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Through the streets of New York a figure was walking. It was a Japanese man in the later half of his twenties. In appearance there was nothing too particular about him beside his stern expression, but the item he had fastened at his side made him stand out like a sore thumb. Although sheathed the man was carrying a sword - a katana. Whether or not this was an actual sword or merely a decoration could not be told from a mere glance. The man had stopped multiple times and looked around as if he was lost, and more than once he had shot a piercing glance at the cars on the street.
"Alas, it seems that the fruits of society have grown wildly in the absense of this one," the man mumbled in a low voice not for anyone to hear.
