The path of the true martial artist is fraught with peril.
That's what my old man always says. I don't think this is quite what he had in mind.
When the smoke clears, we're in - well, I think it was a school cafeteria. Four long tables with lots of kids each, chowing down on - mm, turkey leg - oh, make that 'staring at us', now.
"Ah, I see the exchange instructors from the Imperial Bureau of Sorcerous Affairs have arrived," says the guy in the funky blue kimono.
I shake my head. "Ryouga, you idiot..."
I'm gonna kill pops for this...