A long time ago, in days of old, a blacksmith was tasked to make the strongest weapon imaginable.
A perfectionist, the blacksmith finds themselves at the brink of madness trying to achieve his task. Sacrificing a great deal, the blacksmith learns ho...
The twenty-first century, a truly wonderful time compared to the world when houses were made from wood and straw.
But in this wondrous time where the supernatural was now fiction for the majority, a young man walked along the street in a traditional-looking outfit with a sword sheath on his side.
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Clearly in the clutches of depression, this boy out of time walked past several buildings which were for his time, marvelous constructions where only great Palaces of the past rivaled them.
These buildings which inspired awe also reminded him of his situation.
As he walked down the street, he received the occasional odd glance.
Person 1: Check out the cosplayer.
Person 2: Ooooh, what anime is that from?
Person 3: Dude, that's kinda woke.
These strange words made no real sense to the young man, however, he has learned to ignore them.
Though an entirely different environment, the young man was back to doing what he did in his old village.
Ignore everyone to try to live as much of a normal life as he could.
But just like back in his village.
"What the hell are these people saying!?"
The voice of his curse spoke within his mind.
"Ugh..."
Strangely, the Jo-Ryu was not preaching for Ryu to kill everyone, instead...
"Let's take over this world."
She has set her sights on world domination.
"Come on! This world is just ripe for the taking! With what looks like barely any chi users the world has no hope from an invasion from us!"
"And if we get the decade under our boot, ohhh~ we can make Paradise!"
Ryu:...
"So what if this time is different. We can make this into whatever we want."
Ryu:...
Entering a shop, Ryu looked at all the options for water.
It was amazing. Where once you'd have to get some from a well, which would be clean if you were lucky, now, you could get it fresh, fizzy, or in an assortment of flavors.
This was not even touching the other kinds of beverage.
But what Ryu could not help but desire, was the strawberry milk. It was something that made him like this era.
Grabbing it and some jerky, Ryu went up to the cashier and bought his items.
Immediately enjoying them, Ryu began chugging down the strawberry milk as he left.
