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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune

Agria's Workshop, The Catacombs

With a sigh, Yoshitsune rose up from where she had sat meditating. Servants did not require rest or sleep in the conventional manner, but her brief transformation into an avatar of a war god had drained quite a bit of mental energy, to the point where rather than seeking out other fights on that second night, she chose rather to go back to the base Agria had set out in the catacombs.
Meditating seemed to be as good of a choice as any, after briefly checking over her master, who had likely fallen asleep from working on her own projects and supporting her in the duel with the red-haired Archer. After ensuring that she was in a vaguely comfortable position and putting a blanket over her, she had stood guard near the entrance, meditating all the while in the efforts to ensure her mind was hale enough so she could rely upon it and be able to activate her dangerous skill if need be.

But the third night had come, and with a plethora of activity at that. Before she left, however, she made sure to stop by Agria’s workshop. She would be a poor Servant and warrior to not be aware of her lord’s plans and health, after all.

“Hello there, Master! How are you doing? Anything I should do while I’m out there?”

@1Charak2

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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune

The Core District

The ancestor of the Minamoto was Emperor Ōjin, son of the Emperor Chūai and the Empress-Consort Jingū. He, whose divine birth was signified by Eight Heavenly Banners. He, who became Hachiman, the deity of agriculture, of archery, of war.

A tutelary kami of warriors, he was protector of the Minamoto samurai in particular. And as such, his divine greatness lay within those who carried his blood.

The ichor may have lay latent in many, who stayed merely within the bounds of humanity. Yet, for better or worse, Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune was never destined to be an ordinary human. Taught and raised by the Great King of the Tengu Sōjōbō on Mount Kurama, her mind was open to knowledge that would utterly be disastrous for any other to hold.

All this had come together, in the end, to form a “path” within her mind to an aspect of the war god. Indeed, it was exhausting to “use, and it warped her away from humanity or tengu.

Some say, when a man eliminates their doubts and desires, when they utterly resolve themselves onto a path, their minds turn into “steel,” and become at the same time something more and less than human.

Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune, in turn, approached divinity. The divinity of warfare, of combat, for that was all she had learned and experienced throughout her life. For that was the fate of the girl who was not quite human yet lived among them, for the warrior who slew their brother’s enemies beyond counting, led his forces to victory, and yet, at the end, was betrayed by the one she held most high.

Her mind could turn into “war,” and it did so immediately as soon as she resolved to end the fight. And so, when the Archer of the Harp ceased targeting her with his bow, and sought to resolve the conflict with his cutting words, he found that he spoke to a god of war instead of a mere warrior.

And alas, what do mere words about regrets and sorrow matter to a being who found such things irrelevant? The words slid off the mind of War as easily as arrows would clatter off a castle’s wall. There was no use for them, after all.

Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune, whose mastery of the arts of War broached divinity, swung her sword for the final time in this duel. The movement was more than perfection, for this technique was not taught by the great King, nor by her own clan. The cut was borne from her childhood, of remembering the nostalgia of childhood games and teachings, refined into something more by the endless years of war.

And lo, the Heavenly Blade of the Minamoto sang a dirge of its own.

@KoL

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FIght Club: Tengu Style, at the Core

As the Archer’s bow attempted to parry Usumidori, she swept them aside with her blade. Her prowess lay within skill, not strength and thus knew not to be drawn into such contests with a knight of the West, and so rather than trying to press the blow, slid the sword aside and moved.

The arrows she dealt with far more easily, as invisible as they may have been, she was mistress of the winds. A child of the tengu she was raised, and a child of the tengu she died, and thus it was child’s play to detect the arrows, sailing through the air as they were. The shell of air around her exploded, forcing them back at their sender, and obscuring the field with dust and debris whipped about by winds not out of place in a storm.

“I was famed for my skill with the blade, indeed,” she responded, a battle-joy writ on her face and voice, “but if you thought a mere five arrows was enough for me, think again! Fill the air as a typhoon would rain, and perhaps you may catch me!”

And oh, perhaps the Archer could. Great was his strength, his speed, and his skill. She had been brought down when she was betrayed and surrounded, when her retainers and dearest Benkei were cut down to the last, and her very own tantō ripping open her own stomach. If the Archer caught her off-guard, if the Archer could fill the air with as many arrows as the stars in the sky, if the Archer was faster and smarter and had resources to spare.

But war roared in her veins, in her mind, in her soul, and she knew that more likely than not, if the Archer or someone else did not flip the battlefield utterly, the Archer could not catch her as things were now.

A smile on her lips appeared as she danced through the winds faster than any an eye could see, as easily as any beast of legend, and only came back into vision in truth behind the Archer, and her sword flickered.

Like a shower of falling stars swordstrokes fell in scores upon the Archer, of wind and steel in equal measure.

“Play faster, o Archer,” she whispered.

@KoL

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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune

Initiating A Light Spar in the Core

A flare of irritation spiked through Yoshitsune’s mind, as the Archer before her clearly… made an assessment that she certainly did not appreciate, as he openly moved his head about as if ogling her, even though his eyes remained shut, even at night. Either he was not taking her seriously, or had his head on other matters not quite concerned with combat.

Which meant, from the information available to her currently, that underneath the knightly demeanor and appearance of the Archer, there was someone who was utterly supremely confident in their abilities and justified in doing so, or was someone not even worth letting live longer than tonight.

She had found out as much as she could from the other Servant through passive observation, so now it was time to go on active information retrieval. And well, what was better for that than a good, old-fashioned fight?

Catching the ball, Yoshitsune responded to the Archer’s words.

“Well, I do thank you for honoring your knightly code and returning my belongings,” said Saber lightly, “but let’s not beat around the bush, Archer. We both are Servants, and those who must not observe the Holy Grail War are at home or elsewhere by this time of night. As enjoyable talking with you would be for the entire night, that’s not what either of us are here for.”

