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Ukatan Graveyard

11:55pm

It was the middle of the night, a few strokes before midnight to be precise, when Dr. Fumio Nakahara, respected member of the city's university teaching staff and genius beyond compare, was drawing the final lines of his summoning circle on the dirty ground. The location he had chosen, was the one he was most comfortable with and at the same time the least likely to draw any unwanted attention from his fellow competitors.

"Hehehe, not that they really are a match for me, whoever they may be, but any time wasted on dealing with them would mean less time for my project and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

The cemetery managed by Ukatan's church wasn't exactly a place were normal people went in the middle of the night, so aside from some teenagers doing some kind of stupid dare or the crazy priest showing up, nothing could go wrong.  However just to make sure, he had erected a small bounded field around the area, which would keep anyone outside from noticing what was going on. Anyone normal at least. Precisely at the stroke of midnight, when the prana inside his body was at its peak, he placed the catalyst he had acquired in the middle of the blood red circle and started to recite the incantation.

"Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let my great master Schweinorg be the ancestor.
Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall. Close the four cardinal gates.
Come out from the crown.
Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom.
Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let each be turned over five times, simply breaking asunder the fulfilled time.
I shall declare here. Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
If you will submit to this will and this reason…… then answer!
An oath shall be sworn here! 
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. 
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!"

The circle started to shine ever stronger, the further he got with his chant and as the last syllable left his mouth an explosion of light lit up the cold graves around him for just a moment, before he could determine if he had succeeded or not. 

A beckoning came to him, he who had raised a civilization and initiated the arts of mankind in his culture sphere. He accepted the call of the grail and his beckoner and promptly was filled with the knowledge of the modern world. The grail enlightened him of the basics of the era, and of the mechanics of the grail war. The grand emperor was to seek out and destroy six other entities known as servants to bring forth the artifact known as the "holy grail". It was all so trivial.

As the light settled from the summoning, a single figure stood with noble bearing at the center of the circle. He was dressed in golden robes that shone with a brilliance even under the choking folds of night. Intricate patterns of dragons, warfare and symbols of knowledge dotted these robes, providing a wonderful tapestry of the emperor's life with magnificent craftsmanship. The yellow emperor Huangdi had graced the earth once more, and he immediately fixated his powerful gaze upon the man who had summoned him. He was indeed a magus, and one that preferred the darker arts judging by the surrounding area Huangdi was summoned in. Huangdi himself was capable of necromancy and spiritual evocation among many other things, and so was unfazed and unaffected by the lowly area he was drawn in. The war itself would be of little consequence to Huangdi. He did not have a wish, having lived a millennium rife with success and effort. He would of course follow the heeding of his master to an extent, and confront the other servants if needed. Whether Huangdi would stoop to the work of thieves or lowlives would remain to be seen. 

With a clear and resounding voice that flowed words out in a constant and mellifluous stream, Huangdi spoke to establish the contract between master and servant, 
"Are you the one who has called upon the Yellow Emperor?" 

Fumio looked at the Servant that had appeared and tilted his head. 'Yellow' was right, he was dressed in golden robes after all and thanks to the man introducing himself as Emperor, the doctor also wouldn't make the, likely deadly, mistake of calling him a woman. 

"Indeed, that would be me. Professor Doctor Fumio Nakahara, magus extraordinaire and future God, but you can simply call me Master. Now that the formalities are out of the way, let's talk more about how you're going to be useful to me. To be honest, I'm not much of a history geek, but judging from your clothes you are from an Asian land, yes? Why Yellow Emperor though and not something like Golden Emperor? Sounds a lot more noble if you ask me...Oh well it doesn't matter as long as you are powerful, so to start from the bottom: What class are you and did you ever create new life? "

Just from how he held himself, how strong and unwavering his gaze was, Fumio could tell that the Emperor wasn't a weak Servant. It looked like the 'artifact' he had brought into his possession, a jade statue of some sort of Chinese dragon, had been worth the money after all. You can never go wrong with dragons, western or eastern. Unless they try to eat you. Hopefully his Servant wouldn't try to do that.

Huangdi's brow raised as he heard his new master, and a countenance between consternation and contemplation formed on his face. After a short pause, Huangdi replied with a steady and calm tone,
"You have surmised correctly. I hail from what is now known as China. Golden emperor holds a much more regal tone yes, but it irks on the hearing. It sounds far too prideful a title for one, and there is no pride for being above fellow men. I take my title of yellow emperor due to the peoples being inherently connected with the yellow soil of China, which was held sacred."

Huangdi maneuvered his arms at an alacrity beyond human pace, almost faster than the eye could perceive. He gently thrust his right hand within the fold of the loose golden sleeve of his left, drawing out a paper riddled with crimson red scratch like markings.
"My class is that of caster, though rider would have suited me as well. Creating new life is a goal that I have never envisioned, as I consider it an honor to return to the earth from whence one came after fulfilling all earthly duties. I am of course, capable of granting an essential immortality, but I have not feigned to uncover any method around the decay of the soul. The best I can do in regards to creating new life is to simply restore movement to a deceased body"

Huangdi's sharp eyes scanned the area around him before zoning in on a grave. He had noticed that the gravestone was freshly placed, and had no signs of erosion from wear. He pointed his left index finger at the grave and uttered a divine word, 
"Jieshi"
A small beam of light erupted from his fingertip before colliding with the grave, flinging away debris and dirt in prodigious quantities. Within a second the dirt of the grave had been blown away and a slightly decayed cadaver lay. Huangdi strode over to it and placed the paper on the corpse's forehead and chanted another divine word, 
"Zhu"

The corpse immediately began moving with its decayed limbs, slowly propping itself up in lethargic manner before gaining its bearings and standing correctly. The reanimation of corpses, otherwise known as the creation of Jiangshi, had been a common art in ancient China, and was not out of the realm of the yellow emperor. The words he uttered were spells of their own, divine words that manifested mystery from their mere utterance. An ability lost to mages of the modern era.
"That is the best I am capable of, though I surmise that creating an entirely new living being would not be an impossible task."

