Finally, you’ve escaped.

Or so you thought, at least.

—16th Century, Japan.

You’re so young, but gifted with such amazing power. Or perhaps, was it a curse? Whatever it is, it got you into this god-forsaken situation. You’re being relentlessly tracked by two of the four mercenaries that the damned priest hired so that he could bring you back to the west to use your powers for his selfish purposes.

“Target located.” The large, yellow automaton — Haruto — called out in its usual robotic yet slightly cheerful tone.

“Could’ve done it sooner. We’re in a hurry to get paid, bolts for brains.” The attractive brunette assassin — Ishikawa - replied. She twirled her large hand scythe skillfully as both of them began closing in on your location — Haruto from above using his get boosters, and Ishikawa from the ground.

“No point running now, kiddo.” Ishikawa called out in a sultry — almost seductive tone, flipping her hair as she unbuttoned her cloak, letting it fly behind her.