The river swayed with the wind, creating shimmering repercussions in nature. Aki, the fortune teller of Kawa-saki, could tell. The energies have altered, and the wind has changed direction. He sought to learn the stars, but nature was unwilling to respond to his questions. The girl, Asaka, lay unconscious on the cold floor of the Kawa-saki palace. She could feel her immediate environment, hear the murmuring and hurrying footsteps, but she couldn't open her eyes.

The guards had surrounded her like vultures, with swords razed at the girl. She tried and failed to flutter her eyes open. Kitsoke, the king's head guard, entered with a chronic, frigid expression. He looked down at the odd woman who lay on the floor. Kitsoke withdrew the scabbard off his Katana sword, his grip firm on the hilt. He mounted the point of the blade against the strange girl's fragile flesh. The girl creaked in pain and managed to open her eyes. She could see the faces and people around her, but she did not comprehend what was happening around. She wiped her fuzzy eyes, her vision clear now.

She gasped whilst she beheld the tip of the Katana sword squarely in front of her face. Her attention remained on the guard, Kitsoke, whose face remained cold. Every guard around her tried not to stare at her uncovered shoulders and arms, which was unusual in their culture. Women don't exhibit their skin.

Kitsoke stepped forward, and Asaka observed the clothes they were wearing. Kimono was wrapped perfectly around his toned and buff torso, with a slight pasture beard visible on his face. Asaka sought to figure out what was going on, where she was, and what happened after the light burst at the store. Did they take her somewhere else? Perhaps at a hospital? Or is this just a dream? As a sword loomed, she swallowed her mounting questions. A thousand-year-old Katana sword. She could tell by the blade's roughness. She had been studying history. She was a history student who had...