Chapter 359: The Little Loli Slaps the King of Heroes
Even though the battle against Gilgamesh in his "Black Mud Giant" form is the final fight in Fate/Kaleid Liner Magical Illya, there's no way a showdown like this wraps up so easily.
Ever since the decline of the old tokusatsu episodic format, the newer serial drama era has made it standard that the final battle never ends in one episode. Splitting it into a two-parter? Practically a sacred tradition at this point.
And the structure is always the same:
—in Part One, the heroes get beaten half to death;
—in Part Two, they recover, rally, fight again, and finally seize victory.
The key to that victory is always the same as well: the characters reach emotional completion, or the bonds they built throughout the show awaken a brand-new final form.
And even if there isn't a new form, that's fine too. That's just the visual manifestation of emotional growth. The production company simply feels it would be a waste not to squeeze more money out of fans with a new costume.
But the real deciding factor isn't the form, It's the heart of the hero.
Appearance follows the heart.
That's the essence of tokusatsu power levels.
It's never about what stats the suit design supposedly has. It's about whether the protagonist is mentally in that "I am unbeatable" state.
When that state arrives—even the basic suit can flatten the final boss!
Right now, Illya is missing exactly that one essential thing: that unwavering, unstoppable, absolutely-no-hesitation "I alone will win" mindset.
Without it, defeat is inevitable.
Because of Miyu's identity, her choices, and Gilgamesh's arbitrary decisions, Illya's heart has become a storm-tossed sea.
"Seriously… Miyu… and that Servant…"
"You're both way too selfish!!"
Her mental calm shattered, Illya completely lost her footing. She reached for a Class Card she could never have used before this moment.
"Berserker! Install—limited deployment!"
A massive stone axe materialized in her hands.
She couldn't even lift it under normal circumstances—but that didn't matter.
She was already positioned directly above the Black Mud Giant.
Her intention was clear:
Just drive the axe straight down along a fixed trajectory.
"—Noble Phantasm! Nine Lives Blade Works!"
But facing this mountain-splitting blow, the corrupted Gilgamesh only let out a cold snort.
"An inferior imitation cannot hope to defeat the original."
He pulled a huge bow from his Gate of Babylon.
No—this wasn't a bow.
This was a myth-era ballista.
"True—Nine Lives!"
This wasn't like the old sea-uncle Berserker who relied on pure technique to compress nine strikes into one. This was the source of Nine Lives—a divine weapon unleashing nine homing, man-killing beams at once.
Illya's stone axe was shattered instantly.
And it didn't end there.
Four of the beams kept going, locking onto Illya herself.
There was almost no suspense.
Her small body was pierced through.
"Tch… you should've just run away when you had the chance."
The blackened Gilgamesh spoke with zero pity.
The path one walks is chosen by oneself.
If Illya chose to rebel, then the King was justified in delivering punishment.
"To throw your life away like this—hm?"
Illya's remains suddenly burst like a balloon.
The Sapphire wand—and the Assassin Class Card!
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"That trick again, huh."
Cloris poked Shinji's side with her elbow, curious.
"Using the exact same move twice… aren't you worried the audience will think you're out of ideas?"
Shinji had been examining the bruises Kiritsugu left on him, and her jab made him wince hard.
"If it works, that's good enough."
Sucking in a breath, he added, "The audience cares about the story. They don't care how many different moves the protagonist uses."
After all—Naruto only ever had Shadow Clones and Rasengan. Most Ultraman battles end with the same Specium Ray.
As long as the story is good, even minor variations on a repetitive move are enough to attract viewers.
Just like this time.
Illya was using her usual Assassin stand-in tactic—but what she did next completely shattered everyone's expectations.
Illya landed on the Black Mud Giant before Gilgamesh could react, leaping straight onto his massive form and appearing right in front of his face.
She was no longer in Magical Girl mode, and she couldn't use any Class Cards to attack—but she still wielded the strongest, most primal weapon a girl possesses:
A slap.
SMACK!
The crisp sound echoed through the night sky like a whip crack.
Gilgamesh's head even snapped to the side from the force.
"…That works?"
Cloris froze, dumbfounded.
She hadn't expected Shinji to have the little girl pull that move.
It wasn't that the slap itself was world-shaking—but she never imagined Illya would do something like that.
Combined with the line that followed—
"Tell me where Miyu is."
—Illya suddenly radiated a queen-like aura.
"You… this girl…"
Cloris looked at Shinji again, realizing something shocking.
Did this guy… actually have that kind of taste?
Because Shinji always tried to take control whenever they were in bed, she'd assumed he didn't like passive roles.
Yet he had somehow made Illya's scene come across as downright dominant.
And a director's shot always reflects their inner desires.
That was a universal rule she'd learned from years in the industry.
In other words, Shinji had the classic director's bad habit—secretly inserting his own kinks into the scene.
Cloris poked his cheek with a narrowed, amused gaze.
"Shinji… you've grown bold."
"What did I do?"
Shinji blinked, clueless.
