Continue? Yes.{@Yosha-Hime}
In the grand scheme of things, life should have ended where it always ends for everyone else, death. But unfortunately for Yasuri Shichika, this was not the case. The once infamous number one swordsman in Japan would be doomed to live his life once over in a world where a sword could not guide an individual to wherever they wished to go. No. This was a world driven by knowledge and money. Things that a human sword had no real mind for.
Now born in the modern world, his sister was sickly, but not enough that modern medicine couldn't curb her disease. Granted she was still a genius nonetheless. Being the son of a martial artist, the Yasuri family paid homage to their routes and kept their teachings within the family. This left Shichika to stay at home throughout his life. From kindergarten, middle school, and even high school he learned from home. Once he had reached the age of an adult, his parents had nothing left to provide him. Too young to teach Kyotoryuu to someone else, he would set out for college. A place where he, quite literally, stood tall among the rest. With a ponytail that stretched down his back, he stood out quite a lot. Unfortunately, being his first day around the university's campus he had no clue where he was going.
"Hm...this turned out to be a bigger hassle than I thought..."
Of course he could have always asked someone for help, but he wasn't mentally prepared for such things. Growing up studying and training most of his life away, there wasn't much time for human interactions. Not much time for friends. Walking around in a hoodie, plain looking jeans, and sandles was also not doing much to drive the stares of other students away as he buried himself into the map in his hands. But as he continued walking, what felt like an abnormal gust of wind against his chest was actually himself running into a person.
Looking both left and right, his eyes would direct themselves below to find a rather small girl in front of him planted firmly on her behind.
"Oh. Uhh...I'm sorry?"
As if confused whether to be sorry or not, he stood and stared at the individual whom he fell for so very long ago.
