[b]Miyama Town - Abandoned Home - Jacob Ainsworth[/b]
[@Reflection]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWvbJsB0OBc]Jacob[/url] blinked, stopping midway. The screams have long stopped, due to various reasons. Still, it was quite unusual, to be spoken to in the middle of his passion. He had to get used  to that with his servant and what not.

Processing Rider’s words, he hummed in thought. A part of him was tempted. To engage in whatever way he could. But then there was the other part. The part who wanted to have a proper... presentation. This felt a bit too soon, just a bit too early. With that in mind, he nodded to himself with a smile.

“I’d prefer it if you merely remembered their faces and moved on. No need to be overzealous and what not. Not to mention, the day is still young. We should widen our...options.”

Having ‘said’ that, he returned his focus to his work.

[b]Miyama Town - Kawakami Gensai[/b]

[@Lucker13]

On their way to buying new clothes, Gensai held the sheath that was supposedly used to have summoned her. Wielding it in her hand, she gave it a few swings, humming in thought. Hm. That sensation... She exhaled, putting the sheathe next to her hip, with her other hand grabbing where the hilt would be-

[i]Cut cut cut, so much blood. They wouldn’t stop coming. Enemies everywhere. All of them so weak. Was her country so weak now, was the Bakufu so foolish? 

Blade broke, sheathe is thus useless. Throw both away, kill and knock out others. Pick up other sword, kill more. Breathing heavy. Allies covering her back. Enemies in front. A wide smile, as if this was all just a stupid jo- [/i]

Gensai merely twitched before returning the sheath to her master, smile on her face as if nothing happened.

“Apologies, master. This is not the weapon I used for my... infamous kill. Rather, it’s a sheath that I had to throw away during the second Choshu campaign. Suffice to say it was quite….hectic.”

With that said and done, they had arrived in one of the more modern clothes shop. Looking around, Gensai was a bit confused. While yes, she gained knowledge from modern times, seeing it was a whole different thing. There were so many clothes that would fit more in a man’s shop. Gensai giggled, as she was led inside by a worked, fooled by her master’s words. Well, she wasn’t going to object now, was she?

It didn’t take long to buy her new outfit. “Sports mix kawaii”, the attendant called it. Flexible blue jeans, white sneakers and a white t-shirt with some buttons that only extended to her chest were bought. The T-shirt was apparently a normal shirt one would wear during “tennis”. Whatever it was for, she liked it. Modest, flexible and according to her taste. Well, it wasn’t her usual “housewife” outfit, but it’ll do.

Leaving the place, she listened to her master’s ideas. Nodding a few times, she hummed in thought, her hand on her chin.

“Sounds reasonable enough to me. May I ask what your abilities are? It would help if I knew what you are capable of, master.”

After all, in a war like this, she could every bit of help she could get. Or at least, know if her master was ‘dead weight’ like a certain manslayer brat would say it. If he was weaker than usual, she had to protect him accordingly.