"They were? I mean...are?" Ayumu hesitated a moment, then laughed, a little embarrassed. "Sorry, it's still kind of hard to think about it that way. I...I'm used to living in Kyoto where they're roaming the streets, and to you - well, it's just a name in a book, isn't it?"

It really was difficult to grasp, that her reality was someone else's dull history. Or, apparently, costume choices. Not that anyone was going to be dressing up as her, or anything of the sort. If she did her job correctly, nobody would know she was there.

As for Okita...well, Honey would have to deal with that. Ayumu assumed the man would be wise enough to warn anyone who wanted to spar with him, if he was willing to do so. It was none of her affair.