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[b]Miyama Town - Abandoned Home - Jacob Ainsworth[/b]


The magus was only half listening to his servant, something about a thing being ridiculous. Well, if it was ridiculous, it couldn’t be that important. Thus, he took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes as he did so. The next steps were crucial. After preparing the gift for his yet to be born Hound, he needed to do the proper knife work now. After all, the order of one’s dishes were just as important as the dishes themselves. One didn’t eat the dessert before the main course after all.

The skin was already laid out. A fine appetizer, but nothing too high grade. The bones were also prepared. Not quite refined yet, but the prep work had to be done. But now? Oh, now he was getting to the important parts. What better to use, as a preparation for the main course, than one’s stomach itself? Something that would fan the flames of hunger and make the satisfying meal so much better.

Of course, just as he reached his hands into the woman’s stomach, he heard the next message from his servant. Jacob stopped, his body freezing up, years of discipline to avoid failure kicking in. Carefully, he stepped back, taking deep breaths. Yet the excitement was starting to cause his body to vibrate.

Heracles? The Heracles? Oh, he knew that in this war, many great heroes would appear. But to have in confirmed, to hear it, to know that one of the greatest heroes in mankind’s history might be in front of Jacob’s servant this very instance? He palmed his face, a shuddering breath escaping him.

[i]“I will see if I have anything available... But tell me, Rider. What Noble Phantasm and Skills do you have?”[/i]

After all... if he could truly destroy the simple of heroism, the apex of its kind from the Age of Gods... ahhhh~! Just the thought! And the immense chaos it would cause! The utter confusion! It would be the most magnificent of preludes for the night to come! As low as the chances might be to succeed, if there was a possibility to make this event happen... could he control himself when the time has come?



[b]Bridge Between Shinto and Miyama Town - Kawakami Gensai[/b]

Gensai couldn’t think of many occasions where she could see a wide body of water like she did now. Most of the time she was inland. Yet she could appreciate the beauty of nature. With the way Japan has changed, it was good to know that certain things wouldn’t change. The water seemed vibrant and clean as it flowed towards the ocean. It would make an excellent place to just take a nap at its riverbank and just forget about one’s trouble.  She could just imagine herself with her wife Teiko and their adopted son Gentaro playing next to the river. 

Her smile wavered as she remembered them. Due to her life as a manslayer, even after the ‘conflict’ was over, she never really had spent that much time with them. One of the few regrets she had. Shaking her head, she sighed. At the very least she made the most out of the time she managed to spend with them. Thoughtfully, she glanced at her master, still holding his arm as she tilted her head at him.

“Tell me, how is your relationship with your family?”

It was nothing more than idle talk. But if they were to work together for the unseeable future, a good relation required communication. Yet even as she waited for the answer, the hair on her neck stood up. Licking her lips, she kept the smile on her face, not looking away from Rapheal.

[i]”Master, I am detecting another servant on this very bridge. The lack of mobility and escape routes are suboptimal in this location. Try to be casual as you look around and please tell me what the enemy’s parameters are.[/i]

As she mentally prepared herself for battle in the event of getting caught against all odds, she couldn’t help but wonder.

What kind of “luck” one had to meet three servants in bright daylight and yet be unable to do anything as an assassin of the day. How many enemies were out there? And what were her real chances in this war?

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