The sun shone brightly in the clear sky as Ryoga Hibiki, known for his propensity to get lost, walked along a wooded path. He wore his characteristic black breastplate and a red scarf around his neck. Despite his determination, he was utterly disoriented once again.

"Damn! How is it possible that I always end up lost?" lamented Ryoga, frustrated with himself. "I just want to find my way back home."

His wandering steps took him through the forest until he emerged in a residential area.