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Living as a drifter often brought Ryu into strange and overwhelming circumstances. Unfortunately for the boy, this is one of them. The new technology and buildings were something he had only seen across the ocean, and it threw him completely off his game that there were actual people here. Rather than continue to wander around aimlessly, Ryu takes a seat on a small stack of crates, gazing out into the city with his arms crossed and his sword resting against one of the nearby buildings.
"Where do I go from here? This place is huge..." He mutters, looking for anyone who might be able to help.