I'm trying to get a good mix of fluff/more serious chapter balance..

Many heroes found it odd. Though if you asked him, it was really more common than you'd think. It all came down to one thing really. Or more specifically it came down to the Master. For, it took a certain type of person that could tame a Berserker. Well, tame not being the right word. You never really could do that- not even with all the magic in the world.

Originally, it was a curiosity from the Lancer version. Who lamented so very loudly that his ideal master had shown up albeit much younger than he preferred- just to be unable to get near her. Enough to make the other versions of him to see what the fuss was all about. Who knew Cu Cuchulain could be summoned in so many different class, honestly. They had such disastrous results that Atalanta basically banned them from trying again.

But he was different.

He was actually pleasantly surprised for once when he went up to her and nothing exploded or caught on fire(as with the others). Turning, her blue eyes regarded him for a long time. As if she was trying to place something that was just beyond her grasp. A memory that hadn't happened yet. With a version of him she hadn't encountered.

"Puppy?"

Ah, what a thing to say!

Luckily for him, no one else was around which was nothing short of a miracle in itself. What endless teasing he would have to endure. Chaldea was all up in arms over the small master. Apparently it was nothing short of taboo to have such a young child in their employ. Morals and what not. As if silly things like morals mattered to magicians when it came to the hard choices. No, the magi played by their own rules. Suiting themselves to their own needs and desires. Not that it mattered to him. Such things were trifles.

He had not originally wanted to approach her in his smaller size but apparently the constant nagging of other versions had gotten to him. His other form would "scare" her they said. Though, he doubted they thought he could even get close. I mean, he was a Berserker. How could he ever succeed when they failed. Well at least this way, she could see him better. While other heroes may have liked her because she was young or cute; Berserker was different. Sure, he supposed she could be called "cute" but it was more than that. He knew others like him could feel it. The Berserker class had a touch of something extra.

For underneath everything, just sitting there. Under the blue eyes and twin tails- it was there. Flowing and strong. Magic and blood lust. Which was just so very odd in his opinion- especially in a child. Particularly in a human child. Which made her at the very least mildly interesting. But as he spent more time in her company- she definitely had something extra mixed in her. Something he hadn't felt in a master in a long time. He could feel it every time her mana flared up. Someone who would truly be a force to be reckoned with- given time. A person with a true destiny. It really took a certain type of person to tame a Berserker. Really, it wasn't odd that he decided that he might want to stick around. If not just to see what type of future she would shape with her hands.

So, in the end Berserker said the only thing he felt he really could.

"Woof"

...couldn't ask for a better puppy!