[center][h2]Theseus[/h2]
[h3]Fuyuki Bridge, Moving to Miyama[/h3][/center]

The man laughed boisterously, probably drawing the attention of passers-by as he walked with aplomb alongside his Master, utilizing the excuse of “being a themed wrestler” to the fullest in order to walk alongside the young man, at least until they acquired more proper clothing for the modern era.

“Worry not, kid, you are not as bad as you think,” He smiled. “And even if I were truly diminished, I would still be enough to take an army by myself! That is the kind of story I forged, after all.”

Yes, certainly Saber had been one of the great heroes of an age, so his confidence — while great — was not necessarily misplaced. A lesser one would certainly find him a wall nigh-impossible to overcome, and he was being honest when he said that the “loss” his Master had incurred was minor in the grand scheme of things.

Still, for all the boisterousness, he did keep an eye out — after all, he had already designated the youth as “someone that must be protected”, so it would be terribly remiss of him to simply forget about him moments afterward. 

But at the same time, he was excited. After all, he had just heard something really interesting.

“Heracles, is it…?”

That titan who was worthy of being called the strongest. That invincible force of nature he had once sailed with in his younger years. That kind man that had developed Greece’s martial art alongside him.

...Who was having fun downtown if rumors were to be believed. Bench-pressing cars did not seem like his usual style — he was more the type to strangle a divine lion to death — but he supposed that one must make do with what they have in the modern age. 

Still, he would have expected him to be more concerned about the supposed secrecy of the war, so…

Hm. Maybe the captain had also been summoned and dared him to do it. Those two were always close enough to goof around like that, and wouldn’t that be a sight? Argonauts, sailing together to victory once again.

But the hero simply shook his head and decided he would see it for himself. Nice as it would be to see old friends and even have a match with his cousin for old times’ sake, taking care of the kid took priority — which he would be unable to do if he got caught up in his memories of that voyage. So instead, turning toward the Master, he continued to smile in earnest.

“We will try our best,” He agreed diplomatically. “But, ah, don’t worry too much about my wish — it really is nothing special...rather, I’m interested in what you would ask for, should we win.”

He had not talked with his Master much beyond the basics, and the explanation regarding the Grail and the ritual was rather one-sided, so it was probably time to fix that.

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

Hands flying over ingredients, he still took moments out of preparing his brews in order to take a look at the special guest as well as Archer’s handling of the new clientele.

...Well, thankfully, it appeared that he had not summoned an oaf — and that quiet confidence of his would work well. At least people seemed to appreciate it so far, and anything that would bring more customers was welcome as far as he was concerned.

Judging from the amount of people, it looked like the opening day was shaping up to be satisfactory. Only time would tell if they would be [i]consistent[/i] of course, but he would deliver the best service he could.

If they could not recognize that and still chose other places — well, he could fix many things, but not ‘clients do not have any sense of taste’. Alas. Work hard, Rahma, maybe one day you will achieve a miracle and show all of humanity the wonders of properly made traditional coffee.

Wouldn’t that be a sight.

His hands stilled, turning slightly to regard the other Master in the room, as she made her wishes known.

“...I cannot very well leave the place unattended considering the lack of staff as of the current time,” He replied professionally. “Not to mention, we do not do deliveries. If you place an order, we’ll have it ready on the dot for you, but you’ll have to claim it yourself.”

Yes, a perfect deflection considering current circumstances. It both clearly explained the services the establishment did and did not provide for the customer, and also cleanly deflected the fact that the invitation was the kind of clichéd pickup line people used on the good-looking waiter so many times it had gone out of style — come to think of it, considering Archer’s persona and looks, he would have to ask if he required such tricks of the trade after they closed up for the day.

Oh, right, also the ‘we are in a deathmatch and nominally enemies by nightfall’ thing. But that was honestly less concerning, all things considered.

“Ah, the mocha latte and strawberry shortcake for table five, ready!”

And so, he returned to more important matters.

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