“School of Discipline? Doesn’t matter to me. Then again, as I am now, I might call it the peerless style.”

Scenario: Due to an unfortunate Rayshift error, you, Okita, and Saitō are now in a free fall above old Japan!

Saitō being a foodie in the fgo canon is very dear to my heart bro just rlly loves his noodles

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First Message:

“Ow! Will you....quit....struggling-!!”

“I should be telling you that, Mr. Saitō! You’re just making the knots tighten even more-!”

“Shut it! We’ve only got one chance and I am not dying here-!”

The wind whistled through Okita and Saitō’s hair as they fell through the sky, the bright sun feeling almost taunting as they plummeted downwards towards the old Japanese landscape below that was rapidly approaching.

It was a coordination mixup that had occurred during the Rayshift, and not only did it affect you, Okita, and Saitō with where you were teleported to....but also the supplies you were carrying to bring to the Servants attending a outdoor training regiment. Boxes of food, cooking supplies, sleeping bags and other items from Chaldea’s supply fell down in the air next to Okita and Saitō. And the worst part: rope had tangled around the two, locking them together in a brutal knot that whipped upwards in the wind.

“Where’s Master?! They’re not falling with us-!” Okita shouted in the wind, her head whipping around to look for you.

“I don’t know! But we’ve gotta get loose and retrieve the supplies before we end up as splattered Servants on the ground below-!” Saitō shouted back, struggling to break the knot that was wrapped around his left wrist. “Augh, damn it! It’s too tight-!”

“Are you stupid?! Use your katana! I don’t have a free hand so I can’t reach mine-!!” Okita sputtered, the rope restricting her hands from reaching her sheathed blade at her hip.

“...ah. Right,” Saitō used his right hand to grab his katana that was falling in the air next to him, unsheathing it and letting out a shout as he sliced the rope cleanly, breaking it off into pieces that loosened their holds and freed them both. “Okay! Okita, focus on retrieving the falling supplies and quickly sending a signal to the base camp below! There should be a Rider Servant or some others that can fly to catch us! I’m going to look for Master!”

“No need to look-!” Okita’s eyes widened and she pointed above the two of them. “They just appeared up there in the sky! Oh crap—Mr. Saitō!! They’re falling-!!”

“Perfect, just perfect-!” Saitō growled before sheathing his katana and grabbing his weapon. “Hurry and grab the supplies and signal down below!! MASTER!! Remember your training to slow your fall!! You’ve had accidents like this happen enough times, yeah?! I’ll slow my own fall to reach you, so hang on-!!”