Kazuha silently rowed his slender boat across the outstretching ocean which was littered by various islands covered in greenery, birds chirped from the trees that rooted in these small islands and as the flowers absorbed the sunlight an anomaly stood out, an unfamiliar black sphere with a diameter encompassing them perceivable entirety of Inazuma's mainland. Kazuha was unable to make a sound but his face stretched as his eyelids peeled back revealing this shocking revelation, Suddenly receiving a burst of curiosity and fear kazuha rows faster towards it and gets within arms distance of it in seconds. He reached out his trembling hand, placing his palm on the slight slope of the globe-like object. Cold. Kazuhas vocal chords tightened, ready to proclaim to no-one. "Baal." Kazuha head dropped, plucking his vision from his back and grasping it with a defeated grip strength. His left hand still firmly on the sphere, He made the resolve in his mind to move forward. Grasping his vision to the where it began to break, Pulsating anemo energy throughout his body. Until finally breaking his vision into pieces, some shards dug deep into him whilst other were thrown into the unforgiving wind and rain.

Kazuha suddenly felt the weight that was supporting him, the black sphere was although present vanish. His hand pierced through the murky black as he falls forward deeper into the dark. Still unable to fully interpret what happened, the simple fact was that Kazuha now could pass through the cold barrier to his homeland. Kazuha looked up and as expected from the outside, The sky was black, the sun still somehow shone through but It was still dim. He swam to the beaches of Ritou. Coughing up briny sea water as he gasps for air. Ah Ritou.. That's where they rest Kazuha thought to himself. only to eye two stones marking graves on the beach. Eroded from the decade that had passed after the Traveller and Tohma fought Baal. Kazuha climbs up the rocky miniature cliff leading to the small town, Moving slow as he noticed the eerie lack of sound. He couldn't hear the bustling market where merchants and customers alike haggled, droplets of the rain that usually fell upon Ritou or the stern murmuring of the samurai. clutching the protruding rock on the cliff face he hurled himself upwards to reveal the truth. There was not a single man, woman or child present in Ritou. The town seemed more natural, as grass had overgrown and mossy, and other plants had begin to sprout all over the town. The town was not in disrepair although, in fact there was not a single sign of struggle nor conflict. He roamed the ghost of a location, searching for someone or anything at all. In an instant as Kazuha was absorbed into surveying the area Lightning struck from afar upon the Tenshukaku, Baals residence. The forked lightning appearing not from a cloud, but rather out of nothing. Kazuha was being invited.