As the excitement from last night died down, Emiya and Rin Head out, most likely to strategize or scour for other Servants. Today Kozeku's only task, discover Berserker's name.
"Berserker," He begins slowly, as the purple haired maiden walks behind him.
"What." Her upper lip curls into a snarl, she balls her hands into a fist, pressing her nails to the skin.
"About last night,"
Remembering her revelation of her wish, Berserker pales. "It was an accident. I should've not let that slip out." She had no interest in being friends with this Master. He's a terrible flirt and seems to not take much serious.
"Calm down sweetie. I was just saying thank you for telling me." He glances backwards, slowing down so that they're walking side by side.
"I told you not to call me that."
"Aw, honey, what am I going to call you if I don't know your true name?"
"Stop it before I do something I regret."
"Oh, you're quite the feisty one." He smiles smugly. "I like feisty on-"
His sentence was stopped by a sharp knife pressed to his throat. Berserker growled. "Don't call me that. You are to call me Berserker, and that's it!" Glaring, she releases the pressure on his throat, eventually dropping her knife to her side. She turns, stomping away.
"Berserker, Stop." Kozeku orders promptly, aware of her order to obey him. Berserker stops in her tracks.
"What." She demands, rather than asks her voice is cold, but edged like a sword.
"I'm sorry. It's just. Rin told me I have until tonight to discover your True Name or the alliance is off."
"Well," her back still facing him, "that's quite a problem isn't it."
"So please," he strides over to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her close, "tell me what your True Name is."
Her eyes widen wth surprise as a crimson blush covers her cheeks. "Stop please." Her voice quivers, from excitement? From fear?
"Please. I need you to tell me." He holds her closer, the only tactic he knows, his voice is pleading.
"No." She struggles to push him off her. "Get away!" Screaming she draws her hand back and swings it toward his face.
"I thought we said we weren't doing this anymore?" Berserker opens her eyes to see Kozeku's fingers wrapped around her wrist. "Get off me! You pervert! You bastard! You idiot! Get off me!"
Struggling to be released from his old she screams, flailing her arms and legs. Surprised st her outburst Kozeku let's go. "Berserker, no need to have such a tantrum, calm down."
She crosses her arms, turning away yet again. "I'm never telling you my True Name. Not ever. I will win the Holy Grail and take back my rightful place." A moment of silence coats the air, tension so tight. "I'm going to take my leave."
"You May go." Kozeku commands, releasing her. As she walks off he wonders, what possibly could her True Name be? He would go to the only source he knew, books.