[H1]Ukatan Church[/H1]
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Hao sat in upright position on the front pew of his church. Ukatan church was constructed during World War I and was a veritable relic. It's stone structure was jammed with invading moss and spider web like cracks, while its inside had not been renovated for more than ten years. Modern amenities barely functioned within the decaying church, and its solemn place on the outskirts of the town surrounded by thick forest gave it an ominous and disturbing aura, as if goading church goers to enter its bounds and be swallowed up by the wilderness. Stained glass reflected the dying sundown light in rays of blood, soaking the interior of the church in a horrid glaze. The air in the church was damp and musky, the type of air that left an acrid aftertaste. Hao gazed at his right arm. With frock sleeve rolled up, Hao could see every nuance of his right arm. Its heavy musculature solid and dense like stone with scars riddling its body to give testament to Hao's experience, and most importantly to Hao, the presence of several pointed black streaks that looked much like tattoos. Command seals that the overseer possessed to keep the war in good course. These would dictate how the war was balanced and sustained, and of course, could provide the catalyst for the war's upturning. 

Hao ran a finger through the curvature of his arm, all the while contemplating the future. The grail war was under his supervision. The war that promised a wish to its winner. Perhaps this would be the way to achieve the goal. The goal Hao had set in his eyes with determination deviant from norm in more ways than one. Regardless, the methods by which Hao would achieve his goals would be painted in the shadows of the mirth that laid over this supposed war. All masters had to register to Hao to confirm their status in the war, and within Hao's church no servants would enter. Hao's combat capacity far outshone that of the other masters, but of course servants would defeat him with mild effort. Even so, Hao was considerably trained enough to be atleast able to react and defensively maneuver against a servant, albeit with an inevitable loss. Unless Hao used his trump cards. But those were limited time things, and best left until later. When few masters and their servants were left. 

Thoughts circulating in a swirl of organized planning and rumination, Hao the neutral overseer of this war awaited the first conflicts.