Musashi's own tattoo is harder to see, being on the back of her right shoulder. A spiderlily, coloured in a deep red, like the flower that adorns her kimono.

"I didn't actually know him all that well. Another Master had dealings with him, and we had dealings with that guy. Sort of a chain, you could say." Musashi admits. "Though I did stop by his shop a few times. He was one of those irregular classes you get sometimes." She takes another deep drink, trying to remember the name. "...Ahh, a Ruler. That's it. But to be honest, he didn't seem interested in overseeing the Waxing Moon Ritual at all. Mostly he just focused on running his shop of rare and unusual antiquities. Heard he did all right, all things considered."

There's something very Gilgamesh about being summoned as the overseer of a Holy Grail War, or something very much like it, and deciding he'd actually rather just pursue the path of a successful businessman instead.