D1 - P1
[h2]Nanaya Saizou, Master of Assassin
Just Outside of the Church Grounds[/h2]
[@Gracefully]
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Saizou's head tilted slightly at the sight of someone leaving the church, who was not one of the Masters he had been informed of from the German's side. Odd coincidence, to feel a Master nearby at the same time as this occurring. If he waited for a minute, he would likely have Assassin to support him. But if he waited a minute, he might lose the opportunity to meet the Overseer and avoid the enemy Master. 

Well, he wasn't going to tell Assassin something he couldn't follow up on.

[i]'I am afraid I cannot promise anything, Assassin. I will try.'[/i]

What to think about the Servant he had summoned? She was, arguably, the ideal Servant for him to work with in terms of her abilities. An exceptional spy. A mankiller. There was certainly value in overwhelming strength, but it did not feel appropriate for this setting. Wars were not on might alone, and if this were to be one, then they would have need of her skills as an Assassin. 

Personality wise? It was not really his place to judge. If he was to judge, however, he would say her personality did not necessarily mesh with his own on paper. It did, in the fact that he was willing to work with her despite that, but it was as clear as day that she did not regard him as an equal. That fact did not upset him, but it did give him something to consider. How would he amend that? Was it even possible to amend that issue? Was it necessary?

Thoughts for another time. 

He approached, his movements and expression betraying nothing beyond a strict posture. The burn on the back of his hand returned as he got closer to the Church. [i]"Excuse me!"[/i] He called out to the foreigner in his barely practised English, quickly swapping back to his mother tongue. "You are the holy woman...?" He asked, his tone perfectly neutral. 

Tone aside, he was actually pretty sceptical. There was a certain image to priests, nuns and monks. She didn't align with any of them. He brushed his scepticism aside for a moment, reasoning it away. This was an odd situation, it was only natural for it to include odd individuals. How many strange people had he seen in the short few months he had been in Wuhan? Long black hair and European clothes, standing among the bodies of her slaughtered comrades, sifting through them to get to him. She was not Chinese, but she fought for them.

For a moment, he was involuntarily distracted with memories of a girl. He had killed her too, in the end. He focused on the present. 

"I am Sargent Nanaya Saizou," He continued, giving the woman a formal bow. Even if she was not the Overseer, that did not mean she was undeserving of politeness. "Representative. I have come to inform you that preparations are complete on our side." 

His eyes moved from her to the Church she had come from, blinking a few times. It was an unspoken statement, referring to the presence of a second Master, enough of a tell for her to pick up. He had no intention of entering the Church, so long as the other Master was present.

Luckily, with her outside, he did not need to.