D1 - P1
[h2]Nanaya Saizou, Master of Assassin
Just Outside of the Church Grounds[/h2]

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The young officer stopped midstep, the burn on the back of his hand taking him away from his idle thoughts of logistics. They were, of course, the most minor form of logistics, concerned with more social things rather than warfare. He intended to purchase some food from a market while it was still morning fresh, a humble gift to the members of the 'team' he now found himself apart of. This, of course, included his Servant. They did not need to eat, but it did not mean they could not. He would be a poor host if he did not at least offer. 

Those thoughts would have to wait, though. 

It did not take a magus to put together what the burn meant, as he approached the church. Although young, he had partaken in the many battlefields spreading across Eastern Hubei in his short time as a soldier, and fought his fair share of unnatural foe. One might even say that was his very purpose in life. As such, with that experience, he dared not take another step forward.

Saizou took a pace back. 

The burning halted. That was all he needed to know. He had likely been a blip on the radar of the other party. The officer was alone, where the potential adversary could have been numerous. While the Church was meant to be neutral ground, such things had been violated in the past. No, he would not go into that situation alone.

Saizou reached out to his Servant. 

He disliked the term Servant. The intent of it was clear to him, but the actual use of the word was, nonetheless, distasteful based on the relationship between the Master and the Servant. While the Master was intended to be the party with the 'power', this was quite clearly not the case. Servants were only reliant on their Master for as long as they required a consistent source of power. 

In every other respect, the Servant was the powerful one. Command Seals had their worth, yes, but Saizou knew a thing or to about moving quickly, and if his understanding of Servants was correct, it was safe to say they were even faster than him. 

One could not say how successful an undesirable command would be if the aforementioned Servant is within proximity of the one issuing the command. 

Rather than take the approach of a summoner and their familiar, he would instead approach their relationship as partners. He had as much made it clear upon summoning her.
 
Through their connection, he tried to make a few ideas known; Danger, concern, and something akin to [i]'I would really appreciate a hand, if you're not busy'[/i].

To the point and honest, and without a lick of pride. Saizou was no magus, he would be candid with those around him, nor was he so arrogant to think that his pride meant anything before the mission. If that meant calling on his Servant at the first sign of a possible scuffle? Boy howdy you could bet he was going to do that. While Saizou could easily leave the matter to the Overseer, he would not take risks. 

An opportunity to gather information had presented itself to him, and he would take it. Rather than charging at the threat head first, he'd remove himself from the situation - if only momentarily - until his own Servant arrived. 

The uniformed lad turned on his heel, and made some more space between him and the Church, bringing a hand up to tilt the visor of his hat down somewhat. He blended in perfectly with the city, a simple officer on patrol through the quieter parts of town.

Secure the grail. Secure the wish. The mission started here.