[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/VuJRTXX.png[/img] [i][sub]Early Morning[/sub] Shinto Town, Canals[/i] [sup]_________________________________[/sup][/center]As mana collected around the circle and spawned a brilliant, dazzling light, Jigen stumbled backward in surprise. He landed with a thud on the ground behind him and stared up at the bright glow until it took the form of a man. Really, more than a man the guy in front of him was like some kind of Western painting or... wrestling advertisement. Still, he was cool as hell! Before Jigen could greet him properly, the spirit - [i]was he a spirit?[/i] - motioned for a moment of silence and went about trying out his new body. At least, that's what it seemed like to the school boy. He watched the man throw strikes that split the air and couldn't believe that the ritual had actually worked. No, really... [i]It worked?! I - I did it! Good job, me!! I summoned a... a super hero! Or something![/i] The hero in question lifted his belt high over his head and called out an impressive introduction, and Jigen jumped back onto his feet with sparkles in his eyes and a big grin on his face. The student threw his arms up in celebration of whatever victory he'd apparently had. That suspicious old book had been real all along (narrator: it wasn't) and now he had this giant Westerner to... do something with! Jigen had originally done the ritual with the intent to get some life advice, maybe he'd get some kind of diet and training regime from this guy? [b][i]"Amazing!"[/i][/b] Jigen cheered, running a quick circle around the muscled man, [b]"Really, you're amazing! [i]Sei-ba?[/i] That's your name? Nice to meet you Saber! I'm Saito! Saito Jigen! I - "[/b] The boy slowed his enthusiasm after trying the foreign word on his tongue, as he thought about what the man - Saber - had actually said. [b]"Wait, what war?"[/b] [right][sub][@Breo][/sub][/right][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/y33CMFH.png[/img] [i][sub][/sub] Shinto Town -> Commerce District[/i] [sup]_________________________________[/sup][/center]Berserker listened to his master prattle about his supposed [i]illusion[/i] and quickly wrote it off as a lie. So a normal hotel, then, if fortified. Perhaps [i]lie[/i] was a little strong of a word, he'd have to stick with delusion. Then as Markansas continued after the explanation about his Noble Phantasm, Berserker was very nearly about to just turn his brain off until he was actually needed, but the genuine tone of his master's voice stopped him. He didn't say anything beyond a mere [color=mediumslateblue]"Hm,"[/color] to show he'd heard the magus, but Berserker quietly contemplated his master's words. So, the fool could be insightful when he wanted to. That was... reassuring, somehow. He was an enigma, but for now, Berserker couldn't say he hated the man. Besides, he was right. As terrible as it was, as unsightly as it was, as awesome and fearsome as it was, they wielded that power for their own sake. [i]...Well said, Master.[/i] Before too long the rumor of a modern day "Hercules" seemed to reach their ears. A little suspicious given the circumstances. It came as no shock to Berserker that Markansas intended to find and confront the man. The thought of facing down a hero such as Herakles was stupid at best, suicidal at worst, but the Pharaoh [i]did[/i] just hint that being able to get a lucky hit in on a powerful foe early on might be a good course of action. [color=mediumslateblue]"Fine,"[/color] Berserker said, making his hesitant agreement with his master's plan known with a click of his tongue through their link, [color=mediumslateblue]"Let us evildoers challenge a hero."[/color] [right][sub][@SSW][/sub][/right]