A big grin appeared on Fumio's face, as the emperor raised a corpse with a simple word and restored its movement, as he called it, with another. Normal Necromancy definitely wasn't any match for his Servant's power.

"Bravo, bravo! I can already tell that we're going to get along so well, you and I, even though you're so modest that it's almost insulting, haha. Now I'm sure you have a lot more up your yellow sleeves than just creating a zombie army, but we'd better save the strategic planning for later and get back to my place before the priest shows up and notices that you vaporized one of the graves. Wouldn't want to kill the moderator on the first day of the war already."

He picked up the Pi Yao statue he had used as catalyst, turned around on his heel and beckoned Caster to follow him, as he marched past rows of gravestones towards a metal gate, which opened towards a small sidestreet, where an old Mitsubishi van was already waiting for his return. Fumio unlocked it, jumped into the drivers seat and managed to get it started after only three tries.

"You might want to change into your spirit form until we arrive at my place, just in case one of my students is still walking around at this hour of the day. I don't want any rumors going around at a time like this. Oh and your corpse can get in the back, there should be enough room for it. It's a shame we can't pronunce your language anymore nowadays, or I'd have you teach me how to perfom that little trick."

Huangdi nodded in acquiescence, his physical form promptly dissipating into a shower of golden particles as he entered spiritual form. The newly formed jiangshi had changed in the few seconds after its resurrection. The decaying muscle and bone had become whole, with taut and healthy skin covering it. The corpse's hollowed out eyes were full emeralds once more, and the bald head was now teeming with thick and full chestnut brown hair. The aged skin was now young and vibrant, rejuvenated completely. Huangdi did not merely enforce movement upon a corpse, he actively brought its physical state to its prime by imposing a curse of restoration much like that inherent to dead apostles. Indeed, this curse would be active constantly, always restoring the zombie to its original state regardless of the damage it took. The jiangshi entered the back of the old vehicle and Huangdi followed in spirit form.

Using the master servant link that provided telepathic communication, Huangdi spoke in response to his master,
"Yes I sense that mages of this modern era have lost the capacity to produce divine words, but regardless it does not have much bearing on the quality of a magus. Experience and talent are still the core tenets of what provides the worth of a magus. 

Once the, now surprisingly alive looking, walking corpse was on board, Fumio drove into the night.

"Experience and talent, ha! It must have been a joy to live during your times, if our kind was truly judged by these principles back then. Nowadays, the oh so great and mighty association only cares about how many generations your family got under its belt and what race you belong to. At the same time, those who really achieve something grand are given a sealing designation, effectively stopping them from continuing their work without getting their head chopped off."

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a house on the outskirts of the city, which looked like its best days were already long gone by. The garden was a jungle with all kinds of plants growing randomly all over the place and the grass looked like it hadn't been mowed in ages. Meanwhile the buildings facade had many cracks running along its surface and a few windows on the first floor were barred with wooden planks The only thing that seemed completely intact was the metal fence running around the site, with a big iron gate stopping anyone uninvited from entering.

Fumio jumped out of his van to open the gate and closed it again, right after he had passed through it in his van and brought it to a halt in front of the house. After he had done said things, he quickly entered the building, turned on the lights and let himself fall into a big armchair, judging from the mptiness, one of the only parts of furniture he possessed.

"Welcome to my palace, Caster! It's probably far from what you are used to, but no one will bother us here and there is enough room for you to set up your workshop. Do whatever you want to the house, only leave the cellar untouched. That's where I keep all my personal experiments and materials. Oh and by the way, I'm teaching at the local university at the moment, so if you have any strategies we could apply later on concering that circumstance, tell me whenever. For now though, you should prepare our defenses while I take the couple of hours I have left before my first course, to rest a bit."

With that being said, Fumio leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the sweet embrace of sleep carry him to a land of dreams few moments later. 

Huangdi observed his master's abode with interest. It was a ramshackle and chaotic thing, mirroring his master's own personality. The house was in a state of disrepair and its surroundings too, but Huangdi did not judge or consider the house's quality. He had always maintained a humble resonance with his surroundings, and firmly believed that to consider oneself beyond the fellow man was merely empty pride. The evolution of oneself, the surpassing of the person you were was what Huangdi considered to be true greatness. It was this philosophy that allowed Huangdi to unite the separated tribes of China and to be renowned as a symbol of nobility and benevolence. He did not have the arrogant poise of most emperors that would have rejected such a shabby abode, and Huangdi merely took the house in stride. It would be his new workshop, no, rather it would be his new temple, as his territory creation was at a sufficiently high rank to do such. The difference between a workshop and a temple of course did not herald an actual creation of a temple, but rather indicated how efficient one was at absorbing the magical energy in the environment. Huangdi's level was at one of the highest, and so it is natural for him to be able to manifest what can be called a "temple" in comparison to a "workshop". 

"I do not mind your dwelling, as I have lived in such conditions many times in my early life. Regardless, the amenities or structure of one's house cannot be representative of what is truly significant, the attachments imbued with the abode. I shall keep wary of the cellar as you instruct, but all else I will ascertain for my temple. As for defenses, you need not worry. This area will be nigh impenetrable once I am finished fortifying it."

Indeed, none but the servants with the highest ranks of magic resistance would be able to do anything within Huangdi's territory, within which he would be able to mimic true magic itself.
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