07-19-2017, 09:41 PM
It was hot beyond the gate. Salt and sun filtered through the air in a familiar scent. If you smelled the ocean breeze once, you can never forget the oddly soothing nature it had on the mind while simultaneously battering away at the body. The warrior had spent many hours trudging through thick, wet sand, swimming in deep waters and fighting against waves and currents to hone his physique.
He was by no means unfamiliar with – By all the stars above, Why is everyone naked?!
Takezo’s almond eyes widened to saucers as he took in the scene. He could glimpse the blue of the ocean in the distance, but the foreground was littered with barely covered peach bottoms, dozens upon dozens of twin mountains held up with valleys on display and legs that stretched on farther than the sea.
Children were present, yet women exposed themselves in clothing not even suitable for underwear? Were they mad? Did they wish to burn in the sun? So many beautiful women… How is that top even staying up? Is this what the future of Japan would have been like?
The swordsman stood stunned just outside the gate. A few people had stopped in the distance to watch the Prime, brows furrowed. He was already half naked, so his exposed form was not the issue. It was not even the numerous bloody makeshift bandages. The sword was not even that strange in the Omniverse.
What was weird about this Prime was the way he froze in shock. His hands were held up in a defensive manner, as if he were trying to hold this world at a distance. It was almost comical. A few patrons even inched closer, against Takezo’s wishes, to investigate. The ronin stayed in position, trying to figure out what to do.
He prided himself on being adaptable. It was the way of the Vagabond, to assimilate new cultures and blend in. He did not expect to ever encounter a culture so different though. Then again, he never expected to leave Japan.
Burning eyes reminded him to blink. No sooner had he closed his eyes had someone caught on to the man’s inner turmoil. “First time to Costa Del Sol, I take it?” The woman’s voice was sweet. His eyes opened again to an almost familiar sight. The woman in front of him was dark haired, olive skinned and almoned eyed. She looked like a noble from his era, with how clear her skin and healthy her hair was. He assumed, since many had the same condition, that it was common in this time.
“I… Yes… I only just—“
She waved a hand dismissively in the air. “Shinmen-sama, right? I watched you fight in Dante’s Abyss! You were so awesome, just like a Samurai!” His brow furrowed. It was almost strange hearing what looked to be a noble using such an honorific suffix attached to his name.
His hands slowly lower to his side. As he became more and more animated, the small gathering of onlookers disperses. “I… would not call myself a Samurai. Even in Japan, there was no lord worthy of my sword.”
“Oh! So a ronin then? Ooh, that would explain why you were so vicious in a fight, but loyal to your friend!” It did? This woman was making quite a few assumptions… not that any of them thus far were wrong. “Do you follow Bushido?”
His lip curled. “In a manner of speaking. Some things I keep in mind.”
“Like?”
“Never lie. Defend those who cannot fight. Keep your word. Trivial things like that.”
“But you still fight like a demon…?”
Takezo smirked. “I get that a lot.” The distraction was welcomed. The familiar conversation was a security blanket in this new, strange culture. “Before you continue, I believe I am owed a few questions.”
The woman pouted. Interrupted mid fan-girl? Not cool. “Fine. What do you want to know?”
The man out of time turned his gaze outwards onto the crowd once again, eyeing the ample amount of exposed flesh. He was having a most difficult time keeping his eyes up and appropriate. “Where am I, and why is everyone waltzing about in the nude?”
He was by no means unfamiliar with – By all the stars above, Why is everyone naked?!
Takezo’s almond eyes widened to saucers as he took in the scene. He could glimpse the blue of the ocean in the distance, but the foreground was littered with barely covered peach bottoms, dozens upon dozens of twin mountains held up with valleys on display and legs that stretched on farther than the sea.
Children were present, yet women exposed themselves in clothing not even suitable for underwear? Were they mad? Did they wish to burn in the sun? So many beautiful women… How is that top even staying up? Is this what the future of Japan would have been like?
The swordsman stood stunned just outside the gate. A few people had stopped in the distance to watch the Prime, brows furrowed. He was already half naked, so his exposed form was not the issue. It was not even the numerous bloody makeshift bandages. The sword was not even that strange in the Omniverse.
What was weird about this Prime was the way he froze in shock. His hands were held up in a defensive manner, as if he were trying to hold this world at a distance. It was almost comical. A few patrons even inched closer, against Takezo’s wishes, to investigate. The ronin stayed in position, trying to figure out what to do.
He prided himself on being adaptable. It was the way of the Vagabond, to assimilate new cultures and blend in. He did not expect to ever encounter a culture so different though. Then again, he never expected to leave Japan.
Burning eyes reminded him to blink. No sooner had he closed his eyes had someone caught on to the man’s inner turmoil. “First time to Costa Del Sol, I take it?” The woman’s voice was sweet. His eyes opened again to an almost familiar sight. The woman in front of him was dark haired, olive skinned and almoned eyed. She looked like a noble from his era, with how clear her skin and healthy her hair was. He assumed, since many had the same condition, that it was common in this time.
“I… Yes… I only just—“
She waved a hand dismissively in the air. “Shinmen-sama, right? I watched you fight in Dante’s Abyss! You were so awesome, just like a Samurai!” His brow furrowed. It was almost strange hearing what looked to be a noble using such an honorific suffix attached to his name.
His hands slowly lower to his side. As he became more and more animated, the small gathering of onlookers disperses. “I… would not call myself a Samurai. Even in Japan, there was no lord worthy of my sword.”
“Oh! So a ronin then? Ooh, that would explain why you were so vicious in a fight, but loyal to your friend!” It did? This woman was making quite a few assumptions… not that any of them thus far were wrong. “Do you follow Bushido?”
His lip curled. “In a manner of speaking. Some things I keep in mind.”
“Like?”
“Never lie. Defend those who cannot fight. Keep your word. Trivial things like that.”
“But you still fight like a demon…?”
Takezo smirked. “I get that a lot.” The distraction was welcomed. The familiar conversation was a security blanket in this new, strange culture. “Before you continue, I believe I am owed a few questions.”
The woman pouted. Interrupted mid fan-girl? Not cool. “Fine. What do you want to know?”
The man out of time turned his gaze outwards onto the crowd once again, eyeing the ample amount of exposed flesh. He was having a most difficult time keeping his eyes up and appropriate. “Where am I, and why is everyone waltzing about in the nude?”