[ It wasn't enough that he simply could no longer just fire pure prana from the Maou Gun, or that he lacked the strength any longer to just hold it one handed like he had been, it was more that without all of the awe-inspiring fearsome power behind it, the damn thing felt more like an annoying chore to use than what it had been, and it was obvious Kipposhi was quickly growing frustrated. At the training grounds, he found himself dropping the heavy arquebus to the ground and letting out a prolonged scream of rage. ]

What is the point of having me here if I can't use any of that power!? What kind of magus intentionally limits what their Servants can do?!

[ Which, of course, the trainers were still trying to assure him that was not, in fact, the case, and that whatever summoning "rules" he'd been used to didn't work here, but that just made him grab the gun again and wave it menacingly at them. ]

How dare you patronize the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, you bastards! I ought to burn this whole place to the ground!

[ By the time he was in the room again, he was calmed down at least a little bit, but it was obvious from his expression that he still wasn't happy with the situation, drinking from some canned soft drink he'd found in the fridge and just idly scrolling through the channels on the tv while huffing. ]

Hey, you. [ He turns to his roomate, pointing with the hand holding the drink. ]

The hell do you make of all of this, huh? I'm not unfamiliar with this multiple worlds thing, but this isn't exactly how I'm used to it working.

[ Don't mind the giant gun sitting in the bed beside him. It's fine. Probably. ]

[ Now this was more like it! Obviously Kipposhi, being himself, had sided with the war-interested parties, even if he hadn't taken to any spelunking or mining. He was, after all, a Heroic Spirit, and he knew his kind were only called for one purpose; fighting and killing. He didn't harbor any grander illusions about what his purpose was in this world. If this world needed the Great Unifier, the conquering Fool of Owari who blazed across Japan and carved his name into history by steel and fire, then that's what they were going to get.

And this minotaur was the first, perfect test of his ability here. So he had some limitations to work with? That was fine. He'd won plenty of battles from a point of disadvantage. ]

Time to show this boo-hooing bovine what he gets for attacking the Demon King! [ Kipposhi roared as he pushed himself out of the rubble of the building he'd been in, turning to face another survivor of the attack. ]

You there. Back me up. I'm about to show this guy a Fool's war!

[ Which meant he was probably about to do something very stupid. ]

What, so I just, like... hold your hand or something?

[ Kipposhi was particularly talented at waging (reckless, almost idiotic) war, but this kind of thing was pretty outside his wheelhouse. It was shown by the way he kind of just stared at his 'buddy', cheeks quickly darkening. ]

H-hang on, just... like give me a minute, alright? This is kind of personal, isn't it? We gotta, like... be in the right headspace for it!

[ He wasn't going to reject the idea outright. Alliances were important. But he never had to spend an hour holding Tokugawa's hand... Not that he likely would have ultimately minded. But still, he can't help but feel awkward. Demon Kings were, after all, not the hand holding type. ]

[ got an idea that doesn't particularly fit these prompts? hit me up! i'm down for basically anything, so hold nothing back, yo ]