[h1]Cao Cao[/h1]

[h3]Basement of an old farmhouse, West Field, Fuyuki[/h3]

In the dusty basement, a blue-robed man opened his eyes, rising from his kneeling stance as knowledge filled his mind. Knowledge of the era he was in, of the conflict he was slated to participate in, and of what his assigned role was...[i]Servant Assassin?![/i] Why? This was absurd. There had only been one instance in his life and legend where he attempted to be a stealthy killer, and he'd failed miserably. 

The Servant knew instinctually that he had been summoned in the Class least suited to himself. If he had been summoned as Rider or Saber, the situation would be different, but the Noble Phantasm he had incarnated with...no, he could make do with this. There was no point in lamenting over a circumstance he could not control. He would simply have to accept it and use what was available to him. For his wish. For the land governed by reason and truth that his successors had utterly failed to achieve. 

His land, the land now known as China, had undergone centuries of the same cycle of golden ages and eras of chaos. The world may have advanced, but people remained emotional, illogical, and fallible. The people had not changed. And they never would with incompetent men appointed to guide them. 

This was why he had entered this War. To achieve the same dream that he'd had from the beginning. 

"Servant Assassin." The man uttered in a rich baritone. "Are you the man who is to be my Master?"