Shadow of Fuyuki [RDH Intro]
The life of a ninja was one of servitude, of unquestioning loyalty and devotion to the clan and their duty. For Ryu Hayabusa, this duty had been to protect the world from those who would harm it. As the last of the Dragon Lineage, he had been charged time and again with facing Fiends, monsters, and men alike to protect the world and those in it from their grasp. Now, he had been summoned to fulfill another duty, one that was equally as important as any other he had been charged with.
The Holy Grail. Even in Japan, tales of the legendary vessel had been told in such regularity that seldom would one find even a child that didn't know the story. The difference, of course, being that there were few who knew the truth. That the Grail existed, and that across time wars had been fought for the sake of procuring it. It was in the midst of one of these wars that the ninja now found himself, summoned as a Heroic Spirit bearing only the name of his class, lest the truth reveal his weaknesses and abilities.
Standing from the place in which he had been summoned, Ryu let out a soft breath as he took stock of his surroundings. It seemed that, for the time being, his existence as a spirit was being sustained by the Grail Vessal herself. It wasn't an ideal situation, but until a Master appeared with whom he could contract, he would need to bide his time. For the time being, he would gather information, learn the faces of his future opponents. He would refrain from engaging in any conflicts until he was prepared to commit to the battle, something he was incapable of without a proper source of mana.
"...for now, my lodgings."
Something told him that he would be able to find his place of residence easily enough, though he knew he would be able to do so even without the guidance of the Grail, and so he set off into the night, taking spiritual form so as to not draw attention to himself.
