// You know this is kind of shameful to admit but the reason I have not returned to this account is because I was really ashamed about responding to the tons of interactions I had after almost a month of neglecting them during vacations
Geez old man, you're acting like I'm going to die soon or something.
It's not like I don't talk to anyone, I just choose to talk to those I'm familiar with already, Fujimaru, Mash, Caster and the others higher up there in the chain of command.
I see. That makes sense, most other Pseudo-Servants simply inherit some of their vessel's traits and personality, not their memories.
I'm an exception, Simply due to how closely related to the God Mannanán I was during my life.
We even retain distinct personalities.
You're well renowned for your ability to create Katanas correct?
Hm. well, I've always wondered how it would feel to wield one.
I've never had the chance to try one for myself.
So you see, I'd like you to make me one that can compare to my former sword Secace.
"That's the basics, think of somethin' grand, will ya? If so, I'll sit down and show the whole process to you. Why am I so whimsical all of a sudden? Fret not, it is my celebratory gift, think of it as my way to approach ya."
"Hmm... That's a good question..."
"I suppose it must be a leaf that shines with elegance... but is also strong and deadly... worthy of being named in a legend.". Iori was thinking more about the titles than about what a normal katana would look like.
Do not... engage in one-sided conflict with the Berserker, Soujuurou Shizuki, nor physically abuse him.
Ya sure'cha don't... wanna talk 'bout the last one?"
"It'd be hell of a lot easier if it was about some Mystic Code, young lady.
I was brought here to be... how to put it... your guide? Master wants'cha to learn work ethics before you cause more trouble."
"Of course I can spoil a kid a lil' and pretend I did it, but ya--
Ahahah, i've always wanted to say something like that–
Oh, old man Muramasa.
Is this about that mystic code i destroyed? I already apologized, it was an accident, i promise.
gotta promise you won't do any of the following:"
I unwrapped a paper held between my belt and my waist, and I began to speak the contents out loud.
"Do not cut in line at the cafeteria.
Do not steal the food from other Servants...
My mass let itself collide against that of equal weight-- no, my observation was flawed, whatever I had encountered was a lot scrawnier than myself. At first I thought I had caught a wild animal, but eventually faced myself almost crushing the boys of what appears to be... a kid.
I jerked my heel in the opposite direction, sprinting off to where I had just left.
Being the hunted, it almost felt too familiar.
But what could I have possibly done to have this happen to me?!
"Ah! You gave me one hell of a scare, kid! Easy, easy!"
Removing myself from on top of him, I expect him to still show vital signs--- not only because otherwise would be unideal for my conscience, but because I also need to get some questions outta him.