[the sound of shooting, and a blast]
…There. Now it is at about a tenth of its original power.
Gudao, I acknowledge you as my Master, but this does not mean I have sworn my loyalty to you.
The most important thing in the world to attain victory, is trust. By fighting together, I have come to know you better.
Yet, that is not enough. Thus, I shall give you a trial, Master.
The test is simple. Overcome three battles by my side. In the meantime, I will obey your every command.
Conversely, I will do nothing that you do not command. Show me how you might wield me as a weapon…
Do you understand?
…Ah, of course, I do not object to the aid of other Servants.
Good luck to you.
No time to waste — the enemy advances. They are trivial foes I would normally dispatch with ease.
Master, I hope your battle plan is as elegant and swift as I would be. Now, then…
Hm. Adequate. It isn’t so bad to stop thinking and simply let myself be controlled.
Of course, it would be remiss of you to grow arrogant over a few small fry. Our next foes are somewhat formidable.
You must defeat typically troublesome enemies without difficulty. If you cannot at least manage this much, you are unfit to be a commander.
…Don’t worry. At the very least, your life is in no danger.
I, Arjuna, swear it to be so. Now, let us fight.
[battle against some enemies and a dragon]
Excellent. Master, I can find no fault with your leadership abilities.
Now, for your final trial. Fix your eyes upon the greatest foes we will face next–
In other words, I prepared Servants for us to fight. Neither intelligent nor beastly, they are nonetheless unmistakably heroic beings recognized by the world.
I must triumph. No matter how mighty my opponent, I must obtain a brilliant victory.
……No, rather, we must be victorious.
I will be a silent arrow. Master, you will point me at those you would call enemy, and slay them.
Such is the ideal bond between Servant and Master. Let us begin, Master.
[battle against shadow Servants]
—-Very well. I knew you were truly qualified to be a Master. You are worthy of all my trust, and my weapons.
The name of my bow is Agni Gandiva, Howl of the Fire God. It is a boon from the God of Fire, a godsbow by which nothing in this world cannot be brought low.
We will appreciate its true worth in the battles to come.
Heh. “Just what the doctor ordered,” is the saying here, yes? Bear witness to the true meaning of flames!
Scatter to dust, in the inferno of Agni!
…No, that still isn’t enough.
O Shiva, God of Destruction, mete heavenly punishment with thy power!
[you’re in a wasteland]
How was that, Master? Actually, you don’t need to say anything.
I have demonstrated my true strength. Together, my weapons and Noble Phantasms are the ultimate power.
You may proudly boast of me as the mightiest Servant of all.
The forest turned into a wasteland…
It seems I got slightly carried away. I apologize.