[center][b][h1]Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune[/h1][/b][/center]

[h2]Making Her Way Downtown (Towards the Core District)[/h2]

Yoshitsune hummed a soft tune she heard the winds whispered to her, as she bounced this ball -- the nice men who let her have it called it a “basketball” -- on the streets of Paris. She took her time walking, leisurely strolling through back alleys and side streets, ensuring that she wouldn’t be out in the wide open. She didn’t spend the [i]entire [/i]day… ah, let’s call it “reconnaissance,” so she saw the news. A McDonalds, vaporized. Dozens dead and wounded.

Without a doubt, that was a result of a Servant fight. And although she cared little for the lives of humans not “hers,” such a commotion would surely attract the attention of the mysterious Overseers. Therefore,  she made sure to work her way around the city in areas where few civilians would be at this late at night. Furthermore, as her Master was safely inside her base within the honeycomb of tunnels beneath Paris, where few would search for and fewer still would reach, and Mantras still capable of calling for her in a mere moment, she had little fear of having to hold back.

She steered clear of… whatever that energy was in the “Latin District,” but she made her way to the center of Paris, the Core of it. While she was at unease with the presence of that oppressive, judging weight in the Latin area, the wind carried to her sounds of blades clashing, of explosions, of combat.

Of war, and oh, she was so at home with war. 

And so it went, Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune strolled to the Core District, tune upon her lips and dribbling a basketball. 

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