Without using a trace of the wind to assist her, she bounded up to the top of the building where the Archer was located in but a single leap. Placing her hand on the pommel of Usimidori, Yoshitsune declared her intentions:

“If you wish to speak, do so after we test our abilities against each other, Sir Archer!”

And then Yoshitsune blurred from sight, and as she reappeared less than a heartbeat later in front of the Archer, wind swirling around her like a shell as she drew her sword in perfect iai form, intent on bisecting the enemy Servant.

@KoL

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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune

Small Talk in the Core District

Curious, how very curious. Manipulation of the air in some method to catch the ball, hm? How interesting for… an Archer, it seemed. A bowman on the tops of buildings made sense, a good view and enough distance to take advantage of the purpose of ranged weaponry.

However, the Archer’s actions were… somewhat confusing. Undoubtedly, he would be able to recognize her as a Servant, and yet, he still reduced the range between her and him. Furthermore, to catch the ball and offer to return it--

Did he fancy himself some sort of lady’s man? It wouldn’t be totally impossible, considering the attitudes of many a hero, to be completely honest, but it was rather unlikely someone would be so foolish to act in such a method during a battle royale to the death.

Ah, she should probably give an answer, should she not? To move closer would certainly give her the advantage, but the Archer’s unusual activities and confidence certainly implied the presence of… something else, which could certainly be a trap. And if he sent the ball down “the same way as she did,” then she would certainly gain some sort of information, which no matter how small, would be invaluable in this conflict. Keeping her hands near in a position where she could summon her weapons with ease, she spoke.

“My compliments on your fine skill with the bow, Archer!” Yoshitsune began. “I’d like the ball back, if you please! A friend lent it to me, so I’d much appreciate it!”

@KoL

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Shooting Hoops in the Back Alleys of the Core District

She had been planning to head to that great old building, the hotel known as the “Ritz.” to find some excitement in this night, but it seemed that it had found her instead. It seemed that someone had jumped to the tallest building in the surroundings to search for enemies, and although she was relatively well concealed in these dark alleys, unless the other Servant was quite literally blind, unlikely given the fact they were on such a tall building in the first place, they would catch sight of her eventually.

Rather than waiting for that occurrence, Yoshitsune decided to take the initiative. While it was entirely within her capabilities to simply leap up and attack the Servant with Usumidori or her naginata, and would be rather advantageous to her, all things considered, but such an assault would reveal too many cards.

...she looked thoughtfully at this “basketball” of hers, spinning upon her fingertips. It was nicely round and smooth with some inset black lines upon the brown surface. She was rather used to the idea of ball games, as she had played kemari an awful lot as a child, but the idea of “shooting” the ball was rather novel to her. Well, it was better than nothing.

She’d have to thank her “teachers” in the game again sometime later, and perhaps apologize to them for using their gift in such a method. She dribbled the ball once, twice, and as it came into her hands again, she leapt up and shot the ball, in textbook form.

As it hurtled towards the roof of the other building, surrounded and carried in part by winds, she observed keenly as she moved rapidly in another direction. If the Servant responded in kind, so be it, but if it fled, she would be happy to go towards the Ritz once more.

Either way, it would serve her purposes.

@KoL

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Making Her Way Downtown (Towards the Core District)

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 entire 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.

@1Charak2

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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune

Running Errands at the Business District

“Indeed, we should see what options are arrayed before escalating in a more noticeable manner. The first night of this Holy Grail War it still is, and best not we reveal too many cards, or overextend. To the business district, you said?”

Yoshitsune gathered Agria in her arms, in some odd parody of a princess cary, and leapt up into the air, toward the rooftops. She decided against flying once more, for that would be a fair bit too noticeable for something not vitally important such as securing her master. Instead, she began leaping across the roofs of Paris, hidden within the shadows and lightly stepping onwards, staying nearly undetectable by normal senses.

Saber noticed conflicts surrounding her, and steered around them as widely as she could. At her speed, the delays would be negligible, but engaging in combat with another servant once more would be troublesome and not quite worth it.

Their errands should be done with little note, for security was rather lax for such a country. Peace, or something akin to it, had been achieved recently, and so of course politicians would relax. But, well, she wouldn’t question her and Agria’s luck overmuch. They’d need all they could get n the coming days.

@1Charak2

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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune

Advising Her Master

Yoshitsune didn’t quite frown, she was too disciplined for that, but she really did wish to express her displeasure with her Master. It had hardly been a day since she was summoned, and she was as far from adept from understanding humans as possible, but it was glaringly her Master was beginning to crack at the seams. She saw it in animals, in humans, in monsters, when they had given up. Something in them had given up the will to fight It wasn’t the encounter with the shinobi and her ilk that caused this sort of behavior, or at least, was not the source. This… needed to be dealt with, sooner or later. The mind was the breaker or creator of victories. One could not hope to be victorious with --

Saber forcibly shelved this line of thought. They were out in the open still, and she was keeping her Master waiting.

“Morgues are usually in the basements of hospitals, are they not? I’d advise not to go there, because the dead these days seem to be heavily monitored once they enter the eyes of the government. You have a plethora of material down here in this realm of the dead, do you not? Vermin and such should serve you better if you wish to have… fresher material, as it’s far more noticeable to have an animated dead human than a rat or pigeon.”

She paused, tapping the hilt of Usumidori.

“I would advise for you to either purchase or craft a weapon, or at least a means to defend yourself, if you wish to go out in the open, even in the day. If you are insistent on entering the deeper city once more, I would recommend the truly urban areas. There, you would find in dark allies wares not found elsewhere easily, and in the surface of the city, you may find clues to other masters and such.”

@1Charak2