In the washroom of the men's dorm, all of the Special Squad members were washing up. All of them were soaked in sweat after Lancer had casually kicked all their asses.

"Mind if we join?"

Daiki jolted. "Ca-Captain?!"

The King didn't have his glasses on and, like Lancer, lacked any clothes. "This will be a perfect opportunity for us to bond."

Nobody said anything as Reisi and Lancer walked into the washroom and plopped down on two side-by-side stools, aside from collective gulps. Seeing both without any clothes really made the difference in the two's muscle masses obvious. While Reisi only had indications of muscles from someone who mainly does kenjutsu, Lancer had the body of a professional boxer, definitely built more. To be honest, his skin-tight Celtic uniform didn't really hide it. What was really surprising is that, despite being a lifelong warrior, Lancer doesn't have a single scar on his body, aside from on the side of his neck, most likely delivered by the sword of someone who tried and failed to cut his head off. Or maybe he does have a lot of scars but they're so faint you can only see them up close.

Reisi just smiled. "I assume that won't be a problem?"

All the Clansmen suddenly felt a chill go down their spines. "N-not at all!" They all returned to doing what they were before, but the air was noticeably more tense. All they did was hand the Master and Servant a bucket and then quickly went away, as if afraid of being too close to their boss when he's like this.

Once Lancer dumped water on his head, the liquid ran down his smooth skin effortlessly. The light bounced off is runestone earrings and danced on his waist-length blue hair, which had been released from that golden confine. The short, lime-washed hair on the top of his head, which used to stick up, was now all messy, making the spearman look like someone in his early 20s.

"Damn! My bucket has a hole in it!" Andy said, looking at the bottom of said bucket the whole time.

"Just get another," Himori replied.

Andy went over to a wall lined with wooden buckets. Each bucket was supported by two pegs in the wall. He grabbed one and tried to pull it off. It didn't budge. He tugged on it. It still didn't move. Then he used both hand to try yanking it out. But the bucket still didn't go anywhere.

"The bucket's wedged!" Andy spat.

"Let me try." Ryuuhou came over, grabbed the bucket with both hands, and tugged as hard as he could. The same thing happened. "Damn! It's really in there!"

"Here. I'll get it out."

Andy turned his head to look back with a smile. "Thanks, Lancer! You're a life - WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

Everyone looked over at the Servant approaching the two Clansmen. In Lancer's right hand was now the two-meter demonic crimson spear, Gáe Bolg. Ryuuhou was getting ready to reprimand Andy for his language but now decided not to. It was completely excusable.

Lancer cocked his head in confusion. "What am I doin'? I'm helpin' ya."

"You're a Servant and taking that out for this is overkill! It's like using a cannon to kill a fly!"

"It's this or I rip the wall a new one." What scared the Special Squad the most: he's completely capable of yanking on the bucket hard enough to rip at where the pegs connect to the wall and create a new window.

"Just how much common sense is he devoid of..?" Yuujirou Benzai murmured in shock. This man is as bad as the Captain! This might indicate the warrior is willing to go to such extremes to complete simple tasks. He's probably someone who'd use his spear to cut flowers!

The flat of the spear was swung from down low upward, hitting the underside of the bucket, causing it to fly into Andy's hands. No visible damage had been done.

Gáe Bolg dissolved into particles of red. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"You got lucky is all."

"You'd be surprised at how many tons I can basically bench press. That was nothing."

"Huh?!"

"I haven't seen how much exactly but I know it's somewhere in the hundreds of thousands of tons, maybe millions or billions of tons."

"Are...you joking..?"

"About that? Not in the slightest."

"...Scary..."

"So what's with those marks on your body?" Nagare asked. He and Saber are currently the only ones at base.

"I had them on me since birth, but I don't know what they mean. I think someone from my past called them beautiful."

"Back during your time as Atilla the Hun?"

"I told you to call me Altera instead. I dislike the name Atilla."

"What don't you like? The meaning?"

"It's actually pretty simple. I just don't like the sound of the word. Altera is better."

