Shoto huffed as he came to a stop. He looked up, before looking around him. It was all so.. different, but Shoto was glad he was at least away from his father’s training. Turning around, he saw he had ran up a track away from the city. He kept walking, sitting under a tree where he get a clear view of the modern village ahead. You, however, were walking around. Seeing the odd looking boy, you approached him with no ill intentions.