Oni Musashi

It’s Sunday, so have some Nagayoshi abs.

“Now just because I’m short doesn’t mean I don’t pack a punch or can be hit!” She exclaimed, flailing her arms a bit to prove her point. “I appreciate you protecting me, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to voice that appreciation often! You did a lot back there, and I’m really glad you’re my servant now. It’s great to know you’ll help me take down my enemies as well! If I ever really have any..” She said, shaking her head a few times before continuing to attempt to admonish the berserker. “I hope you at least wait for me to tell you it’s okay to cut them down before doing it! That way, you’re not accidentally cutting down friends!” Yes, she completely focused on that part, just to make sure Mori was cutting down the right enemies. 

Tfw Baiken’s theme fits his vibes perfectly. 

Did he just really not see me because I’m so short..? “Oh! Not at all, I mainly wanted to thank you once again for all the assistance during the Guda Guda Singularity! I was very thankful you made a contract with me so we could put an end to all that shenanigans. So, thanks again, Nagayoshi-san! It really means a lot to me that you were able to trust me so willingly.” She then gave her ususal megawatt smile full of genuine admiration for the Servant. “You really saved my skin a few times.”

“Bahahaha! Come on, Boss. As if the enemy could hit a Shrimp like you!” Yuuki’d get her hair aggressively ruffled for her troubles. Likely more roughly than she’d have liked, but hair can always be fixed!

“What, you think THIS is bad? You should see the other guys! Don’t go sayin’ I can’t give as much as I get!” Laughing while you’ve got holes in your chest wide enough to see through probably isn’t particularly healthy or rational, but it was sort of his thing. Just one of many silly little quirks that comes with the Berserker class, though as a Lancer or Rider he was surely not likely to be much better. Violence was as much a part of Mori Nagayoshi as his flesh and bones. It was his legacy, kneaded into the very fabric of his spirit origin!

Still, as loathe as he was to take orders from an envoy of sorts, Master wouldn’t take too kindly to the thought of picking a fight with his messenger. Not to mention that nasty looking rifle of hers. That sort of firepower was all she’d need to take down a man, twelve men, or a bull elephant. Still, an intense healing factor does the body good. “Bah. I’d throw you out on your ass if you weren’t here on the Boss’ behalf. ‘Sides, you’re not the most annoying person he’s dragged along. They shouldn’t worry too much, though. I can walk this off no problem.” 

she was blinking a bit, looking at the other with a frown

Pat pat pat... An odd sensation, as if a fly had been ramming itself into his back again and again... Odd. Nagayoshi spun to face his assailant... Only to be met with nothing. It took a few moments for him to notice the rather shrimpy Master. Congratulations! His attention has been caught! 

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