Twisting Light

[Joker]

Tea country was strange…Well the heart empire was a better name in these trying times, it had shifted a great deal since the war, and even just before it. The world was moving, changing, these were times history books were written after.

It was a quiet time now, he had come over as a ‘teacher’ of sorts, but there was another task behind it, but then again he hadn’t been told what his mission was going to be, only that someone was going to come and see him about it at a later date. Which meant he had time to be twiddling his thumbs while he stayed here.

”Haaah…What a pain in the ass.” He said as he walked to his destination. He really didn’t have the repertoire of a seasoned shinobi, but then again this much had gotten past the war. Just hit and run, never being the hero; then again he had a lot of regrets of living like that as well.

It didn’t matter, he stood where he stood now, a grassy field not too far from one of the many academies that dotted this country. While his mind danced over the geopolitical ramifications of an entire population capable in combat, that was well above his pay grade to be concerned about.

He just hoped they stayed friendly.

Still, it wasn’t as if he was a teacher, this was simply an optional class, a matter of goodwill, everyone knew that children and optional classes didn’t bode together particularly well. He sat there with his legs crossed together, and staring at no-one in particular, the class hadn’t yet started but he didn’t expect to get any students, he’d count himself as lucky if there was a single one.

”No point in crying, I guess I can teach myself.”

[Nick]

Josuke was lost!

He had signed up for one of the empire's most popular classes, Iaido, and when he'd asked which dojo or training ground he was meant to go to, the person said "Sixty" and he heard, in his ever-brilliant brain, "Sixteen." He'd been excited for this one! His dad had taught him some of the stuff he could do with light, but he wanted to be a big damn hero, and two of the biggest damn heroes he knew, Fuhen and Aimi, both used swords! That meant he needed to learn them too. It was an important step to becoming the most popular household name in the entire world!

And so, confidently wrong, he walked into dojo number sixteen, slamming the door open loudly with a "BRACE YOURSELVES FOR MY ARRIVAL! IT IS I, JO-" but interrupted himself before he could go into a full, long introduction, as he realized the building was entirely empty. He deflated like a clown's cheap, rubber nose after a particularly vigorous honk—a sudden, undignified collapse that left him looking as deflated as a week-old balloon animal left on the floor after everyone had long since forgotten the birthday it was for happened in the first place.

Just as quickly as it happened in the first place, he picked himself back up off the floor and blew life back into his body, bigger and better than before! "ONE MORE TIME!" He yelled more loudly, before stepping back out of the room he'd barged into, and leaping up to the top of the dojo, looking around, certainly he wasn't wrong, maybe the others were just late, or working in the fields?

And that's when he saw Raizou, a fellow blonde stuck out, and he drew and pointed his sword at him, from far enough away one might struggle to hear a normal shout, but Josuke's shouts were especially reaching. "BRACE YOURSELF FOR MY ARRIVAL! IT IS I, JOSUKE IGARASHI, SAMURAI OF THE HEART EMPIRE!" He boldly proclaimed, as if he wasn't in the heart empire to begin with, and leapt off the roof to sprint with all of his might, sword now sheathed once more to run over to the stranger. "You the instructor?" He asked, as confidently wrong as ever, and giving the world's lowest bow, nose practically scraping the ground. "Thank you for your teachings!"