A woman flickered into existence in this area at this period of time. Where she was is unknown to her, for she had never seen such sights before. For a moment, she remained still, staring into the distance as she still perceived herself inside the Time Vault, tiny as it may be, within that wretched House. Finally, some... blue afterimages, appeared around her and converged onto her form, time catching up to her. Looking around, she took a sharp breath and reached for the sword on her waist, an ornamented, white, ōdachi with blue wrappings across its sheathe, a similarly blue tassel hanging from its grip. The former Dihui Star's blade. Her afterimages continue appearing around the area.

"What... is this? Is this another trick from the Nursefathers? Making me think I'm outside of the vault...? No. I cannot be fooled. This must be another..." Yoshihide's body briefly flickered to herself from the past, beaten and bruised by the Thumb's Nursefather because she just wanted to. Another moment and her body was cut and sliced until gasping for her last breath, used as "material" by the Ring's Nursefather, but never dying. Then she was a child, crying over... something unrecognizable, the Middle's Nursefather breaking anything and everything she loved. And lastly, listening to the dark and gruesome endings of the stories that the Index Nursefather has told her, dictated by the Prescripts. Then her body flickered back into her current form. Yet, she was still flickering.

Ryōshū reached for the second blade on her back, the Arayashiki. The Tiansha Star's blade. Her blade. At the cost of her own memories, her existence, she can cut through existence itself with it. A weapon reserved only for cutting down the House of Spiders. "Right. That was the past. I'm not in the vault anymore... and that wasn't my name anymore. I am Ryōshū of the now, not Yoshihide of the past. I can... still see that thread I must sever. I must sever this one last thread, even if it means severing myself and... everything." The hatred in her voice was clear. Her hatred for the House of Spiders is one of, if not the only thing keeping her going...

Ryōshū turns to look around the area, taking in these newfound sights. But she shook her head, sighing at herself. "No. I cannot wonder what could be. I need to get back. This freedom is not worth it if they are still alive and kicking. I must sever away every thread wrapped around me. I must cut the Nursefathers down… so that not a single strand may surface again, nor look up at the sky. So that nothing and no one will call my name..." She began walking in the direction of the thread only she could see. The red fabric wrapping around her, binding her, entangling her within the very center of the Spider's Thread, and everything related to them... She has to get back. She MUST get back. Back to the House of Spiders within The City. To sever every thread, no matter the cost...

Then, Ryōshū noticed a presence near her. She turned to them, glaring at them with a deep crimson gaze. The blue afterimages of various ages and times of her whole life, past and future, continue around her. The ones closest to the here and now are also glaring. They converge upon her, her physical body flicking back to the past, then immediately back to the present. She reached for the blade, the Dihui Star's blade, on her waist once more. "And you better not get in my way, got it? Or I'll leave nothing left of you, too." She spoke with a cold tone, leaving no room for arguments. Though, you weren't of the House of Spiders, so she wouldn't actually just attack you without a reason. A faint blue glow of the images surround her and the places they appear, and a faint red outline over all of their bodies. The blade, Arayashiki, on her back remained there, waiting for its time to be used.