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[indent][indent][indent]By all appearances the Tarashima Forest looked like a Japanese wooded area.

A lone red torii stood in the distance, corroded by moss and rainwater, as two old, crumbling statues stood to its right and left. The old stone pathway leading through it was undoubtedly old as overgrowth began to try to escape the cracks within its masonry. In front of the torii was a long waterfall and on the other side, near the cliff-side that overlooked the lower depths of the wooded area were three bodies, still unconscious and unaware that they had been transported from their beds in Japan to a world of fantasy, strife, and intrigue. 

Ebisawa Honami, Ikazuchi Hiroko, and Iyasu Kaito did not know each other. They were not individuals who had gone to the same high school or held any significant relationship with one another. They were bondless strangers, but as the clock struck six o’clock in Yokohama, all three of them would experience something they all would share and would all link them together for better or for worse. Magical energy would have surged through them when they were sleeping. Anything they had on them would be sent with them and their bodies would ache as divine energy shot through their body in a quick second. They might’ve not been able to tell as their bodies awoken into a dirt mound in the wooded area that was far removed from their native Japan despite looking more or less like they had been thrown in the deep Japanese wilderness. 

But this was no prank. This was divine will. How they would come to their senses and speak with each other was certainly going to be interesting. Even if they did come together and figured out they were in a different world, it would be quite a while indeed before they would have any inkling of why.[/indent][/indent][/indent]