Arturia did not know if it was just her, but she felt that in this era, her son had a record to frequently come home with a battered face. That Friday, the teen had just been assigned to do some grocery shopping and by the timing she spent outside, Arturia knew Mordred had not deal with another yakuza group.
"So…" After a long look on the big red bump on Mordred's forehead, Arturia started her interrogation. "What happened?"
Mordred angrily whined. "The groceries were too much! I couldn't see what's ahead and I had to rely on my A-ranked endurance, B instinct and agility!" she screamed in irritation.
Arturia knew the kid loved drama, so she pressed on, "Then?"
"Then?" a scoff. "Then, a fucking tree hit me! By the name of— N-Never mind. Oh, how I hate my C minus charisma and D luck! Why the hell am I not perfect?!"
"No one is perfect, Mordred."
She balled her palms into fists. "You know what? I'm totally gonna' wreck that beloved redhead of yours for asking me to do grocery!"
"It's not his fault," Arturia defended straightaway. "The tree did that to you. So by my utmost judgement, the tree deserves the punishment, not Shirou."
Mordred did not even think twice. "You're right," she agreed. "I'm gonna' bitch slap that tree!"