Nerofest 2018
Commence! The 2nd Nero Fest!
Nero:
What is a festival?
Nero:
It is a party that brings joy to all people, regardless of the era or place!
Nero:
The same can be said for my festival! It can already be considered a spectacle that both Rome and Chaldea are known for!
Nero:
“But that's not the true meaning of a festival,” you say? Umu, I shall leave that distinction to the scholarly Servants.
Nero:
The dazzling Nero Fest!
A joint production between Rome and Chaldea!
Nero:
Let the festivities begin!
Nero:
As it is a martial arts tournament held at the Colosseum, many Servants are going to enjoy this.
Nero:
Hehehe. I am not familiar with mana and the like, but I can feel it! The joy is in the air!
Nero:
A festival of power, modeled after the one once held at Olympia! The people shall praise the courage of warriors!
Nero:
Highly trained bodies! A competitive display of skill!
What could be more beautiful, more noble!?
Nero:
Like admiring a blooming rose, mankind loves to look upon their wonderous possibilities.
Nero:
That's what this Olympic festival, held in my Rome, is all about!
Fujimaru 1:
Rome!
Nero:
Rome! Indeed!
Fujimaru 2:
All hail Her Majesty!
Nero:
Hehehe. Your applause is making me blush.
Nero:
Yes, I shall permit it!
Enjoy this glorious festival!
A：Cú Chulainn:
What is it, Master?
A：Cú Chulainn:
You're going to participate in this festival thing, right? It's a great way to let off some steam. Let's have fun.
A：Cú Chulainn:
Will we end up as friends or foes?
...Even I don't know.
B：Cú Chulainn:
Either way, let's have fun going at it.
Right, spearless me?
A：Cú Chulainn:
Yeah. You know, hearing that from the spear-wielding version of me kind of pisses me off...
C：Cú Chulainn:
Hahah. If it bothers you, I can lend you one, elderly me.
This thing was made real quick. I can replace it.
A：Cú Chulainn:
Oh, wasn't this handmade by your last Master or something? I can't take it.
D：Cú Chulainn:
(Sigh) This is all so stupid.
D：Cú Chulainn:
Are you guys really me?
Who cares if you have a spear or not?
D：Cú Chulainn:
If two people fight, the strong one wins and the weak one dies. There's nothing else to it. So shut up.
All Three:
Um... (He's seriously going to try and murder his opponents.)
Martha:
Leave it to us. We are on stand-by for medical treatment. Even if someone gets the wrong idea and goes out of control...
Nightingale:
I shall save all my patients. I will not allow any deaths.
I shall save them, yes.
Nightingale:
There may be casualties, but no one will die.
Rest assured.
Martha:
Wait, wait! You're saying the word “casualties”!
That includes deaths!
Nightingale:
Yes, I'll be very, very careful about cleanliness in the first aid area. We need to be very cautious about disinfecting and sterilizing.
Nightingale:
Don't worry. I'm here. I'll be a little diligent about disinfecting and sterilizing.
Martha:
Listen to me! Listen to what I'm saying!
Iri:
Martha and Nightingale are truly good friends.
Even their jokes are in perfect harmony.
Martha:
Oh, Iri. I'm counting on your healing powers.
...Wait, I don't think she was joking back there!
Nightingale:
Healing powers?
Could you possibly be...
Martha:
Yeah, it's her healing spells.
It's quite different than my power and your techniques.
Nightingale:
...a doctor with surgical experience?
Iri:
Huh? A doctor?
Nightingale:
That's reassuring. Then yes. We can more than double our efficiency when amputating the limbs of the wounded.
Martha:
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Emiya:
Normally, when a Servant manifests, it doesn't need food to sustain itself...
Boudica:
Even so, you get hungry if you move. Even if it's only a feeling, it's important to pay attention.
Boudica:
Feeling good and feeling down are both made up of half-physical, half-mental states.
Boudica:
With all this moving around at the festival, won't there be an influx of hungry Servants?
Emiya:
Yeah. If that's the case, leave the kitchen and cafeteria to us, Master.
Emiya:
We'll keep it running 24 hours a day.
Boudica:
Feel free to get hungry anytime!
Boudica:
I don't like the idea of helping that woman's festival, but I'll do it for you. Hehe. What a weird feeling.
Emiya:
Master, we have a favor to ask.
We'd like to have Servants who aren't busy serve tables.
Emiya:
It would help if you could tell them in advance.
