[center][h2]Raiga Fujimura[/h2][h3]Fujimura Group Headquarters, Living Room[/h3][@Art of Fun][/center]

Kneeling before the table was a young man who looked scarcely older than Saizou himself. If one were to try a pin an age to his face, they likely wouldn't pick one any higher than the early twenties. In spite of that, though, the man opposite Saizou had a sort of presence and energy about him beyond his years, which was almost in the opposite direction of Saizou's own nature. Put simply, if the lad of the Nanaya was a mind within a weapon, then Raiga was a weapon within a body.

"The honor is all mine, sergeant. I'm not sure if you drink, but feel free to, if you like." He replied, a simple grin emblazoned across his face as he gestured to the sake that had been arranged for the two's meeting. 

He analyzed the member of the military with a keen eye. A youth younger than even Raiga himself, but one who emanated a nature that it seemed ridiculous for one who had not yet reached their eighteenth birthday to possess. Had this become the standard for the military all of a sudden? Certainly not.

While the notion that Saizou was, at the current time, peering through the eyes of someone on the opposite end of the city never entered Raiga's mind, there was nonetheless something a touch odd about the look of the boy's eyes. That thought, "his eyes look like they're somewhere else", couldn't enter his mind with such precision, but there seemed to be something off. 

"I must say, though, we were all rather surprised when you reached out. We haven't done much with the military in the past. Fuyuki's a fairly calm place, not a lot happens here that's worth your time...or, at least, that's what I would say normally."

Rumors of something strange happening at the foreign church across the city, an explosive set off at the residence of the Tohsaka family with the Tohsakas themselves nowhere to be found, and on the same day as these two occurrences, a member of the military police approaches his group. These events couldn't be mere coincidence, that much was certain.

"My associates and I are admittedly usually a bit lax in our actions, but it seems that something's happening in this sleepy town of ours. I won't ask you to confirm this much, but I'd guess that whoever was responsible for blowing up the Tohsaka place has some relation to why you're here. Never dealt with the Tohsaka much, myself, but they're genuine people. Whether someone decided to target them, or whether they just decided to hit one of the nicer places in the city, that's the sort of thing we can't exactly let slide as Fuyuki residents."

A dry laugh left him, the young man shrugging haplessly. "Of course, maybe I'm reading into things too much. I can do that every so often." He remarked offhandedly, though they were clearly empty words. "Enough of my yammering, I'm sure you'd rather we focused on the matter at hand: what brings someone of your position to my humble association?"