[Center][h1][b]Trấn Hưng Đạo[/b][/h1]
[h2][i]The Great Lord of Hưng Đạo[/i][/h2]
[h3]In The Woods, Southern Moor[/h3][/Center]
It was a beautiful night, Rider thought. There was barely a cloud in the sky, and the moon shone brightly through the woods he walked through and “prepared.” Normally, he would be hesitant to walk alone through foreign territory, and to leave his… “Master” alone in but a clearing, but well…

These circumstances were anything but normal. He never thought he would be worshiped as a god after his death, even after his triumphs in defending his homeland, such would be the height of arrogance. He was thankful for the abilities it granted him, however. He would've given his left arm to have been able to become unnoticeable and to know all in his domain, back when the cursed hordes of that khan ravaged their way through his beloved Vietnam, but-

He didn't need these abilities to destroy their navy and send the tattered remnants of their invading force all the way back across the border. While, like most heroes, he did have quite a few regrets, such as not being able to pursue his dream of being a poet, or spend as much time as he wished with his family, there wasn't much he had to… wish for, on this “Holy Grail.” 

Ah, the darkness of night was receding, just in time. He was on his final rounds, anyways. The territory was established, and all of his old favorites were readied, and then some. Any fool who would think to attack these woods would have a miserable time, just as those barbarous hordes did, when Vietnam had expressed her displeasure at their trespasses. 

As he approached the clearing where his Master was, he heard her question. His progress, hm? Perhaps she was somewhat concerned about not arriving on time, or early, as the ritual started, though nothing of the sort was apparent in her voice, nor her expression. Well, though enthusiasm never went amiss, she would likely prefer a more professional response. While she was most certainly not his Emperor, she was his Master, after all.

“A good morning to you, my Master. My primary preparations were completed early enough that I could work through my secondary plans, as well. Đức Thánh Trần has been fully completed, and I took the liberty to establish a few escape routes as well, though it's unlikely we would ever need to use most of them, all things considered. I have confidence that all but the most powerful, or the most stealthy, would be greatly weakened, if not outright repulsed.”

He materialized his staff and the rest of his armor. It would not do to start the day without being fully ready, would it. Now, let's see-

“The dawn of the second day of this ritual has arrived. My master, how do you plan to win this war?”

[@ReallyDumb]