Emiya:
And...
Emiya:
If you could get rid of that Servant who's been hanging around the cafeteria for a while now...
Altria Alter:
...What? Why are you looking at me, Archer?
Altria Alter:
I just followed you here in search of snacks.
Emiya:
“Just”? That's no excuse. Sheesh.
Sanzang:
Good timing, Fujimaru!
How do you turn off the simulator?
Sanzang:
Um, actually I...
Sanzang:
I got lost. Where am I?
Why am I walking through the desert again?
Sanzang:
(Sob, sob) I'm beyond lost... I'm not gonna make it in time for the festival at this rate!
Sanzang:
Waaahh! I wanna have fun, too! Fun, I say!
I wanna play, play, and play some more!
Tawara Touta:
Calm down! You're the one who woke me up early this morning, saying you wanted to come!
Tawara Touta:
You were the one who activated this simulator thing.
Which means you must have set a turn-off time, right?
Sanzang:
(Sob) A turn-off... time?
Tawara Touta:
Uh-oh. That's the face and voice she uses when things are bad. Master, turn off the simulator!
Marie:
It's a festival, right? Then I want to participate too.
Is that all right?
d'Eon:
Your Highness, that's...
It might not be what you think it is.
d'Eon:
This tournament is a clash of myths, a battle of supernatural blades in the Colosseum.
d'Eon:
Medical Servants may be standing by, but it's still dangerous.
d'Eon:
Your Highness, I suggest you simply dedicate yourself to watching from the sidelines.
Amadeus:
Who cares, d'Eon?
Let her do what she wants.
Amadeus:
She'll dance beautifully, no matter where she is.
I'll write the perfect sonata to go along with it!
d'Eon:
No, but...
Marie:
How wonderful. You're going to write me a sonata?
Sanson:
...Then I shall do whatever it takes to assure the queen's safety. I will eliminate all who would hurt her.
Amadeus:
I see, I see. That's quite a funny joke.
Weren't you one of Robespierre's dogs?
Sanson:
No, I...
Marie:
Come on, no fighting. It's a festival.
We have to have fun. Right?
Marie:
I met all of you at one time or another during my life...
Marie:
We met at different times but now we're here together.
That's something very special.
Marie:
And I think it's wonderful.
It's like a once-in-a-century festival!
Marie:
So you see? It's a waste to argue. Let's have fun, okay?
d'Eon:
Right, Your Highness.
Marie:
Then let's say it together!
Ready, set... Vive la France!
All Three:
Vive la France!
Marie:
Oui. Well done!
Jeanne:
So this festival is based on the same event as the modern Olympics.
Jeanne:
None of them actually existed in my era...
Jeanne:
But even so, I'm honestly looking forward to participating in this.
Jeanne:
Let's both do our best, okay?
Jeanne Alter:
Fat chance!
Jeanne Alter:
Why!? Why should I spend time at a festival with you?
Amakusa Shirou:
Don't say that. She's just looking after you.
Amakusa Shirou:
It's partially the will of God, but at the same time, she just wants to be like a good parent to you.
Jeanne:
...!
Jeanne Alter:
Parent? W-Who are you calling my parent!?
I-I don't remember you giving birth to me, stupid!
Jeanne:
I-I don't remember giving birth to you either!
But you're still Jeanne d'Arc!
Jeanne:
Which means you were created from the same Spirit Origin that is the basis for my form.
Jeanne Alter:
Nnngh, nnngh, don't say it!
I'll burn you alive! I mean it!
Amakusa Shirou:
Hahah. Now, now. Calm down.
Edmond Dantès:
Humph.
Edmond Dantès:
Flames of vengeance have taken human form as an Avenger, yet she's able to mess around with them. That's impressive, in a way.
Edmond Dantès:
Master, did you know?
That Jeanne d'Arc is not Jeanne d'Arc.
Edmond Dantès:
How could a forgery like her exist? Her hatred and rage have turned her whole body to flame.
Edmond Dantès:
And yet, look at her...
Edmond Dantès:
...
Edmond Dantès:
No, I'm sure you understand.
Edmond Dantès:
Do as you will. If you truly desire it, even if this is a farce, I shall lend you my power.
Edmond Dantès:
The Count of Monte Cristo will obey you.
Edmond Dantès:
For instance, I would be more than willing to exterminate that squirming Caster over there.
Gilles:
Ooh! Ooh! How could this be!?
A second Jeanne, born of my desires...
