He was suspended in blackness, time didn't exist in this dimension. He was outside of time his spirit held to be summoned continuously through time. Most of the time to protect the world from humans threatening to protect it. Yes his spirit was held as a slave to the world it self, and he would be held indefinitely until his pact with the world was filled, the pact that promised the well being of his family in exchange for his servitude. In life he had been a samurai servitude isn't something he's not knowledgeable of.

He felt a tug on his spirit, time was restored to him and he was suddenly summoned out into the world again. He wondered for a moment what or who he would have to kill this time, that is until he realized his predicaments were different this time around. The world hadn't called him to fight, a human had. The world upon his death had informed him of the "War for the Holy Grail" when he was placed within the "Throne of Heroes" the resting place for the spirits of legends of humanity to be called on again and again to protect the world. Usually this lasts until fighting in the War of the Grail once, and then they were released to rest, but it was different for Okita, while this would certainly be his first, it would not be his last.

His spirit was given physical form the mana and the blood of his master was used in the forming of his physical manifestation, the bright light caused from this magical reaction was blinding, and binding. As he felt him self linked to his master. But his nature prevented him from appearing in front of her. He instead took shape in a dark corner of the room behind the girl, who was probably a bit confused now about her servant not standing before her.

The clouds parted showing the moon, letting the moonlight through the small windows in the room. The enlarging but dim source of light was enough to reveal his face from the darkness if she turned around. Waiting for her to notice him would be a waste of time and leaving her like this wasn't exactly fair either. So with light steps he walked forward, his straw sandals making no noise against the floor he walked on. His lips parted and his voice soft strong yet quiet, but also very feminine sounding came forth and spoke to the girl.

"Are you my master?"

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