Rin just blinked, utterly dumbfounded.
In the Emiya household's old dojo, Ritsuka stood in front of a heavy punching bag. Every strike, reinforced with magecraft, cracked like thunder. His fists, elbows, knees, and kicks weren't wild flailing—each movement was precise, deliberate, and frighteningly efficient.
He weaved punches into sharp knees, shifted smoothly into grapples and throws, even flickered with bursts of Time Alter, slamming the bag as if it were a living opponent.
On his hands were a pair of worn gloves. Rin's eyes narrowed—those weren't normal training gear. They were Mystic Codes, pulsing faintly with prana.
Jeanne, watching from the side, clasped her hands together in awe. "Master… you're incredible."
Gilgamesh, however, simply crossed his arms, his golden eyes narrowing. To him, every step, every shift of weight was more telling than Ritsuka's strikes. This wasn't some random street brawling—this was studied. Refined.
Then Ritsuka stepped back, inhaled, and dropped into a stance. His strikes came faster, palm strikes, rapid-fire like arrows loosed from a bow.
The bag rattled violently against its chains.
Rin's mouth opened, then closed. Her brain short-circuited.
"That's… that looks like a fusion between Muay Thai… Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu… and—" her eye twitched, "—fucking Kung Fu?! What the hell am I looking at?!"
Rin's eye twitched. The memory hit her like a truck.
Flashback
Homurahara Academy, student lounge.
Ayako sat with her arms folded, sipping tea with all the dignity of a martial artist trying not to lose her composure.
"So yeah, Ritsuka's insane. He blends Muay Thai, Lethwei—maybe even Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, it was hard to tell—and kung fu into one… whatever it is. We thought he was just showing off—until he suplexed my brother in front of the judges."
Rin nearly spat her tea everywhere, choking, pounding her chest until she grabbed water.
"W-Wait… what?!"
Ayako grinned like a fox. "Straight-up over-the-shoulder slam. I've never seen my brother fold like that in my life. The ref called it an 'accident,' but the club didn't see it that way."
"…So what happened?" Rin asked carefully, already fearing the answer.
Ayako laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink. "They banned him. The poor guy looked so confused—like they were the ones who didn't know how to counter it."
At that exact moment, Taiga burst into the room, already wheezing with laughter.
"PFFT—every time I think about it, I lose it! He pile-drove that boy into the mat! I had to drag Ritsuka out before the whole gym went berserk!"
End of Flashback
Rin just blinked, staring blankly at the dojo scene.
"…She wasn't joking," she muttered under her breath.
Gilgamesh tilted his head, red eyes narrowing with curiosity rather than mockery. He stepped closer, arms still folded, observing every shift in Ritsuka's stance.
"What do you call this style?" the King of Heroes asked.
Ritsuka froze mid-strike, sweat dripping from his brow. He turned, meeting Gilgamesh's gaze head-on.
"…Nameless."
A silence fell across the dojo. Jeanne's eyes widened at the weight in his voice, Rin blinked at how casually he said it, and Gilgamesh's smirk deepened.
"Nameless, hm?" Gil chuckled, low and sharp. "How very… fitting."
Ritsuka's last punch echoed through the dojo, the bag swaying dangerously. He let his hands fall to his sides, chest heaving.
Gilgamesh's smirk didn't fade. Instead, he lazily extended one hand into the air. With a shimmer, a golden rift opened behind him—Gate of Babylon.
Rin's eyes went wide.
"…Wait, Gil—don't tell me you—"
A short sword shot out like lightning.
"!!" Ritsuka's eyes widened, but his body moved on instinct. He twisted, Time Alter sparking across his limbs, and the blade whistled past his cheek, embedding itself into the dojo wall.
He landed low, hand on the floor, breath sharp. A small trickle of blood slid down his face.
Jeanne was already in front of him, flag materializing in her hands with a flash of light.
"Caster—!" Her voice was sharp, more than usual. "What do you think you're doing, attacking your ally's Master?!"