Gilles:
...is standing next to the one and only Jeanne, and happily talking to her!
Gilles:
This was unexpected! Oooh! Oooh!
How COOL can this get?
Gilles:
You there! You, who is concerned about her just as I am.
Come with me.
Gilles:
And let us watch over the holy maidens together!
Come, come!
Edmond Dantès:
Humph. He was being so stupid I decided to take a break.
Edmond Dantès:
Heh. Servants who've gone mad can be such a hassle to deal with.
Caesar:
Absolutely not. It's out of the question.
Caesar:
I was indeed a general as well as a Roman soldier.
But that was a long time ago. Now I'm just a Saber.
Caesar:
Ah, yes! I am a Saber!
Unfortunately for me, I was summoned as a Servant.
Caesar:
I work in place of my lord. I am truly a slave.
Caesar:
I thought that compared to the Greeks or other civilizations, Rome's slave system was civilized.
Caesar:
Yet it's no different.
I do not like it one bit.
Caligula:
You tell me... to fight... Moon Goddess?
Diana... I...
Caligula:
Nero... Child of my beloved sister...
At the festival that bears your name, I will...
Caligula:
RAAARRGGH! FARMING!
Caligula:
I WILL FARM MEDALS!
Caesar:
Relax, relax. Sheesh.
You want Nero's medals more than anybody.
Romulus:
No, Caesar. Let him.
Romulus:
Gather them as you will, Caligula.
I see that's the shape of your heart's desire.
Romulus:
If you think that way, let it be so.
If wanting something means fighting, then you must fight.
Romulus:
It is the same with you, Fujimaru. If you need more Ascension materials, then struggle, and fight.
Romulus:
Rome will accept your battle. I'll allow it.
Desire, seek, love, and fight as you will.
Romulus:
These are also noble acts, and they are also Rome.
Romulus:
However, be careful that you do not become a glutton.
Gawain:
I wouldn't mind going to the kitchen.
Gawain:
Yes. When it comes to handling root vegetables, I am quite skilled within the Round Table. I am second only to Percival.
Gawain:
Just say the word, Master, and I'll be happy to demonstrate my skills.
Lancelot:
Calm down, Lord Gawain.
Lancelot:
We will do all we can to serve our Master.
Even if what we do isn't what we're best at.
Lancelot:
And even if we are split into enemies and allies.
Gawain:
Indeed. That is perhaps the true task of a knight.
Lancelot:
That's right. Forget about the root vegetables.
Do you understand?
Lancelot:
Master, may I ask you a question?
Did Mash say anything about me?
Tristan:
I am... No, I must be... the most sinful person here...
Tristan:
The many sins performed by my other self may not be clearly carved into my Spirit Origin, but even so...
Tristan:
Sins do not disappear.
Thus, I must still be sinful.
Tristan:
A fighting tournament...
I know I shall shed much blood there too.
Tristan:
This makes me...sad... (Strum)
Sanson:
No, it is I who am the greatest sinner.
Sanson:
I never wished for it, but as a result of my actions,
I spread death and sorrow throughout the world.
Sanson:
And in the end... I killed her...
Cursed Arm:
I killed many in the name of my creed.
Cursed Arm:
What did I seek, what did I throw away, and what did I gain? Those days are long gone now, but...
Cursed Arm:
...No, this isn't the place to speak of such things.
Tawara Touta:
Hey, hey. We finally made it out of the simulator and somehow walked straight into some kind of confessional tournament.
Tawara Touta:
Looks like they're quite the bunch of sinners.
Not that I'm one to talk.
Sanzang:
I'm beyond words... I'm getting sad too...
Yep, I have to do something about this.
Sanzang:
Good begets good, which creates a cycle of ease.
Evil begets evil, and creates suffering.
Sanzang:
Good actions lead to good rewards.
Evil actions lead to evil consequences!
Sanzang:
This is indeed the principle of karma!
Sanzang:
Confess to me the evil deeds that lie in your past!
I'll hear you out!
Jekyll:
Oh there you are, Master.
Is it true that you met Mr. Holmes?
Jekyll:
Actually, when I was alive I also...
Jekyll:
Wait. I'd like to talk more, but they're calling me from the infirmary.
Jekyll:
You might be surprised, but I know a thing or two about medicine and pharmaceuticals. I hope I'll be able to help you and your Servants.
Jekyll:
See you later!
Mordred:
Yo, you came to the festival too, Master? Hey, was there some scrawny weakling walking around here?
