[Norimune lock eyes with Okita, who looks far too pleased by their clash. In contrast, there's no smile on Norimune's face. How could he? The simple joy of battle doesn't erase his complicated feelings for his "master".]
"How unusual. Our swords matched!"
[Okita is speaking, and Norimune's expression turn more serious and he sealed his lips. Conversing with this illusion is likely a bad idea, no matter how realistic he looks and acts.
Seemingly sensing Hizen, Okita push himself backward. However, Hizen's sword did graze the front of his uniform. Perhaps deep enough to reach skin? He glances at Hizen, before turning his gaze back onto Norimune.
Norimune is thinking quickly. Either he fully capture Okita's attention, or restrain him in some way... Or simply kill him.]
flips a coin...
"How unusual. Our swords matched!"
[Okita is speaking, and Norimune's expression turn more serious and he sealed his lips. Conversing with this illusion is likely a bad idea, no matter how realistic he looks and acts.
Seemingly sensing Hizen, Okita push himself backward. However, Hizen's sword did graze the front of his uniform. Perhaps deep enough to reach skin? He glances at Hizen, before turning his gaze back onto Norimune.
Norimune is thinking quickly. Either he fully capture Okita's attention, or restrain him in some way... Or simply kill him.]