July 1865
I sit in the shade of a tree at the temple, on a rock that used to set off the asture garden, before this became the Shinsengumi’s home. The first troupe is having practice, and Okita-san sits next to me, watching. Sometimes he gets up and gives guidance, but he’s mostly just watching.
“I’m sorry I can’t take you to Goin Matsuri tomorrow, but we’re all assigned to go out an patrol to keep the peace.” He laughs. “And tonight as well. It seems that in Kyoto, there are festivals before festivals.”
I smile. “That’s the way of Kyoto.” Of course right now it’s very easy to lose the festival spirit – there are too many tensions and it’s only getting worse.
“Alright – enough for now. Rest before tonight!” He orders, standing up. Most of his men disburse. Two of the younger men run up, with red faces. “Captain! Are you going out this afternoon? May we not come with you? It’s too dangerous out there for her, she will only distract you should you be ambushed!”