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[Chat]: [ShipMaster]: LMAO look at these two. [Chat]: [Logic]: Just kiss already. The tension is real.
[DownBad]: Cursed couple. Can they please wear pants? Just one pair?
[NoHope]: Don't ask for the impossible. They're gonna fight the whole war bare-assed.
[MusicFan]: WAIT. Are they about to sing?!
[Eardrums]: NO! GOD NO!
[PSA]: HEADPHONE WARNING! RIIIIIP!
[Runner]: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
Since both Maverick and Daisy had been scavenging for food in the same general area, running into each other was inevitable. It was destiny, or perhaps just bad luck.
As for their attire—or lack thereof—well, human adaptability is a terrifying thing.
Without realizing it, both of them had become completely desensitized to their primitive state. The shame had evaporated somewhere around day two. Even when they had passed abandoned stores with clothes, their brains had just filtered it out. Food first. Dignity later.
But right now, they were facing a threat far greater than public indecency.
Despite being battered, bruised, and covered in dirt, the two Servants clinging to them—Nero in a princess carry and Elizabeth piggybacking—were struck by sudden inspiration. They wanted to celebrate this touching reunion in the only way they knew how.
With a song.
The sheer terror of this development didn't just cause a wall of panic in the chat; it terrified Maverick and Daisy on a visceral level. They knew exactly what a duet between the Idol and the Emperor sounded like. It sounded like tectonic plates grinding together inside a blender.
Fortunately, Maverick's survival instincts were sharper. Before Elizabeth could even inhale to belt out her opening note, he abruptly set her down on the pavement.
"Okay! Break time!" Maverick shouted, panting.
For once, Daisy actually had a spark of intelligence. Seeing Maverick's defensive maneuver, she immediately dumped Nero off her back.
"Yeah! Heavy! So heavy!" Daisy gasped, doubling over.
The impromptu concert was canceled due to "technical difficulties." The crisis was averted.
After an awkward exchange of hostages—or rather, checking on each other's Servants—they regrouped. With Elizabeth and Nero now walking (or at least standing) on their own for a moment, the two players started trudging toward the city ruins.
"We have to be quiet," Maverick whispered loudly, tapping his temple. "If those two start singing, every enemy within ten miles will know exactly where we are."
Daisy nodded vigorously. "Smart. You're actually pretty smart about this stuff."
"I know, right?" Maverick preened, feeling like a tactical genius. "It's all about stealth."
"You guys always call me the dumb one in the group," Daisy muttered to the camera, looking smug. "But look at me now. Pure intellect."
They looked like two peas in a very strange, naked pod.
However, their self-congratulatory walk didn't last long. As they approached a massive, rusted billboard near the city entrance, a towering shadow loomed over them, freezing them in their tracks.
A wall of muscle and dark skin sat slumped against the metal support beams.
"Umu! It's you, Berserker!" Nero exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "I didn't expect you to still be among the living!"
The giant shifted. ROAR!
The sound wasn't a word; it was a guttural explosion of noise that vibrated in Maverick's chest.
"Don't underestimate me!" Nero laughed, hands on her hips, seemingly having a completely normal conversation. "I am the immortal Phoenix of Rome! Though I must say, it is impressive you survived. Your wounds... they are already closing."
ROAR, ROAR, ROAR!
"I see, I see," Nero nodded sagely. "So those are your skills? One for Battle Continuation to ignore death, and the other allows you to reshape your physical form to heal? Excellent! Truly excellent!" She turned to Maverick, beaming. "Praetor! Since we have found him, we simply must bring him along. He belongs to your friend, does he not?"
Maverick stared at her, then at the roaring monster. "Wait... how are you guys actually communicating? You speak 'Roar'?"
To be honest, the sight of Darius III right now was pure nightmare fuel.
Back when the Death War Elephant had attacked, Darius had tanked the entire blast to protect The Professor. The damage was catastrophic. His skin was flayed open in places, revealing raw muscle that churned and knit itself back together in real-time. He looked less like a Heroic Spirit and more like a high-budget horror movie prop.
Between the fierce, glowing eyes and the zombie-like regeneration, Maverick and Daisy were instinctively edging backward.
"He looks... unstable," Daisy whispered.
However, Nero's familiarity with the giant seemed to calm the situation down. The problem wasn't the danger anymore. The problem was what came next.
Nero, having rested her legs for a bit, was full of energy. She looked at the giant, then at the billboard, then at the two humans. A lightbulb went off above her head.
Slice!
With a casual flick of her crimson blade, she sheared the massive metal billboard off its supports. It crashed to the ground with a deafening clang.
"Put him on here!" Nero commanded.
Before Maverick could protest, she had somehow wrestled the massive Darius III onto the flat metal sheet. Then, rummaging through the debris, she produced two thick, heavy-duty hemp ropes. She punched holes in the billboard, threaded the ropes through, and turned to her "volunteers."
With a bright smile, she tied one rope around Maverick's waist and the other around Daisy's.
"Uh, Your Highness?" Maverick asked, tugging at the coarse rope. "What exactly are we doing here?"
"It is time for you to display your masculine charm, Praetor!" Nero cheered, hopping onto the billboard and sitting next to the giant Darius. "You wouldn't want to disappoint your Emperor, would you? Mush!"
"Wait, why do I have a part in this?" Daisy shrieked, looking at the rope digging into her waist.
"What nonsense are you spouting, little piglet?" Nero scolded gently. "Since Berserker is the Servant of my dear friend's friend, he is naturally my friend too. And since you are here, isn't it only right for you to lend a hand? Or a back?"
Elizabeth, seeing the fun, hopped onto the billboard as well, striking a pose. "Go, Master! Go! You can do it! Brave Mother~ Brave Mother~!"
"That's not even the right cheer!" Maverick groaned, straining against the rope. "And I'm not a mother!"
[Chat]:
[Scent]: I can smell the sweat through the screen.
[Gamer]: The Professor's Berserker found! ...Being towed by idiots.
[Clickbait]: "Picked up a dark-skinned beauty!"
[Thirst]: Redefine "beauty." That is a zombie tank.
[Weeb]: Hey, don't judge. Muscular men need love too.
[CarGuy]: When did this become a towing simulator?
[Drama]: Imagine this is a romance anime. The Professor is the male lead, Darius is the amnesiac heroine...
[Bleach]: SHUT UP. MY BRAIN.
[FarmingSim]: Look at the farm tools pulling the farmer.
[Facts]: He's a Persian King, not African. Stop the geography fail.
[Realist]: All I see is two farmers pulling a plow with two anime girls playing horsey. Peak content.
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