It was nearly noon when Okita Souji finally opened her eyes.
She sat up in bed and stretched with a big yawn.
As soon as she raised her arms, she saw love bites covering her entire body from neck to thighs—front and back—like a strawberry field in full bloom.
What an animal!
Blushing furiously, Okita quickly grabbed the bedsheet to wrap around herself, hiding all those embarrassing marks.
Her Master wasn't beside her, and the bedding had long gone cold—he must have woken up hours ago.
The clanging of cooking utensils downstairs suggested he was probably preparing lunch.
"Mmm~ah!"
Wrapped in the sheet, Okita got out of bed with a small yawn.
If this were her old Servant body, even after last night's... vigorous activities, she'd be full of energy as long as she had enough magical energy—no need for sleep at all. But now that her Master had incarnated her, she needed regular sleep like clockwork.
Hard to say whether that was an advantage or disadvantage.
Thinking this, she headed toward the bathroom.
She remembered her clothes being taken off by her Master last night and left in the bathroom—they should still be there.
But the bathroom was completely empty, spotless as if just renovated.
"That's strange, where are my clothes?"
Okita padded barefoot out of the room to the staircase, peering downstairs.
"Master, where are my clothes?"
"I washed them."
"Then what should I wear?"
"Wait a moment, I'll be right up!"
Since her Master said so, Okita had no choice but to wait.
Judging by the sounds from downstairs, lunch wouldn't be ready soon. Okita tossed aside the sheet and went back to the bathroom, filling the tub for a relaxing hot bath.
Soaking in the water, she frowned at the clusters of love bites on her chest.
With so many marks, summer clothes would be impossible—they'd show everything.
Okita rubbed at them, but no matter how hard she scrubbed (just how much force had her Master used?), the marks wouldn't fade. She gave up with a sigh.
She'd have to wear thicker clothes today.
Worst case, she could materialize her spiritual attire with the haori, but that would make her look like a cosplayer in this era—too conspicuous.
Before long, footsteps sounded on the wooden stairs.
Soon, a figure appeared outside the bathroom, sliding open the glass door without hesitation.
"Master?! Even if you're coming in, could you at least knock?"
Instinctively curling into a ball in the tub with only her head above water, Okita stared wide-eyed at Roy who'd entered.
"I brought you clothes."
Roy chuckled at her shy reaction, making himself at home as he sat on the stool.
Then he opened his Imaginary Number Space and pulled out a set of women's clothing.
Okita peeked slightly.
"Is it a dress?"
"Yep. Since we have the chance, why not try it?"
"But what about all these marks?"
"Well..."
Roy hesitated, looking at Okita's resentful expression in the bathtub.
Even though the vital areas were covered, plenty of marks remained visible elsewhere. Okita's resilient physique had led to some overexcitement the previous night.
"Master, do you think it's fine if others see the marks on me?"
Okita looked at Roy with a faintly melancholic expression as she spoke.
"No, absolutely not! Let's pick something else!"
Roy shook his head quickly, putting the dress he had just taken out back and rummaging through the Imaginary Space for alternatives.
Watching him frown in frustration as he picked through the clothes, Okita couldn't help but submerge the lower half of her face in the hot water, her lips curling into a pleased, cat-like smile beneath the surface—like a kitten who had just stolen a treat.
"How about this one?"
"It does cover up a lot—actually, it barely shows anything. But isn't it summer right now?"
"It's fine. The weather's been terrible these past few days."
Roy pointed out the window.
Outside, dark clouds blanketed the sky, and strong winds howled, shaking the trees in the distance. The gloomy weather looked ready to unleash a downpour at any moment.
"A typhoon's passing through. Dressing warmly isn't a bad idea."
"I see."
Okita nodded in agreement.
Then she pointed at the bathroom door.
"Could you step out for a moment, Master? I'd like to get out now."
"Why so shy? Was there anywhere left unexplored last night?"
"...Master's gotten so shameless."
With a complicated expression, Okita gave him a look before slowly rising from the bathtub.
Right under Roy's watchful gaze, she dried herself off and took the clothes from him one by one, dressing herself.
Roy observed her with a strange expression.
Her movements were slightly awkward—clearly not entirely indifferent.
But the fact that she didn't resist at all was unexpectedly surprising to him.
"If you're this open about it, I'd say there's something wrong with you too..."
"I am Master's sword. If Master wants to look, then I'll let him look all he wants!"
Okita's face was bright red, clearly embarrassed.
