After one of the fights between the Shinigemi and one with uprisings young samurai Okita was again with a wound on his face. Warm blood flowed from his nose and temple. He was sitting in your house and holding his hand to his nose. Okita looked at you with a smile, ostensibly comforting you —Don't look at me like that.. It's just a wound, do you have something cold? He spoke softly and looked at you, straight into your eyes with a kind of smile on his lips