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Joe Higashi roared and charged forward.
He didn't hold back.
After seeing Heracles's strength, he knew better than to test him.
The moment he moved, Joe unleashed his strongest super special move.
Hurricane Upper.
A violent aura spiraled around his fist as a terrifying tornado burst forth, sweeping across the entire stage and swallowing Heracles whole.
Then-
Something unbelievable happened.
Two massive hands reached out from within the raging tornado.
They seemed to grab something invisible.
And tore it apart.
A sharp ripping sound echoed as the violent tornado was split open by brute force.
Heracles stepped out.
Unharmed.
The shredded tornado collapsed instantly, turning into chaotic air currents that scattered in all directions.
Joe Higashi stared at him.
His mouth twitched.
No words came out.
Heracles pushed off the ground with his right foot.
His enormous body shot forward.
A single hand grabbed Joe by the head and slammed him into the floor.
Bang.
The impact shook the stage.
Joe's vision went black.
He lost consciousness immediately.
Heracles lifted him up and casually tossed him off the ring.
Silence filled the venue.
This was Heracles's second appearance.
And for the second time, he ended the fight instantly.
Absolute dominance.
After a brief pause, the audience erupted.
People stood up, shouting his name at the top of their lungs.
Andy and Terry watched in silence.
They both knew Joe's strength.
"Give up, Andy," Terry said slowly.
He understood his brother well.
But Heracles was on a completely different level.
This wasn't a challenge.
It was suicide.
Andy clenched his fists.
He stared at Heracles standing calmly on the stage.
Part of him wanted to rush up and fight him for three hundred rounds.
But that was just wishful thinking.
Joe had been defeated in an instant.
Andy knew his own strength wasn't any greater.
Three hundred rounds?
He wouldn't last three seconds.
After a long hesitation, Andy stepped forward.
He didn't want to give up.
Even if he couldn't win, he wanted to prove he had the courage to fight.
If he didn't even dare to face the enemy, how could he talk about revenge?
Terry saw through him.
He patted Andy on the shoulder and stopped trying to dissuade him.
"Go, Andy."
He chose to support him.
Heracles didn't seem intent on killing.
Even if Andy lost, he would live.
Perhaps this humiliation would become fuel for his growth.
So Terry watched his brother walk onto the stage.
The audience cheered.
Everyone knew how terrifying Heracles was.
Yet Andy still stepped forward.
People sympathized with the underdog.
Cheers rang out.
Andy stood in front of Heracles.
But Heracles didn't look at him.
Instead, he lifted his head and gazed toward the sky.
Arrogant.
Andy's anger flared.
Even if he was weaker, was this level of disregard necessary?
His fists clenched.
He resolved to give everything he had.
Emiya and CĂş Chulainn didn't think Heracles was underestimating Andy.
They followed his gaze.
Heracles was staring at the highest level of the venue.
A man in priestly robes stood there, quietly observing the match.
Their eyes met.
Emiya recognized him instantly.
Goenitz.
The one who commanded the wind.
That surprised him.
The leader of the Eight Heavenly Kings had appeared already.
And he was watching Heracles.
CĂş Chulainn tightened his grip on his cursed spear.
He was ready to leap up and fight.
Then-
Goenitz dissolved into wind.
And vanished.
CĂş Chulainn clicked his tongue, annoyed.
Emiya smiled.
"Relax. If he showed up today, he'll show up again tomorrow."
"There'll be chances."
CĂş Chulainn nodded.
On the stage, Andy struck first.
Like Joe, he opened with his strongest move.
Zankouken.
At the same moment, Goenitz disappeared completely.
Heracles lowered his gaze.
Andy rushed toward him.
Heracles answered with a single punch.
Mana surged.
Andy's special move shattered.
Before Andy could react, Heracles grabbed his head and slammed him into the ground.
Bang.
Another dull impact.
Andy passed out instantly.
Another instant victory.
It wasn't that Andy was weak.
Heracles was simply overwhelming.
Terry watched with a bitter smile.
Could this man truly be the hero from mythology?
It sounded ridiculous.
Heracles should have become a god long ago.
Yet here he was.
After Andy's defeat, the Heroic Spirit Team advanced.
The host stepped onto the stage and announced the final matches for tomorrow.
Heroic Spirit Team.
Loki Team.
Nen-Ability Team.
The format was simple.
Heroic Spirit Team vs Loki Team.
Loki Team vs Nen Team.
Heroic Spirit Team vs Nen Team.
Three matches.
The team that won twice and remained undefeated would be champion.
The crowd roared.
Today's matches were over.
That evening, Emiya and the others gathered together.
After tomorrow, everyone would leave this world.
Illya lay on Heracles's back, holding a cup of juice and loudly declaring Berserker the strongest.
Sella watched her with gentle affection.
CĂş Chulainn and Finn clinked glasses, arms around each other's shoulders.
"Don't hold back tomorrow," CĂş Chulainn said.
Finn nodded.
"We won't."
Takashi Natsume sipped juice quietly, watching Nyanko-sensei compete in a drinking contest with Tsubaki.
Giyu Tomioka ate in silence.
Ais did the same across from him.
Gyomei Himejima turned prayer beads in his hands, chanting softly.
Hestia and Loki pulled at each other's cheeks.
Hephaestus sighed helplessly at the sight.
"Senpai, ah."
Sakura Matou offered tofu to Shirou Emiya.
Shirou smiled awkwardly.
Rin Tohsaka watched with dissatisfaction.
Ma Kenichi and Apachai played rock-paper-scissors.
Hayato FĹ«rinji and Mikumo Kushinada reminisced.
Shizuka Hiratsuka tried to get Kasumi Todoh to drink.
King stopped her.
Haruhi Suzumiya whispered to Nagato.
Their conversation was blocked.
Emiya smiled at the scene.
He turned to Mai Shiranui.
"So, did you talk to Andy?"
Mai nodded.
"I told him."
"What did he say?"
"He said he wanted time to think."
"Alright."
Emiya didn't press further.
Whatever Andy chose would be his decision.
"Let me know when he decides."
"I will."
At the end of the banquet, Haruhi suddenly stood up.
"Everyone, come with me!"
She ran outside.
Everyone followed.
Emiya held Medusa's hand as they moved with the group.
In the courtyard, Haruhi placed a firework on the ground.
She struck a match.
The fuse lit.
Moments later, fireworks launched like a machine gun.
They soared into the sky.
And exploded.
Bang after bang.
The night sky ignited.
Brilliant fireworks blossomed one after another, lighting the heavens.
They were visible for miles.
Emiya knew a single firework couldn't do this.
Nagato had clearly interfered.
But it was beautiful.
Countless lights bloomed like a meteor shower.
Vivid.
Brilliant.
Emiya smiled.
Using Nen, he controlled his phone and took a picture.
A memory captured.
One that none of them would ever forget.
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