HypeArtist-[Warning: High Intensity Ahead!]
AlphaSigma-[Finally, you're here! I'm so glad I didn't give up!]
YaoiBreed-[Damn it, these bastards deserve to die! Nameless, you must kill them all!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[As expected of England—Nameless standing with the male-dressed King Arthur is just so good!]
StepOnMeMommi-[Aaaah, I'm so jealous! Nameless is about to charm another one of my favorite Servants!!]
YeetTheInfidel-[Friendly reminder: he's not "about to" charm her—he already has. This is basically a documentary now!]
Animalistic-[WTF! King Artoria here is basically a kid! In todays time, an ELEMENTARY grade KID!!!]
YeetTheInfidel-[Shut up! You uncultured swine!! And why in my mother's name you are still here?!?!]
Animalistic-[....]
FateShit-[Suck it bub, you know humanity's cooked when you have guys like those roaming with that kind of names.]...
"Nameless has appeared!"
Kirina and her companion visibly relaxed when they saw the red cape.
The bullet comments were reacting the same way.
Countless people who were previously angrily denouncing the injustice—wishing they could travel back 1,500 years to wreak havoc on Britain—were now finally at ease upon seeing the Nameless Heroic Spirit.
They couldn't help it.
In the very first video, his performance had been too perfect.
Countless people had been envious of Jeanne d'Arc's public confession to him, but they could only hold their noses and admit—
He truly deserved her!
Upholding justice, accepting anonymity, willing to sacrifice himself...
Every knightly virtue imaginable had been embodied in him flawlessly.
A knight this perfect—if he doesn't deserve Jeanne, then who does?
In just one day, many chuunibyou teens had already become die-hard fans of the Nameless Heroic Spirit.
And now, this flawless knight had appeared before the flawless King of Knights—a pairing so perfect that it made countless fans scream for the ship to sail.
The dark-armored knight snorted coldly, pointing his sword at him. "You think you have the right to call us weaklings?"
"Humility, Honor, Sacrifice, Courage, Compassion, Spirituality, Honesty, Justice... these are the Eight Virtues of Knighthood. Do you live up to them?"
Under the angry glares of the fallen knights, the Nameless Heroic Spirit acted like he was just taking a casual stroll after dinner—completely relaxed.
Behind him—
Young Artoria's eyes lit up, as if hearing a sacred revelation.
She engraved his words into her very soul, never to be forgotten.
The Eight Virtues—the Perfect Knight!
"Heh... human ability has limits. The more one tries to uphold the rules, the more powerless they feel." The dark-armored knight suddenly muttered in a heavy voice.
"Oh? And what are you trying to say?"
Nameless looked at him with curious amusement.
"To surpass our limits, we must stop being knights! I see, I take, I seize everything—that is what a short life should be about!"
It was a mad declaration.
The other knights looked at him with deep admiration. They were fallen knights—seeking a leader of their own.
"Then I can only give you death."
Nameless had nothing in his hands at first.
But then, with a shimmer of energy, two blades materialized—
Kanshou and Bakuya.
"He's alone! We can win! Everyone, kill him!" the dark knight barked the command without hesitation.
As long as they killed this mysterious interloper, he could return home with all his riches and enjoy a luxurious retirement!
The battle erupted.
But very quickly, the dark-armored knight realized—this wasn't a battle.
This was—
A massacre.
"The hunt begins."
Nameless's voice echoed eerily as his figure vanished from sight.
"Where? Where is he?!"
The fallen knights began to panic, scanning their surroundings with frantic vigilance.
Whoosh!
A flash of sword light—and a knight was instantly sliced across the throat, falling to the ground in disbelief and pain.
Like a ghost, the attacker flitted through the field—every appearance bringing a swift and fatal blow to one of them.
The dark knight panicked too, screaming, "Don't come any closer!!"
But the enemy was like a grim reaper, harvesting lives without resistance.
