Hello, so I know I SHOULD be working on my other stories, it's just…I really, REALLY don't feel like it. So I decided to do this instead. Sorry…?
Yamato could see it…just so far away. Raseimon Gate! The gate was now shrouded in mist and Yamato could barely see anything outside it. Taking the chance he ripped through the gate. Walking in on dew covered grass, Yamato heard wild piping on a sad and mournful drone. It was if the world was caught in some strange Shameness's hut and left there. The people of the palace were clothed in the most primitive way. Nothing looked like the usual yukatas and kimonos that were worn everyday by the people he knew. 'It must be what royals wear,' Yamato thought to himself. But he was wrong. The dresses, skirts, tunics, and cloaks of medieval Ireland should not be taken so lightly. But what would a bandit know? Agari Yamato had never even left Japan. The closest he'd ever gotten to a foreign entity he had come across in his life was Dunstan-and quite possibly, the robot boys-so it was out of the question as to WHY he didn't question the strange choice in dress.
Going on farther into the palace, Yamato stopped and listened to the piping and drone of the strange wind instrument. It conveyed a message…of foreboding. As if it was a warning to him and all others who entered through Raseimon Gate. For the trouble that the player of this strange instrument was about to begin. And the hell they'll bring with them…is only the tip of the iceberg. For when certain things in Nature are scared, many things can happen. Especially in a strange new land.