As a person who had written a large-scale fantasy isekai epic novel called "The Dark Swordsman" during his chuunibyou phase—a novel that had even captivated a certain old insect—it's conceivable that Kariya was not just a good student who only knew how to bury his head in books. This was, after all, the Far East, rich in otaku culture. Kariya, having abandoned the path of a magus, would naturally indulge in some manga, novels, and games.
After being ridiculed by Tokiomi, Kariya had dragged his body along, constantly collecting and buying models of these weapons and equipment.
Aslan believed that if this Fourth Holy Grail War had been pushed back by 15 years, the Berserker at this moment might have even pulled a Frostmourne out of that box.
With the giant axe in his hand, he reached into the box with his other hand and pulled out some more weapons. They were several boomerangs. Under the erosion of the black-red power, the boomerangs also took on a demonic appearance, as if stained with blood. Then, these boomerangs were thrown out, heading straight for the lamppost where the golden, glittering one was standing.
The next moment, the lamppost was directly severed. After flickering a few times, the lamppost went out, and the metal pole broke into several pieces. Having lost his standing point, the golden, glittering one fell towards the ground. But fortunately, his speed was fast enough, and he leaped directly onto a nearby shipping container.
"Mad Dog!! You actually dare to try and make this king stand on the same level as you mongrels—!!"
The golden, glittering one's words were filled with anger. Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a chain connected to an anchor shot over from a distance. This forced him to lean slightly to the side, while the anchor embedded itself heavily into the shipping container. With the sound of the chain being pulled taut and retracting, a black shadow rapidly charged towards him.
The black giant axe in the Berserker's hand came crashing down from above. The golden, glittering one could only temporarily suppress his anger. Golden ripples appeared beside him, and several treasured swords glowing with golden light shot towards the Berserker. To be honest, using his collection to attack this mad dog before him still pained him somewhat. Although there were many treasures in his treasury, in his eyes, the treasures in his treasury were not something just anyone could gaze upon. At the very least, this Berserker, who looked as if he had rabies, this guy who dared to try and make him stand at the same height as commoners and mongrels, was not qualified to gaze upon his collection!
Because of his anger, he had the idea of a quick battle. The weapons he fired out directly were definitely not the common items in his collection, but the higher-ranked ones. Therefore, after they collided with the black axe in the Berserker's hand, the ferocious black axe, just like the lamppost before, directly broke into several pieces.
But it didn't matter. The Berserker still had other weapons in the box behind him. It was thanks to the swing of this black axe that the Berserker was given the chance to continue forward and get close to him.
Beside the golden, glittering one, golden ripples appeared once again. Several weapons poked their heads out from these golden ripples. The tips of these weapons were all aimed at the Berserker. And the next moment, the iron chain that the Berserker had wrapped around his other hand, with a swing from the Berserker, directly entangled these few weapons, locking them firmly.
Then, this Berserker pulled out an unexpected weapon from the box. It was unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional. Logically, this thing should not have been in a weapon box at all, although it wouldn't be wrong to call it a weapon.
What the Berserker was holding was, in fact, a flyswatter. Then, the Berserker directly raised the flyswatter and swung it at the golden, glittering one. Perhaps the sudden appearance of this weapon was too astonishing; even the golden, glittering one didn't react in time.
SMACK—!!
As the sound rang out, the actions and thoughts of everyone present all stopped. The Servant summoned by Tohsaka Tokiomi, that is, this golden, glittering one's cheek was directly turned to the side. A shield had materialized before his handsome face, but the atmosphere was still oppressive. I actually flinched instinctively! Unforgivable!
The Berserker looked at the weapon in his hand, seeming a bit confused himself as to why such a low-damage item would be in his box. So, he casually tossed the flyswatter away and reached back into the box.
The damage was indeed not great, but the insult was extremely strong. At the very least, the next moment, the anger of this golden, glittering one could be felt by everyone. An immense magical power and a king's authority mixed together, and the gravity of the entire port seemed to intensify by several degrees.
In the Tohsaka residence, after learning that his King had been so insulted, Tokiomi swallowed. For a moment, he didn't dare to recall this King from the front line. He would just let the King vent a little of the anger in his heart. Otherwise, if he were to give an order now, even with a Command Spell, he himself might get a layer of his skin peeled off. Tokiomi almost stood up directly in his basement, grabbed his own cheeks, and peeled a layer of skin off his face. And Kariya, hiding in the shadows, clenched his fists and gave himself a pep talk.
Very good. Even though the Berserker's actions made him feel extremely tired and his body ached, just seeing that bastard's Servant lose so much face made his mood extremely joyful. Even his body seemed to have relaxed a lot.
The four who were on the original battlefield looked at each other. This time, even the King of Conquerors didn't say much more. The few of them nodded at each other and finally began to silently walk towards the edge of the battlefield. Even the King of Conquerors couldn't help but wipe away the non-existent sweat in his heart. How did the situation develop so completely out of line with his plan?
On the other side, Aslan, after finishing his warm coffee, picked up his windbreaker and prepared to leave the hotel. He looked at Melusine, who was peeking out from his backpack. Aslan smiled and rubbed his dragon's head. "I'm not taking you this time. After all, the place I'm going next is a little... anti-human. You'd have nightmares if you saw it."
Aslan looked at the map, his gaze falling on the old city district. It wasn't too far from the hotel he was staying in. On this first day of the Holy Grail War, almost all the Heroic Spirits had been drawn over there. This was something that should have been completely unexpected. Didn't this give him a good opportunity? To be able to achieve his own goal so easily, why was it necessary to wait until Lancelot was present and fight him? Although, he did have his own special ways of dealing with Lancelot.