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[center][h1]Pelion's Pub -> Forest Outskirts[/h1][/center]
[center][h1]The Sensei[/H1][/center]

Tlilpojuan  paused for a moment, letting out a contemplative “Hmmm?” before returning to the drink. “Another came? Is that so. Perhaps they would be a pleasant individual to meet.”

There were many things to ask, and many things that could be learned. But at the time he simply drank and ate, making merry with the crowd. Enemy servants, yakuza, foreigners. It did not matter too much to him. After all he was a man who ventured from a foreign land to  see what this great world had to offer. The fruits of civilization, of the slow spread of cultures that were melding together. The end of this slowly growing globalization would only be seen in the 20th century. Yet even now he saw that the world had both grown incredibly small, and incredibly large.


The world seemed smaller once one understood part of it. But then it in turn became even larger than ever before the more you saw and experienced. The greatest and wildest dreams and imaginations of a child were nothing compared to the fruits of man and the products of human civilization.

Standing with gods, standing with those that were the heroes and living histories of man, he found his horizon expanded once more. 

He admired horses. He found them regal, and worthy beasts. Yet it was the products and world of mankind that he loved.

A man became a horse, a horse walked among men.

And what he saw were wonders.


“You said this wine was for horses specifically? Ah, it is good, it is fantastic. It is the best I have drunk in all of my life in Fuyuki, in all of my life even. Yet I wish to try more! If other drinks in your pub are of this level, or even half then this war has truly been a blessing!”

Yet so ironically the city was plunged into the disaster of curses.

“Do so, Saber. I’ll trust you. I will go to Hideyoshi. He is the second owner after all, and rather than acting on my own it would be better if I were to support him.”

Without hesitation he darted out the door, calling out to the inhabitants of the pub that he will return. Even without knowing all that well of the nature of the pub, there was a confidence to his words that implied his belief that the pub would survive the fire so that he could return.

He ran through Shinto. Through their connection he saw the horrors and terrors of the fires. He could not give Saber advice on the nature of the flames, nor did he find that he could find advice on how to conquer the foes that were lined up against him. Tlilpojuan  looked upon the three servants with the master’s clairvoyance, and at the least he gained information on them. 

The severing of Roland’s arm came with the interference of their link, a jarring sudden experience. Yet with the control over himself that came from his devotion to martial arts Tlilpojuan  kept on running without pause. Even before the blow had struck he began incanting a command, crying out to the streets, his words spreading through the city, in a faint echo as though he were a ghost.

“Return to me, Saber!”

He was already in Miyama at this time. A box in his arms. His speed was greater than most normal humans by far, and even a magus who was augmenting themselves with reinforcement magic to speed them up would likely lose to his stride.

Despite the danger of the enroaching flames he ventured into the Tohsaka Manor. Finding it empty of his pupil, Tlilpojuan  instead took the action of procuring the heirloom that had he had been told of by Nagato.

In a sense the greatest treasures of the Tohsakas, yet something that had no use to Hideyoshi at the time. Not that he seemed to know that much of it.

Despite knowing little of magecraft beyond what he had inherited from his family, and what Nagato had taught him, he knew enough to do the most basic of things. Picking up a  hair that belonged to his pupil he utilized a ritual of a very basic magecraft, Sympathetic Magic, so as to track him down.

“They went to the forest. Let’s go, Saber.” There was no time to lecture Saber, nor any real need. When the man appeared, armless and wounded Tlilpojuan  simply offered his back and arm to carry his servant and give him a moment to rest, not just physically but mentally. 

All that needed to be said was that, for it held the meaning of “Let us go to your beloved friend.