Fuyuki – the battlefield.
The sky burned with fire, the earth split wide open, dust and smoke choking the air. Juuga stood there, eyes locked on the white-and-gold armored figure. His body froze, struck with the sensation of facing—for the very first time—a being that existed beyond comprehension. Terrifying… in a way no isekai human could ever be.
What stood before him was no man, but a demon draped in human shape, its gaze hungering to devour his very soul.
Juuga's throat was dry, he swallowed hard, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His heartbeat pounded like it would tear out of his chest. His hand snapped to the Vistamp on his Driver and yanked the lever down.
The machine roared to life:
[Impulse Genome!!]
A golden jackal spirit erupted from the Juuga Driver, fusing into his body. Energy flared, golden armor blazing to life. Juuga vanished from normal sight, launching forward like a thunderbolt. In an instant, he spun and drove a full-force kick straight at Zoth.
BOOM!!
The ground shattered apart. The Finisher's shockwave flattened the surrounding structures, clouds of dust blotting out the sky.
But as the haze cleared… the sight froze Juuga in disbelief.
His armored leg was caught.
Zoth held it easily in his grasp, residual energy still swirling, and yet he only gave a mocking chuckle—his voice low, resonant, like a funeral bell:
"Not bad at all~. But if you think you can bring me down? Not a chance!"
The sound of cracking bone echoed as Zoth squeezed tighter. With almost no effort, he swung Juuga up and slammed him into the earth. The battlefield exploded outward, a massive crater yawning open.
Zoth gave him no time to breathe. He raised the Golden Caladbolg high, the blade igniting with crimson radiance like boiling blood, and then brought it down—straight for Juuga's throat.
At the razor's edge of death, Juuga's pupils shrank. He clenched his teeth and slammed another Vistamp into the Driver.
[Absorb… Ptera!]
[Ptera Crimson Attack!!]
His arm blazed crimson, energy erupting into a sword of bloodfire. Juuga roared and slashed upward, clashing against the executioner's strike. Sparks exploded in a searing flash—and his entire body was hurled away like a severed kite.
He staggered, struggling to stay on his feet. Every muscle screamed in pain, his arm twitching with numb exhaustion. And yet… the corner of his mouth curled, his hoarse voice still dripping with mockery:
"Aye bro, didn't think you'd pull somethin' that fire — Omni Force, huh… lowkey jealous, not gonna lie. Makes my Juuga feel kinda mid now."
Zoth let out a long yawn, twirling Caladbolg a few times before resting it lazily on his shoulder. He pointed straight at Juuga, voice dripping with contempt:
"Why don't you just surrender already… otherwise, don't blame me for going all in."
Juuga only shrugged, waving him off with a taunting flick of the hand. Two fingers leveled straight at Zoth, his grin arrogant, unshaken:
"Hell nah, I'm after the Holy Grail for the knowledge of life and creatures — I'm tryna bring humanity back to its peak. Ain't no way I'm tappin' out."
Zoth didn't bother with a reply. Instead, he rubbed his neck, tilting his head, eyes locking hard onto Juuga. From behind the helmet, his twin crimson visors burned — blood-red haze coiling and spilling into the air, suffocating like coagulated fog.
Wordlessly, he slammed the Omni Force onto his Driver, fists clenching before striking the Doom Driver Buckles twice. A sinister mechanical chorus echoed:
[Omnimus Loading…]
[Solomon Stlash!!]
Behind Zoth, an enormous Omni Force tome tore through reality. From its ruptured pages, a colossal Caladbolg formed — a mirror of the blade in his hand. With a single sweep of the real Caladbolg, the massive spectral weapon fell in unison, detonating the battlefield.
Juuga leapt, vaulting skyward to dodge. But mid-swing, the giant blade twisted course, arcing upward, catching him head-on.
BOOM!!
Metal screamed against metal. Juuga crashed down like a meteor, carving a crater deep into the battlefield. His right armor plate split open, leaking glowing streams of energy. He looked up, eyes burning — half fear, half fury.
Refusing defeat, Juuga ripped another Vistamp down, slamming the lever four times. The Driver howled:
[Amazing Finish!!]
Behind him erupted blazing crimson Pteranodon wings, flames curling around his armor. Brachiosaurus manifested at his head, Mammoth at his legs, all converging into a single devastating charge. He rocketed forward — a living storm of annihilation.
But Zoth remained calm. He simply folded the tome slightly, tapping his Driver once more. The voice rang like judgment:
[Omnimus Loading…]
[Solomon Break!!]
Juuga stormed in, fury and fire embodied. Zoth, unflinching, raised one arm to meet him.
KRAAASH!!
The Amazing Finish erupted, engulfing the battlefield in fire. The ground split, the air ablaze, the sky drowned in smoke. But the outcome… wasn't what Juuga expected. Every drop of energy he unleashed had been absorbed into Zoth's body — funneled into Caladbolg.
Juuga froze.
A counter.
Too late to dodge.
SHRKK—BOOM!!
The counterblast ripped outward, shockwaves tearing everything apart. Juuga's body was hurled away, smashing into the school wall nearby. The concrete split in the shape of his body, fractures racing out like a web, threatening collapse.
Step by step, Zoth advanced. His iron boots struck the ground with chilling weight: clank… clank… The crimson cloak whipped in the scorched wind. Upon his white-and-gold armor, only a few faint scorch marks lingered — nothing of consequence.