Adolf was walking across campus to the teacher's lounge when he heard screaming like the person's being slowly eaten alive. He turned in the direction it came from just in time to see a trio of students dash away like they're on fire. At the origin was Neko sitting atop Berserker's shoulder and laughing like a maniac.

"Yeah! That'll teach you to make fun of me!"

"You got Berserker to scare off bullies for you?!" Neko stopped as soon as she saw her dumbfounded King come over. "You didn't stop to think that using a half-naked giant for this is perhaps a tad extreme?!"

"I don't see anything wrong with this. Do you, Berserker?"

"!"

"And what did that tell you?!"

"That he agrees with me!"

Assassin was using a rag to polish his dirks, somehow with just one hand, carefully checking to make sure the blade's spotless before setting the knife down on a towel and cleaning the next.

Sukuna paused to check on the man's progress. He had cleaned around 20 dirks so far. "You really care for those, huh? But aren't they easily disposable?"

The while skull remained focused. "Not to me. You should be taking care of your own weapon."

"The blade's made from my aura, so I don't need to. And aren't your weapons cleaned off when they dematerialize?"

"I can't rely only on that. I must personally maintain them myself to be sure they're in peak condition."

"Sounds like a pain. Have fun, I guess. I need to yet to my game and level up my character."

Misaki came into the bar, looking annoyed. "I'm pissed at Rider now. He can do shit on my skateboard that I don't think I could pull off even with a lifetime of practice."

Then Rider entered, hands resting behind his head. He wore a simple button-up orange shirt and blue jeans. "I told you that's what A Riding means."

"You didn't need to make a fool of me!"

"I didn't!"

"I looked bad in comparison!"

"I can't help that I'm great at everything!"

"Did you have to demonstrate that when those kids who admire me were watchin'?!"

"So is the state of things to your liking?" Daikaku asked when Archer materialized in the Chamber of the Slate.

Red eyes narrowed. "Tell me you're joking."

Daikaku was genuinely confused. "Did you encounter an issue?"

"You're actually proud of this garbage heap called Tokyo?!"

"What?"

"I see the world has changed for the worse since my time. Nothing but scores of mongrels enjoying their pathetic lives and heaps of filth everywhere. The second I saw it my stomach turned. If this Holy Grail turns out not to worthy of my admiration then you will pay dearly for summoning me."

"I'm sure the wish-granter will please the King of Heroes."

"Hmph! I'll ultimately be the judge of that. Either way, since it's a treasure I'll claim what's rightfully mine."

Ichigen had just walked into the house and that's when his Servant made her move.

"I made this for you, Master Ichigen!" Caster said cheerfully as the dashed into the room but was careful to not spill any of the miso soup in the bowl she held.

Kuroh entered shortly after the Magus from the Age of the Gods did. "Hey! Don't forget I helped out!"

The blue-haired woman groaned. "I haven't forgotten, boy. But I'll turn you into a toad if you keep reminding me!"

Seri suddenly walked into Reisi's office. Both the King and Lancer paused their chess game, both currently in a stalemate, to glance at her. Reisi was about to ask her why she entered completely unannounced but the words caught in his throat as soon as he saw what his lieutenant was holding. Lancer just stared, mouthing "what the hell?"

"I apologize for barging in, but I found him abandoned next to a dumpster during my patrol."

At that moment, the baby in her arms began crying. She quickly began rocking him while murmuring a lullaby.

Now Reisi spoke. "Is it a Strain again?"

"Not as far as I've seen. The Special Squad is just thrilled given what happened last time."

"I take it ya had to do this before and it didn't go that well?" Lancer asked.

"Well, we managed to take care of the baby, despite the unpleasant surprise that he was a Strain," her gaze flicked toward Reisi when she said that, "but it all worked out. The mother returned that night to take him back. But I swear it was our most stressful day ever."

The Blue King stood up. "I'll look to see what adoption options are available. Given what you said, it's unlikely the parents will reclaim him. I'll entrust all of you to care for him until I return."

"Again?!" Seri exclaimed. The baby began to cry again and she began rocking him back and forth. "You did the same thing last time!"

Reisi wore that smile that caused his lieutenant to shiver. "Is there a problem?"

