“Oh, Master! I knew you would show up eventually! Have you seen Mashu yet? She must be ecstatic.”

In truth, Nobunaga was pleased to see her Master as well. It had been quite some time since they’d met and she had begun to worry about the other. The last thing she recalled, of course, was that bemusing ‘Demon God’ fiasco, after all. For all Nobu knew, her Master had died. Which would have made her continued existence difficult to comprehend. Not that this city made sense to her anyways.

“So what brings you here today, Master? Have you come seeking the great Oda Nobunaga’s guidance in this troubling time?”

Medb noticeably grimaced. It was a painfully obvious expression, one that all too well revealed how she felt about what the other Servant said to her. She was clearly agitated, but Nobunaga’s calm response made Medb grow silent for a moment. Even she knew it would be foolish to escalate the conversation… at least, it would be to do so this quickly.

So, after a sharp inhale, Medb begins her retort.

“He had mentioned something about gaining another associate… but it seems your name was unimportant enough for him to fail to mention it.”

“As for this thing…” Medb trailed off, squeezing the figurine with her face until it broke. “You might have gotten away with a defense like that in Chaldea, maybe with another Servant, but not me.”

Medb dropped the remains of the figure, letting them scatter on the ground at their feet.

“If you’re going to use my likeness, you need permission. If you receive it, you’ve got to pay for the royalties, too.”

A brow quirked upwards at the initial statement, weight shifting onto one side as she crossed her arms. My, she was really good at pushing buttons, wasn’t she? It’s no wonder she could get so many wrapped around her finger. Still, Nobunaga didn’t become a feudal lord by falling to anyone’s taunts. 

That didn’t mean, however, that seeing the other break the plastic in her hand didn’t strike a nerve. That was some money wasted that she’d have to earn back. Getting cash here was so much harder than back at Chaldea. A shame. 

If she wanted to play ball, she’d play. 

“Of course, of course. It wouldn’t be right of me to not seek your permission. I apologize for assuming I could. I hadn’t even known you were here to ask!” 

A smile stretched her lips as she said the next words with a good dash of venom to boot.

“Eh, what are you giving me that look for? You look like your puppy died or somethin’.”

She had some suspicions as to what may be the issue, though Nobunaga wasn’t going to say anything yet. Sometimes people became excited hearing the name ‘Nobunaga’ and came to find her, only to be disappointed at the mere sight. 

Nobu, unable to use her muskets yet:

‘ Student? ’ he thinks to himself. She couldn’t be implying that— no, absolutely not. But if she was then why? Out of everyone here, out of all the people she could choose, why him?

“ Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone there. At what point did I ever say I needed a teacher? I mean don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the thought and all, but why me specifically? And don’t give me an answer that involves the fight you saw. Why do YOU personally want to start teaching me a single damn thing. ”

“ Besides, figured Ragna would be enough. The hell am I supposed t’ learn from you anyway? ”

“Oho, that talk right there is part of it. You speak to a feudal lord, someone that’s fought countless battles and never suffered a loss without being snuck up on; Yet have the gall to ask what you can even learn from them. If you were anyone else, I might’ve shot out your kneecaps and made you crawl around the block a few times as payback.” She said, head canted to one side as she considered. In truth, not having Master around was a little freeing. So goody-goody.. she liked it now and again but the hero act didn’t suit her. 

“I want to train you solely because of... hm, I suppose one would call it a ‘kinship’. I saw in you, in that moment, the Great Fool of Owari. I saw myself. I still do. Leaping long before you look.”

Still, she leaned in despite their stature and let the veil drop just a bit. Just enough so the other could see the coldness of eyes that have trekked through endless burning piles of corpses with a broad smile and a laugh.

“Hmm, you know, you remind me of my great niece. Have that same look in your eye...” Nobu said, gaze flicking down for a moment as she considered things. Certainly a colorful outfit, too. Chacha would absolutely adore it. Still, mayhaps that type of talk as an introduction alone was rude. No, it certainly was. She may as well introduce herself proper, too.

“...Is that a birthmark or a stylistic choice?” She asked, eyeing the giant ‘N’ emblazoned on his forehead. It was definitely an interesting thing either way. Nevertheless, she was more impressed by the other’s bold look than amused by it. Who was she to talk when she was decked out in her uniform still despite the many days she’s lived in this city? 

That hair.. that kimono.. that look... It couldn’t be! She thought Master was being a maniac about this, though they turned out to be real this whole time?! Curses, she owed Okita all the pocky she could carry if she ever got back. Still, it was rude to be staring. Apparently this person was rather quick to spot people watching her, after all.