Fates Supports/Ryoma Mozu
Mozu: There we go! It's really starting to simmer now.
Ryoma: What do you have on the stove, Mozu?
Mozu: Oh! Well, if it isn't Lord Ryoma. Right now I'm fixing some soup to warm all our bones.
Ryoma: I see. It looks delicious, I must say. I didn't know you were a skilled cook.
Mozu: Aw, it's nothing a prince like you ought to take notice of. Anyway, this is pretty much the most I can do to help the army out.
Ryoma: What do you mean by that?
Mozu: I don't have any fancy fighting moves like the rest of you folks... And I'm no tactician, neither. So I want to help with the things I DO know how to do. And that's cooking...
Ryoma: It's an admirable stance to take, to be certain. But you needn't be so humble.
Mozu: I dunno...it's just...
Ryoma: What would you say, then, if I offered to train you myself?
Mozu: What? No. No way. I couldn't— I can't be wasting your time training me, Lord Ryoma! You've got too much to do around the camp as it is!
Ryoma: If you won't accept training, Mozu, then yes, you will be too weak to fight. I'm giving you an opportunity to push past the barrier you believe holds you back.
Mozu: Lord Ryoma...
Ryoma: I see strength in you, Mozu. You are the only survivor of a brutal attack on your village. That speaks of a fierce determination to survive. I believe you can be trained.
Mozu: Even so, I... Aw, OK. I'll show you—and myself, I guess—I've got what it takes. Thanks, Lord Ryoma!
Ryoma: We'll have you in fighting shape in no time.
Ryoma: That's enough for now, Mozu. You've earned a short break.
Mozu: *pant* *pant* Whew! I can't believe the rest of you folks train this hard every single day.
Ryoma: You've nearly got the hang of it, Mozu. If anything, you're acclimating to the routine faster than I expected.
Mozu: I guess I can't be that bad if you say so, Lord Ryoma.
Ryoma: You'll feel the improvements start to show in no time, I expect.
Mozu: This still kinda feels like a dream. Some no-name farm girl like me getting personal attention from the prince...
Ryoma: That matters less than you think.
Ryoma: It doesn't matter if you're a villager or a nobleman, so long as you want peace. If you want it strongly enough, you could grow to be more powerful than myself.
Mozu: I don't think that's gonna happen. But you know what? I feel like it COULD. I gotta hand it to you, Lord Ryoma. You're pretty persuasive when you want to be.
Ryoma: Haha, am I? Thank you.
Mozu: I've got a long way to go, so will you keep training me?
Ryoma: Yes, of course. Whenever you want.
Mozu: Thanks a bunch!
Mozu: Hey, Lord Ryoma! You got a minute? I wanted to give you something...
Ryoma: Of course, Mozu. What is it?
Mozu: Heh, well, since you've been putting in so much work training me lately... I made you some soup.
Ryoma: Oh, really? Thank you.
Mozu: All the folks back home loved it, so you know it's good! Here you go! Eat up!
Ryoma: Thank you. *slurp* *sip* Oh! This is very good. I'd rank it among the finest soups I've ever tasted.
Mozu: I'm glad you like it.
Ryoma: Like it? I'm entranced by it. This is really first-rate soup, Mozu.
Mozu: Heh! I didn't think a fancy nobleman would have such simple tastes.
Ryoma: Do I? Hmm.
Mozu: I like watching people eat my cooking. Maybe if things ever get back to normal, I might open a restaurant or something.
Mozu: Oh! Sorry, was that too heavy? I didn't mean to bring you down.
Ryoma: No, you just struck a chord with me. I want to return peace to this world as well.
Mozu: I think that's what we all want.
Ryoma: The fruits of your training are starting to show. Let's keep up the good fight, hmm? I'll do everything within my power to see that your wish comes true.
Mozu: Gosh! I'd better step things up too, then!
Ryoma: That's the spirit!
Ryoma: What's cooking in the cauldron today?
Mozu: Oh, just more of the soup I made for you the other day. It's a hit with the soldiers, that's for sure! I wish I knew how they found out about it...
Ryoma: That's simple enough. I told them.
Mozu: What?! You did?
Ryoma: Yes. I didn't think they'd make such a commotion of it. I'm truly sorry.
Mozu: No, it's not a problem.
Ryoma: There's probably little I can do to make up for it now, but I'll help however I can.
Mozu: I-I'm fine. I couldn't ask a prince for help with the soup...
Ryoma: I told you that station in life doesn't matter to me. We're all together in this. It stands to reason that we'd help one another out.
Ryoma: I must say, I hope my title isn't a problem for you.
Ryoma: I may be the high prince of Hoshido, but...I'm very fond of you, Mozu.
Mozu: What?! YOU like ME? Did I hear you right?
Ryoma: I was touched at your passion, both in cooking soup and training with me. As we spent time together, it seemed sillier to let social standing keep us apart.
Mozu: Even if that's true, do you really think we're a good match?
Ryoma: Who's to say? I like you, Mozu.
Mozu: Well, if it doesn't bother you, I'd be a fool to let it bother me, huh! I like you too, Lord Ryoma. And if I'm the one you want, I'll give you everything I have.
Ryoma: I was going to offer you the same. I hope you'll stay by my side henceforth.
Mozu: Wild horses couldn't drag me away!