Chapter 3
Kiryu Kazuma (Like a Dragon/Yakuza)
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Berserker rushed forward. The young girl left his sight for only a few seconds. They were taking care of each other here in the frozen hell of the Einzbern wasteyard. The young girl was finally opening up to him and he to her. He only kept her eye off of her and now she was gone. In her place are tracks that she left behind.
Kiryu follows the tracks only to find something else accompanied with her footprints.
Footprints of wolves. Multiple.
He's at sprinting speed, rushing to find her.
Why is it always like this?
"Uncle Kaz." An innocent child calls out to Kiryu, wearing a white jacket and a red shirt underneath. Eyes filled with total innocence despite the trauma and horrors that she faced. A smile that shines despite her pains and her suffering.
Why is it always like this?
"Uncle Kaz!" A young girl yells out to Kiryy in worry. She's surrounded by other children, each sharing the same concerned gaze for him. All of them putting up a brave face, but some nearly breaking down into tears.
Why is it that whenever he's involved the people he grows attached to…?
"UNCLE KAZ!" A young woman cries out. She holds her child on one arm but holds his hand with the other. Her tears are flowing down her cheek as she grasps his hands tightly. She isn't bruised nor is she bleeding anywhere. But the tears don't stop, her pain is immense as she stares into his eyes.
Why is it that the people he cares about always gets hurt?
There is a cliff in front of him. He can hear cries of pain and wolves howling.
"ILLYA!" Berserker yells loudly as he leaps forward. The wolves all turn to him as he drop kicks one of them. It sends the wolf flying and smacking a tree.
He gets up immediately. His eyes widen in rage as he notices blood on all of their mouths. Their teeth having some dangling bit of meat still raw and bloodied. His eyes wander to the child that was dressed in clean white only a few moments ago.
Her snowy hair, her milky dress, her white skin were all tainted crimson like her eyes.
"Ber…ser…ker…?"
He roars. Pure animalistic rage. If he has to fight beasts, then he'll have the rage to fight them as well. If he has to fight monsters, he'll match the strength needed to fight them as well.
He dashes forward and punches one of the wolves in the jaw. He can hear cracking.
Another tries to leap on him but he turns around to hit it with the back of his fist. He can hear muscles tearing. It was his own. While his strength may have been supernatural as well as his endurance, his skin is still similar to that of a human. Of course, he would hurt himself with his own strength.
Two wolves rush forward. He spins around and kicks both of them. He can hear whimpering.
The violence ensues and continues.
His fists, his legs, he continues beating and beating. Normally he would have been calmer. Normally he would have stopped as soon as all of them backed off so he could grab Illya and run.
But they hurt her.
They hurt someone that looked no older than Haruka when they first met. These animals are nothing more than creatures. Wolves that simply starved and did what they did to survive in these harsh conditions of an unforgiving winter.
However…
Kiryu roars as he gets into his stance, his back bent and his arms slightly curved but relaxed. His hands are trying to mimic the shape of claws and a yellow aura seems to surround him.
… they were about to fight a Dragon that turned into a beast.
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Illya wakes up as she feels lighter than before. She feels like she's flying yet something is holding her. It takes her moments to realize that someone is carrying her.
She opens her eyes to see Kiryu. He's carrying her like a guardian holding his princess. There's blood on his cheek, and his suit is slightly torn up. Nothing that a little magical energy won't fix.
She gazes to the right and notices the wolves are all lying down. At a glance, it would seem like they're dead but if you linger for but a moment longer, you would notice that they are still breathing.
"… You didn't kill them." Illya says.
Berserker glances at Illya, surprised that they are awake already. "Yes."
"They could come back."
"Then I'll fight them off every time to protect you."
Illya winces. "But then you'll get hurt."
Berserker nods as he continues to walk.
"Then-"
"Then I'll get hurt each time to protect you."
Illya opens her mouth. She breathes, trying to word something out, but nothing comes out. She shivers not from the cold, but from the warmth that the Servant is giving her. She cries, not because she lost something again, but because she gained something new.
She hugs him.
Kiryu is shocked but returns the hug.
On a snowy day, where a blizzard and cold consumes all…
"Berserker really is the strongest out there."
… A princess befriends a Dragon.
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"Japan is your hometown, right Berserker?" Illya asks with a smile. They are at the airport, waiting for a taxi to come over so that they can reach Fuyuki.
Berserker smiles softly. "Yeah. The places I know though have different names here. Kabukicho was known as Kamurocho and Dotonbori was known as Sotenbori."
"Eeh? That sounds interesting. But right now, we have to go to Fuyuki." Illya says, her eyes and smile not betraying her intent.
Berserker cringes as he sees her excitedly announce her darkest wishes. "I can't wait to meet big brother!"
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Omake 1
I'm not gonna sugar coat it.
"Gae bolg!" Lancer thrusts his spear, surely meant to strike at the heart and kill the Berserker class Servant instantly.
But in that same second as the spear should have pierced his heart, Lancer was sent flying away.
Lancer hits the wall and coughs up blood. His vision is blurry but he can see the Servant get up from a crouched position as his fist retracts and he gets up to sit normally.
"What…what the fuck…?"
I'm not gonna sugar coat it
Tiger drop negates all damage.
L1 + ▲
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"You've done well to make it this far mongrel. However my treasury should be more than enough to kill you." Gilgamesh says proudly as hundreds of portals open up out of nowhere.
His smug look shines brightly as he looks down on Berserker. "Not even a dragon can stand up against me."
The swords fire.
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"Wat." Gilgamesh can only look in shock as Berserker spazzes the fuck out and countering every single sword. "Wat."
Tiger drop negates all damage.
"Bu-"
I'm not gonna sugar coat it.
Tiger drop negates all damage.
Gilgamesh gets hit in the stomach and is sent flying.
Tiger drop also deletes 80% of the health bar.
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A.N.
I'm somewhat back. Will do an even more full explanation on my disappearance on another story.
I think I'll focus on this story more. Shorts are better my style rather than a fully fledged story. I'll still do Pseudo-Night, but not update it as regularly.
Many thanks for reading. If you didn't like it, then thank you for your time.