[center][h1]The Sensei[/H1][/center]
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[center][h1]DDD Hot Springs - Miyama Town[/h1][/center]

Stirring to wakefulness, he found himself surrounded by an array of rather colorful individuals.

Ah… right. He was there at the meeting. Where was it again? What day was it. The events of yesterday were processed by him in his sleep, along with the memories of the past

Well, that aside there was the matter of Roland crashing through the door. More importantly was the fact that he was crashing through the door and walking in with -that-	 in hand, quite literally. Or was it as hand?

Mhm, the Einzberns, the Tohsakas. He could not truly comment on the two as a pair, but it was a continuation and a progression of his pupil he could not look down upon. Perhaps a bit of that horse wine would make a good celebratory gift. Then again he wasn’t really a horse. Hmm, what could he give Hideyoshi in the end? Perhaps there was nothing. He was his pupil in the way of fists, but as far as magecraft and in life he was no more than a wandering soul who sometimes came into his life.

Still, the matter of Fuyuki was a matter he took to be one of his own. 

“Saber.” he called out mentally. We will talk about your arm after the meeting, but for now-

He looked to the other masters. Many of them he had not met, in the end seeing few humans on the field. So many masters and yet none of them were foes that he faced. How strange that they were all brought out by this meeting as their first meeting.

“Tlilpojuan Perellenosanchez “ he introduced himself. “But more importantly I have seen the problems in the city of the rioting people and I believe there is someone who is making use of the discontent of this city.”

He shook his head. “In other words, someone who is encouraging and giving direction to the various problems that already exist in Fuyuki. That person, I believe is my brother.” He looked over to Hideyoshi who arrived recently as he spoke, even as his words were directed to the entire room. “A man that should have been dead. A man who brought destruction when he last visited Fuyuki. The incident at Ryuudo, six years ago.” A statement that was something that would tug at the memories of those who were locals and familiar with the happenings in Fuyuki City.

Six years ago when the Ryuudo Temple burned, when a dispute that was somewhat unclear even to the current Tohsaka, being a matter of an invading magus that was apparently handled by the prior generation Tohsaka.  Or perhaps that wasn’t the case after all.

“I witnessed him at the site of the riots before wandering here to the meeting.  If he is in Fuyuki at this time then it is impossible to consider him anything but a master. The heir of my family’s path, and gifted, he is most definitely someone who should be considered dangerous.”

He stuck his hand into one of his saddlebags to grab a bottle of wine. The black-stained shroud that he now wore fluttering with his motions in a way that sent particles of soot and blood out, a small reminder of the tragedy filling the air with its unpleasant scent. 

“I had been planning to talk more about this, since it’s time… especially with it becoming a concern that isn’t just a unpleasant story anymore. There are more troubles in the city facing us masters of course. But I believe he will also be a problem. He will definitely not be here, and he holds no love for people.”

[center][h1]Lancer - Percival (Lily)
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It has only been four days since he last saw this ocean at this harbor. His feet were dipped in the water, swishing around idly to enjoy the sound of the water swirling around his body, and the chill of the liquid against his skin.  The sound of the water splashing about slowly grew louder overtime as he mulled over his time in the war. How different this land looked after all that had happened, how different these waters were.  

No.

Despite all the deaths, all the misfortune and the great world-changing mysteries  Fuyuki itself did not truly change. The world was as it was and yet everything seemed different. It was simply a matter of the lens being changed. Warped, changed in shape. His saint graph itself now fluctuated. Ah, how different the same things were now that he could see and understand.

His feet began to splash stronger and stronger. The water began to fly up and splatter against the ground, sometimes even spraying across Lancer’s face.

There was a lot to carry, a lot to protect. He was doing more than just wandering around having his fun. But he supposed that one core thing didn’t change.

Sorry master, he’d continue to be selfish a bit longer. 

 He rose up and began to head towards the next battle that held so much weight. No longer in the water, he could no longer mask the shaking of his feet caused by fear as they took him towards that next fated tragedy.