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[center][h1]On The Streets - Towards the Shopping District[/h1][/center]
[center][h1]The Sensei[/H1][/center]
Hmm. My plans?” he asked, more as a confirmation that Hideyoshi had indeed asked what he had heard. Tlilpojuan took a filled gourd and raised to his lips, speaking somehow while drinking. It was a talent on the level of his ability to eat and drink through the mask that was covering his face. “That is simple, is it not, Hideyoshi? The war has begun, the most western of experiences has descended upon the world. The battle that was in the making for 60 years is the one we are enjoying.” He shook his head. “There is no plan, save to simply participate.”	

He nodded to himself, content with his own ideas before “Hideyoshi. The designs and dreams of sixty years, of longer than that come here. There are some who planned since the creation of this ritual, there are some who heard of it just recently and came here abandoning the usual of their lives here.”

He laughed. Truly it was like those who abandoned their homes to journey to a new world, to see new things, to conquer new land. Yes, the Grail War with its legends, and with how it brought together many from the world was truly the most western of experiences!	

His glass slammed down on the ground. “What are plans in the face of all that? What are our experiences but a single moment of fuel compared to such a torch? Hideyoshi, to burn brighter is what I wish. To truly go west. I journeyed west, I learned many things with your grandfather, and in this foreign land.”

He suddenly leaned over, then dropped to lie on the dining floor of the Tohsakas. Almost like an animal without any sense of consideration for the situation and place, simply resting as he needed and saw fit. “Mhmm.” he said, words taking on a yawn-like quality. 

The man who would be considered decently tall in the west in the day of the 21th century was indeed a giant in the eastern island in the current age. The mask only added to the impression of his height and size, and even lying idly, taking a bottle in hand. He looked not like a drunk a normal man would seem but instead like a sage in idleness, waiting for the world to sweep him along.

“I shall simply experience the war.” he said, his words pure in a sense.

What an idiot.

What a satisfied man.

He suddenly hopped to his feet, arms swinging  as he landed on both of his feet at the same time. “It was a good meal. It was a good visit. I should however leave now, for the night ends soon. We’ll fight a number of times. Just as we have before the war. Please prepare the usual food then!”

Onto new lands, onto new experiences. Nodding to his student, he left wordlessly. Well, he was sure his student had plenty of responsibilities to deal with as the second owner. Even as a non-magus who was simply a martial artist he understood quite fine his duties.

Well then.

“Saber. Let us simply walk. They shall come to us, or we shall come to them. If we find no one then I will simply show you some more places to drink at!”