[center][h2][b][color=darkred]Crow Takes Flight
Embassy of Japan - (High Rise District ~ Arc De Triomphe)
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[@Seirei No Hai][/center]

[color=darkred][b]"Thank you my lord. I will do my utmost to follow in your footsteps."[/b][/color] While she was completely monotone, her deep blush and somewhat bashful look betrayed how much she enjoyed hearing praise from her great ancestor. She still couldn't even look her in the eye, however that was certainly an improvement from when she initially summoned Nobunaga and she went into full prostration every time she was spoken to. To be able to not only speak to, but also work with the person whom she had modeled her entire life around was... well it was a dream beyond dreams. Even now she could hardly believe she was awake, she couldn't believe she was so close to... her. Admittedly that part had caught her off guard, she had not been expecting her honorable ancestor to look so much like her.

While Nobukara was of course listening intently to everything Lord Nobunaga was saying, she was also focused on the creation of new Odafuda. Many were quick fire curses, likely on the level of a Gandr or something similar, however others were made for more specific purposes. Such as the Odafuda she would be discreetly placing around the Embassy as she prepared a Bounded Field. Or the Odafuda she was making to suppress her Command Seals, thus suppressing her existence to other Masters. All in all, making these would probably take about ten minutes, time was always of the essence, especially in the middle of a war with stakes this high.

After finishing, Nobukara discreetly tucked away the Odafuda and looked Lord Nobunaga in the eyes. Well, she attempted to. Another blush, another quick turn away. [color=darkred][b]"Lord Nobunaga, I would suggest patrolling the 16th Arrondissement so we can lay claim to our territory. I would also suggest first taking time to set up a Bounded Field around the Embassy so nobody can strike us at our home with ease."[/b][/color] 

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[i]Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery[/i]

Current Location -- M̱̗̫̙̮̪̲̃͐ͬ͝a̧̟͖̻͉̩̻̤̙̾͑̂̑̀s̜͚̞ͯͨͦ̃͐t̪͉̖̩̠̓͌ͩ̑͌̅̍̀͟e̴̠͖̝̩͙̱̍ͨͤ̓ͣŗ̷̰̲̫̭͖̠̱ͦ̆͗͡[/b][/color][/center]
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A low growl echoed from the knight as she followed her Master, a darkness mist flowing around the Berserker that obscured everything about her. True Name- hidden, Personal Skills- hidden, Noble Phantasms- despite the massive sword she held in her hand, a piece of art that would be clearly recognizable to many heroes, none would be able to puzzle out the name of this kingslaying sword. Everything about this Berserker was an enigma, she couldn't even tell you her name if she wanted to. All that ran through her mind was the thought of getting to slay her king, her ever beloved-


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It was difficult to tell where her thoughts began and those of her Master ended. They aligned quite closely in the end, both of them embarking on quests of revenge, fueled by hate and rage against those who have wronged them. Perhaps that is why she was summoned by this Master, she answered the call of the one who reminded her of herself. 

In the end nobody could know why she was summoned. Only Mordred, who had no ability to communicate just why she had answered the call. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered is that she obey her Master and tear apart everything in their path. For that is what she did, both as a Knight and as a Berserker.