When Garp walked through the noisy streets and returned to the fast food restaurant—
He didn't even have time to react to the news of Ryuunosuke's death. What caught his attention was a pale, haggard man in a hooded sweatshirt standing beside Sakura at the table.
The man's right hand trembled slightly as he reached out to gently stroke her violet hair. His profile was marked by sorrow, his right eye filled with pain.
"Sakura…"
"Who are you?" Garp asked warily.
Seeing the man's gaze, Garp frowned slightly but did not make a move.
The man turned his head, and his appearance was startling—his left cheek was slightly distorted, and the pupil of his left eye was a blank white.
After scrutinizing Garp for a moment, the man slowly spoke. His voice was filled with suppressed agony, as if he were suffering torment every second.
"You're the one who took Sakura from that old monster…? I'm her uncle, Matou Kariya."
"Sakura's uncle?"
Garp turned to Sakura in confusion.
Sakura had an uncle?
He vividly remembered seeing her thrown into that sea of worms by her so-called grandfather—numb and silently enduring torment—which was why he had taken her away.
Though Garp himself trained his own grandson with harsh discipline, that was incomparable to Matou Zouken's treatment. One was about forging strength in danger, the other was dumping a child into a pit of insects—pure, inhumane torture.
What kind of growth could possibly come from throwing someone into a pit of bugs? Endurance?
From his perspective, Garp believed he was leagues better than that worm-crafted old man.
But now, another man claiming to be Sakura's uncle had shown up… What was going on?
Sakura nodded faintly.
Noticing Garp's confusion, Kariya explained:
"Sakura was originally the daughter of the Tohsaka family. Zouken coveted her magical potential and adopted her from her parents… Her mother and I grew up together. I watched Sakura grow up from a child."
"So you're here to take Sakura back?" Garp asked, scratching his head with a wry smile.
He understood Kariya's words. This self-proclaimed uncle wanted to take Sakura away.
If what he said was true, Garp didn't mind Sakura returning to her real parents—after all, he had no idea whether he'd be able to bring her back to his own world.
But Kariya's next words quickly wiped the smile off his face.
"I want to take Sakura back to the Matou household… Don't worry. I'll obtain the Holy Grail as quickly as possible. Then, Zouken will return Sakura to the Tohsaka family."
"…I'm sorry. Her name is no longer Matou Sakura. Nor is it Tohsaka Sakura. She is now Monkey D. Sakura. I don't care who you are—I won't let anyone take her away."
What a joke!
Garp had just pulled Sakura out of that living hell. There was no way he'd let her fall back into it.
He flatly rejected the request and stepped toward Sakura.
Kariya shouted, his voice sharp.
"Berserker!"
In the next instant, a knight cloaked in black aura materialized out of thin air, landing directly between Garp and Sakura.
A Servant!
Matou Kariya was one of the Masters participating in this Holy Grail War. By forcefully stimulating his own magical circuits using the Matou family's crest worms, he had transformed from an ordinary man into one capable of summoning a powerful Servant.
All for Sakura.
He had sacrificed most of his remaining lifespan—only a few months left.
"Out of the way," Garp said coldly, his face still wearing a half-smile.
Kariya grabbed Sakura's arm and retreated quickly while issuing a command:
"Stop him."
Obeying his Master's order, Berserker hunched forward and launched a punch.
Garp didn't hesitate—he met the attack head-on with a punch of his own.
One fist wrapped in black Haki, the other shrouded in dark mist.
A violent shockwave erupted from their collision, sending tables, chairs, and glass flying throughout the restaurant.
Berserker was blasted backward, crashing into the wall with a loud boom.
When it came to pure fists, the Iron Fist Garp had never lost.
But just as he was about to move forward—
A furious roar rang out.
Berserker leapt from the rubble like a bolt of lightning, suddenly appearing before Garp.
Somehow, he had grabbed an iron rod—an ordinary one—but under the influence of his black aura, it transformed into a Noble Phantasm.
A knight does not die weaponless.
[System Evaluation: Noble Phantasm, Rank S+]
Rather than a fixed item, it was more like a passive skill—any weapon Berserker held could become a Noble Phantasm, granting immense combat effectiveness.
Furthermore, Berserker boasted the highest base stats of all Servants.
His Madness Enhancement passive stripped him of rational thought, but in exchange, all his attributes were boosted by one rank.
Though Garp still overpowered him in raw strength, in terms of close-combat speed, Berserker was no longer inferior—especially with his passive skill Endless Trial, which preserved his combat instincts even in madness.
For a time—
Under Kariya's command, Berserker relentlessly entangled Garp like a sticky rice cake, refusing to let go.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
Like thunderous cannon blasts, the city that had just calmed down once again roared with violence.
Cracks spread across the asphalt, leaving craters in the street.
"Get out of my way!"
With a furious roar, Garp swung his Iron Fist once again. Berserker reflexively raised his iron lance to block—
Crack!
Even as a Noble Phantasm, the lance snapped in two under the blow.
Garp's punch landed squarely on Berserker's chest, slamming him deep into the pavement.
BOOM!
Even someone as resilient as Berserker couldn't withstand dozens of Garp's full-powered blows—he finally collapsed from exhaustion.
Compared to him, Garp's iron fists, overwhelming endurance, formidable speed, and defense—
He was more of a berserker than Berserker himself…
Just as Garp was about to chase after Kariya and Sakura, something stirred in his mind.
From behind, a streak of crimson light shot toward him like a bolt of red lightning.
Like dawn cutting through the darkness.
In the blink of an eye, a crimson spear appeared before Garp's eyes.
"Not bad speed," Garp muttered, grinning as if unfazed.
He had already anticipated the trajectory. His hand gleamed with steel as he reached out and grabbed the red spear mid-air.
The attacker showed a flicker of surprise upon seeing this.
But it didn't shake his composure—in an instant, he spotted a tiny flaw in Garp's defense.
With a flash, a golden short spear in his other hand thrust forward like lightning.
In an instant, it pierced the wound in Garp's arm—an injury sustained during the earlier battle with Berserker—and embedded itself into his muscle.
Garp hadn't cared about those wounds—he could fight just fine with his body covered in cuts.
But the moment the golden short spear pierced him, he felt a sudden and drastic loss of power in his right arm.
The Yellow Rose of Mortality.
This cursed weapon inflicted a wound that could never heal—ensuring the target remained permanently weakened.
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