Night Shift 35: M11-M20 Hall
[In M13 to start]
Homura had spent the time for dinner in thought, to such a degree that he all but ignored Shito during the meal. He was trying to think, not like his future self would have, because that was all but impossible. Still, after his decisions that day, he wanted to take measures to help the group he had gathered. The position of leader was no longer his, and rightfully so with his utter inexperience. But there had to be something he could contribute, be it input or observations made with what he knew now--anything he could add that would possibly help them all escape.
And of course, there was the matter of fighting.
His body had the tone of a well-trained warrior. It was surprising in some ways, to find much harder muscle beneath the skin than what had been there only days ago in his memory. Yet Homura knew that would only go so far in battles, and that he would need experience to be of use in that area. So when the call for night came, he moved over to the closet, standing in the doorway and looking at the sword.
It had the shape of Nataku's blade. Somehow it didn't surprise Homura to find out that this was the case.
Homura had spent the time for dinner in thought, to such a degree that he all but ignored Shito during the meal. He was trying to think, not like his future self would have, because that was all but impossible. Still, after his decisions that day, he wanted to take measures to help the group he had gathered. The position of leader was no longer his, and rightfully so with his utter inexperience. But there had to be something he could contribute, be it input or observations made with what he knew now--anything he could add that would possibly help them all escape.
And of course, there was the matter of fighting.
His body had the tone of a well-trained warrior. It was surprising in some ways, to find much harder muscle beneath the skin than what had been there only days ago in his memory. Yet Homura knew that would only go so far in battles, and that he would need experience to be of use in that area. So when the call for night came, he moved over to the closet, standing in the doorway and looking at the sword.
It had the shape of Nataku's blade. Somehow it didn't surprise Homura to find out that this was the case.