You are right, they are not. When my spirit has no physical form, it resides within the Throne of Heroes, amidst plentiful of Heroic Spirits. Some of us can count the amount of Masters we have had in a single hand, while others have been luckier to be summoned more times. [ The Holy Grail War, itself, is not something that happens as often. It's a true blood-bath, at times. But not something he wishes to tell Mikazuki. ]
And yes, you are correct once more. Under normal occasions, we are to fight other Masters and Servants. Each death of a Servant fuels the Holy Grail, and when the last standing among seven participants reaches it, it can be used at last. [ A pause, and then, ] However, I haven't participated in this War in a long time. The organization I have told you about fights more outstanding enemies.
[ Goetia and its seventy-two demon pillars, at first. Then, the remnants of it. And now... other Masters and Servants, yes, but something they believe to be above that as well. ] It has been a long fight. We're cornering our third year. I don't know how much longer our Master is meant to keep fighting, but for as long as she does, we will support her.
[ Except here, in this place, their connection has been broken. What a shame. ]
[There’s so much to process in all that, that Mikazuki falls silent for a time, a trait that is far from uncommon to him. In spite of his spiritual existence, the thought of existing without form unlocks something deep within him, something he once said had been dealt with. He had told the others. He had wanted to believe the very same. But in the end his solitary existence couldn't be changed, any more than the fate of those who couldn't endure or never were to begin with. Arjuna seems to offer a new perspective though no matter how much he would like to learn more, this is one inquiry he’ll keep to himself.
Turning instead to thoughts of war brings him back to familiar territory, really the only one he’s known all his life. It’s no surprise to find that no matter how humans choose to wage their battles against one another, they always play out in the same ways. This doesn't bother him so much but if Arjuna was summoned for a different purpose it does raise the question of what he stands to gain in this role instead. Then again, the swords of each citadel gain little more than human form with all its frailties and the chance to renew their life of service once believed to be lost forever but they also lacked human ambition and drive and independence until so very recently.
He thinks on it for a time, precisely no more than would appear impolite and then he sighs and folds his hands together.] I think I could fill the whole night discussing this with you, but it seems rude to press into such personal matters when we have yet to introduce ourselves.
[Since he said it, he might as well go first.] Mikazuki Munechika. Named for my creator an the crescent pattern on my blade. There was a time when I was said to be the most beautiful sword in all Japan but, as I'm sure you know, such things are subjective to time and taste.
[ In part, it makes sense - that telling. It's something Arjuna believes so himself, from the very moment they have come across. He is no Shuten-Douji or Katsushika Hokusai, both who seem to be so very fond of the beauty in things, but he is a man fond of the arts, who knows when and how to appreciate them. Mikazuki had been no exception. ]
I suppose so, but I am sure that regardless whether one has an eye for art, beauty or craft, they'd be able to reach the same conclusion. [ It's hard to imagine there's someone out there who wouldn't think so, is all.
Despite being seated, Arjuna bows with a hand on his chest. His posture is straight enough for such a thing to come naturally and almost too perfectly. ] I am Arjuna, one of India's greatest archers, son of the God of Thunder Indra. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.
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You are right, they are not. When my spirit has no physical form, it resides within the Throne of Heroes, amidst plentiful of Heroic Spirits. Some of us can count the amount of Masters we have had in a single hand, while others have been luckier to be summoned more times. [ The Holy Grail War, itself, is not something that happens as often. It's a true blood-bath, at times. But not something he wishes to tell Mikazuki. ]
And yes, you are correct once more. Under normal occasions, we are to fight other Masters and Servants. Each death of a Servant fuels the Holy Grail, and when the last standing among seven participants reaches it, it can be used at last. [ A pause, and then, ] However, I haven't participated in this War in a long time. The organization I have told you about fights more outstanding enemies.
[ Goetia and its seventy-two demon pillars, at first. Then, the remnants of it. And now... other Masters and Servants, yes, but something they believe to be above that as well. ] It has been a long fight. We're cornering our third year. I don't know how much longer our Master is meant to keep fighting, but for as long as she does, we will support her.
[ Except here, in this place, their connection has been broken. What a shame. ]
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Turning instead to thoughts of war brings him back to familiar territory, really the only one he’s known all his life. It’s no surprise to find that no matter how humans choose to wage their battles against one another, they always play out in the same ways. This doesn't bother him so much but if Arjuna was summoned for a different purpose it does raise the question of what he stands to gain in this role instead. Then again, the swords of each citadel gain little more than human form with all its frailties and the chance to renew their life of service once believed to be lost forever but they also lacked human ambition and drive and independence until so very recently.
He thinks on it for a time, precisely no more than would appear impolite and then he sighs and folds his hands together.] I think I could fill the whole night discussing this with you, but it seems rude to press into such personal matters when we have yet to introduce ourselves.
[Since he said it, he might as well go first.] Mikazuki Munechika. Named for my creator an the crescent pattern on my blade. There was a time when I was said to be the most beautiful sword in all Japan but, as I'm sure you know, such things are subjective to time and taste.
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I suppose so, but I am sure that regardless whether one has an eye for art, beauty or craft, they'd be able to reach the same conclusion. [ It's hard to imagine there's someone out there who wouldn't think so, is all.
Despite being seated, Arjuna bows with a hand on his chest. His posture is straight enough for such a thing to come naturally and almost too perfectly. ] I am Arjuna, one of India's greatest archers, son of the God of Thunder Indra. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.