Gilgamesh laughed, amused. "Attacking? Do not mistake me, Maiden of Orleans. If I wished to strike him down, he would be a corpse already. This was but… a test."
"Some test!" Jeanne snapped, flag poised to block if another weapon appeared. "He is still only human!"
Ritsuka, however, raised a hand, panting but steady. "Jeanne, it's fine… I'm fine."
She turned back, eyes wide at his calm tone.
"…Master—"
Ritsuka wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his glove and straightened, meeting Gilgamesh's gaze again. His expression was unwavering.
"If you wanted to know if I'd flinch, Goldy… the answer's no."
For a moment, the dojo was silent. Then Gilgamesh threw his head back and laughed.
"Magnificent! You truly are your father's son. Very well—I acknowledge you. At least you have the backbone not to crumble before a King."
Rin, who had been frozen this whole time, finally exploded.
"ACKNOWLEDGE HIM?! You nearly skewered him like a kabob!"
Gilgamesh ignored her, still grinning at Ritsuka. Jeanne, though lowering her flag, still kept close to her Master, eyes never leaving the King of Heroes.
Ritsuka realizes what Gilgamesh said, that he was his father's son. "How do you know my dad?".
Gilgamesh smirked as he pointed at his Crimson eyes. "I saw the Photos, a bit of Grail Knowledge and my Own Mystic eyes, I learned who he was".
Ritsuka was confused as he looked at him. "I am confused, my dad was not on special, he was just a Magus as he put and he is just the man who adopted me after the fire".
Rin narrowed her eyes as she spoke. "Wait, who's your dad?"
Ritsuka looked at her as he spoke. "His name was Kiritsugu."
Rin stopped, Gilgamesh smirked, and Jeanne was confused why that name had Rin react like that.
Gilgamesh laughed as he spoke. "He doesn't know how Amusing it is, not my place to tell him."
Ritsuka narrowed his eyes. "Is there something about my dad I don't know?"
The dojo suddenly felt colder. Rin's lips pressed into a thin line, her hands tightening at her sides. Jeanne tilted her head, sensing the tension but not the reason.
Gilgamesh only chuckled, golden eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Oh, there are many things. The man you called father… the Magus Killer. A name etched in blood and shadows."
Ritsuka blinked. "…Magus Killer?"
Rin flinched. She hadn't wanted him to hear that title—not like this. Her throat tightened, but Gil's smirk widened, feeding on her discomfort.
"Do not glare at me, Tohsaka. If the boy is to inherit anything, he should know the truth. Or…" Gil's voice dropped, mocking. "…will you coddle him in ignorance, just as the Magus Killer once tried to coddle the world with his false ideals?"
Ritsuka's fists clenched. His heart pounded, not from anger alone but from the sudden, dizzying sense that the father he thought he knew had been someone entirely different.
Rin went to Ritsuka as she sighed. "Listen, Ritsuka, I don't know how your dad was to you. Heck, seeing how well you turned out, he raised you well, as for his other side... I don't think it's time to tell you, you just got into the holy grail war, and this is only day 2. I will tell you another day, let's say your dad has some... Dad lore".
That last part actually made Ritsuka chuckle a bit, as Rin smiled at that.
Ritsuka chuckled despite himself. "Dad lore, huh? That sounds… ridiculous."
Rin smiled faintly. "Good. You're laughing—that's better than brooding over answers you're not ready for."
Jeanne tilted her head, frowning in innocent curiosity. "Lore? I do not understand… was his father a knight of some kind?"
Gilgamesh scoffed, the smirk never leaving his lips. "How quaint. The mongrel seeks to wrap the truth in ribbons and soft words. 'Dad lore,' indeed. You humans never cease to amuse me with your cowardice."
Rin shot him a sharp glare. "Shut it, King of Excess. He'll learn when he's ready. Not when you decide it's entertaining."