Mordred:
Well, whatever. Fran, let's go.
Mordred:
Hey, Fran?
Fran:
...Uuh.
Mordred:
Are you done charging?
Don't run out of juice on me, alright?
Mordred:
We need to show people who the strongest electric-type Servant is. A festival is as good a chance as any.
Mordred:
I was faster last time, but...
Fran:
Uuuh.
Blackbeard:
...Nothing happened, you know?
Blackbeard:
Oro? I got fried to a crisp, you say?
Blackbeard:
I don't know what you're talking about.
Anyway, Master! It's a Servant tournament!
Blackbeard:
Whoever wins will have all the heroines fall in love with them! This is the perfect chance to build a harem!
Blackbeard:
Come with me and we'll win the tournament, and maybe “accidentally” run into some female Servants in the shower room!
Anne:
He's as energized as always, but he's definitely fried to a crisp.
Mary:
...He was annoying some little girl a minute ago.
One with a horn. She had bangs covering her eyes too.
Blackbeard:
What are you talking about? I have absolutely no idea!
Edison:
How sad! What a sad case of electrocution!
This is where I, DC Detective Edison, come in!
Edison:
I sense a whiff of evil AC about this case!
I must solve it quickly!
Nikola Tesla:
Hah! I'm laughing so hard my muscly sides are about to split! AC is the true light that illuminates the darkness.
Nikola Tesla:
So I'll be the one who uncovers the truth!
Me, AC Detective Nikola Tesla!
Nikola Tesla:
I shall hunt down the foolish lightning that burnt the pirate to a crisp! Don't worry! Electricity knows all!
Nikola Tesla:
Don't move, Edison! You're a suspect in this electrocution case, and I'm going to interrogate you.
Nikola Tesla:
I shall find the proof as fast as lightning!
Edison:
Get out of here with that “as fast as lightning” nonsense! You trying to be clever!? ...Hang on, that was actually pretty good! Ugh!
Edison:
But I will be the one to solve the case with lightning-quick speed! On your knees, Tesla!
My inventions have more patents than yours!
Nikola Tesla:
...!
Nikola Tesla:
Are you still talking about sheer numbers?
...Unfortunate, but not at all surprising, Mr. Lion-Head.
Nikola Tesla:
It seems you're unaware that more accurate reviews have been going around in recent times.
Nikola Tesla:
Hahaha! Everyone's starting to learn that I, Nikola Tesla, am the true genius that surpassed Edison!
Nikola Tesla:
In recent years, I've been in more movies than you have!
Edison:
Shocking! Don't tell me that in fiction you've been making electro-transportation and replication machines!
Edison:
I'm so jealous!
Edison:
Excuse me. There was an AC bug there.
Nikola Tesla:
My apologies. There was a DC cat there.
Edison:
...
Nikola Tesla:
...
Edison:
All right. War then?
Nikola Tesla:
Of course. It's war.
Helena:
Stop! What are you men doing?
Helena:
You're both too old for this! Grow up!
Gentleman & Lion:
Gwah! You're...!
Helena:
First you fight at the barbecue, and now here!
Do you geniuses ever learn?
Helena:
No matter how old you are, you're still childish.
...Not like that bothers me, but still...
Edison:
R-Right.
Nikola Tesla:
...Right.
Helena:
What is the big idea, going on a rampage in front of all these people?
Helena:
I remember telling you that you should go to the festival if you had the energy to fight.
Helena:
...Wait, is this my fault?
Edison:
N-No, it's not! Not at all!
Nikola Tesla:
Indeed! We just lit a fuse, that's all!
Edison:
That's right... This is Chaldea, not the Colosseum.
Nikola Tesla:
We used the electrocution case as an excuse to do what we wanted. And we caused problems for Chaldea's staff as well.
Gentleman & Lion:
We're deeply sorry...
Helena:
As long as you understand.
And make sure you apologize to everyone too.
Gentleman & Lion:
Yes, ma'am...
Asterios:
I want to...go. I'm...strong. Even I know.
Euryale:
Hmm, you do? But we're already on a nice, cool, peaceful island.
Euryale:
There's no need to fight here.
Or are you bored?
Euryale:
A “simulator,” was it? This illusionary island made by Roman and Da Vinci.
Asterios:
No... Not at all. It's fun...here...
Asterios:
But...I want to...test...my strength!
