[h2]Oda Nobunaga[/h2]

Although she had started out more or less leading the way for her Master, Archer had stepped off the track a handful of times to do basic reconnaissance... though all this confirmed was that yes, this was farmland, and not particularly interesting farmland at that. There was a bit of varying elevation between the rice paddies, but not somewhere she would really want to defend; most Servants wouldn't be remotely troubled by such a thing.

One of these brief breaks from her Master meant returning to an interesting site. Oh, one of the figures was holding a matchlock--that was definitely an out of place choice for a modern country, but she wasn't one to complain--but behind them was a shock of [i]vibrantly[/i] blonde hair and an unmistakeable presence...

Her initial greeting, from somewhere off the road, came by way of the unmistakeable sound of a gun: one matchlock, whipped out of thin air and fired sailing above the duo's heads, only to melt back out of existence now that attention was firmly in her direction. "Monkey! I guess if anyone else was going to be summoned, it would be you."

The short girl continued hopping from field to field, approaching the road with remarkable speed--to a normal person, that is. "You're looking really shabby, though. Where's that ridiculous helmet you picked up after I was gone? Or even some armour at all? I don't think Chacha could spend everything even after we're all dead..."

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