[@manythings] [@reflection]

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[center][h1]Foreigner District[/h1][/center]
[center][h1]The Sensei[/H1][/center]

Confronted with the beyond human insanity of the abilities of two legendary souls, a mere mortal would often be confronted with what laid beyond the limits inherent to being human. A normal person would be unable to follow the movements, nor truly understand the level of ability shown. 

Yet he stood there, a profound look in his eyes. Perhaps then he had the ability to not only follow, but comprehend the scale of the battle before him. What he looked with were not the limits of a man, no. He was a teacher who by no means reached into their realm. But he was one who ventured to a new foreign land and absorbed the many customs and techniques of a completely different world. To be confronted with something beyond his experiences and to understand it then was an ability that was almost inherit to Tlilpojuan. At first he looked with his plain eyes, but as the battle continued on he activated the clairvoyance of a master.

The words came to Saber through their link. “Her horsepower is immense.” The comment was perhaps not unexpected due to the strange nature of the master, but in a sense it was also practical. It was said that the masters clairvoyance desminated information about the parameters and abilities of a servant in the way most easily understood by the master. There was in another timeline, in the future, another master that was a native to the newland who saw the parameters of servants as rivers, with the speed that which they flowed signifying their potency.  A man who looked towards new things, the idea of things such as locomotives being evaluated through the power that supported industry all over the world was not a strange thing. Nor was it strange then that the servants were evaluated in the same way that the power of the wonders of man were. By comparison with the capabilities of an equine beast. 

“In comparison to yours... even without the reduction caused by my circuits she is an immense herd. Her speed especially so. This will be a difficult fight, Saber.” But there was no worry in his words.

“Saber, spur yourself on with your desire. Worry not for my circuits, or my ability as a magus.”  I will withstand it. The abilities of Roland and Tlilpojuan were perhaps not the most matched. The greatest class, and a great hero with the man who most likely ranked the lowest as far as one’s calibur as a magus. Yet they were brought together by fate, and where the ability of his circuits lacked, his will would endure. It was only fitting that the knight who so boldly charged into battle fearlessly, so indomitable would gain a partner who would have to prove his strength of will and ability to withstand, just like his servant.

“Yet this is the first round.” came a calmer voice, his passion honing in with the focus of a martial artist. “Fight as you are, let her feel you out. She believes she is learning you, but in truth we are learning her. She is a cautious fighter that sense, but she’s brazenly inviting you into pitfalls and traps. That move is fine. But she’ll be on guard after that. So you’ll have to switch it up even further… Her movements are oddly fluid, too fluid.” In a sense perhaps that is the result of her own style taken to an extreme. But… “

He watched Saber’s actions while repositioning, walking to a place where he could look upon the interplay between the two clashing heroes. Not paralyzed by awe or fear, Tlilpojuan calmly looked upon the two even as his body was buffeted by razor-sharp winds that sheared away at the streets. Gale blades from their shockblades licked at his skin, unable to find purchase for the most part, but sometimes creating nicks from which blood oozed slightly. His reaction that it gained an almost whinny-like laugh as his eyes continued to watch the servants.

“I am afraid that if you sustain too much damage however it would be a danger to me, Saber. For I am no powerful magus. Activate your skill, Guardian Knight. There is no shame in using it.” The command came as Saber closed in, slamming his blade into the ground and moving to grapple and tie up the woman that was most likely a Lancer. 

The first of his commands, but not the last as Tlilpojuan evaluated the flow of the battle as though it were a lesson plan.

The western giant’s voice boomed out, calling out to Lancer as much as Saber. The words carried with his cultivated ability to galvanize those who would listen to his tales (in exchange for lodging) and to those who counted themselves as his student (Hideyoshi). A call to action, a call to the dropping of restraint. “This is your exhibition match, this is where we etch the first taste of the war. If you rein it in here then we’ll have little but regrets!”

“Saber!” he called out without any care of hiding the class of his servant. “Now is the time!”
Images flooded Roland’s mind through their karmic link, the display of one’s body used as a weapon and the roaring of explosive flames playing out like a movie.

“It is time for that!”

The technique’s name branded itself into his mind. Tlilpojuan figuratively instructing his servant on the how, and to do.  

“The first of my techniques in the war.”

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[b][center]Ninefold Hoof-Cannon: Release From Life[/center][/b]

Well, in reality it was a technique that codified a series of brutal kicks, with the images shown to Roland being more the potential that they could reach. Yet in this case it was simply a series of brutal kicks. This unorthodox instruction was perhaps perfectly fitted for Roland, who was a man who entrusted himself to glory, and so could abandon his body to follow the flow. Certainly it was a means of attack that was significantly different from what Roland had attributed so far. What Tlilpojuan commanded in the end was to start a new flow to the fight.

Even if Lancer understood their blows… they would simply have to create a stream that dragged her along helplessly.