Euryale:
Aww, once you decide something, you never change your mind. Well, boys will be boys...
Euryale:
Fine. Go on ahead and join the festival.
But...
Euryale:
Listen. You're strong, but don't push yourself too hard, okay?
Asterios:
Okay. Thank you...Euryale.
Stheno:
...Hmmm.
Stheno:
What do you call something like that?
Stheno:
Oh Euryale, do you realize what you are making my face look like right now?
Medusa:
(You're looking wonderful too, Sister!)
Stheno:
...Come here for a second, will you, Medusa?
Andersen:
Why, if it isn't Master.
Leave.
Andersen:
All this stuff about the festival of Olympia, the Colosseum... It's completely geared towards muscleheads.
Andersen:
There's nothing for us to do. Fight Assassins?
I don't care. Use a Berserker or something!
Shakespeare:
It's an awful shame, Master, but this time I hereby gratefully refuse.
Shakespeare:
If there was something interesting that could inspire me, things might be different...
Shakespeare:
But this time, it's only muscle! Muscle! Muscle! It's a celebration of muscle in this resurgent Olympic festival.
Shakespeare:
I believe we should stay indoors and focus on our writing. I hope you understand.
Caesar:
I'm here too. Let me join in, scribblers!
I came! I saw! I slept!
Shakespeare:
He looks so relaxed while the sofa creaks under his weight. What a splendid picture of degeneration!
Shakespeare:
He's just like a writer before a deadline!
Oh, indeed he is.
Andersen:
He's a legitimate writer. He is the author of Commentaries on the Gallic Wars, after all.
Shakespeare:
Oh. A war chronicle. Excellent.
How about we have a different author for each country?
Andersen:
A shared world series? Interesting. While they're having their festival out there, let's have some fun ourselves.
Shakespeare:
All right, time to get started—
Caesar:
Zzzzzz...!!
Shakespeare:
He's asleep already!?
And snoring away majestically, no less!
Karna:
I heard Emperor Nero's declaration.
Though I am not quite sure I understood it entirely.
Karna:
Master, I want to make a vow to you here.
Karna:
Without obsessing over victory or defeat, I will show you a fight worthy of being in this tournament.
Arjuna:
...I did not expect to receive a chance such as this. I am grateful to you, and I am grateful for this good fortune.
Arjuna:
If you say that you will give your all to this festival and its battles, I will fight as well.
Arjuna:
As your enemy, I had the opportunity to slay you three times...
Karna:
I don't know the details myself, but the battles for the festival supposedly use the simulator.
Arjuna:
What? Is that so?
Karna:
You can test your strength this way without taking anyone's life. Modern technology never ceases to amaze me.
Karna:
Thinking back, it was the same with Jinako's game. It uses the movements of electrons to create a pseudo-intelligence...
Karna:
...that made noises and moved images. Even the legendary scenes in our memories could appear as virtual reality.
Arjuna:
A game...?
Arjuna:
No. No, that's somehow different.
Don't change the subject, Karna!
Gilgamesh:
How trivial.
Gilgamesh:
Such a trivial...trifling matter.
Ozymandias:
Indeed. This is nonsense.
It's worthless to even speak of the reasons.
Gilgamesh:
Seems like we're on the same page, Sun King.
Ozymandias:
Of course, Golden King.
Nitocris:
Right, right. That's exactly right. Why bother imitating an ancient Roman festival? It's laughable!
Nitocris:
The great pharaoh has appeared. Thus, when it comes to reviving old things, it should be left to us!
Nitocris:
Or perhaps... yes, if there was an older, nobler king...
Nitocris:
No, even then that's questionable. When it comes to ancient kings, nothing compares to a pharaoh, no?
Gilgamesh:
It's very simple. It's obvious who the strongest is here.
Ozymandias:
You're exactly right.
Indeed, it's clear which Heroic Spirit is the strongest.
Ozymandias:
Just like how the sun shines brightly in the sky, the fact speaks for itself. It's foolish to even question it.
Gilgamesh:
Heh. Your words are too grand.
You're embarrassing me.
Ozymandias:
Oh please. I'm the one who's feeling embarrassed.
Nitocris:
(Feeling very nervous)
Medb:
“Nero Fest”? Hah!
Medb:
I didn't get a single scene during the summer swimsuit event! Cú was there, but I wasn't!
Medb:
I had a part in the... what was it? Magical Girl event? But I don't remember it, and supposedly Cú was even more tiny!
