[h1]Hayashi Mamoru[/h1]

[b]"Ohmygoshyes it was AMAZING! They were all '*shing shing* and *CLANG!* and fighting like crazy!"[/b] The Master Berserker was addressing so happened to be a small boy in a wheelchair, enthusiastically miming the sword-fighting movements from where he was sitting with such energy that a few times it seemed he might topple himself out of his chair and fall onto the ground, though he was so busy discussing the fight that he hardly seemed to notice.

"Do you think you could teach me to fight like that, Jiejie?" The informal mode of address hardly seemed notable to the boy, though it might be to anyone who could tell that his companion was a Servant and certainly not actually his older sister. Mamoru Hayashi, youngest child of the Hayashi Family of Mages, was too busy fighting imaginary enemies with his Blade of Great Justice(!) to care. He had several actual siblings, none of whom thought very highly of him or bothered being associated with him in public, so even though he'd only recently summoned Berserker, he had already been quite insistent on speaking to her this way when they weren't involved in anything serious.

"More importantly, do you wanna fight in the Arena? I mean, you're a Servant right? I'm...not actually sure what we're supposed to do other than keep me from being kidnapped, eheh!~"