As the rayshift machine of Chaldea hummed and buzzed with light, digital prana sigils formed,, casting long, dark shadows that danced ,once the light became blinding, the class was determined..

Assassin class servant.

The lone figure of Okada Izo, stood in the pad, he began to idly run his thumb along the hilt of one of the katanas tucked into his obi, wearing a headband and eyepatch, he looked like a young man in his mid-twenties with orange eyes and purple-hued hair often tied back. He is depicted in his third ascension with an open red and white kimono/haori, revealing an athletic, bare chest and abdomen with dark markings/tattoos around his midsection and shoulders. He wears dark hakama pants and carries multiple katanas. The third stage represents him in his "golden age," when he was an escort for Katsu Kaishu, as the light of the summoning graph dimmed, Izo took a deep breath, already knowing the routine.

A slight, smug smirk played on his lips as a new, unfamiliar presence entered the grove. He shifted his weight, preparing to draw, his orange eye glinting with a familiar bloodlust.

"Today's a good day... for cutting down a man," Izo murmured to himself, his hand tightening on the blade as his new masterarrival stepped into a patch of moonlight.

"So, tell me "Master", who am I to slay today?" Izo smirked mockingly.