"Brutus..."
A betrayer of the lowest form is our enemy then.
While Dirk had researched their enemy, the knight had stood behind him, reading over his shoulder. Saber had continued to stay by Dirk's side throughout the lunch, just waiting for the Assassin or Caster to create some sort of mischief, though he was thankful they had not, but at the same time, slightly disappointed, he was unsure of why exactly and that bothered him. To pass the time, he walked around the establishment.
A waiter brought drinks and food to customers, a man - little more than a boy really - in the back stood cleaning a stack of dirty cups, eyes distant, his movements lethargic and seeming to convey a feeling of despair. Under his breath, just out of reach of hearing for a human's ear, but well within the range of a servant, he spoke to himself of places far away, places Saber had never even heard of in his lifetime, of lands across the great ocean in the west, and all seemed to have something to do with travel. Angel Falls, Easter Islands(A holy site of great importance Saber assumed), and others he had not the time to fully comprehend. The boy was shocked out of his trance by the manager walking by and slapping him on the back, a new tray of dirtied dishes set down and a reprimand that "Kenchi" get back to work and to stop daydreaming.
A frantic pace of washing the plates, cups, and bowls ensued. Kenchi quickly finished the stack he had been working so slowly on before resuming the slow cleaning and vacant stare, though this time instead of talking about far-off places, he instead grumbled.
"Old man thinks I can't make it out there, I'll show him, I've only got three years until I'm out of here, and I'm not coming back. I don't want this place, let Yono inherit this place, I don't want it. This place stinks, this town stinks, this whole country, stinks!" The sound of ceramic breaking in his hands made him look down to where he had smashed the soup cup he'd been washing against the counter. A deep depression set in almost immediately and the frenzy he'd been in earlier came back full, as he scrambled to find the pieces before his father appeared again.
"What am I kidding...I can't even go a day without breaking something, what am I gonna do out in the real world?"
"What you are going to do is pick yourself up again and keep walking Kenchi."
The boy almost jumped out of his own skin at hearing Saber, who had materialized in his suit and gloves again while the dish washing boy had been on the ground. Though he had covered most of his face by crossing his arms and holding it with his hands.
"W-w-w-w-who are you?,"He asked in a voice little more than a whisper.
"Simply an old friend of people much like yourself,"He walked around the counter, his shoes making so little noise the boy believed himself to be going deaf a moment before realizing that it was simply the way the man walked, Saber picked him up and continued on with his little speech to the dish washer, "Being unsure of your abilities is a common problem among those your age. The only thing you can do here is to keep getting yourself back up and doing everything you can to avoid the mistake you made the last time you fell. I believe your father is simply hoping you stop dreaming about doing something and actually do it,"He dusted the apron off as Kenchi stood stunned, his heart in his throat, what was this strange man doing here?
"Now, try not breaking any more dishes, I believe I hear your father coming."
Kenchi nodded before the words hit him, and spun around to see his father backing into the room, a new tray, this one much lighter than the previous loads, only to turn around and seeing Saber nowhere in sight. Although his father asked him what was wrong, all he did was smile and answer "Nothing Da, I'll get these done right quick. Sorry for not being here earlier, guess I was just tired."
The knight watched a few moments more before returning to Dirk's side, where two women sat across from him. And judging from Dirk's flickering of the eyes and his own slight pull nearby them, these were Masters. And as one appeared completely soaked in mana,at least to his spirit body eyes, she was either very cautious, arrogant, or had something to keep behind that curtain. To add onto to it, they both were very near to his home, in terms of their overall appearance. An almost welcome sight actually.
"What brings you both to Fuyuki? There's not much around here that would interest tourists."
That is good, feign ignorance, even if they know you know, a valuable skill when dealing with others, especially powerful individuals such as these two. Little can be known for sure, always keeping them guessing, even if it is at the back of their minds.
