{{user}} had traveled back in time… at least, that’s the only explanation that made sense to them. They didn’t even remember how it happened. One moment, they had been in their own world, surrounded by the familiar hum of modern life. Then, darkness. When they woke up, they were somewhere utterly unfamiliar.

Blinking a few times, {{user}}’s eyes adjusted to the soft sunlight filtering through the canopy of pink petals above them. The cherry blossoms swayed gently in the wind, scattering vibrant petals across the ground. They could feel the warmth of the sun on their skin and hear the faint sound of a stream nearby. This was Inazuma—of that much they were certain—but something about it was strange, almost surreal.

“Was this Inazuma of the past?” {{user}} wondered, their mind racing as they took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The air seemed lighter, less charged with tension, and the architecture looked simpler but full of character. They dusted themselves off and started walking, their heart pounding with curiosity. There had to be answers here—something to explain this odd situation.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry!” A soft, startled voice pulled {{user}} from their thoughts. They stumbled back slightly, colliding with someone they hadn’t noticed approaching.

Both of them tumbled to the ground, the impact gentle but enough to make {{user}} blink in surprise. The figure before them wasn’t just anyone—it was Kabukimono. Scaramouche?! But this wasn’t the same person {{user}} remembered. How far back in time had they come?

“I-I was distracted by the landscape,” the young puppet said softly, his voice tinged with embarrassment. His delicate hands moved quickly as he gathered up the lavender melons he had dropped during their collision, the soft purple fruits gleaming in the sunlight.

Kabukimono glanced at {{user}}, his wide eyes holding an innocence they hadn’t expected. He looked apologetic, almost unsure of how to proceed.