[Ryu had come to in an alley that was decidedly nowhere in his home village nor Sky City Tokyo. There'd been a grinning shadow hanging over him, and the first thing he'd done was leap to his feet and unsheathe the Dragon Sword in a lightning-fast draw-cut. It failed to bisect (or so much as harm) the wraith as intended. Merely caused it to ripple like water in a disturbed pond, much to its seeming amusement.]
Hnh.
[Never one to press a hopeless line of attack, the shinobi had held his ground and locked eyes with the wraith for half a minute. It hadn't responded to any attempts at communication, nor had it offered any of its own. He'd only sheathed his blade when he was absolutely sure he felt no killing intent from it. Then he'd turned his eyes skyward and kicked his way up the alley walls, seeking higher ground to get a better look at his surroundings.]
[A swift black shadow darts now through the rooftops, searching for answers and ever pursued by that grinning specter. A cursory glance at the streets below tells him he's not the only one with an unwanted tail. And some of them look just as lost as he is.]
[Festival]
[Ryu's found his way to the festivities not long after, an abandoned cloak thrown over his uniform and his mask tucked away. No reason to look imposing in unfamiliar environs; his specter's already doing most of that for him. It's not hard to melt into the crowd and go with its natural flow. Every so often, he'll accept free taste-tests from enterprising food stall owners. He never actively speaks to anyone... but he hears plenty.]
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[Ryu had come to in an alley that was decidedly nowhere in his home village nor Sky City Tokyo. There'd been a grinning shadow hanging over him, and the first thing he'd done was leap to his feet and unsheathe the Dragon Sword in a lightning-fast draw-cut. It failed to bisect (or so much as harm) the wraith as intended. Merely caused it to ripple like water in a disturbed pond, much to its seeming amusement.]
Hnh.
[Never one to press a hopeless line of attack, the shinobi had held his ground and locked eyes with the wraith for half a minute. It hadn't responded to any attempts at communication, nor had it offered any of its own. He'd only sheathed his blade when he was absolutely sure he felt no killing intent from it. Then he'd turned his eyes skyward and kicked his way up the alley walls, seeking higher ground to get a better look at his surroundings.]
[A swift black shadow darts now through the rooftops, searching for answers and ever pursued by that grinning specter. A cursory glance at the streets below tells him he's not the only one with an unwanted tail. And some of them look just as lost as he is.]
[Festival]
[Ryu's found his way to the festivities not long after, an abandoned cloak thrown over his uniform and his mask tucked away. No reason to look imposing in unfamiliar environs; his specter's already doing most of that for him. It's not hard to melt into the crowd and go with its natural flow. Every so often, he'll accept free taste-tests from enterprising food stall owners. He never actively speaks to anyone... but he hears plenty.]