[h1][center][color=9e0b0f][b]Matsunaga Hisoka[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][center]Basement of an old farmhouse, West Field, Fuyuki[/center][/h2]
Hisoka sat on a wooden chair, leaning forward and examining recently completed summoning circle that had laid before him. As he took a rag to wipe the blood clean from his hands, he took a few moments to recollect what exactly he did to prepare for the war. To prepare for this exact day.

Four years ago, the Command Seals appeared on his hand. It was then Hisoka had resolved to return home to his family estate in Osaka in order to prepare for the coming war. Once home, he had begun to do his research on heroes of myth and yore, important figures of history, and many warriors and magi of the past. Within the time he had prepared for the war, he had gained an interest in learning to emulate some of the skills the heroes of the past had accomplished. He had learned to ride on a horse, to shoot with a bow, and to duel with a sword. 

Forty seven months ago, Hisoka had returned to his old Karate dojo in Osaka in order to complete his training. He had almost finished his training in order to attain the rank of Shodan before he had left many years ago to accomplish his work abroad. Despite being a prodigy at his martial arts, he was still the subject of light abuse and had to help around the dojo by his Sensei, in order to make up for 'lost time.' This had gone on until a mere few weeks before the beginning of the war.

Thirty months ago, Hisoka had finally pinpointed the location of the [i]Gaoling Mausoleum of Wei,[/i] within Xigaoxue Village, in the Henan Province of China. He sought the tomb of a well-known, oft romanticized tyrant, in order to obtain an item connecting to the aforementioned tyrant. The tomb, however, had already been robbed before he got there, and all he did find was stone tablet, bearing the inscription "King Wu of Wei."

Fourty seven months ago, Hisoka had returned to his old Karate dojo in Osaka in order to complete his training. He had almost finished his training in order to attain the rank of Shodan before he had left many years ago to accomplish his work abroad. Despite being a prodigy at his martial arts, he was still the subject of light abuse and had to help around the dojo by his Sensei, in order to make up for 'lost time.'

Eighteen months ago, Hisoka had made sure to get the rest of his logistics in order, purchasing a few reagents in order to use for various rituals, including to summon his Servant for the Holy Grail War, such as office equipment and lab tools for both mundane uses and to study different signs of Magecraft. He had also made sure to stock up on ammo for his sniper rifle, an unscoped PSG1.

Sixteen months ago, Hisoka had made contact with an American arms dealer in order to find himself a firearm suited more for medium to close ranges. He was shown a prototype of an improved model of the Korean DP51 handgun currently in development by a new, unknown firearms manufacturer not made to release until approximately eight years later, known as the Lionheart LH9. After trying the pistol out, he was impressed with its performance. He decided to purchase two of these pistols.

One year ago, Hisoka had come into contact with a family friend of the Matsunagas who owned property in the Northwest part of Fuyuki. He utilized the rest of his funds in order to purchase this estate to use it for his base of operations.

Two weeks ago, Hisoka had finally achieved the rank of Shodan in Kyokushin Karate.

Three days ago, Hisoka had settled in to the estate, which happened to be a small farmhouse, complete with an even smaller storage shed, and basement.

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A few moments ago, Hisoka had gathered the proper reagents, including fresh chicken blood, to use for the ritual. He formed the summoning circle within his basement, placing the relic, the stone tablet, into the center of the circle.

Hisoka stood up after gathering his thoughts, putting his hand out, and preparing to commence the ritual.

[center][color=ed1c24]"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill..."[/color][/center]

He had continued to say the incantations as the light from the summoning circle suddenly filled the once dim basement. Winds originating from the Circle began to blow away the gathered dust and cobwebs. Hisoka had also added a verse, in Mandarin.

[center][color=ed1c24][i]"The sage pauses when guests call, so at his feet the empire does fall!"[/i][/color][/center]

Hisoka had hoped that those lines may also aid in summoning his desired servant, should the stone tablet not be enough. The results of his labor, however, will appear before him after the brightened light of the summoning circle dims, and a Heroic Spirit appears...

[@Psyker Landshark]