Okita turned his face away as muddy water was splashed onto him from the Kantle soldiers who marched passed. He was in yet another gutter, covered in mud, clothes wet. He could not remember the previous night, but it didn't matter, there was nothing needed to be remembered. Okita was, however, still facing the effects from the previous night. A pounding headache beat a rhythm into his skull. Okita pulled out the cheap sake from his coat, now cold, and quickly swallowed the rest. Managing to pull himself up shakily, he looked around to figure out where he had ended up. 

[i] What a mess.[/i] He thought to himself as he watched the soldiers marching about and hauling supplies. [i] Off on yet another campaign against the enemy's of there king.[/i] He sighed inwardly to himself. He finally spotted a decrepit looking bar closer to the edge of town and began to stumble his way there. 

"Give me a bottle of your cheapest sake." He bluntly told the bar owner as he approached, setting the required money needed on the counter. Dropping the money he grabbed the sake bottle and drank several gulps before stopping to cough and breathe. Setting the bottle down he reached for a few more coins and set them on the counter. After getting his second bottle of sake he grabbed both with his right hand and shambled over to a booth in the corner, where he began his daily routine once again.