[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/gR6oFps.png[/img] [h2][b]"Hercules"[/b][/h2] [i]Yo-Yo Party, Commerce District[/i] 
[@ReallyDumb][@Crusader Lord][@SSW][@Reflection][/center]
Oh? The Master had accepted in the interests of the Servant. With new eyes, Commodus evaluated that human, evaluated those eyes. Were they the eyes of one who sought his own gain, or the eyes of one who sincerely desired the betterment of another? He could not tell. He could not know. If he tapped into the power of '[b]him[/b]', then perhaps- [b]his[/b] guile, [b]his[/b] brilliance, they could no doubt see through all manner of deception. And yet, he didn't.

Perhaps it was simple sentimentality, but for this moment, it felt wrong. It felt wrong to use those gifts in this moment, a moment when he spoke not as [b]him[/b], but as Commodus. But, if that were the case...

"I did hear your Master, and yet I received no response from you. We are all born with fate, but it is our choice to accept or deny it. Forcing you to break your fate is every bit as cruel as shackling you to it. Remember, this path we walk, a path of breaking, is an arduous one. If you reach the end, if you escape in full, you may find that your own name has become that of a stranger."

The Faker straightened himself up, towering over the boy king, but there was no sneer or weight that implied superiority. Rather-

"I will take your answer as acceptance in the meantime, however. Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Hercules. Do not feel the need to provide your true name, least of all here, where prying eyes and ears lie in wait. If you have prepared a workshop, we may depart for there- elsewise, we may use the residence my Master has prepared."

Stepping at his own Master's side, a single nod was delivered to those he had allied with. In the first place, this could be considered a foolish move, to make an alliance so brazenly, especially when those of the war knew his name. And yet, he did not regret it in the slightest. The people who had seen him today had cheered, and felt joy. The boy he allied with would not have met him had he not done this. All of these acts had led to 'good'.

"The final Servant present here, and those familiars of magi which are watching, an attempt to follow us without revealing yourself and requesting such will be treated as a declaration of war. An attempt to assault us, or to attack the populace here, will similarly be treated as a declaration of war. I trust that you understand the weight this carries. Do not force my hand on this first day- enjoy this world we have been brought into, rejoice in its strange beauty. And when the time comes where we must trade blows, let it be a glorious duel."

Uttering those words, the idol of a fool said his farewell. 

The grand yo-yo duel had ended. 

For now.