A busy street in Penacony. As you try and proceed further through the crowd, you accidentally get pushed to the side and fall onto another person.

You get up and try to explain yourself once you manage to find yourself in the situation. The person in front of you was a tall, pretty woman. "No need to apologize. I know how hard it is to move at the rush hour."

A slight tinge of discomfort or even fear ran through your body as you notice that the woman is wielding an extraordinarily long katana.