[center] [img] https://i.imgur.com/K9dXELV.png [/img] [/center] [h3][center] Guest appearance by Ashimoto [hider=Ashimoto] [img] https://i.imgur.com/KXpx3si.png [/img] [/hider] Divine Descending Denouement (DDD) Hot Spring, Main Lobby, Foreigner’s Lowlands [/center][/h3] [@Cu Chulainn] [@addamas] “Boss, I knew you'd show up,” Ashimoto, the gruff spoken man who was sitting at the main help desk, limping as he shifted his position from his previously sitting self to a salute of sorts to honor his boss. Of course to someone like Ashimoto, whom of which already believed Gin to be the “coolest possible boss”, the effect of his transformation was lost on him. “Hey did you cut your hair or something,” the giant oaf of a man said as he scratched the back of his head in a rather quizzical fashion. Though he could not directly place his finger on it, it was clear that something was different. But still, from his perspective, it would be impossible for him to figure out what it was exactly. As suddenly as she felt the presence enter the area of the hot springs, Benita was confused. It was no presence the recognized from the Yakuza. Was it a Servant? Or perhaps some sort of aggressor who wished to challenge Benita in a fight? For a moment, she considered recalling her Servant. Even in his position, Benita was sure that Achilles could instantaneously arrive at her position, as he had so many times before. But this presence, regardless of its alien-like nature, also felt a degree of familiarity. As if she had met this person before. Therefore, it was no shock to Benita that Gin was standing in the main lobby. “I see you’re here to see the grand unveiling of the hot springs, no?” Benita told Gin, a bit of a muse in her voice as she stated this to him. “I guess you look a bit different. You look cooler now ... Like an older sister or something.” Older sister? Well, to someone like Benita who had only known her SIsters and Mother as a family, it only made sense that she could not understand nor have the word “brother” in her vocabulary. To Benita, her eyes shining like the sun itself while looking at Gin was trying to pay him a compliment, regardless of the terminology she used. To her, the "coolest" someone could be would be an "older sister", considering out of the twenty sisters she had, twenty-one including herself, she only had a single older sister. But was being called an “older sister” uncool? Or was shooting down a child fan uncool?” Such a troubling statement brought forward by a troubling child.