In order to reach the area of Shinto that they had started off towards, a certain pair that could only be characterized by their inexperience had passed through the graveyard, the cleanest path that avoided being noticed by others. 

However, in this case, that decision to head for Shinto instead of the church on a hill could only be called a mistake.
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[center][h2]Unknown Berserker[/h2]
Foreigner's Graveyard
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Muramasa would feel it before he saw it. The presence of a Servant. And, once he felt its presence, so too did it feel his presence. The previously-distant figure immediately grew closer, approaching at a speed that only a Servant could enter the realms of. 

Something was wrong. Not the magus, but the Servant could feel that something was wrong. Horribly wrong. Transcendentally wrong. Terrifyingly wrong. 

This was not the mere worry that "a powerful enemy approached". This was something that shouldn't have been possible. 

Fear. It was fear, but it wasn't fear that originated in his blood as a human. His blood as a human didn't seem to feel anything wrong.

His blood as an oni, though, was screaming. Bellowing, roaring, shrieking at him. 

You'll die.

You'll die.

You'll die.

Run away. Run away. Run away. This thing is wrong it's wrong it's wrong. It shouldn't exist. You cannot hope to resist this thing. You will be utterly destroyed. You will be unmade. You will be returned unto the dust from whence you came. 

Slaughterer. Conqueror. No, it's too weak. How is it weak but this terrifying. What did it do how many did it cut a path through how how [b]how[/b]---

[color=ed1c24]"...oh, damn. You're not him. I felt a Servant on my way over, so I thought it might be him, but I guess not. Damn, damn, damn. That kinda pisses me off, ya know? Got my hopes up, thought I'd get to start playing with him before night."[/color]

Standing before the Master and Servant, she appeared.