[h2][center]Sogiita Gunha[/center][/h2]

In. Out. In. Out. 

A lone student stood alone on top of a grassy hill, gazing at the rising sun with the winds of Academy City blowing towards him as he calmly took a few deep breaths. His jacket and the ends of his headband fluttered in the wind, the former giving off the illusion of a cape if his silhouette was the only thing to be viewed. With his arms crossed in front of his chest, the young man smiled and took one more deep breath before opening his eyes. With a big smile on his face, Gunha's eyes snapped open and he screamed at the sun.

[b]"Alright, let's give it 110% today! Gotta have guts all the way!"[/b] he exclaimed, his right hand now curled into a fist and extended straight ahead, the sun continuing to rise above the horizon as he did so.

Gunha didn't normally do stuff like this, though; for some reason, he just felt unusually full of energy today. Maybe it was because there was a lot to do today that didn't involve studying or learning. He knew it was all necessary, granted, but any normal person would get winded staring at books doing nothing but listening to a teacher drone on. He also fell into that category on occasion, but teachers let him get away with a little more than most because of who he was. And hey, he helped keep the peace every so often! Even if he wasn't part of Judgement, he brought guts to the table, and that's all that mattered.

With that expression of energy out of the way, Gunha turned around to head back onto the road before...

"...Huh?"

With a smile still half-stuck on his face, Gunha noticed that his surroundings were no longer the natural (or, well, semi-natural) areas of Academy City; instead, they seemed to be stuff straight out of a child's fantasy story. But for something to be this realistic and detailed...

"No way it could be an esper, right?" he muttered to himself, clapping his face in between his hands a few times before shaking his head and looking around a bit. "Nah, that usually breaks the suggestion. Definitely something weird going on. A prank? Teleporters? Another mess involving that Kamijou guy...?"

Before Gunha could continue musing to himself, though, the sound of someone screaming from a nearby alleyway caught his attention. Almost by instinct, his head snapped in the direction of the sound before he bolted off, cracking his knuckles as he moved. The buildings weren't that modern at all, he noticed; they all seemed to be pretty shoddily built, if compared to stuff even outside of Academy City. So this place was rural, then?

...

That meant no Judgement. Which meant that if he didn't have the guts to find the source of that screaming, he didn't have the right to stand tall and proud any longer.

"I'm coming!"

It took a few moments for Gunha to pinpoint the location the screams were coming from, but it only really happened after he launched himself to the top of a roof to look down from above.

There. Off to the side, where a shadow from another building was covering the alley, a young man was being held up by a few more unsavory folks holding...

Well, they looked like sharp weapons, which was more than enough to justify his intervention.

"Incoming!" Gunha cried out, leaping from the top of the building and down in front of the unlucky chap who was pinned to the wall. A small crater was left at his feet, and as the thugs stood by bewildered at his entrance, Gunha stood up and glared at them.

"You guys really don't have any guts to be doing something like this. I'll give yo-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, one of the thugs swung their weapon (a wooden club, it seemed) at his head. The weapon made contact, yes, but only with his fist as he punched it back. The club broke in short order, its splinters flying all over the place as the young man barely batted an eye.

"So. Guess talking's out, huh?" Gunha asked rhetorically and his rolled his head and cracked his knuckles again. "Well, you asked for it. Don't blame me for you guys being gutsless enough to stoop this low!"

And with that, the fighting had begun.

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[h2][center]Reisen Udongein Inaba[/center][/h2]
"Aaah... Today's a pretty slow day, huh? I guess the people of the Human Village don't really get sick when the weather's warm, huh...?"

With a sigh, the moon rabbit leaned on her arm as she sat on a stool, watching people pass by in front of her and the medicines she had set up. This was business as usual, though; general-purpose medicines were set out for sale, and requests were handled as soon as they came in. But if nobody was hurt or ill or anything, then she'd probably spend the day just waiting here.

Thus was the life of Reisen Udengein Inaba, who didn't actually mind the monotony of life like that. Of course, a bit of excitement would always be welcome (that Occult Ball incident or the recent Lunar invasion came to mind), but for the most part those were just... Interesting at best, honestly.

"...Mmm. Maybe this part of the market's just no good today? Might be better if I change spots..." she mused, getting off of her chair and packing up what packages she had laid out into a pseudo-backpack before turning around to grab the chair she had been sitting on.

The chair, of course, was no longer there. Nor were any of the familiar buildings of the Human Village. Instead of those, there were roads paved with cobblestone, buildings made entirely of stone, and...

"...Oh no, Master's going to [i]kill[/i] me when I get back..." Reisen complained, massaging her forehead with one hand while placing the fingers of her other one into the shape of a gun. Holding that hand to her side as she began to slowly walk down the road, Reisen glanced furtively around, wary of anything that could possibly go wrong. If there was any hope of finding out what had just happened, it certainly wasn't going to be done by sitting around like an idiot. Who knew if the enemy was the one who had transported her here to catch her off guard? She certainly didn't, and it was much better to be safe than sorry.

Maybe she could find someone to help, local or... [i]Otherwise.[/i] Hopefully they could communicate without having to resort to wacky gestures or a bootleg game of charades...