Saori's P.O.V.
I could feel my fathers hand collide with my stomach. Now falling, looking up at my father who's facial features were filled with sadness. Why was I pushed into this well? Am I going to die now? I shut my eyes and hugged my mothers katana tightly.
Suddenly, the katana began to glow with a bright pure white light. My eyes widened and before I could even progress what was going on, I was at the bottom of the well. With no scratches or bruises. I looked up, only to be greeted not with a roof, but with a baby blue sky with little white puffs of clouds.
The cloak swayed side to side as I climbed up the well, the scenery was so breath taking. I sat at the edge of the well, lost in thought that I didn't notice an old man with big eyes was currently breathing fire through his mouth to heat his sword in the making. I blinked at the man, noticing his way of dressing I don't think am in modern day Japan anymore.
"Sir... What era is this?" I asked, pulling my hoodie down.
"Feudal." He responded and blew fire at the sword once again and then bended it into a half circle.
"Feudal... Feudal?!"
"Yup, Feudal," He examined the sword, "You're a strange child, your scent isn't from around here and your get up is also strange."
'He's calling me strange? He's the one breathing fire!' my eye twitched a little from irritation.
"Let me look at your Katana." I blinked once again at his suggestion and then slowly handed him my mothers katana. He nodded and then began fixing it without even asking for my permission. While I watched the old man do his thing, I felt a slight pinch on my right cheek. I raised my hand put presser against whatever was taking a bite of me.
There in my hand was a old man the size of a flea. He regained his 3D form and bowed to me. I raised an eyebrow at the flea, where was this going?
"Nice to meet you, gorgeous celestial being." he kneeled and once again began sucking out my blood. I just simply slapped my hands together and let him sway to the ground.
"Its finished," the old swords smith said while handing back my katana. It looked brand new, no chips or rusty sides.
"Do you know how to wield that katana?" the flea asked me while on the shoulder of the old man.
"...No..." I sighed and plopped myself on the ground.
"You're going to have to learn since there are many demons around," the big eyed man told me, explaining where I was and what creeps around the feudal era.
