In any other sense Kenshin might have worried that Homura ‘handling Okita personally’ would not go well for either of them, but Homura had much more to lose than one of his greatest fighters if he decided to discipline the Shinsengumi captain. He and Okita were friends; Homura would do everything in his power to ensure that this ended well for as many people as possible because he didn’t want Okita hurt.
The rurouni shrugged. “It wasn’t easy,” he admitted. “It was more a matter of timing than speed. Without a clear pattern to follow, we were left with only our senses of hearing and a distant rumble to indicate where and when a boulder would be coming toward us. The immediate reaction is to try to time the rocks to see when the next one is coming, and in this case the immediate reaction is completely useless. It’s got less to do with being quick and everything to do with never stopping, never resting. You have to make it through the tunnel basically in one go or else you’ll be crushed.” It had been maddening, the way the rocks had come at them without rhyme or reason and no way to determine when the next one would come. He had been taught to think on his toes and react to the slightest change, but he also liked patterns. Every swordsman was predictable, if one bothered to study the patterns. Nothing was truly random in life…except for these rocks, apparently.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “We got to the end of the hallway and opened the door, and then…nothing. This one woke up back in his bed, just like every other night. Still, this one does believe we were in the basement. It seems consistent with some of the stranger descriptions this one has read on the bulletin board, back before the nurses started policing every note.”
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The rurouni shrugged. “It wasn’t easy,” he admitted. “It was more a matter of timing than speed. Without a clear pattern to follow, we were left with only our senses of hearing and a distant rumble to indicate where and when a boulder would be coming toward us. The immediate reaction is to try to time the rocks to see when the next one is coming, and in this case the immediate reaction is completely useless. It’s got less to do with being quick and everything to do with never stopping, never resting. You have to make it through the tunnel basically in one go or else you’ll be crushed.” It had been maddening, the way the rocks had come at them without rhyme or reason and no way to determine when the next one would come. He had been taught to think on his toes and react to the slightest change, but he also liked patterns. Every swordsman was predictable, if one bothered to study the patterns. Nothing was truly random in life…except for these rocks, apparently.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “We got to the end of the hallway and opened the door, and then…nothing. This one woke up back in his bed, just like every other night. Still, this one does believe we were in the basement. It seems consistent with some of the stranger descriptions this one has read on the bulletin board, back before the nurses started policing every note.”