Gregory’s return trip was nearly as uneventful as the outbound one…save for a little incident that saw him beaten to a pulp by a huge Nazi soldier that showed up out of nowhere. I’m sorry, Gregory, but I couldn’t allow the whole thing to be that much easier for you than it was for Indy. That little bit of pain is probably also going to make the whole trip stick in your memory more…and that really should be the case for a quest for the Holy Grail, especially a successful one.
And Maru-maru likely knew that. Fortunately he’s a ronin, so he doesn’t need to feel bothered by standing aside and sending somebody else forward into danger. Not that that ever bothered his old master Oda, anyway, despite him being a samurai. But a ronin even gets to relax and drink tea while sending somebody else into danger, while a samurai would have needed to look conflicted and look forlornly toward the horizon at the very least. And going on to subtly diss the guy you sent into danger is definitely something only a ronin gets to do, even Oda wouldn’t have done something like that.
Meanwhile, Coachy McCoachface is increasingly impressed by his own leadership…during his tenure as the head of World War Death, the organization has already seen a large increase in its budget plus a very major upgrade to the nature of its victory trophy. Coachy isn’t entirely sure how he has contributed to these windfalls, but he’s quite convinced that he deserves most of the credit for them…he is, after all, a typical sports coach, and they all are like this.
More on Monday.