The moment he was out of Blake's point of view, Haruki walked over to the dome, untying the sash around his waist in the meantime. He didn't hesitate to drop his hakama onto the ground just like that, sliding into the water. It was comfortably warm as it flowed over his body when he scooped it up by his hands and poured it over his head. He needed to get rid of the stench of sake in his hair that that fool managed to get into it by tossing a bottle at him. He avoided looking at the sign on the back of his hand as much as he could... It was more than disturbing. Now, after being messed with in that strange dream, he was almost certain that it wasn't an empty threat.<br/><br/>Though, now it was more important to concentrate on getting the dirt off his skin. His clothes would most likely need some water, too, but what else would he wear then? He'd have to deal with it... A little stinky robe was better than a drenched one. He submerged his head once again, and with an abrupt move sprang back up. Streams of water were running down his fair skin as he bent his head back and wiped the water out of his head, catching his breath.<br/><br/>After a while, he managed to climb out of the dome and put his attire back on. With one last yawn, he rushed through the house towards the place where Blake told him he'd be at. Nyoko was, as he knew her, most likely taking her time with washing herself... She always took hours. What a shame he forgot to mention that - they wouldn't have to go out for nothing now.<br/><br/>Wrapping the crimson sash around his right hand once again, he approached the village gate. Off course, she was not there yet.