It's the older Cú Chulainn and his teenage form this time. Looking at Sétanta's personality and what he thinks of his own mythology I imagine that he and his form from Fate/stay night wouldn't get along since his form in that is a lot more cynical in comparison. The fighting is at least not as bad as with Cú Chulainn and EMIYA. But because Sétanta knows his legend there's a good chance he'll purposely say the wrong thing to Lancer if he gets worked up...

This chaper has Lancer from stay night as the Grey Servant and his Lily as the Green.


It was weird for the first day to have two versions of Cú Chulainn, a Lancer and a Saber, in JUNGLE's base. But they all quickly got used to it. Saber is Laner when he was 16, almost done with his training. As such he admired his older self for becoming a strong as he is, for being the very image of what a true hero is. Lancer was amused at first that his younger self though of his older self that highly but his damn naïveté on certain situations drove the spearman up the wall. There was something about the fact it came from himself that bothered him. But he puts up with it. He's a patient man after all. However, he really hates seeing that wide-eyed innocence. It reminds him of what gets lost shortly.

The two were among the field of pillars outside the room replica. The Green Clansmen were out in the city while Tenkei and Nagare were having a private talk in the room. The wolf pup that was summoned along with Saber seems to have taken a liking to Nagare and hung around the King as much as he does with the young knight. Saber was practicing with his staff, saying he needed to become even stronger. He said he has to in order to live a happy life as the hero he wants to be.

Lancer, watching a short distance away, sighed. He decided he needs to ruin the optimism there before it makes him sick. "Once ya turn 17 things went way south for ya. And all because ya got stronger."

Saber relaxed himself. "I know all about how my legend goes, Old Man. But that doesn't mean I accept it. My future is mine to make." That was said bluntly, not a care in the world. He's nomally respectful to those older than him but his older form looks to be an exception.

In that moment, Lancer looked like he was bitch-slapped. "Old Man..?!" Then he began snarling. It's official, him when he was a teenager pisses him off. "I'll have ya know I'm only 30, ya little shit! And in just a little while is when ya become a father! I know that at your age ya can't keep it in your pants!"

"Well at least I didn't skewer that son yet!"

That was enough to make Lancer want to kill this kid here and now. He instantly filled the space with an insane level of killing intent. He's already killed several million people so what's one more gonna hurt? Saber nervously gulped, sweating heavily. He knew he just stepped on a landmine big time. But the boy stood his ground. His grip on his staff was tight enough to turn his knuckles white, and his trembling left hand instinctively flew to the handle of his demonic sword sheathed at his waist.

"What the hell is going on in here?! Nagare and I are trying not to throw up! And the puppy wet the floor!" The murderous aura went away as soon as Tenkei ran out from between the pillars to the two Servants, followed by Nagare rolling behind him in his wheelchair. The little white wolf nervously walked alongside Nagare, shoulders hunched, ears pulled back, tail between its legs, and it shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. "Were you both about to kill each other just now?! I thought we agreed that you two are allies!"

Lancer didn't put his glare away. "The twerp started it."

"I wasn't the one who let out the killing intent!" the blue-haired boy protested.

Tenkei groaned. "C'mon! You two are the same person! Can't you get along?"

"I'd sooner die!" Both shouted at the same time. Then they glared at each other and turned away with a "hmph!"

Nagare sighed. "Lancer, you're an adult and Saber isn't. Be the bigger man."

"I already am," Lancer grumbled then smirked at his teenaged self, knowing he's self-conscious about the 20 cm height difference.

"Maybe I should do something about that. I think it's something you need, Fomorian," Saber snarled, in Gaelic so only Lancer can understand. He pulled his sword out a little when he said that.

Lancer narrowed his eyes. "It takes one to know one, brat. I'm not afraid of killing kids," he replied in that language, his spear materializing. "You may be me but you haven't finished in the Land of Shadows yet. You think you can take me down?"

"Guess we're about to find out. I'll prove I can be better than you!"

Nagare was calm. "Judging by the tone, you both just threatened each other."

Lancer switched back to Japanese. "It's only your imagination."

Tenkei sweatdropped. "I somehow doubt that..."