughter, trembling with delight; the demons huddled in Infinity Castle shook even harder.
Truly, Lady Muzan's very laugh was terrifying.
The fight in the video pressed on.
Hearing Gilgamesh's declaration, Emiya Shirou below showed no fear. He raised a hand and shouted, "Trace… on!"
Swish-swish!
Two weapons shot from golden ripples, racing toward Shirou.
"On!"
At the word, twin blades appeared in Shirou's hands—only to be shattered the next instant by the projectiles from the Gate.
The impact sent him stumbling back, hands on knees, gasping for breath.
Yet he lifted his gaze to Gilgamesh above and declared, "Trace… on!"
Mana gathered, condensing into a black-and-white pair of swords.
"What's this? The quality seems… lower," Gilgamesh sneered. "All bluster, faker?"
The taunt made Shirou clench his teeth; a memory flashed unbidden.
A white-haired man turned, weathered eyes meeting his: "You will be the one to defeat him."
The scene snapped back. Shirou tightened his grip and muttered, "Damn it—how am I supposed to manage that?"
"My skill alone can't break through his Noble Phantasms."
"There's only one option: match every weapon he fires with an identical copy and cancel them out."
With that realization, Kanshou and bakuya vanished from his grasp.
He stared at the arsenal in the golden ripples. "Trace!"
Green light swept across each weapon as it emerged.
'Copy them all!'
His inner voice rang through the video.
"On!" he said aloud.
The camera zoomed on his anxious face; he didn't know if he could replicate so many Noble Phantasms.
If he failed, Gilgamesh was unbeatable—so he had to succeed.
As the word left his lips, his left arm blazed with blinding light.
More than that: centered on Shirou, every Noble Phantasm once belonging to Gilgamesh now flared with mirrored radiance.
One after another, projected blades materialized behind him.
"…"
Outside the video, Gilgamesh watched, frowning; seeing his treasury counterfeited plainly disgusted him.
Still, he couldn't see how this boy could possibly defeat him.
A mere human reduced to exhaustion by copying weapons—how could he win?
Even while holding back, the power he unleashed was beyond any mortal.
'Could several Servants be aiding him?'
It was the only explanation, with the Fifth Holy Grail War so near.
Servants interfering made perfect sense.
That white-haired man glimpsed in Shirou's memory had looked every bit a Servant.
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