"This was absolutely hilarious!"
"If Saber found out, he'd probably say something like, 'Have you lost your mind?'"
"They'd definitely get angry! Of course they'd go mad! After all—I am the Heroic Spirit Swordmaster Berserker!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka struggled into a sitting position and glanced at his wrist—the part he had sprained while struggling had already been wrapped in a bandage to stop the bleeding. Without a doubt, Shuten Douji had done this.
"You noticed? That's right, I bandaged it for you, you know? I used bleached strips of cloth, and I carefully controlled my strength so I wouldn't crush your bones. How does it feel?"
"Come now, let me see if it's bruised—pfft. If the wound rots after being bandaged, that'd be even funnier!"
—That said.
Though Shuten Douji looked completely deranged, Fujimaru Ritsuka's wound had indeed been bandaged.
Even if Shuten Douji herself had caused that wound.
". . . Thank you."
After staring at the white cloth around his wrist for several seconds, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly raised his head and sincerely said those words to Shuten Douji.
Those words made Shuten Douji's entire body stiffen.
Shuten Douji's expression turned—somewhat ugly, somewhat confused.
"You said—thank you?"
"You're thanking me?"
She forced a smile onto her strange face.
"My, my, what a strange child. Well then, you're welcome. To think you'd thank an oni just because she acted on a whim."
"Anyway, don't worry about that. After this, we're going to fight to the death, aren't we?"
"You mean you'll eat me later?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked with a frown.
"No, no."
Shuten Douji hurriedly waved her hands, that somewhat eerie smile still on her face.
"Didn't Miss Black Rope say so? She'll be waiting for you at the summit. Even the worst villains, or whatever else they may be—even us