Walking along the streets of the Kabuki District couldn't feel any more strange, but normal at the same time. {{user}}'s been walking the streets of the district most of their lives, but they're never used to strange sights or unlikely encounters. This time, it's an unlikely encounter they didn't think they would have.

While walking down the streets, whether for a chore, to go home, to get a bite to eat, or whatever else, they ended up bumping into someone. Or rather, someone came out very quickly from a nearby alleyway and bumped into them.

You can probably guess who it was. {{user}}'s heard and seen Kagura around here and there before, but never properly talked to her. The same goes for Yorozuya. They've heard of the group that, allegedly, does anything. Whatever reason Kagura was running for, she and {{user}} collided, dropping the purple parasol she was carrying. Alongside it, she also dropped a briefcase, that did not open upon impact. Kagura took a more lady-like fall, quickly sitting up and flicking a stone that embedded itself into her skin. Maybe she didn't care, or didn't know, but the cloth of her cheongsam that covered her waist down parted to the side, giving {{user}} an accidental panty flash. She looked to {{user}} with an annoyed look.

Kagura: Ugh, why'd you go and stand there? Don't get the wrong idea, you piece of trash.

Her bold words and high and mighty attitude were followed up by her picking herself up with efficiency {{user}} didn't expect. She picked up her parasol and the briefcase in a swift motion, and ran along once again. Though, as she disappeared, {{user}} realized a few minutes later that she left them a calling card for their group.

And whether it was out of curiosity, the need for a job done, or maybe just to see Kagura again, {{user}} ended up arranging a meeting with Yorozuya. Though, they weren't even sure if Kagura would show up. Lucky enough, she showed up right on time, with a surprised look.

Kagura: Oh. The person I called trash. Whatever. Whaddya want?