"A person only receives answers when it is time for them to receive answers."
"You can try looking for them."
Sen no Rikyu merely offered a hint.
Komahime within her Spirit Origin was nearly worried to death.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Sen no Rikyu thoughtfully.
Miss Rikyu...
She seemed to know something.
But she was unwilling to say it.
Why was that?
Okita Souji Alter, hiding in the corner, turned back for a glance and shook her head.
Sen no Rikyu knew everything.
Whether it was the truth behind this Singularity or something else, Sen no Rikyu knew it, and Komahime, who shared her Spirit Origin, knew it as well. But neither of them would reveal anything crucial. Their greatest purpose was to serve as the wardens of this "prison," keeping Okita Souji Alter imprisoned here.
Of course, both sides had agreed to it willingly.
Their question unanswered, Sakumura Kanna left Yoshiro Tea House with Fujimaru Ritsuka, her face clouded with worry, and sighed.
"Sorry, Fujimaru, for making you wait so long."
"It's fine. Miss Rikyu's tea was delicious."
Fujimaru Ritsuka waved a hand.
"I'll take you to the Patrol Bureau. Miss Souji works there, and Mr. Sakumura and I go there often too."
Patting her chest, Kanna could only offer a kind smile, doing her best not to look quite so gloomy.
"Ah, kabuki."
"Ah, shamisen."
"How... how did things end up like this?"
Takasugi Shinsaku leaned over the railing, looking as though he had turned into a pile of snowy-white ash.
"Maybe it was because you insisted on making me perform the shamisen that those things were drawn here."
Izumo no Okuni sat on a cushion, idly fiddling with her shamisen as she glared irritably at that rude fellow who kept yelling about "sleeping with you until dawn."