Medb:
And now I learn I'm making an appearance, but there's no Cú! What is going on?
Medb:
It's all men I'm not interested in! And it pisses me off even more because everyone else looks so happy! I'm gonna cry!
Fionn mac Cumhaill:
You can't let yourself get so depressed.
Good luck and good fortune are drawn to smiles.
Fionn mac Cumhaill:
And it's not all bad. You met me.
Fionn mac Cumhaill:
Not to brag, but I'm strong. If you join with me, winning the tournament won't be a drea—
Medb:
(Sigh) I wonder if there are any beefy warriors around...
At this point, even Master would do...
Fionn mac Cumhaill:
Hmm, she doesn't even see me!
Fergus:
Ooh, she's fuming. She's mad! Oh my. An angry Queen Medb is great too.
Scáthach:
Don't talk like you know.
You're only looking at her body anyway.
Fergus:
No, no. That's not true. I mean, it's partially true.
But I can love more than a girl's body, you know.
Fergus:
It's one thing to see her as a scheming and dominating queen, but it's nice to see she can be just a girl sometimes.
Scáthach:
Humph. Is that so?
Fergus:
Of course. Sometimes she's scary, but other times she can be a dame.
Scáthach:
I see. Your easygoing nature can occasionally be a shortcoming.
Scáthach:
Anyway, setting aside her usual debauchery, I'm quite excited about this festival.
Scáthach:
There are so many heroes here. I assume there are some who surpass me. Heheh. Heheheheh...
Fergus:
(Gulp)
(She is ready to kick some butt...)
Sakata Kintoki:
Ooh! So that's the Colosseum?
It's pretty golden and gorgeous!
Minamoto-no-Raikou:
I see. So it is. It's finally time to show the true power of the Minamoto clan.
Minamoto-no-Raikou:
Are you ready, Kintoki? Remember the perilous time when you pursued the Earth Spider into the dark otherworld...
Minamoto-no-Raikou:
...or when you battled that giant one as big as a divine insect.
Minamoto-no-Raikou:
There is no need to hold back.
Show me and Master your power!
Sakata Kintoki:
Haha! What are you talking about, Boss Raikou?
That's just the spirit heading into war!
Sakata Kintoki:
It's just a festival, so there's no need to go all out...
Minamoto-no-Raikou:
No. That won't do. That won't do at all, Kintoki.
Ushiwakamaru:
You speak the truth, my ancestor!
I shall take the heads of all our enemies!
Benkei:
If Lord Ushiwaka says so, I shall do the same!
I'll rip the head off one enemy after another!
Sakata Kintoki:
Guys, that ain't what we're here for!
No murders and no decapitations!
Sakata Kintoki:
No killing! No death! Yes, Olympia!
Minamoto-no-Raikou:
No, that won't do at all! If we're going to do this, we must be thorough! Otherwise we'll lose, Kintoki!
Sakata Kintoki:
We do not! Why are you so riled up, Raikou?
Shuten-Douji:
...Hehe. Looks like everyone's here.
Goodness me, too much time on their hands...
Shuten-Douji:
Perhaps the lineup is better than expected...
Yes, very well. Let's play with them.
Ibaraki-Douji:
Leave it to me, Shuten! No matter how many of these human heroes there are, it makes no difference!
Ibaraki-Douji:
Or rather, the more there are, the more my flames will burn in excitement. The festival of Olympia will be child's play.
Ibaraki-Douji:
I'm told they use a flame in that festival.
If they do, then I shall add it to my Sougenbi!
Shuten-Douji:
The Olympic flame, was it?
I don't think they've got any of that here.
Shuten-Douji:
Oh, and Ibaraki. If you want to come up with evil plans,
I don't think it's a good idea to say them in front of Master.
Ibaraki-Douji:
Hmm. I see. I'm not sure what to do then.
Hmm...
Ibaraki-Douji:
I'll call off my evil plan!
But for now, I'm staying with you, Shuten!
Shuten-Douji:
Do what you want. More importantly, are we...
Shuten-Douji:
Are we on your side, Master?
Or are we enemies?
Shuten-Douji:
...If we're enemies, my bad! Heheh.
Mash:
Everyone's really excited in their own way!
Mash:
This is going to be a fun festival, Senpai.
I can't wait!
Fujimaru 1:
Let's go get a bunch of medals!
Fujimaru 2:
Let's make it a fun festival.
Mash:
Right, Senpai! We'll have lots of fun!