Seeing him stand and stretch had Okita doubling over as if to catch Mordred... But miraculously, he managed to keep his balance without discernable issue....
Amazement in her eyes, she watched the unimpeded knight wander...
“ You're standing...?! With that slash I gave you, —
❝ What is this place? ❞
The blond asked as he walked out to gaze at the town bathed in moonlight.
His fierce emerald hues soon shifted away from the village, as he turned to look at the woman before him.
❝ Guess I should ask who you are as well. ❞
— answering,
“ ... Kyoto... ”
With a pout.
“ You really don't remember anything... ”
She also cast her pouty gaze upon the starlit town.
“ Okita Souji... The Shinsengumi's First Unit Captain.
As you can probably tell, you're under arrest. ”
Until her empty stare met —
— tested Okita's blade once before. A clash that still replays in her mind among the bloody scenes at Ikedaya.
Even bare, the Tennen Rishin ryu's finest couldn't put her guard down.
“ Viper.
Have you found things to your liking? I've seen Master has been relying on you... 💢 ”
Ripples in the water woke Okita from the warm serenity. Where her body and all its own scars were embraced by the nearly uncomfortable heat.
Where the steam rising breathed life into forever sickly lungs.
Her eyes were wide to find this unlikely visitor. The assassin who —
—
Much, if at all.
Truthfully, at the moment, she had little to no intention of bringing attention to it, nor did she even intend address the Saber much.
She’s just here to relax…
To clean herself a bit…
To pass some time…
Countless cicadas chirped a cacophony in the forest surrounding the small town. Wooden houses with thatched roofs sprawled Mordred's view of the window.
The lost knight's stirring awoke Okita from her own rest. As her eyes adjusted to the soft light coming in from the moon, —
His wound was bandaged and he was wearing a robe of some kind.
He understood what happened now, wounded that woman must’ve taken him to be treated.
Sigh. .
❝ I wish this were just a dream. . ❞
He mumbled before laying back down.
— she caught a glimpse of him laying back down.
Okita jolted up and sped across the tatami floor to the bedroll.
“ You alive? You looked battered to hell, but you still threw yourself at an officer... And you survived.
I've seen a fair few foreigners, but none waving their —
Jostled around, her rocking head turned to find the usual suspect. Disorder in the flesh. Okita could only scowl.
Stabbing a sword into the warlord's abdomen with a flat expression. Knowing it wouldn't seriously harm her.
“ Quit throwing me around! ”
All that joy would suddenly leave. So fickle, it was like it never existed.
“ I was thinking about something I'll never have. It's not worth coming out with...
What has you out today, Garuda? ”
“ Would I? ”
Somehow, her nose went higher. Peak daishouri.
“ A new spirit origin, huh? ”
Her imagination ran wild. But the more she thought about it, reality would set in. For a second there she was getting ahead of herself.
“ Yeah, but that would be a miracle... 💢💧 ”
[So bright...!! Ritsuka puts a hand over his eyes dramatically, as if to shield them from her brilliance.]
Imagine it, though! Your spirit origin could change to yet another class! Maybe you could try a different type of swimsuit, too? I bet you'd look /great/ in a one piece!