Yet she stubbornly maintained a resolute expression, feigning boldness as she displayed her body.
This, too, had its own peculiar charm!
After all, her body had already been seen by her Master countless times.
She was almost used to it by now.
That's what Okita told herself.
"Let's have lunch first."
"Okay!"
Downstairs in the kitchen, the meal Roy had prepared was already laid out. The rich aroma of oil filled the entire attic, and the all-meat dishes looked packed with energy—proof of his years of living alone.
After devouring the hearty lunch, Okita stepped outside the attic.
By now, the sky was completely shrouded in dark clouds, the sun nowhere to be seen. Fierce winds raged beyond the barrier, bending the ancient trees on the nearby mountain slopes nearly in half as torrential rain poured down.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a violent storm—as if an entire ocean had been lifted into the sky and dumped back down.
Fortunately, the barrier surrounding the attic shielded them from the wind and rain. Though the howling storm could be heard outside, the space around them remained perfectly calm, not a single drop of rain reaching them. It felt like being in a peaceful paradise, untouched by the chaos of the world.
Okita arrived at the small courtyard in front of the attic, her hand gripping the air as she summoned her sword, channeling the magical energy within her body to circulate throughout her limbs.
For a moment, the already formidable magical energy she possessed now seemed divinely enhanced, as if blessed by the gods.
A sense of power far surpassing her previous limits filled her entire being, and each swing of her blade grew sharper and more lethal, exuding an aura as dangerous as the Grim Reaper himself.
"My magical energy has grown so strong! No—this is the unique nature of this world's cursed energy. The physical enhancement it provides far exceeds that of magical energy. If I were to encounter that guy from last night again, even as I am now, I'd absolutely not lose!"
Okita continued swinging her sword relentlessly.
Thrilled by the newfound strength surging within her, her heart leaped with excitement.
That man from last night, Toji Fushiguro, had been incredibly powerful. If she had faced him one-on-one, she could have only relied on her speed and instincts to keep up, with little chance of securing victory.
But now, with her power significantly amplified, simply reinforcing her body with cursed energy might be enough to match him blow for blow!
"How does it feel?"
Roy appeared at the attic doorway, watching Okita immersed in her training with an amused smile.
Okita stopped mid-swing, clenching her fist with visible delight.
"Yes, Master, I feel better than ever!"
As expected of her Master!
The one and only existence chosen by the Root!
Though his method of granting this power was... unconventional, to say the least, the strength itself was undeniably extraordinary.
"Just by adapting to this world's rules, I've grown so much stronger. It's unbelievable—something I could never have imagined in my past life."
A deep sense of emotion colored Okita's expression.
She had already been dead once.
In her previous life, she had succumbed to lung disease before even reaching thirty, forced to leave the Shinsengumi far too soon. Even the swordsmanship she had dedicated her life to—the Tennen Rishin-ryū—had never reached its peak, leaving her buried with endless regrets.
Yet now, as a Servant and having met her Master, she had been granted the chance to surpass even that.
"Don't settle for this just yet. In the future, I'll take you to see even greater heights."
Roy gazed at Okita's satisfied expression, his eyes brimming with warmth.
"Yes, I look forward to it, Master!"
Where would following her Master lead her next?
Okita's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Souji, come here for a moment."
Roy suddenly recalled something and beckoned to her with a smile.
"What is it, Master?"
Puzzled, Okita approached him.
As she stood before him, Roy raised his hand and lightly tapped her forehead with a finger.
"The benefits of this world aren't limited to cursed energy. Its unique techniques also hold great value. Let me engrave a few of them onto you as well!"
Roy had already considered which techniques would suit Okita best and now imprinted them directly into her mind.
Unlike Megumi Fushiguro, who had only received one technique, Okita was his own. Without hesitation, Roy engraved three techniques onto her at once.
Okita was already formidable, but with three additional techniques, her strength would skyrocket even further.
At this rate, she might even be able to take on Sukuna by herself.
Roy granted Okita the magecraft formula, and she was so excited that she immediately ran to the courtyard, eager to start practicing.
But Roy stopped her.
"Let's go out first. There'll be time for practice later. I'll teach you then."
"Where are we going?"
Hearing this, Okita reluctantly gave up on practicing and ran back to Roy's side.
"To a live concert."
Roy smiled as he took out his phone, giving an answer that made Okita's head fill with question marks.
It wasn't that she didn't understand what a live concert was.
But what did a live concert have to do with the two of them?
Was her Master the type to enjoy live concerts?