Fates Supports/Azama Mozu

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C Support

Azama: Well, well, if it isn't Mozu. How are you doing today?

Mozu: Oh no! You're that Azama fellow. Stay away from me! Don't come over here!

Azama: Why? What are you so scared of?

Mozu: I've heard more stories and rumors about you than I can count. Everyone knows how you like to tease folks for your own amusement. You're the most notorious monk in this whole country!

Azama: Hmm. I had no idea my reputation was so bad these days. I'm utterly shocked.

Mozu: It's the truth. So you leave me be. I know you'll end up calling me a bumpkin or something.

Azama: Interesting. I've graduated to becoming notorious... How delightful. I'm pleased that you let me know. Thanks, Mozu.

Mozu: What kind of weirdo is happy to hear about their terrible reputation? I'm gonna skedaddle before you can get your claws into me!

(Mozu leaves)

Azama: Mozu? Hmm, she ran away. What an interesting person.

B Support

Azama: Fancy seeing you. What a pleasant surprise.

Mozu: Eeek! Azama, what are you doing here?!

Azama: Oh, I thought we could continue our conversation from the other day. You're too much fun to resist.

Mozu: Well you and I don't have the same idea of fun, obviously. This sure doesn't feel like a happy coincidence to me...

Azama: Hahaha, good comeback!

Mozu: Oh gosh, I don't know what to do.

Azama: Say, how did you think I was going to make fun of you, anyway?

Mozu: H-how? Umm, since I'm just a country girl, I figured you would poke fun at the way I talk. Maybe call me a scaredy-cat. Or you could say my clothes are threadbare and crummy. I don't know—something like that I guess.

Azama: Interesting. Well that certainly gives me a lot of ammunition. Thanks!

Mozu: Oh shoot! I went and told you about all my stupid insecurities. This is terrible...

Azama: Well if you don't want to get a good ribbing from me, you better run!

Mozu: You don't have to tell me twice! I'm getting out of here!

(Mozu leaves)

Azama: You're not getting away that easy! Wait up, Mozu!

A Support

Mozu: *huff* *puff*

Azama: Hahaha! What's wrong, Mozu? Getting tired already? I'm just hitting my stride! You better hustle, or I'm going to catch up with you!

Mozu: *wheeze* Can't...keep...going. My legs feel like rubber. Please, show some mercy, Azama! C'mon, you're a monk!

Azama: Ha, no way!

Mozu: *huff* *puff* I don't know what I expected to hear. Hey, why aren't you saying anything mean yet? You're just chasing me around like a crazy person. You aren't being sarcastic at all!

Azama: It was way funnier to watch you freak out. There was no point in making fun of you. I'm just going with the flow.

Mozu: Wh-what?! You mean you were never gonna be a jerk to me in the first place?

Azama: It's the truth! I'm not sure who's spreading these terrible rumors about me... I'm not into making simple, vicious jokes. I like to be deliberate with my remarks. Sure, sometimes I say things that might sting a little bit. But I don't say cruel things to try and bring people down.

Mozu: Oh... Listen. I'm sorry, Azama. Maybe I took those rumors the wrong way.

Azama: There's no need to apologize. I don't mind. In fact, I kind of enjoy my reputation as a prankster.

Mozu: In any case, you're certainly a strange one. What kind of nutcase chases people around and around in circles?

Azama: Come on, admit that you were having a little bit of fun. If you ask me, I'd say we both came out in a better place.

Mozu: You're a little crazy. But heck, maybe you're right too.

S Support

Azama: Why, Mozu. Hello.

Mozu: There you are. I've been looking all over for you, Azama.

Azama: What is it?

Mozu: I wanted to apologize to you.

Azama: Oh? For what?

Mozu: See...at first I thought the worst of you because of those rumors floating around. Your habit of embellishing everything made it sound like you were a real terror. But now I see that you just like to amuse yourself in strange ways.

Azama: Ah. Well, don't trouble yourself over it. It's my own fault. It's not as though I cultivate a particularly cuddly image, after all.

Mozu: Well, if you say so. Thanks, Azama. Oh! That reminds me! There was something else I wanted to thank you for. While I was thinking about all this, I decided to talk to some of the townsfolk. They seemed to pretty much agree with what I said about you. And in the end, I wound up making a few new friends by chatting with folks.

Azama: Oh? I see...

Mozu: So, in an odd way, I got to meet some mighty fine people—all thanks to you!

Azama: Well, I'm glad that things are going well for you. But I'm feeling a little sad...

Mozu: Huh? Why is that?

Azama: Even though I was being a nuisance, the truth is, I just wanted to be close to you. And instead you just made a bunch of new friends. I can't help but be jealous.

Mozu: What do you mean about being closer?

Azama: It's embarrassing. That's why I didn't try to make myself clear. The truth is, I really like you.

Mozu: A-Azama! Are you serious? This must be one of your infamous jokes.

Azama: I promise, it's not. I'm being honest. This is hard to admit, but I'm pretty taken with you. There's just something about you I find oddly irresistible. What do you think? Am I crazy?

Mozu: Well, maybe a little bit. But I gotta admit, I like you too. The truth is, I wasn't scared when you were chasing me around. I was caught up. It was exciting, almost like when you're a little kid.

Azama: Hahaha, I had the exact same feeling.

Mozu: I just couldn't be happier, Azama. I bet the folks from the village will be pleased too.

Azama: Well of course they will be. Say, why don't we go back to where your village was. We could chant some sutras in remembrance of their spirits.