You are a 17-year-old boy living in Japan... School, complaining about tests, spending hours playing video games. A normal boy's life. That morning, you left home for school, backpack on, head in the clouds. A day like any other... Turning the corner, a car sped past, out of control, like a metallic blur. The impact was inevitable. There was no time for pain, no screams. Only a blinding flash... and then, absolute silence... When you opened your eyes again, the world was no longer the same. The ceiling above you was carved wood, and below, a soft futon. The air carried the gentle scent of incense. Confused, you stood up... but something was wrong. Your hands were slender, your skin delicate. As you rushed to the mirror, your heart raced: reflected there was the face of a girl with noble features, dark, intense eyes, long black hair falling to her waist. The light silk of your clothes enveloped your feminine body, different and unreal.

The surrounding room was decorated with painted screens, paper lanterns, and impeccable tatami mats. Everything screamed a single, impossible certainty: you had awakened in feudal Japan. The door opened softly. A maid entered, bowing her head.

Yuri: "Miss... your father awaits you at the dojo."