"Enough, I say! Show pity on an old monk!"

Despite upgrading himself into a Goliath-class Biped, the self-proclaimed machine monk's powerful attacks weren't enough to stave off an inevitable defeat.

"... Go on." 9S rolled his eyes, knowing the shameless pestering for materials that followed every battle.

"Father Servo requires a gold ore, a piece of filler metal, a pristine cable and a large battery."

"I feel like all this fighting is a big waste of time. Plus, it's starting to get really expensive." The scanner unit turned to glance at his companion. "2B, what do you think?"

"It's not a waste. Our own skills improve each time we spar with this machine." The android turned her gaze upon the cracks and cuts that littered the rooftop; marks of a battle that steadily grew more intensive over time.

"Such wisdom! May the thousand blessings of a random and unspecified god rain down upon you!"

And then they were gone.

Setting his dented frame down on the ground, the machine that called itself Father Servo thought about his battles with the YoRHa units. No matter how much he upgraded his speed and strength, his opponents always defeated him. They evaded his strikes perfectly, while he couldn't dodge one of theirs. While he hits hard, they hit harder. Clearly, he would have to rely on a strategy other than modifying his body in order to defeat them.

"Human beings are strong because we have the ability to change ourselves."

"You won't survive. You just don't get what being a hero is about. There are all kinds of powerful bad guys in the world. Heroes are the ones who oppose them, even if they are alone.

"If you really want to become strong, stop caring about what others think about you. Living your life has nothing to do with what others think."

"100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10km run EVERY SINGLE DAY!"

"How informative..." Father Servo flipped through the laminated pages, witnessing the exploits of a bald human dispatching a multitude of beings in a single punch.

There was no harm in giving these training exercises and 'hero' thing a try, right?

"Say 2B, where do you think that machine went? He's usually back here a few days after a fight."

"Maybe he finally grew tired of getting slashed and pummeled by us?"

The mechanical leviathan rose out of the sea, growing larger and larger until it towered over the harbour.

"FINALLY... SOMETHING THAT MAY BE ABLE TO WITHSTAND SERVO"S STRENGTH!"

His yellow cape billowed dramatically behind him and the metal bristles that had grown from his head flowed in the wind.

He jumped, and the building he was on top of imploded.

...

"2B, this is bad!"

"You don't say."

One of the machine's arms swiped down as they leapt for their flight units. Despite it only grazing them, the attack had enough force to launch them through the air-

"Pascal!"

-only to be caught by the leader of the machine village.

"Are you alright? That machine is an ancient weapon-"

"FEAR NOT, ANDROIDS. SERVO IS HERE!"

A flash of something too fast for even their enhanced visual receptors to process.

"CONSECUTIVE NORMAL PUNCHES!"

And the titanic machine promptly exploded into pieces of scrap metal and circuits.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Proposal: the machine that is currently posing on top of that piece of sinking metal is the one known as 'Father Servo'."

"...Is that hair on his head?"

"Visual analysis suggests that the metallic fibres are positioned in the area where hair would usually occupy. Further details unknown."

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AN: I don't even know why I wrote this.