THE sensation is immediate.
Whatever the Saber had been doing prior was irrelevant, cast aside accordingly. She’s felt this sensation before, of course— twice. When she’d first arrived, she knew instantaneously that at least one of her prior Masters was present. She now knows this to have been Ritsuka Fujimaru, as Shirou Emiya’s presence had a much different sensation... More like an ache, albeit a dull one. But this strong tug, this thrum of energy, she could sense as Sakura Matou. No guesswork necessary, even without the process of elimination. Could it be because of her unique ties to that unholy Grail, or was it the very nature of that Master as a person... ?
She wonders, but she doesn’t dally; a Servant is perfectly capable of mulling all this over while approaching the city’s center at breakneck speeds. Even if the sensation weren’t so easy to pinpoint, she has the advantage of time in this city; she knew exactly where to look for new arrivals.
❛ Sakura Matou. ❜ Her voice reaches the spot almost before her physical form, assessing the young woman in brief silence. … Something is different here...
❛ You’re unharmed. ❜ Doubtful she realizes that in this place, that was always subject to change.
@matoued
