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[center][h1]On The Streets - Tohsaka Manor[/h1][/center]
[center][h1]The Sensei[/H1][/center]
“And now I must leave. There is but one warning I must give. A western storm descends upon Fuyuki, and it is best that you are careful.” A grave voice that spoke with great concern broken up by uncivilized chewing. “Ah, these rice cakes are delicious.”

He got up.

“As tempting as it is to ask where you get them I will not ask. When I am in a time of need please prepare them once more.”

Yes, the taste of those ricecakes were in a way a ritual. Some came to the temple in hopes of spiritual guidance, some for the peace of one’s mind through the idea of giving donations as though paying for it with simple money.

For him it was to visit some people he knew, and to eat. Then at times it was for eating… that. The food he had after the encounter with that man. The food he had after defeat, when a calamity would come, and when victory rose with the sun.

Ah, this was a time to celebrate.

The greatest most western event to ever happen in Japan descended upon Fuyuki.

It was what he came west (to the east) for.

It only after they descended from the temple that ge spoke with the person accompanying him.  The foreigner man taking his time both in hiking a bit across the mountain despite its anti-spirit field that was a hefty pressure against his companion, and also in feeding and playing for a time with a dog that took shelter in the temple territory. 

“Saber, there are many important things in life. The first is to eat well, the second is to train well. The third is to always look west. That is why I came here to this land.” He offered a snack that they brought with them from the temple as they came into the streets, back into the rest of the city. But whether the man titled Saber accepted or not, he walked on without altering his pace. The west, nor him, waited for no man whether they be legend or a simple pedestrian. 

“Already it feels different in the city…”

He smiled, his lips spreading wide beneath the mask. His voice was filled with his thoughts, conveying his feelings purely as though making up for the mask of a horse that covered his face. As the two walked down the streets it was not odd that they were given stares here and there. Yet it was not that large of a stir, and all things considered it was barely one at all considering how strange the tall and muscular foreigner who had the head of a horse was as a sight in any sort of nation. Let alone the nation of Japan.

Yet he was a man who lived here for years, who, despite his eccentricities became known. The place that they left was only one of the places that he visited often, sharing tales, labour and simply his presence. The bonds he had managed to make somehow brought him acceptance, and free lodging at times.

“Ah let us go, let us go. With the war starting I should visit my pupil. He too is a master. As such it is my place to make sure that he acts properly even as he slips into being a magus.” Yes, Tohsaka Nagato had turned to magecraft after meeting Tlilpojuan. But the roots of the Tohsakas could not be forgotten, especially with how dedicated a youth Hideyoshi was.

Tlilpojuan was a man who always looked to the west, who always walked towards the west, who always raised his fists toward the west.

In the words of a famous bodshivatta and savior, he would go west. In the actions of a certain devil who visited upon his people evils, but also attained great glory riding a great steed… he would conquer in the west.

As such he carried most of his possessions on him. A harness strapped across his body held modified saddlebags, massive and barely fitting with the image of the man due to his non-asian size. As he walked he continued to stuff his hand into one of said bags, scooping up a handful of oats that he poured down the mouth of the mask. Somehow managing to partake and consume despite it not being his true mouth.

“Saber, was the temple not nice?”

Along the way he spent a bit of money on some rice wine, inviting Saber to try it while he guzzled it down as though it were but water. As such their arrival to the Tohsaka Manor was hardly quiet, straight, or all that timely.

“Hideyoshi, oh Hideyoshi! I am hungry!” he bellowed out towards the western mansion. Hungry for food of course. But he waited, expecting even as they technically became enemies to be welcomed in with what became customary words of exchange between them.

Hungry for food, hungry for knowledge, hungry for strength, and hungry for nothing (mu)