"N-no! Not at all, sir!"

In the information room:

"He just dumped a baby on us again?!" Tatsuya Enomoto demanded.

Daiki facepalmed. "He's officially abusing his authority over us..."

"I think it's just due to his sick pleasure," Saruhiko grumbled without looking up from his laptop.

"Look at the bright side: Lancer said he can't detect any pseudo magic circuits in that child," Himori said, trying to be optimistic. Right then, the baby began screaming. "You'd better be right, Lancer!"

"Hey! Someone do something to calm that kid down! I can't work!" Saruhiko shouted.

Ryuuhou dashed for the room's exit. "I'll prepare a bottle!"

"You had a son, right, Lancer?" Andy said.

"Yeah. 2,000 years ago."

"Then this is your chance to finally make up for kill -" The blade of a demonic spear was held to Andy's throat before he could finish.

"Mention what I did to Connla in that manner again and I'll take your life as payment," Lancer growled, some of his killing intent being released and his glare harsh enough to kill someone. Apparently the killing intent affected the baby because the screaming got louder.

At this point, Saruhiko had given up on trying to get work done. "Lancer! You aren't helping the situation!"

Gáe Bolg dematerialized. "Shit! I don't know what is helpful!" The crying didn't subside. "I swear it doesn't matter the era, human are and will always be a pain in the ass!"

"Geez, thanks for that opinion!" Himori grumbled.

"So you're half a pain in the ass?" Andy chanced to say.

"That's what Uncle used to tell me I was."

"Lieutenant! Isn't there anything you can do?!" Yuujirou asked.

"Why am I the one you're asking?!"

Saruhiko got out of his chair rather loudly. He walked over to Ren Gotou, who currently held the baby. "Here. Give him to me." Ren handed the child over gladly. He was clearly at his wits end trying to quiet him.

"Isn't that going to just make it worse?" Andy said suspiciously.

"Zip it, idiot."

The baby quickly ceased crying and began gurgling and laughing. Everyone else was dumbstruck. How in the world did the guy with the worst attitude in the entire building make the kid calm down?! Right then Ryuuhou sprinted back in. "I got the bottle!"

"About time, slacker!" Saruhiko ripped the bottle from the Clansman and let the child begin drinking from it.

Ryuuhou then turned to the others and pointed at this scene. "Uh, how much did I miss?"

Akira sighed. "We'll fill you in later. Man, I hope the Captain returns soon."

"What for?"

Akira actually screamed like a little girl at the Captain speaking directly behind him. "Wh-what?! Lancer! Why didn't you warn me?!"

"Hey, don't blame me! I didn't notice him either until just now!"

"You two have a pact! You should have sensed him approaching!"

"Maybe I was too focused on the screamin' toddler like everyone else!"

"Will both of you shut up before we have a situation on our hands again?!" Saruhiko snarled. The baby had stopped giggling and was now looking at the approaching King.

He scooped the baby up. "How about we meet your new mother?"

"Captain? You found someone already?" Seri questioned.

"Yes. One of my friends recently had a stillborn child. She agreed to take him in as soon as she was given the full picture."

"I think the biggest surprise today is that someone was actually willing to be friends with you..." Saruhiko said almost in a whisper. But Seri heard him.

"Fushimi! That's a very rude thing to say to the Captain!"

"Hey, have you noticed a lot of girls have been coming here tonight?" Shouhei Akagi asked.

An angry huff from Yō. "I noticed. And I also noticed they're all makin' goo-goo eyes at Rider!"

"Well, I'm making plenty of sales so no complaints here," Izumo said. " "Gotta say that guy's face is pleasin' to the eyes."

Yō raised an eyebrow. "Are you into him?"

"Thought you liked that Blue lieutenant." Shouhei added.

"It was an observation and who's been sayin' that?!"

"No one needed to. It's obvious. You have a stockpile of anko specially for her!"

"At least I'm not trying to get in every woman's pants like a certain someone!" Izumo was pointing at Yō when he said that.

"And what's wrong with that?!"

"Seriously, how many times have you been called a whore just this month?"