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[i][sub]Shinto -> Miyama[/sub]
Fuyuki Bridge[/i]
[sup]_________________________________[/sup][/center]The new master tilted his head slightly, listening to Saber as the man's whole demeanor seemed to change. 'Bad luck?' Jigen had only known the spirit for barely ten minutes and he didn't think that was true. After all, he'd been summoned in a wreath of light by a magical ritual. What were the chances of that happening? Seemed like good luck to him, but...

[b][i]"The-se-us,"[/i][/b] the student tried this new name on. It was a little familiar sounding, and judging by the rest of the foreign words the man used it wasn't hard to guess that the name belonged to a Greek hero. Once again Jigen was struck by how utterly awesome the being in front of him was, and how amazing the fact he'd appeared at all was too. Still, Theseus claimed they needed to have a talk, so Jigen listened with unwavering attention.

...

Saber's story was unbelievable. A secret mage war that involved summoning the souls of dead heroes for a battle royale, the grand prize being the winner's wish granted. It was the kind of lame plot taken right out of a visual novel. Still, it had to be true - after all, Saber was right there in front of him, and on Jigen's own right hand was a bold red mark signifying that he was a [i]Master[/i] in said war. Whether he liked it or not, he was involved now. Suddenly learning something like that... that was a good enough reason to skip school, right? He'd already missed homeroom. Even if he did feel a little guilty about it. 

That was the reason the duo eventually found themselves on the bridge from Shinto Town to Miyama Town, Jigen having subconsciously led them in that direction as Saber told him everything he needed to know. Honestly, it was scary. As they climbed out of the canal and moved closer to town in order to cross the bridge, the marks on his hand - [i]command spells[/i] - grew hot. They were a reminder that yes, this was really real. He could be attacked at any time. He could die.

...yes, it was scary, he didn't really want to die, but... at the same time, he didn't really feel like backing down. This 'Grail War' was the most exciting thing that ever happened to him. It made Jigen feel like he was part of something big - and he was, sort of. Even if he felt a little afraid, he also felt exhilarated. Plus, he wasn't alone - he had a partner!

Jigen glanced at Theseus - who'd instructed him to call him by [i]Saber[/i] to protect his identity. The student felt he was crazy strong, somehow. Like he could read the man's stats like he was a videogame character. It was an odd sensation but not unpleasant. Still, if Saber had been summoned by someone else, he probably would have been even stronger.

[b]"...sorry you got paired with me, Saber,"[/b] he said, folding his arms behind his head as they walked along the bridge, the sound of water moving beneath them, [b]"but I promise I'll work hard to make your dream come true!"[/b] That was the truth, too. The boy smiled, and a thought came to his head.

[b]"Oh, maybe we should get you a different outfit? If you're supposed to be under cover. You kind of look like a comic book hero! Really cool, but kind of sticks out."[/b]

Jigen stuck out a little himself, being a school-aged boy not currently in class on a school day. Thankfully he didn't have his uniform on so he didn't draw [i]too[/i] many eyes, but Saber would have been the bigger draw anyway. [b]"You're, like... all muscle, though. Might be hard to find something that fits, heh."[/b]

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Commerce District Yo-Yo Show[/i]
[sup]_________________________________[/sup][/center]Of course, Berserker stayed by his master's side as the man rushed towards the center of the rumor. Silent, invisible to the naked eye in his spirit form, he listened as Markansas taunted the hero. Thankfully, he seemed to have the mind not to start a direct fight with "Hercules" at the moment, instead inviting the servant to battle on the city's edge. Very smart, master.

...or very dumb, considering there seemed to be many more servants in the area than just Hercules and himself. By extension he was inviting them all out there - but that was probably something the man would take joy in, heroes banding together to defeat an "evil" such as himself. Then again, the Pharaoh and his Master could simply choose not to show up, pitting those same heroes against each other. Ah, looping back around to smart. Wait... [i]why am I trying so hard to understand him?[/i]

[i][color=mediumslateblue][b]I[/b] had better not be one of these Calamitous Kings you refer to,[/color][/i] Berserker thought to his master, [i][color=mediumslateblue]was I not your [b]right hand[/b], or some such like that?[/color][/i]

Berserker's tone wasn't teasing because he didn't [i]do[/i] teasing, he was a majestic Pharaoh, cursed or not. Still, his voice lacked malice. That slight pitch of Markansas' voice that betrayed his bluff wasn't missed by his servant. Berserker thought perhaps it best to play along just a little, reassure the fool, and escape to fight again later. Well, he [i]had[/i] thought that.

Then, a spell on the breeze seemed to make his master into something resembling a threat. An illusion - that much was obvious to the servant of the enchanted one, but a convincing illusion nonetheless. Funny, Markansas would probably have loved the change. However, it was dangerous. The massive yo-yo master before them might get the wrong idea, let alone the other servants that seemed to be gathering... and Berserker couldn't do anything in his spirit form. 

With a growl of aggravation, Berserker manifested himself in front of the Lord of Infinite Hells for the rest of the world to see: a young tan boy draped in white, blue and gold with the stern gaze of a King. The boy was hunched slightly, and standing close by a servant many times larger than he was made the Pharaoh look a little like a guard dog. Still, Berserker stood firm and cast his eyes around the area, seeking the prankster while bracing himself for any sudden movement. It was broad daylight, there were civilians all around... how troublesome.

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