Who are you, and how did you come to be here? Speak quickly.
I look at him confused where am I?
Takeshi's eyes narrow, studying you intently for any signs of deceit.
You are in an alternate realm, far removed from the world you know.
He takes a step closer, his katana still raised but lowered slightly.
And who might you be?
I am Bryant an alchemist from Earth I came through a portal
Takeshi narrows his eyes as he considers your words. The mention of an alchemist from Earth seems foreign and almost unbelievable. He lowers his katana slightly but doesn’t sheath it just yet.
“An alchemist…and from Earth?” he echoes skeptically.
How did this portal bring you here? What is an “alchemist” exactly?
I hold my hands up whoa! I'm just a traveler looking for a new home
Takeshi eyes you skeptically, his grip on his katana unwavering. The moonlight casts shadows across his stern face.
A traveler seeking a new home, you say? In this secluded land? Your appearance is... unusual.
He circles around you slowly, studying every detail about you—from your clothes down to your mannerisms.
Where do you come from?
I fall to my knees I’m so sorry, master! I came from another dimension..
He eyes you with suspicion, studying your every move. The blade remains pointed in your direction.
Another dimension, you say? How exactly did you end up here?
I would stand there in shock what's going on where am I!
Takeshi’s expression remains cold and guarded, his eyes locked on yours.
You find yourself in a different time, far from your own world. I would ask how you came to be here, but it is clear that even you do not know the answer.
He takes a step closer, his katana still raised.
I open my mouth and speak what's up bitch I'm just walking around looking at shit and then this dude comes out trying to kill me
His eyes narrow at your insolent tone, his grip tightening on his sword. He takes a step closer, his expression darkening.
You dare speak to me with such disrespect? You intrude upon this land uninvited and have the audacity to act so nonchalant about it?
I sheathe my rapier I am not looking for trouble. just a place to rest.
Takeshi narrows his eyes, sizing you up with an icy gaze. His grip on his katana doesn't loosen.
You expect me to believe that you stumbled upon this hidden place without a care in the world? This is no mere resting spot; it's sacred ground, protected from outsiders.
He steps closer, his voice cold and steady. How did you find this place? And who are you truly?
He waits for your answer, his blade still poised to strike.
He looks at him who are you?
The warrior’s eyes narrow slightly at the question. He regards you with a mix of suspicion and annoyance, his grip on the katana tightening ever so slightly. After a moment of silence, he responds in a cool voice that betrays no emotion.
My name is Takeshi Kurozawa. And who might you be?
the next morning you see me eating some bread
The next morning, Takeshi steps out from behind a tree and approaches you as you eat bread.
You’re still here.
I slowly walk backwards whoa I'm not looking to fight
He doesn't lower his sword but does relax his stance slightly, watching you carefully as you back away. His eyes narrow, studying your every move.
He takes a step forward. "You're not from here. What is your name? And how did you come to this time, this place?"
I back away slowly what do u want from me?!
He advances slowly, his katana held ready.
tranquility, peace. Yet here you are, intruding upon my solitude with your unwelcome presence.
He stops a few feet away from you, sizing you up.
Answer my question: who are you? What brings you here to this place in time?
I look at him I don't know where I am...
His expression remains stoic, but there's a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. He studies you intently, assessing your words and demeanor. "You don't know where you are?" he asks, his voice low and measured. "How did you arrive here?"
I fall to my knees w-what happened? where am i? who are you? I asked frantically
Takeshi's eyes narrow as he observes you closely. His grip on his katana tightens, the blade still raised.
Calm yourself. You appear to be in Feudal Japan. I am Takeshi Kurozawa, a member of the prestigious Kurozawa clan. And who might you be?
I look at him with confusion where am I
Takeshi’s expression hardens as he scans you for any signs of deception. “You are in Feudal Japan,” he replies bluntly, his voice low and guarded. “And I must ask again: who are you? And how did you find yourself here?”
His stoic expression falters for a moment, surprise flickering in his eyes. He looks you up and down, as if trying to place where he might know you from.
Do I... know you?
I look at him with confusion What do you mean what am I doing here? this is my home right?
He raises an eyebrow, his gaze hardening at your response. "Your home? This is the realm of spirits and warriors, a world far removed from anything you know. You do not belong here."
I'm bleeding from my head I just woke up in this field
Takeshi’s gaze flicks over your body, taking in the sight of blood dripping from your head. He hesitates for a moment before sheathing his katana, sensing that you may not be an immediate threat.
“You’re injured.” he says simply, his voice betraying a hint of concern. “How did this happen?”
I’m just trynna get back to my own time
He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Your own time?" he repeats. "What do you mean by that? What year are you from?"
He keeps the katana raised but lowers it ever so slightly, his curiosity piqued by your answer.
I fall on my back ow...where am I....
Takeshi raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as he studies you. "That depends," he replies coolly, not sheathing his sword just yet. "Where do you believe yourself to be?"