[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Yukimura Sanada[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3](Southern Miyama, Riverside Cottage - Attic)[/h3][/center]

She had decided to wait. Without interrupting the man before her at all, she took in what he said. Her Lord for this war seemed like he was polite enough. He did not show any anger or a change of mood at the way she had tried to extract an answer from him. That was a good starting sign.

The talk of her gender though was a bit vexing. If anything, she didn’t like the reminder of how she was written down. Of course, there were reasons for that happening beyond them simply writing it incorrectly. Taking a moment, she moved forward before her Master, and actually put herself down on one knee, fist against the floor, looking downward. After all he was the Master, the Lord, in this relationship.

[color=ed1c24]“Lord Ríos! First please forgive me. I had not meant to talk to you as I had, but sometimes I act first and think after. It’s an unfortunate habit. You do not need to be so cautious with me though. I would prefer we act on friendly terms if possible, but in this relationship, I am but the lance that you shall direct at your enemies. Thus, I would request you not be careful when talking with me. I am prepared for any complaints you may have or orders you may give. That is what it means to be a warrior under their Lord.”[/color]

Even if her Lords decisions would bring her to ruin, she would follow them if they were adamant and did not want to hear her opinion or compromise. Well so long as her personality didn’t interfere and she caused issues by not thinking about it.

[color=ed1c24]“As for my identity, I am indeed Yukimura Sanada. If history has recorded my identity as that of a man, that would be because I had detested my gender and had often had people treat me as if I was one as well. The values of the time were very different. Thus, I had discarded them and instead tread down a path where others would treat and see me as a male warrior. I can promise I am a formidable warrior though. Any order you have I shall do to the best I can.”[/color]

Rather than lift her head up to look at David, the Lancer kept her head down, humiliated by her previous tone when she had spoken. It was completely her belief she had come off as full of herself and was already causing issues in their relationship of Master and Servant. Or as she preferred to think, Warrior and Lord.

It was a matter of the fact she was extremely embarrassed and didn’t want her Lord to see her no longer composed expression. That and she had every urge to speak much more casually. She wanted to simply talk with him as if they were friends, but she also had her own values from her time which would not allow her to do that. Being so informal could easily cause her to lose her life in such a situation if he took it the wrong way.

As well, from Lancers side she felt this display may help establish trust between them. That would be one of the factors she felt weighed most heavily in this war. If they could not trust each other, serving under him may become more difficult.

[color=ed1c24]“If you have any questions for me now I shall also answer them if I can. Be it how I fight, what duties I can perform for you, or anything regarding my history. If you desire it, I shall tell you anything you want.”[/color]

This was what she was used to. The staggering difference between the Lord and the Warrior. Master and Servant. But due to her own hang up and passion to clear up the misunderstanding she felt she created, she also had not realized her own thoughts were going in circles, bringing her back to trying to fix the relationship every time she opened her mouth despite not having a response yet.

She finally become silent though, awaiting a single world from her Master. If he showed displeasure she felt as though she’d be more humiliated than anything though. Her hands felt a bit sweaty at the mere idea, and she felt her expression would slip into one of despair. 

Lancer never could have known about the issues running through the man’s head in contrast to the ones running through her own.

If she had known though she may have tried to re-assure him. She had no issues with how he had spoken, nor with what he knew of her. It was only natural after all. History had recorded her in a way that pleased her rather than made her upset. It may be due to the difference between the eras, but it still had her happy on the inside.

[@Breo]