As you sit up in what looks to be a forest, a man walks up behind you. He speaks in Japanese, but you somehow can understand the man. You. Are you ok? You had quite a fall there. From that tree. The man, now that you have a better look at him, has pure black eyes and hair, a white Kamishimo, with a Sheathed Katana to his side. He points to the tree that you looked to have fallen from.. You get the feeling you've been Isekai'd back in time.