He stopped. Crimson eyes burned through the haze, locking onto Juuga as he dragged himself up, battered, broken.
THOOM!
Zoth's armored boot crashed down on Juuga's chest. The screech of metal splitting mingled with the dull crack of bone. Juuga coughed a mouthful of blood, dark and thick, splattering across the fractured earth. His body convulsed, strength fleeing, yet his eyes still clung to the figure before him.
— Holy Sovereign Solomon.
In that moment, Juuga felt himself crushed to insignificance. He had joined the Holy Grail War thinking it would be games — mocking Archer, provoking Lancer, picking a few fights for the thrill. But now… he faced something else entirely. Not another isekai human.
A monster in human form.
His trembling hand clawed weakly at Zoth's shin, desperate to shove him off — useless against the weight bearing down. Zoth looked down at him, smirk curving beneath the visor, and pressed harder. Bones creaked and splintered. Juuga's chest felt like it was caving in, every breath a blade sawing through his heart.
Even so, Juuga managed a crooked grin. His voice was ragged, but he still forced out a joke:
"Yo… Solomon… at least drop me your name, yeah? Lemme have that honor before a dead man walkin' like me clocks out."
Zoth was silent for a few seconds. Then, unexpectedly, he tapped a finger lightly against his helmet, shrugged, and spoke with a flat, almost detached tone:
"Watashi no na wa Kira Yoshikage. Nenrei sanjūsansai. Jitaku wa Morioh-chō hokutō no bu no bessō chitai ni ari, kekkon wa shite inai, shigoto wa Kame-yū chēn-ten no kaisha-in de, mainichi osokutomo yoru hachi-ji made ni wa kitakusuru. Tabako wa suwanai, sake wa tashinamu-tedo, yoru jūichi-ji ni wa toko ni tsukii, kanarazu hachi-jikan wa suimin o toru yō ni shiteiru. Neru mae ni atatakai miruku o nomi, nijuppun hodo no sūtorecchi de karada o homu shite kara toko ni tsuku-to hotondo asa made jukusui suru. Akanbō no yō ni hiro ya sutoresu o nokosa zu ni asa me o samasu nda. Kenkō shindan demo ijō nashi to iwaretai yo."
The deathly tension shattered into absurdity with that endless "personal profile."
Juuga's eye twitched. For a moment, he was dumbfounded. Then he burst out, furious:
"Bruh, ain't this straight up Kira's lines?! Deadass, you playin' like that, who the hell even gonna keep up with you?!"
Zoth chuckled faintly. His voice came out steady, each word deliberate, like lecturing a child on something obvious:
"You asked for my name. I answered in the way I wanted. That's my right. What's the matter? Offended? Uncomfortable? Then go ahead, file a complaint. The question is… can you survive my hand long enough to even file it?"
His boot pressed down harder. A sickening crack resounded. Blood surged from Juuga's mouth, splattering across the broken tiles.
Just as Juuga's chest was about to be crushed, the ground beneath him flared. A swirling purple-black sigil expanded, devouring his body whole. Zoth snarled, throwing all his weight down to finish him before the transfer completed—too late. Juuga vanished, leaving only a thunderous explosion as Zoth's stomp shattered the stone floor.
A woman's voice echoed across the Homurahara campus, laced with mockery and disdain:
"It seems this Holy Grail War won't be as boring as I thought. But… my Master is beyond your reach for now, Holy Sovereign Solomon. I'll remember that name."
Zoth inhaled deeply, steadying his breath. Beneath the helmet, the corner of his lips curled coldly, unbothered. He tilted his head to the sky, smirked faintly, then turned toward a waiting figure. He raised his hand in casual greeting, voice half-playful yet still regal:
"Yo! Long time no see, my old subordinate."
Archer stood ready, Kurayami reversed in hand. He bowed slightly, deferential, like a man acknowledging a debt:
"It has been a while… Master Logos. I never thought we would reunite here."
Zoth strode up, throwing an arm over Archer's shoulder, laughing heartily:
"Yeah, that's more like it. But now, just call yourself Calibur. Fits the role, fits the stage."
Archer didn't object, nodding once.
"Calibur it is. But tell me, Master Logos… who was that man you were so determined to eradicate?"
Zoth shrugged, waving it off like trivial gossip:
"Him? Just a bastard. And he's tangled with a Beast trying to break through and destroy everything here. So… he has to die, one way or another. But that's for later. First, let's clean up."
He released Archer, shifting from Caladbolg to Bilgamed. The blade flared, trailing golden script that twisted in the air like living incantations.
[Restoration.]
The world trembled. Reality rewound. Cracks, smoke, rubble — all dissolved. Homurahara Academy stood pristine, as if no battle had ever taken place.
Zoth released his armor, returning to his human form. The Omni Force tome spun lazily in his hand as he spoke, voice carrying into the shadows:
"You two brats, come out already. Had enough? Or do I gotta toss in a Rider Kick, same as I did Juuga?"
Two figures stumbled out of the darkness. Shirou and Shinji, pale as death, raised their hands in surrender, trembling.
"We… we surrender! Please, have mercy, Sensei!"
Zoth folded his arms, tilting his chin with a sigh.
"Aiz… fine, whatever. Calibur, grab your Master and follow me. We need to plan how to deal with that guy. Also…"
His eyes narrowed, voice sinking, edged with cold curiosity:
"That Servant he summoned… who exactly could it be… erh… nevermind, No matter who or what Servant. They'll all fall the same way."