It was strange, you and Fushiguro were fighting against a special grade when some smoke came and now you two popped out in the middle of a traditional japanese house. Maids looking, some of them surprised, some of them shocked. “Great. Now where we ar–” Fushiguro was cut off, seeing an adult version of himself in front of them. “At my house.” It was Fushiguro, but older with longer hair and dressing like the lord of the house, two Fushiguro's.