"You're not…"
Cloris leaned in and whispered a few words into his ear.
Shinji instantly broke into that famous reaction-meme face.
"You—ugh, Lissy, you're such a perv—"
Cloris shot back, "Don't tell me you never thought about it."
Shinji rolled his eyes.
"Oh please. You reacted even faster than I did. Don't pretend you're innocent."
With their kind of relationship, there was no need for beating around the bush.
Cloris reclined lazily against the sofa cushions.
"…How about we try a bet tonight?"
Shinji raised a brow.
"A bet on what?"
"Tonight we'll see if…"
She whispered something only the two of them could hear.
"What's the difference? Whether I'm on top or bottom, it's the same, isn't it?"
"Oh, there's a difference."
Her cheeks flushed just faintly.
Shinji leaned closer, confused.
"What difference?"
Cloris murmured a single sentence into his ear—and Shinji's breathing instantly quickened.
Then he looked at her solemnly.
"You're going to lose."
"Heh. We'll see about that."She tapped a finger lightly on his chest.
"Tch."
Off to the side, Rin—who had unwillingly inhaled an entire lungful of romantic bullshit—let out a heavy snort.
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Cloris's misunderstanding was an unexpected bonus.
In reality, when Shinji was filming the slap scene, there was only one thing in his mind:
That legendary moment in Ultraman Trigger where Yuna slapped "Darrgon" into Darrgon-nii.
Shinji even suspected the Trigger scriptwriters might have been inspired by this very scene from Magical Illya.
Your JS-style little loli slaps the King of Heroes?
Fine—my JK-style cute idol girl will slap Darrgon so hard he becomes a meme.
But Gilgamesh wasn't some Giants of Darkness.
Darrgon, after all, was surrounded only by one obsessive fangirl whose brain had essentially melted into romance goo.
Gilgamesh had seen more women than he could be bothered to count.
A slap from Illya wasn't going to make him turn over a new leaf—much less enlist himself into Illya's ever-growing harem.
He even gave an honest critique of the attack:
"That startled me. With one more staff in your hand, I might've actually been in trouble."
Hmm…
Considering what Kid Gil does in some parallel worlds… maybe… just maybe…
Indeed—between people, equality has never truly existed.
A heroine slaps someone to raise affection points and expand her harem.
You try slapping someone?
You won't get a harem—you'll get a beatdown, maybe even a full WWE combo.
But Gilgamesh, at least, still carried the dignity of the King of Heroes.
Even if Illya's slap had some mysterious effect, that effect had a serious delay.
Right now, wrapped entirely in black mud, Gilgamesh was still a pure-blooded villain.
You dare slap me? Fine—don't blame me if I turn you into a shish kebab!
If Chloe hadn't arrived in time, grabbing Illya and leaping off the Black Mud Giant's body with her, Illya—who no longer had Magical Girl protection—really might've died on the spot.
"Chloe!"
"Are you brain-dead?! You used your bare body to fight that monster?!"
Chloe never held back when scolding Illya. She unleashed a barrage of criticism without mercy.
"And who the hell is that thing supposed to be?!"
Staring up at the colossal, obsidian giant, Chloe felt a rare sense of dread.
She had never faced an enemy of such sheer size.
Illya, still heavy with despair, wore a dark expression, but she nonetheless explained to Chloe and the newly arrived Bazett the origin of the black giant—and Miyu's identity.
"A parallel world… This is hard to believe."
Bazett was shocked.
Learning that Miyu was the Holy Grail of another world explained why the Clock Tower was so obsessed with Fuyuki.
Chloe, however, was far more focused on Miyu herself.
"Okay, so what now? Even if we want to save her, that monster won't even let us get close!"
Since earlier, the three of them had repeatedly tried to approach the Black Mud Giant, but the endless rain of Noble Phantasms made closing the distance impossible.
Illya stared at the giant's torso—according to Gilgamesh, Miyu was trapped at its core.
"Miyu… she wants us to destroy her along with it."
"So what?"
Chloe shot back instantly, refusing to accept that.
Illya didn't reply. She simply continued, her voice hollow:
"She said… this is fate. She said it has nothing to do with me."
"So what if she said that?!"
Chloe grabbed Illya's shoulders, shouting,
"So you're just going to give up on her?!"
"No!"
Tears spilled from Illya's eyes—tears shed for Miyu.
"That's not it… That's not it at all…"
Her voice trembled as she denied Chloe's accusation.
Meanwhile, Gilgamesh had discovered something frustrating: his massive body was absolutely useless against small, human-sized opponents.
It was like a human trying to swat mosquitoes—and at the moment, he was losing badly.
But the difference between humans and animals is the ability to use tools.
Humans invented electric flyswatters to make up for their weakness.
Gilgamesh, naturally, intended to use something similar—just scaled up a bit.
His "electric flyswatter" was one of the twin divine swords belonging to the Mesopotamian war god Zababa:
Ig-Alima, the Mountain-Cleaving Sword—The Verdant Horizon That Splits a Thousand Peaks.
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