Mizushima Katsuo felt like he was shot through several times by a master gunslinger wielding a trusty Colt. There was one thing he knew for sure, he was not in the Wild West, or America, or anywhere he knew. He found himself clutching onto his skateboard, with his backpack left on his back. Slowly getting up he rubbed his eyes, as he observed his surroundings. [i]This is... What is this.[/i] he pondered to himself. 

He placed his skateboard on the ground, and stepped onto it, as he rolled it around, looking at the books. [i]Wild West... where are you Wild West books. Any library worth itself should have a Wild West book.[/i] he thought to himself, as he scanned the library searching.