[color=7ea7d8][b]Kurokiri Hyuuga[/b][/color]

The clock ticks on, relentless, echoing in the silence of her house.

The girl works slowly, lines forming under her hand, tracing what would be the summoning circle in her basement, moving carefully on all fours as she did so. It was obvious that she was young, and her soft features only serves to amplify that fact. A soft humming was the only thing louder than the old clock ticking solemnly on a dusty table, as she hummed the parts to a barely remembered song. Finally the circle was finished, something pieced together from an old book detailing the summoning procedure. How her father came to have the book was unknown to her, but it was certainly useful now.

Kurokiri Hyuuga stood up and dusted her clothes off, preparing her chant. A war was starting and she was to be a participant in it. Her, the magus with barely any real skill to her name, save for something she developed herself. Her magecraft wasn't something the Magus Association would be interested in, she was sure. They were more interested in those more impressive magecrafts, like making lifelike imitation of the human body, or perhaps gems that spits a huge fireball and not be consumed. She had heard of those sorts of magecraft, but she certainly had not seen any of those. Then again, no real magus, as her father would put it, would ever go out of their way to meet with a Magus of Directions like her.

Wasn't it strange, she who had no real direction, being a magus of such?

[color=6ecff6][i]Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Be torn asunder everytime you are filled.[/i][/color]

Wasn't it strange, she who was but an unknown mage, being in this war?

[color=6ecff6][i]Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.[/i][/color]

Wasn't it strange, she who had no desire, being chosen by the Grail?

[color=6ecff6][i]Come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance![/i][/color]

A gust of wind blew suddenly, seemingly originating from the circle she drew. Kurokiri shielded her eyes instinctively, her clothes billowing from the sheer strength of the wind. If it did work, if she did manage to summon a servant, at the very least, she would give her best in the war. 

It was what her father would have expected of her after all.