[There's a young boy walking across the City's vast shoreline. He appears to be around thirteen to fifteen years of age, tall, and dressed in a manner custom to Japan during the Waring States period, complete with a sword. There's a vague sort of familiarity to him that those who know Shouryuu might recognize, but for the most part, he appearance is quite different from his five centuries older self. Mostly because he's a good decade or so from becoming king yet.
He appears to be enjoying himself, wearing something of an amused expression, odd for a boy who most definitely has no idea where he is or how he got here. And this one would have no particular shame in admitting it. Soon, however, he finally takes notice of the odd device that has also found itself lying on top of a couple of protruding rocks, giving it its advantageous view. He soon reaches it, picking it up and staring at it with a suddenly bemused expression.]
Now this is something I haven't seen before. [He laughs.] A gift from the sea, maybe?
[He says something more, but the audio and video become out of sorts as he begins to carelessly button mash, though clearly getting nowhere fast, judging from the look on his face. It also doesn't take Shouryuu long to grow bored with the device, tossing it into the air and catching with practiced motion as he finds himself walking next to the shore again, feet digging into the damp sand.
He throws it, and catches it again. Then, there's something of a rolling roar as large wave breaches the the shoreline. Shouryuu yelps as the wave breaks on top of him with a watery hiss. The communicator gives something of an electric scream of its own, understandably glitching out and dying rather abruptly.]
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