Wrenching her mind from killing-mode back into thinking-mode was hard enough. Trying to understand what Ryouma was trying to say was even harder. The plan, she got. Blueprints, blah blah, wait for an opportune time to strike, blah blah...Ryouma was good at the whole tactics thing.

Not so the whole reading thing, but...

He was really illiterate? Katsuko wrinkled her brow, but crouched down beside him and placed a finger on the bedroom Ryouma had pointed out before. "Masahiko's aide lives here, and one of the doors in his room opens onto Masahiko's suite."

She lifted her finger and traced the kanji running down the side of the page. "And you're right, this is the guards' schedule. They change every three hours."

Ryouma's eyes were narrowed in concentration as he stared down at the blueprints. Katsuko took her hand off the paper and wrapped her hands around her knees, rocking back onto her heels. "It also says that Masahiko retires to bed around midnight and rises at dawn pretty regularly."