The Master of Masters crouched next to the Chibi Nobu, his hooded head tilted in intrigue as he observed her adorable antics. "Fascinating…" he muttered, a hand stroking his chin thoughtfully. "To think something like you exists. A fragment of the original, condensed into pure adorableness. This takes the cake—literally."

He reached behind him, seemingly out of nowhere, and produced a small plate with a perfectly sliced strawberry shortcake, presenting it to the tiny Nobu. She blinked up at him with her wide eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then let out an enthusiastic cry of, "Nobu!" before accepting the treat.

MoM chuckled, amused. "How adorable. You certainly remind me of a Chirithy. Just smaller… and more explosive."

Meanwhile, Ritsuka, Mash, the real Nobu, and Okita watched the scene unfold from a few feet away. Nobu, arms crossed, looked visibly annoyed at MoM's attention toward her miniature counterpart. "Tch. What's so special about that squirt? I'm the real deal here!"

The Moon Cancer Servant, hearing her grumbling, rose to his full height and approached the group with a playful spring in his step. "Ah, yes. The original. Tell me, Nobunaga," he said, his tone dripping with faux curiosity, "why aren't you as cute as your mini-self? You could really take a few pointers, you know."

Nobu bristled, glaring at the hooded figure. "Cute? Who needs cute when you've got raw charisma and the power of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven?!"

MoM held his hands up in mock surrender, his grin visible even under his hood. "Oh, my apologies, your majesty. I'm sure the young man here fully supports your… unique brand of charm."

Nobu turned to Ritsuka expectantly, arms akimbo. "Right, Master? Tell this clown who's the cutest Servant you've got!"

Ritsuka froze, his face pale. "Uh… I mean…"

Before he could answer, Okita leaned in with a smug expression, twirling her sword lazily. "Master doesn't need to answer, Nobu. Everyone knows Okita-san is the superior choice!"

"What was that?!" Nobu snapped, her annoyance turning into full-blown fury. "You want to settle this, you Shinsengumi dog?!"

The two began bickering loudly, drawing attention from passing Servants. MoM stepped back, watching the chaos unfold with unrestrained glee. "Oh, this is priceless," he remarked to Mash. "Your Master's quite the heartthrob, isn't he? Winning over female Servants left and right. Tsk tsk, tampering with history like this…"

Ritsuka's face turned beet red. "That's not what's happening here!"

The Master of Masters merely chuckled, his voice brimming with mischief. "Of course, of course. Whatever you say, oh beloved Master of Chaldea. I'm just an innocent observer."

Mash sighed, placing a hand on Ritsuka's shoulder. "Senpai… you really should have seen this coming."

Meanwhile, Chibi Nobu, entirely unbothered by the escalating argument, happily devoured her cake in the background. As if summoned by the scent of strawberry shortcake, more tiny Nobus emerged from every corner of the halls, their adorable battle cries echoing as they waddled toward the Master of Masters.

"Oh my," the hooded man mused, crouching to their level again with mock reverence. "There's more of you? Truly, this is a historic moment. The Nobu Legion in the flesh!" He let out a theatrical sigh, shaking his head. "But alas, that was the only slice of cake I had left. Sorry, little ones."

The tiny Nobus paused for a moment, their wide eyes narrowing in unison. Then, with dramatic flair, they each drew their miniature weapons—a mix of matchlock guns, tiny spears, and even flaming torches.

MoM blinked, a literal sweatdrop forming behind his hood as he slowly raised his hands in mock surrender. "Oh, come now. Don't tell me this is how you express gratitude for my hospitality. You wouldn't rob a humble scholar, would you?"

The tiny Nobus responded with a unified cry of "Nobu!" before charging at him like a mini stampede.

"Well, this is awkward," he muttered to himself before spinning on his heel and dramatically pretending to flee. "Oh no! Help! I'm being attacked by adorable mini-marauders! Please, spare my humble soul!"

Ritsuka, Mash, Nobu, and Okita stood off to the side, watching the absurd spectacle. MoM zigzagged across the room, dodging little spears and fake bullets, his hands waving in exaggerated panic as the tiny Nobus chased him with relentless determination.

"You've got to be kidding me," Nobu groaned, massaging her temples. "They're ruining my image! Stop making me look like a joke, you tiny fools!"

Okita smirked, crossing her arms. "Looks like the Demon King's army has turned on its ruler. Poetic, don't you think?"

"Shut it, Okita!"

Ritsuka sighed, his palm glued to his face. "Why does it feel like every time I summon a new Servant, my sanity takes a nosedive?"

Mash couldn't help but smile awkwardly. "Senpai… at least he's getting along with them?"

Suddenly, MoM's voice called out from across the hallways. "Oh, Master! If I don't survive, remember me fondly!"

Ritsuka sighed dejectedly.

The dining hall was oddly quiet as Master of Masters crouched behind the counter, peeking out cautiously for any signs of his adorable pursuers. His gloved hand adjusted his hood as he muttered to himself. "They're relentless. Who knew such tiny beings could inspire such fear? And all over a single slice of cake…"

Behind him, EMIYA stood with his arms crossed, his face a mixture of irritation and confusion. "What exactly are you doing, Moon Cancer?" he asked dryly.

MoM spun around, holding a finger to his hood in a shushing motion. "Quiet, Archer! Do you want them to find me?"

EMIYA raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Who? The Nobu horde? You're hiding from them?"

MoM nodded fervently. "Adorable as they are, they've declared me public enemy number one. Which is where you come in, my friend."

EMIYA's eyes narrowed. "Oh no. I'm not getting involved in whatever nonsense you've stirred up."

"Come on, Archer! You're Chaldea's culinary expert!" MoM whispered urgently, his tone growing more dramatic. "Surely you've got a giant strawberry shortcake costume stashed somewhere, right? Just pop it on, walk out there, and distract them while I make my daring escape!"

EMIYA's expression didn't change for a moment, then he blinked, staring at the hooded figure as if he'd grown a second head. "Are you serious right now?"

"Deadly serious," MoM replied, clasping his hands together in mock desperation. "Think of it as an act of heroism! Saving a fellow Servant from doom!"

Before EMIYA could formulate a response, the sound of tiny Nobu! cries echoed down the hall. MoM's eyes widened, and he ducked lower behind the counter. "They've found me! Curse their adorable tenacity!"

The little Nobus burst into the dining hall, their tiny weapons gleaming as they scanned the room. One of them sniffed the air dramatically before locking eyes on MoM's hood peeking out from behind the counter.

"Ah, fiddlesticks," MoM muttered.

"NOBU!" they cried in unison, charging toward him.

With a mock scream of terror, MoM sprang to his feet and sprinted out of the dining hall, waving his arms like a cartoon villain in retreat. "I'll remember your betrayal, Archer!" he called over his shoulder.

EMIYA sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is what I get for signing up to serve here. Honestly…"