[It's not like him, yet the oppressive atmosphere and the blood rain continue to wear down on him. Norimune just faintly hear Hizen's voice, before the rain drops' sounds and distance slowly muffle it.
He's moving closer towards Okita Souji, who still look like the very picture of health. And the closer he gets, the easier it is for him to see the sheathed blade at that swordsman's side. Norimune's footsteps slows down as he realise what he's seeing.
That's not Kashuu Kiyomitsu. Or even Yamatonokami Yasusada.
It's even more clearer once he watches Okita unsheathe the blade, its form unmistakeable to Norimune's eyes. It's Kiku-Ichimonji Norimune.
And Okita "noticed" him. Real or trickery, that man's looking back at Norimune.]
... Uhahaha... of course. I should've expected this.
[There's always a possibility of meeting one Okita Souji here, hailing from a world where the stories are true. Such thoughts always give him mixed feelings. Now? It's intensified within his chest.]
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He's moving closer towards Okita Souji, who still look like the very picture of health. And the closer he gets, the easier it is for him to see the sheathed blade at that swordsman's side. Norimune's footsteps slows down as he realise what he's seeing.
That's not Kashuu Kiyomitsu.
Or even Yamatonokami Yasusada.
It's even more clearer once he watches Okita unsheathe the blade, its form unmistakeable to Norimune's eyes. It's Kiku-Ichimonji Norimune.
And Okita "noticed" him. Real or trickery, that man's looking back at Norimune.]
... Uhahaha... of course. I should've expected this.
[There's always a possibility of meeting one Okita Souji here, hailing from a world where the stories are true. Such thoughts always give him mixed feelings. Now? It's intensified within his chest.]