Fate/Stay BERSERK

Ch 8

"Your doing it wrong."

"AH!"

Mordred cried out as he regained his stance. Arthur and Leondegrance made camp for the night. But instead of resting like everyone else, Mordred was stuck with training. His opponents: Random men Guts picked out. Mordred could barley hold his own against these men, who were no doubt as tired as he was. They weren't wearing armor however, allowing them to be swifter, an advantage that Mordred would have also possessed if he took off his armor.

To add insult to injury, the random men weren't even wearing leather training armor. They were only wearing their tunics.

"WHY YOU!!" Mordred, in a fit of rage, charged the one in front of him. As he closed the distance, three men charged from the sides and behind Mordred. Using their wooden spears, they landed their attacks simultaneously on Mordred's torso. "GAGHH!" Mordred cried out as he hit the ground, sword falling out of his hand.

"Ugh..." Guts sighed as he scratched his chin as he slouched down on the trunk he was sitting on. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch of coins and held it up, with an annoyed expression. Merlin appeared behind him, snatched the pouch out of his hands, leaned down and kissed Guts's cheek, before disappearing with a giggle.

Normally he'd be annoyed, loosing a bet too Merlin of all people and having to suffer her 'pranks'. But watching Mordred loose again and again, only made him sad. Especially since he was betting with his beer money.

"That's enough."

"W-what?!" Mordred hissed as he slowly pushed himself up, sweat falling out of the eye sockets of his helmet. He looked at Guts who stood up, reached into his pocket and threw a smaller pouch than the one he gave Merlin at the men, who caught it with a smile on their face.

"Gees, thanks sir!" The one who caught it cheered before turning around and returning to the campsite. "Come on guys! Free drinks!"

Mordred couldn't believe it. Guts not only made bets with the flower mage, but also the common soldiers as well?! He shook in anger as the men passed him, staring at Guts who only shook his head and looked up at the evening sky as a pregnant silence formed.

"Come here tomorrow." Guts said calmly as he looked back at Mordred. "Wear your armor or not, I don't care. But bring your sword."

"What are you-?" Mordred stopped as Guts walked past him, not even bothering to look at him. Mordred watched as he left, disappearing into the crowd of soldiers and tents. Mordred took in a deep breath before picking up his sword and hesitated before walking back into the campsite.

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The next morning.
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Mordred walked through the campsite. As always, covered in armor and sword in hand. It was early in the morning and the sun had barley risen. He passed by the sleeping soldiers and some guards who were taking off their armor and trying to get rest after keeping watch all night.

Mordred had awakened earlier in the morning, doing the mandatory pushups and sit-ups he has been doing since he could pick up a sword. He was ready for the training session today. Instead of blocking the attacks, he will destroy weapons. Instead of not hurting his opponents, he'd send them to the medics! And then he would challenge Guts, and when he defeated the brute, he'd finally be at his ******'s side and get the respect he deserves! Oh yes, HE WAS READY FOR-!

"Glad you made it."

Mordred stooped in his tracks, looking around to make sure he arrived in the right place before staring in disbelief.