Ritsuka exhaled, tension loosening in his shoulders. "Fine. I'll wait. But you'd better not keep me in the dark forever."
Rin shook her head, deciding not to press the "dad lore" issue any further. Instead, she folded her arms and tilted her head at Ritsuka.
"So, why call your fighting style Nameless? Why not something dramatic—'The Emiya Style,' or at least something that sounds less like you forgot to finish the sentence?"
Ritsuka paused, still catching his breath from the bag work. He wiped his forehead with the back of his glove, then glanced at her with a faint smile.
"When I first started blending Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Kung Fu together, I didn't have a name for it. It was just… instinct. Three disciplines I pushed to their limits and then meshed until they became something else. At first I called it nothing, just… nameless. Over time, that stuck."
He raised his fists again, tapping his chest twice before speaking quieter, more to himself than to anyone else.
"To give it a name would be to claim it's finished. But it's not. I'm still evolving it. Every fight, every opponent—it changes. So until the day it stops growing… it'll stay Nameless."
There was a stillness after he said that.
Jeanne's eyes softened with awe, her hands clasped in front of her chest. "A discipline without a name… only a purpose. That is… strangely holy."
Rin blinked at her choice of words but said nothing, her lips tugging into a half-smile.
Gilgamesh chuckled lowly, golden eyes gleaming. "How quaint. A fighting style that refuses a name… because the mongrel is afraid to engrave it upon history. But perhaps—" He smirked wider. "Perhaps that makes it more dangerous. A blade without a scabbard."
Ritsuka exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. "If that's what you want to call it."
Then he returned to the bag, fists slamming harder, sharper, each strike carrying a rhythm that made the dojo walls hum.
Rin slipped her jacket on and adjusted the little silver cross around her neck. "Well then, Emiya—see you later."
She started for the door, Gilgamesh's golden gaze flicking her way as he casually decided to follow.
Ritsuka frowned, tilting his head. "Where are you going?"
Rin stopped just short of the hall, half-turning with that calm, composed smile of hers.
"To the church."
Ritsuka blinked, baffled. "...Why?"
Rin tapped the cross lightly with her finger, her expression softening.
"Because it's what I always do every day. To pray."
And with that, she stepped out, the sound of her shoes fading into the corridor.
Ritsuka just stood there, jaw slightly slack, brain rebooting like an overheated computer.
Sure, there had been rumors at school—whispers that Tohsaka Rin was a Christian. But he'd written them off as just that: rumors. And now… lo and behold, they were true.
"…Huh," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess the tsundere really is church-themed…"
Jeanne smiled softly as she watched Rin step out. "It's comforting, isn't it? To see someone hold fast to the values of God, even in the middle of a war like this."
Ritsuka scratched the back of his head, a little awkward. "Yeah, I guess so. Must feel… nice, right? Having that kind of faith to lean on."
Jeanne's eyes glimmered with quiet warmth. "It's more than comfort. Faith gives purpose. Even when the world feels chaotic, it reminds you that there's something greater than yourself guiding the path."
Ritsuka exhaled, leaning against the dojo wall. "Greater than myself, huh? …Kinda hard for me to wrap my head around that. I've always been more of a 'figure it out with my own hands' type."
Jeanne tilted her head at him, curious. "And yet, you carry a cross of your own, Ritsuka. Not in the same way as Rin or I, but… in the sense of burden. The fire, your father, this war—you've borne more than most already."
Ritsuka blinked at her, caught off guard by the depth of her words. "…That's… uh… one way of putting it."
Jeanne simply folded her hands together in prayer-like fashion, her expression serene. "Then perhaps, even without belief, you'll still find meaning in the trials ahead. God works in mysterious ways, after all."
Ritsuka looked away, cheeks faintly red, muttering under his breath. "First Rin and now you… geez, why does everyone suddenly sound like a philosopher today?"
Ritsuka exhaled through his nose, his whole body sharpening as Reinforcement magic sparked through his muscles. His stance tightened—elbows tucked, weight light on the balls of his feet. Alright… no holding back.
