[i]He laughed at the strong and protected the weak. He defeated many evils and had many adventures.

Yes, that man had surely left behind a great legend.

He lost all that mattered in the end. He could not protect a single thing close to him in the end.

Yes, that man had surely left behind a tragic legend.

So then, why bother? What is the point now? That legacy has already been carved into your legend. The definition has already been thrust upon your existence as one of the stars of man.

...But even so, it was still something worthwhile. Still something beautiful.

For that alone, it did not matter what history branded him as. It did not matter what humanity defined him as. It did not matter what he thought of himself as. 

[b]The legend is wrong.[/b]

“I won’t let anything slip away anymore.”

[b]Surpass it.[/b]

—The promise was selfish. It was thoughtless. It was arrogant. It was defiant.

[center]And beyond anything else, it was the promise of a hero.[/center][/i]

[center][h2]Theseus[/h2]
[h3]Shinto Town, Canals[/h3][/center]

A rolling swirl of ether. A bright, impossible light. And, where there had only been one figure, now there were two.

The man standing at the center of the circle frankly looked like a classical statue come to life. The exposed half of his chest and arms surged with great, powerful muscles that looked like they could easily snap a tree in half.

Perhaps, however, if one were to grade the oddities about the situation and got past the entire premise, the one that would rank the “highest” would be the odd, large belt he was holding over his left shoulder.

For the first few moments, the man made of ether simply smiled at the boy in front of him and held up a hand in the universal ‘a second, please’ gesture. Turning to the side and bouncing on the balls of his sandaled feet, he gave a few light jabs with his free hand.

(Well, the magus would probably recognize said “light” jabs as more likely to literally punch someone’s head off than stun them, but semantics)

Well, he was still working at satisfactory levels, so that was nice. Now, what else…

Ah. Of course.

[color=00aeef][b][i]“Hey, hey, hey, T, my man, my boy, how’s it hangin’!”[/i][/b][/color]

About as well as it could, he supposed. It seemed like he would be relying on his Father in the coming tasks, as well.

[color=00aeef][b][i]“Don’t worry my dude, ‘s all-right, 's all good, just you wait t’see how many favors I can get from the fam, they’re already going craaaaazy requesting viewing permission!”[/i][/b][/color]

…Ah, in that case, please ban—

[color=00aeef][b][i]“And nope, nu-uh, no can do…I mean I would if you asked, so please don’t ask, you know how Donnie gets when he gets mad yo! Throw me a bone here, T.”[/i][/b]  [/color]

…Damnit. Fine.

[color=00aeef][b][i]“That’s what I’m talking about! Come on T, show the camera those pearly whites and let’s see where this goes! Talk to ya later!”[/i][/b]  
[/color]

He felt the presence retreat just a bit, turning around to face the young man that stood in front of him.

Well. Dad did ask.

So, putting on a smile full of confidence and flexing his free arm, he laughed before taking the large belt with both hands and lifting it upward, letting the sun shine off the gold.

“Here and now, I answer your summons!” He hollered, voice deep and powerful. “Congrats on winning the War by drawing me, Master! You got nothin’ to fear, your Servant, Saber, is ready to rumble!”

Ah, yeah, truly an introduction worthy of a hero such as himself, was it not?

[@Yankee]

[hr]

[center][h2]Rahma Alinejad[/h2]
[h3]Shinto Town, Café Oasis[/h3][/center]

“Well, if you are going to stay around here, might as well do things the way they go in the modern era, no?” The man spoke plainly, rummaging through the cabinets of another employee area he had guided the Servant to. “We aren’t in my home, Archer, but we [i]are[/i] in the place I earn my livelihood...or one of them, at any rate. I sent my employees away because the city was bound to get rowdy, but I don’t intend on closing up, and in case any other Master tries to do anything untoward, having you close at hand would also be helpful.”

There was a pause, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, the other coming up with some appropriate articles of clothing, as well as a similar apron to the one he was wearing. He turned to look at Archer again, then cocked an eyebrow.

“I thought the Grail updated your knowledge? At any rate, pretty women and handsome men on staff usually attract customers, Archer, for what I hope should be obvious reasons even without that. Now throw these on and—”

There was a knocking at the door. At the same time, the Command Mantra on the back of his had were burning up.

…Well. Look at that.

An attack? No, nobody would be that brazen, not on the first day and not in the morning, and they had at least bothered to knock. Even so, there was still a potential “enemy” behind their door.

Then, the words reached him, and he looked at the clock.

Ah, they were indeed a bit behind schedule.

And then, the “face” Archer had been witness to up until this point — shifted away completely.

Coarse expression melted into a far softer one, the smirk playing across his lips turned into a smile full of kindness, and his eyes assumed the light of infinite patience. His slouched posture straightened, and a feeling of calm emanated from him.

Was this the work of magecraft? No, to begin with, it was clear that he had not used his Circuits, and the change had just occurred in a single moment. A different personality that inhabited the same body, perhaps?

In truth, it was much simpler. It something he had gained over years of grueling challenges in the war he had been fighting since before he had left his father’s shadow, something he had perfected to the point of absurdity, no doubt.

But it was still a mundane power that “anyone could attain”.

[Business Mode: Engaged]

“—As I was saying, get dressed properly, Archer. We must move to a new kind of battlefield.”

And then, he marched down toward the door, checked behind him once again to see that the main area was in order, and opened the door to the street, flipping the sing to “Open.”

“Welcome to Oasis. What kind of succor may we offer?”

He even repeated the stupid promotional line without stopping a single time or vomiting blood mid-sentence. As expected of the head of Alinejad—! 

[@Senseless] [@Reflection]