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[center][h1]Lancer Lily - River, under the bridge[/h1][/center]

“Hmm, my swamp, huh? I guess you’re right master. My swamp is my swamp, so I have to protect it. Well, that just means my swamp is somewhere I go back to after a hunt. Isn’t that what a grail war is like? You hunt other servants, you end up killing them and then you get a wish! Killing a boar or something is nicer because you get the meat and stuff immediately, but I went off on a hunt that wasn’t quick because I met some knights. I got what I wanted, and found something I wanted more than just a boar too. So, there’s nothing wrong with going out.”

He smiled. “I feel like I shouldn’t go to some places, but I don’t feel anything about staying here. Besides, you’ve seen my skill right? Master. So you have nothing to worry about.”

The youth leapt to his feet, surprisingly not stumbling or sinking even as his legs plunged deep into the murky mud. Nonplussed by his already uncomfortable and unsightly hide leggings getting completely soaked. 

His Noble Phantasm, the symbol of a hero was quite unsightly, and in a sense it looked more reasonable after being covered in mud if one assumed they were disposable clothes meant to handle staining and disgusting work. But no, Lancer was summoned like that, summoned with that outfit adorning him when he appeared. 

Further non-chalantly he held his hand out, a wooden-stick like “spear” appearing in his hand that he then thrust into the murk to lean on. “It is a bit like home, and you definitely can’t beat most of the masters or servants yourself.” He spoke without malice, simply citing what he saw and thought. “But there’s nothing to worry about. Besides, I’m suppose to leave home, aren’t I? I have to win the war after all.”

Without another word he leapt out of the swamp, bursting out of the mud with the full power of a servant. Hamel was covered head to toe in muck that flooded over him due to Lancer.  The marsh he created shifted, waves spreading across the mud as though it were an ocean as it tried to reach equilibrium from the hole Lancer carved in.

The only solace then was Lancer reassuring his master over their link as he swiftly departed for the city.

“Bye master! I like our swamp. I’ll be back when I need to, but since I don’t need to be here there’s no point in being here. They say that a person should be where they should be right? I don’t feel that right there so I’ll leave.”

Running at inhuman speeds out of his spirit form he traveled through the city without restraint. A foolish thing to do, all the more if he was trying to hide himself.  But in the first place he held no desire to keep conspicuous at all. He simply ran as he pleased without thinking of the consequences. His path was strangely devoid of people or watching eyes, as though taking the best path he could.

-Go right, he heard.

So he did.

Stop, go back and go around.

So he did.

The voices he heard, the instinct he simply felt. He entrusted himself to it as he pursued his goal.

*Splash*

Lancer dived into the river of Fuyuki, nothing but smiles as he slipped seamlessly from running in the streets, shattering the roads when he came to abrupt violent stops, to hunting fish with the stick of a spear he held.

Mother always said that fish helped make one smart. But more importantly... a good fish roast always tasted good and there weren't many boars or deer in Fuyuki from what he saw outside of that mountain or those forests. But something told him not to go there.

Well, fish it is!