[h1]Master of Red - Rumi Fujou[/h1]

In truth, she hadn't expected to have summoned an Assassin originating from her homeland when she'd conducted the ritual. All Rumi had known was that she would work best with that specific Class, and that she'd likely be better off trusting in what the Grail determined was most compatible with her rather than attempting to secure a specific catalyst. 

Still, Hattori Hanzo was an interesting one. Especially with that Noble Phantasm of hers. And that a seemingly male shinobi from the Sengoku period was actually a woman. Perhaps that meant the fringe theory that Uesugi Kenshin had been female as well wasn't quite such a fringe theory after all. But there were more practical concerns to be had at the moment. An information network set up around the city already? Rumi nodded her appreciation at the woman. 

"Excellent work, Assassin. Though I've been wondering while you've been gone. I don't intend to simply sit back and do nothing throughout this War. Is it possible to integrate my undead servitors with your Noble Phantasm's information network? With your abilities, we could rapidly deploy scores of reinforcements to key locations without requiring any of our sides Servants to play their hand unnecessarily."

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[h1]Rider of Red - Cao Cao[/h1]

This entire War was a disgusting farce. A wish to change history? Self-indulgent cowardice. There was no use in attempting to mend what had already been broken. The true path was to accept what had happened and move on. Find opportunity in one's own loss. 

Cao Cao curled his lip as he beheld this small city from atop the hotel's roof. He had materialized for the moment, so as to feel the breeze with his own flesh and not be confined in spirit form. Though he was wearing appropriate clothing for the era, having secured a black three-piece suit with his Master's aid, his hair tied up in a rugged ponytail more suited to this generation's styles. Rider stroked his beard. His Master...a strange one, to be certain. Still, he supposed there could be worse. A boy(?) with the mindset of an animal was more likely to give him free reign to operate instead of micromanaging his every move. Really, this almost felt familiar, with the exception that this Master was likely at least somewhat competent in multiple fields, unlike the worthless [i]boy[/i] whose so-called authority he'd wielded for decades.

For now, he simply watched and waited atop the hotel roof, curious to see if and when a fellow Servant or his Master required something of him.