Himeji Castle, Hyogo Prefecture. It took them a few hours to hitch a ride in Tokyo (they were handling some kind of business) and another few to actually arrive there. For what it was worth, Haru only agreed to their inevitable altercation because Rias-senpai had an important business meeting with some of the other groups and she was in some undisclosed deal with them, too. Whatever it was, didn't matter because all he remembered was that she said:
"I'm so sorry Haru, but I need to do something with them right now. I might be gone for a whole week, but I'm not so sure what else to say but take care with the rest of the club." She bowed down and went out of the hotel room with Akeno and Kiba towed behind her.
Which led him—though her would be more appropriate at the moment—to this. Staring straight at the legendary Himeji Castle, wearing a red t-shirt and cap, a pair of denims and of course carrying a light assortment of equipment on a small blue backpack behind her. Her swords would not need to be carried physically seeing how they'd be very suspect in Japan nowadays, but Musashi still felt the need to carry them somehow.
She did it successfully with a pair of sheaths hanging just next to her backpack, and despite the curious shape no one really bothered her about them, which suited her just fine. From what she could understand they saw her swords as a pair of shinai, or she might be mistaken. Well, it didn't really matter now.
What did matter was for her to find some temporary lodgings in time. Seeing the Inn just a few blocks away was enough to alleviate her concerns however, and it only took a few minutes talking to the owner about her week and a half long stay to give her the keys to her room, from which she stuffed her belongings near her futon. Sighing, she waited until it was nighttime to make her move. It wouldn't do well for anyone to see her go inside, after all.
After a quick dinner at a local eatery, she set off. Getting her swords, she swapped into her kimono and disappeared from sight. Walking slowly to the entrance, she let Musashi take over and handle the rest. She knows her more personally, after all, and it would do well for her to negotiate.
Musashi walked around the hallways with ease. In her lifetime, she was already somewhat familiar with the layout but it was a good idea regardless to find something to make her wandering more fulfilling. She paused at an intersection, noticing the restroom sign on top of the door in front of her. Modern furnishings would be expected if she thought of the Osakabehime that lived in Chaldea, but she didn't think it went this far.
In fact, it did, considering all of the modern implements she wasn't really expecting a UNESCO World Heritage Site to have sockets dotting the hallways. She guessed that she used some kind of trick to hide them from any tourists, but brushed the implication off. Or maybe she did? She did have a pretty high Morph skill, and she also made that massive Eli-chan mech that Halloween.
She froze, and smiled. She could hear the wailings and footsteps of a girl all around her, and that voice was distinct enough on its own. Even if this world's Miyamoto Musashi was a man just like the last world she found herself in, she'd recognize her immediately. Though, did she really have to go for the white lady aesthetic? She could see her wearing that bedsheet around, and for maximum effect she even took her glasses off.
She thought she was a fox, or at the very least a bat… But that didn't matter. Even in this world it seemed that Osakabehime-chan had the same face she had when she extorted was gifted that snazzy sword the first time she ventured into the castle. After that, she visited from time to time to keep her company, and the rest was history.
Even if her techniques to keep people from bothering anymore, she was sure it was still the same Osakabehime she remembered. And so, when the foxfire popped up in front of her, the telltale appearance of her Sailor Uniform/pink coat with a cheap bedsheet on top, it felt like she was right on the money. Her face, though
"Osakabehime, it's been a while!" Though not recognizing her immediately, the sword stance the swordswoman was was intensely familiar to her. And not to mention, her magical aura… Her eyes widened, pointing at the other girl.
"Mu-Musashi-chan!?" She basically shouted, shocked that her old friend was back to life. And a girl, at that. The latter part was more important to her, honestly, since she's seen the revival thing often enough with the local Devil community.
She dropped all pretenses and leaped straight at Osakabehime, pushing both of them on the wooden floor with a bang. She nuzzled next to her shocked face, even as Osakabehime attempted to and failed to resist her affectionate glomping.
"It's been so long, Okkie! Don't you know that?" Musashi shouted, glad to see another familiar face after so long hanging out with new ones.
"M-Musashi-chan, weren't you a guy—o-or were you a girl, I can't even remember anymore!" Osakabehime had evidently been quarantined in her home still this entire time, which was unsurprising considering how long she's been doing it. "H-How are you still alive, I saw you dead centuries ago!" She paused. "AND WHY ARE YOU A GIRL!"
Musashi stopped nuzzling and stared straight at Osakabehime's face, which made the omega NEET blush. "Oh, that's a long story, silly." Releasing the hold, wherein both awkwardly stood up afterwards. Still grinning, Musashi continued. "Come on! Let's talk about it in your room—It's still on the top floor, right? We have a lot to go over."
"W-Wait Musashi-chan, I don't think you're understanding my need for privacy—"
"Oh, will you relax? I'm just getting started!" She smiled, and picked up the approaching girl on her two arms, carrying her like a bride to Osakabehime's room.
The rest of the evening was a joyful and tearful reunion between the two old friends, even if one of the two happened to be an alternate dimension, big booby version of her old friend that looked nigh identical to the version of her that she had in the game she was playing. That part wasn't as important, somehow, but it was still brought up. And wasn't she glad that she met a fictional character in her home? Though she was mildly offended that she was dubbed a fictional character, it wasn't too bad and they sparked
When the time came for her to leave, to put it bluntly, she didn't have to. She got a room near Osakabehime's, and even came to the point that Osakabehime personally requested that she cuddled next to her. Which she agreed to, at least. She was starved for attention after stuffing herself in her room for so long, that she wasn't sure if it was 5 centuries or 7 since she first met her.
And so, the only thing she had to do when she came back to her room in the inn the next day was explain bluntly that she woke up flat drunk and sleeping in a dumpster after a rowdy night. They didn't need to explain any more than that afterwards, letting them fill in the bits themselves. It was the same pattern over and over again until the day she came to leave.
And on that day… "Okkie-chan, can you promise me something?" Osakabehime waited for the response, knowing what to expect, and nodded. "Do try to be a bit more sociable, okay?" Osakabehime nodded, nervously, looking around at the crowd gathering near the trains, and of the people staring at her curious attire.
"I already gave you my contact information, so if you ever need something, just give me a call." She paused after hearing her train arrive at the station. "Ah, that's my train! Take care!" She said goodbye, ran towards the doors, and the image of the travelling girl would be etched in Osakabehime's memory for the rest of her immortal life. She smiled, and nodded once again, mostly to herself this time.
The train slowly drove away from the city, and Osakabehime walked back home. Arriving at the castle, she nodded off all the security guards who were wondering what the princess was doing outside of the castle for once. Arriving at her room, she wondered if her NEET lifestyle was really going to be sustainable with Musashi coming in and out whenever she wanted now. She'll see.
Lying down on her futon, she would pick up her phone and play around with it, but a piece of paper sparkled like crystals on top of her kotatsu. Walking over to it, she gasps, and realizes exactly what it was. She cries, thanking Musashi over and over again for being such a good friend and promises to keep her end of the deal.
Motivated, she runs over to her desktop PC and immediately went on a buying spree on Amazon to buy workout equipment and socialization books. Because Haru and Musashi were feeling generous.
The gifts she gave?
5 400$ Google Gift Cards.
And that was enough to make the NEETest of NEETs to finally work herself to proper shape.