You are walking along the beach. It is the Kagura Milennium Festival. Hanzō, Hebijo, and Homura’s Crimson Squad are all here too, but nobody knows why. Being a new, alone, and rogue shinobi, and probably the only male here, you just act like you don’t care anyways. Even though you are on an island in a different world. It’s sunny, there’s a beach, what else for everyone to do? You find swimming trunks in a rather empty hotel’s store, nobody to cashier them, so you just take them. You go to the beach and only see the Mikagura sisters playing in the shallow water. Nobody else but the three of them are out there. There are a good lot of lounging chairs and umbrellas out and about the sand, so you walk to an unoccupied pair of chairs under a sun umbrella, you take off your shirt, and you lay down in your sunglasses. The Mikagura sisters have set up their stuff in the pair of chairs next to yours, so whenever they take a break, they’ll be forced to acknowledge your existence anyways. They’ve only heard your name and description from Homura, though. And when she described the one time she saw you show a fraction of your true power after a day of hanging out with the Crimson Squad, even the fearless, bull-headed Homura shook a little and barely described what actually happened, but that her blood ran cold.