None could stop him.
In that moment, everyone understood—
In front of this mysterious man, they were the weak ones.
The dark knight lunged toward the young girl, roaring, "One more step and I'll kill her!"
But a voice whispered in his ear—
"People die when they are killed."
And in the next instant, a dazzling flash of a sword severed his right arm.
The dark knight screamed in agony and looked up to see a pair of pitch-black eyes—
Like Death itself, staring down at him.
Shing!
The sword flashed once more, and the dark knight collapsed.
The entire fight had lasted less than ten seconds.
All the fallen knights were annihilated.
AlphaSigma-[Damn, he really pulled it off!]
Scrimodotic-[Takes down bad guys like it's nothing, strolls off like it's no big deal. Does the job, doesn't brag—absolute legend!]
YaoiBreed-[He's taking out knights like they're just targets! Absolutely badass!]
HolySimp999-[Haha, that was SO satisfying. People die when they're killed. These traitorous bastards deserved it!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching my phone... I had to kneel to Nameless!]...
"So cool!"
Kirina couldn't help exclaiming in admiration.
Watching him walk through the enemy ranks like a stroll through the park—he was like the ultimate swordsman from a movie.
Standing off to the side, Sanjiro silently looked up at the sky.
That had been during his most chuunibyou phase, when he was obsessed with role-playing.
Now that it was being broadcasted by Alaya, all his dark history was coming to light.
In the "Perfect King" video, after slaughtering the fallen knights—
The young King of Knights looked at him with sparkling eyes: "What's your name? Can I learn swordsmanship from you?"
"Just a nameless knight passing through."
The man didn't take any credit for himself. Instead, he remained modest and humble.
After that—
The Nameless Heroic Spirit began teaching Artoria personally, guiding her in swordsmanship and helping her progress at a miraculous pace.
And not just in swordplay.
The young Artoria was also receiving knowledge of kingship from Merlin in her dreams.
Clips edited by Alaya flashed by in a montage:
Sword training. Dream lessons. Never a moment of rest—so relentless it made even senior high school students feel inadequate.
In the blink of an eye, the girl turned fifteen.
And now came a critical moment—
The Sword in the Stone.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit reached out and gently patted the tuft of hair atop her head, letting out a soft sigh.
"Ria... you can walk away from all this. You can live your own life."
"Father and Merlin both said it: some people are born to be kings, others are born to be outlaws. I... am the one destined to be king!"
Artoria lifted her head slightly, looking at the man before her—half mentor, half comrade—with unshakable determination.
"But what they didn't tell you is this: if the path beneath your feet wasn't chosen by you, then no one knows where it leads." The Nameless Heroic Spirit's tone grew gentler. "Ria... you're not a puppet. You don't have to follow that bastard's orders."
Hum~
Suddenly, countless flower petals burst into bloom, transforming the barren wasteland into a sea of flowers—
A scene so beautiful it felt like a dream.
A man, robed in garments as elegant as the flowers themselves, holding a staff, stepped out from the void, walking atop the petals.
"Nameless, every person has their fate. It is heaven's decree. Everything you do... is ultimately in vain."
The Flower Magus, impossibly handsome, spoke with a lyrical cadence. "Draw the Sword from the Stone, Artoria. This is your destiny. You will be king!"
"Then tell me... what's the price, Merlin?"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit pointed his blade at him without hesitation.
He looked ready to strike at the slightest disagreement—cold and resolute.
The Flower Magus didn't hide anything.
"Once you take that sword, you will cease to be human. All of humanity will hate you. And in the end, you'll face a tragic death."
He clearly cared about the child, revealing all the consequences and leaving the choice in her hands.
"Merlin, there are two kinds of birds in this world," said the Nameless Heroic Spirit suddenly, eyes filled with scorn.
"One fights with all its might to fly. The other... can't fly at all, so it just lays an egg and screams at its offspring to fly harder."