He lunged first. A sharp Muay Thai low kick cracked through the air toward Jeanne's thigh—fast, precise, reinforced. Against any opponent at the dojo, that would've buckled them instantly.
Clink.
Jeanne didn't flinch. She shifted her stance, shin meeting shin, the reinforced strike glancing harmlessly away. Her eyes never left him. "Good form. But predictable."
Ritsuka didn't hesitate. He followed with a quick jab-cross, then dropped low into a sweeping leg—Kung Fu flow bleeding seamlessly into the grounded control of Jiu-Jitsu.
This time Jeanne moved. Her hand snapped down, catching his ankle mid-sweep. In one fluid motion she twisted and tossed him onto his back with knightly precision, like brushing dust from her shoulder.
Ritsuka coughed, rolling to his feet with a grimace. "…Yeah, okay. That was humbling."
But Jeanne was smiling—not mocking, but encouraging. "Don't stop. Feel the gap, Master. Every blow you throw, every movement you make—it teaches you the difference between man and Servant."
Ritsuka's fists tightened. He slid back into stance, sweat glistening across his forehead. "Fine then… let's go again."
This time his approach was different—he feinted a strike, pulled into a clinch, and drove reinforced elbows and knees in rapid succession, Muay Thai brutality aimed at Jeanne's ribs. The dojo walls shook with every blow—crack, crack, crack—but Jeanne's aura wrapped around her like divine armor. She absorbed the strikes, her smile soft but her voice firm.
"Better. You flow like water. But…" Her palm pressed against his chest, just a gentle push—yet it sent Ritsuka skidding three full steps back. "…against a Servant, water must become a flood."
Ritsuka hissed, breathing hard. He knew she was right. His Nameless style was brutal, efficient, human. Against someone like Jeanne, every perfect strike still felt like hitting a fortress.
And yet, instead of discouragement, there was fire in his eyes. "…Then I'll find a way to turn it into one."
At first Jeanne kept her stance light, almost playful. She only shifted her feet, letting Ritsuka's strikes whistle just short of her, testing his rhythm. Each miss drove him to adjust—faster, sharper, more desperate to land even one clean blow.
Step. Pivot. Dodge. Jeanne's movements were graceful, almost like dancing. Ritsuka felt the frustration rising, but he couldn't deny—there was something mesmerizing about how she moved.
"Your eyes, Master," Jeanne said gently, sidestepping another kick. "Don't just follow me. Read me. Feel where I will be, not where I am."
Ritsuka gritted his teeth, focusing harder, muscles humming with reinforcement. He snapped a feint punch and slipped into a sweep again. This time Jeanne barely leaned away, her braid brushing past his arm. For the briefest moment, they were face to face—her calm golden eyes meeting his, so close he felt his chest tighten.
"…Got you."
His hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist. He tugged, pulling her toward a Jiu-Jitsu takedown—except Jeanne didn't resist. She flowed with it, letting him pull her down. For a second, Ritsuka thought he'd finally done it—until her body twisted mid-fall, and suddenly he was the one pinned, her knee lightly pressing his chest.
Jeanne leaned over him, strands of hair falling across her face, smiling down warmly. "Not bad. You almost had me there."
Ritsuka froze. His body was burning—not from the Reinforcement, but from the fact that the radiant saint was literally straddling him. His heart hammered against his ribs. "…Y-Yeah… almost…"
Jeanne's expression softened, her voice quieter now. "You fight with such determination. It's admirable… dangerous, even." For just a moment, her hand lingered on his chest before she stood, offering him hers.
Ritsuka took it, pulling himself up. Their hands stayed clasped a second too long before he let go.
"Again," he said quickly, masking his blush.
Jeanne smiled, stepping back into her stance. "Good. That's the spirit."
This time she raised one arm, promising silently: If you want to test yourself against me… then come and take me at my best.
To be continued
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