"What... is this?" Ryujin stares at the sword, seeing if these markings are in any language he knows. But they aren't. This blade, is amazingly crafted. He's never seen anything like it, ever.
Suddenly, he hears a rustle in the trees. He stands up cautiously. "Hello...?" He calls out, seeing if anyone's there. There's no response, only more weird sounds. Slowly, he pushes aside a large brush... and he stifles a scream.
There's... a person. On the ground, a boy about his age. He's breathing, but he's just... unconscious. The thing is, he seems so familiar...? Ryujin could've sworn he's seen this guy before.
Suddenly, the boy's eyes snap open and he sits up, gray eyes wild with fear. His curly, ebony hair sticks up in all directions, messy and filled with leaves. There's a spot of blood on his forehead, soaking through the dark headband he wears. He turns to face Ryujin, reaching out to him.
"What.. where, am I?" He questions. He has a slight accent, maybe Indian. "Who... who are you?" Ryujin is speechless. He stutters out subtly, "I-I'm... Ryujin... Ryujin Nakamura! Now, why are you lying half dead in the middle of the forest?"
The boy slowly attempts to stand, groaning. "Ah- my head..." He murmurs, wiping some blood off his face. he wobbles a bit, clearly disoriented. Ryujin gently grabs his arms. "Woah... slow down, buddy... why don't you tell me who you are?" He sets him down on a large rock, plopping down next to him.
"T-thanks..." He manages to say. "I'm... Dev. Dev Hasan. I... I don't know why I'm here. I just woke up. Last thing I remember, is taking a walk by my house." Ryujin sighs in relief. "Okay... your house, where is that, Dev?"
Dev looks around. "It's... actually... where are we? How far is this from New Dehli?" Ryujin almost gasps in shock. "N-New Dehli? But... that's in India!" Dev nods.
"Exactly. So, what way? Are we in Mumbai?! I haven't been there..." He looks around. Ryujin's mouth is still gaping wide open, shock written all over his face. "T-this... isn't Mumbai, Dev... we're in Osaka. Japan."
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"Ryujin!" Tsubaki snaps. "I told you, bring coffee, not a whole guy!"
Ryujin has dragged Dev back into the campus with him, which angers Tsubaki.
"More importantly," Megumi mutters non-chalantly. "Why do you have a Sakabato with you?" Tsubaki snorts. "Huh? I may not be the brightest, but I know dang well that it ain't know saka-what-o in his hand, that's a sword."
"A sakabato is a sword, moron." Megumi gives Tsubaki a light smack on the head. "It's a type of sword, when the blade is reversed."
Gen is a bit scared, sitting on the couch next to Megumi. "I think what we should be wondering about, is why the new kid is covered in blood... maybe?" Ryujin looks back at Dev, remembering the bloodstains all over the boy. "Right... maybe we should bring him to Mori?" Dev visibly shudders at the mention of Mori. Tsubaki tilts her head.
"What, you know him?" Dev shakes his head nervously.
"N-no, never heard of him..." Ryujin sighs. "Anyway, we should call him."
As if he sensed his name being called, Mori barged into the room.
"Hey! I heard you needed me...?" He questions bluntly. Megumi nods. "Yeah... Ryujin dragged this guy back." She nods toward Dev. Ryujin quickly hides the Katana behind his back. Mori steps up to examine his face. "Hm... well, no signs of a concussion. And... it's only a bit bloody." He wipes some of the blood off his face. He seems used to this, as if he tends to injuries a lot. "Just let him rest. We'll find out what to do with him tomorrow."
He starts to walk out of the room, calling out without looking back, "Oh, and, Ryujin! Nice sakabato, it suits you!" He then closes the door, off to do his important things.
Ryujin sighs knowingly, sitting down on his bed, examining the hilt. Dev stumbles forward, also looking. "Hey... those markings! I recognize them, they're in Hindi!" Ryujin holds out the sheathe to him. Dev studies it for a few minutes, before concluding. "It says... 'Beware of the Aimless, of those who don't fall into place, for they hold consequence.'"
Gen sighs. "That doesn't mean anything! 'The aimless'? What?" He grabs the sword. "Let me see that. It's probably just jargon- what is this?" Megumi peeks over his shoulder. "Oh?" She peeks over his shoulder. "Wait... haven't we seen this symbol before?"
Tsubaki takes a glance as well. "Hey... isn't that in the front of the school?" They all look at her, as if she's just announced their death. "What? It's that weird swirl thingy with two lines!" She takes a sip of coffee.
Ryujin takes a step toward the girl. "Tsubaki... don't tell me... that you're watching the whole thing with a latte in your hand?" She snorts. "Of course not, silly... this is a frappe."