In midair, two parachute blossoms gradually folded in as they neared the ground.
Bang! Bang!
Samael adjusted the cords, landed successfully on the roof of a Western-style house.
By comparison, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who clung to a magician's pride and was unfamiliar with modern equipment, handled the parachute rather clumsily. After several failed attempts to change direction, he could only honestly serve as a dangling accessory, drifting wherever the wind carried him.
Samael, having landed first, watched Tokiomi Tohsaka drift toward the open plaza. He shook his head helplessly and grumbled inwardly.
Looks like I can't count on my Master. I'll have to carry this round myself.
The Ancient Serpent promptly unfastened his parachute cords, opened the stairwell door by the balcony, and began searching the house nearby.
To his surprise, he had gotten lucky right from the start. He found a Soviet Mosin-Nagant rifle, a 2x scope, three rolls of bandages, and over a dozen rounds.
After briefly taking stock of the loot, Samael skillfully took up a commanding position in the house. As he set up the Mosin-Nagant, he gave orders to Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was looking around aimlessly after landing, through the team channel.
"Tokiomi, I'm in the building at your seven o'clock. I'll keep watch. Run over here."
"Alright!"
Having succeeded in the previous eating contest, Tokiomi Tohsaka decisively nodded when faced with another field unfamiliar to him. He obediently followed instructions and moved toward the nearby house.
"Keep your head down and move faster! Don't charge straight down the street, hey! Flank around! Do you understand flanking? Find cover!"
However, before Tokiomi Tohsaka had taken more than a few steps, Samael the professional looked through his scope at the gentleman of the magecraft world strolling leisurely across the open ground with his head held high. His