[Shiulang He, Da Woods, Southern end of water body running through the big bridge]
Shiulang trudged through foliage and greenery with a solid and constant pace. His walking movements were precise and controlled, without a single wasted movement. An almost inhuman precision that not many would realize when first observing Shiulang. The scene around Shiulang was the very picture of peace. Songbirds lulled out their soothing melodies, and a gentle, cool and pervasive breeze lightly caressed the landscape, swaying verdant growths ever so slightly. Mild sunlight streamed in through the little crevices created by the patchwork ceiling of thickly interwined tree branches, while cool shadows projected from the bulky trunks provided a cool and comforting temperature. The earth was soft, the dirt compact but unresistant. Fauna ran amid flora, chattering their forest language while providing to the picturesque environment of natural harmony. No human voices littered this silent respite of mother earth, and the natural stillness felt as if no human had set foot in this patch of forest in years. 

A lovely little plot of nature Shiulang was within indeed, it was almost as if it were in an entirely different world form the bustling city life of Fuyuki. Among such natural beauty, Shiulang found irony in that he was here to prepare for a violent blood bath. Shiulang wandered aimlessly, simply strolling around until he found a reasonable scene to set up camp so to say. Within ten minutes, Shiulang found the perfect location: A deep impression, almost like a pit, sinking fifteen feet below ground in a sharp slope. Possibly created by an earthquake many hundreds of years ago, it was an oddity amid the relatively flat surface of the forest. It was placed deep within the forest in near proximity to the water body that flowed beside it, but still covered by peering eyes through thick undergrowth and tree patterns that provided a visual obscuring wall. Shiulang peered down the sloping pit, seeing a little flat plain at the bottom, overgrown with thick grass and plant life. 

It was a secluded spot fit for both the summoning of his servant and for meditation. Shiulang unstrapped the elongated approximately two meter briefcase from his back and placed it horizontally on his arms. His right arm had a formidably packed but mobile suit case hooked on, with his left having an equivalent counterpart, and with all this paraphernalia, Shiulang jumped into the pit. He landed heavily onto the ground, but the noise was muffled by the soft earth and forest greenery. Shiulang carefully placed his long, rectangular briefcase propped up on the wall of earth that stood to his back, and opened his suitcase. Inside was nothing but a huge sleeping bag that had been packed in impossibly tight into the suitcase. Shiulang pulled out the sleeping bag and gently stretched it out on the ground. The sleeping bag had an overstuffed compartment at it's front, which Shiulang unzipped. A tarp oozed out of its expended confines, as well as the beginnings of four stretches of rope. 

-10 min later-
Shiulang admired his handiwork. The tarp was held in place at four ends by makeshift hook supports created from the ropes and four iron hooks. On top of this tarp Shiulang laid down his sleeping bag, with it's many contents spilled out beside it in a neat pile. Almost eighty percent of the pile was an assortment of cheap foods that only needed heat and water to eat, a camping burner and kettle, a small pot, and some utensils. The right suitcase was opened, revealing various documents and papers neatly lamented - the profiles of all the known masters with all the information Shiulang was able to get. The left suitcase contained a blackened sword hilt crumbling with age, surrounded by various tools to shape basic familiars and such. 

It was time to camp out the Holy Grail War.