Saburo opened his eyes to find himself staring at a flowing river, accompanied with migraine. At first he was bewildered at how he got outside, particularly besides a river. He lived in the city so he was most definitely sure that there wasn't such a river or such place for that matter in the city.
His bilwildered state though was very quickly replaced with panic.
"I'm dreaming. I must be." He thought to himself, but if it was a dream it felt too 'real'. "Was I kidnapped?" All sorts of questions raced through his mind but none of them made sense.
"Did I die?"
He thought this may be possible since it was one of the only thoughts that actually made any sense.
Since people had theories that when people died they may be reborn in a different realm. So he came to the conclusion that he may be dead, however when he questioned this theory it still didn't make much sense. If he had truly died, how did he die for that matter?
Surely he would have a shred of memory about his death, since he still retained his memories. So this theory in itself didn't make much sense.
When he brang his arm to rake through his hair, he noticed his arm was different. Not only that, he noticed the clothes he wore were most definitely not his.
Infact the clothes he wore, were very much similar to his character clothes that he had chosen for his character in the Rorzuoka game. He then felt over his face but it felt unfamiliar, not only did it seem more smoother than his normal skin some aspects such as the lips, ears etc felt different.
When he stood up he felt lighter too as though the previous weight was gone.
He started growing suspicious, to confirm his suspicions he decided to walk for to the
flowing river in the small garden he was in, he wanted to gaze at himself to be more sure of what he thought had happened.
He found the most calm and clear part of the river. As he stared into the water he found his reflection was of a totally different person, in fact it seemed as though he had become the very character he had chosen to represent him ingame.
"Oh sh*t. No way! No freaking way... Am in the game Rorzuoka!" He was mostly definitely a 100% sure he was in the game itself, the evidence infront of him spoke for itself.
He couldn't quite believe it. How could such a thing happen, he was unsure of, but did it matter? He was in the game itself. How cool was that?
whilst other people would immediately think of such a situation happening to them as bad, he himself wasn't on that train of thought. He was thinking over how awesome and cool it was.
Infact this fulfilled one of his wishs, he used to be a huge manga fan and he read over stories of such characters ending up in the game world. Now such a thing had happened in real life and of all the people it happened to him, atleast that's what he wished was the case.
He decided to look over himself trying to see if he was missing anything in particular. He looked around the area that he walked from and there, lay a bow case blood red in colour. Inside it held a bow as Saburo carefully moved it out of the case.
The bow white in colour with a golden grip looked even more exquisite in person, but he noticed it had no string attached on it.
"What the f*ck am i meant to pull back on? How do you even use this thing." Were the questions that popped up in Saburo's mind.
He then decided to strike an archer pose. Imaginary pulled on an imaginary string as he struck a pose. When all of sudden what would appear in his draw arm? A golden string, as a blue coloured arrow also formed. He
immediately eased up on his drawing arm right away upon seeing this, as soon as he did the string and the arrow itself both disappeared.
He stood there struck with amazement. He did the exact same motion and it appeared again, then relaxed his draw and both the arrow and string disappeared.
"So f*cking cool man." He then fully drew it again with the intention of shooting it this time. The arrow let loose, struck the tree he aimed at with a small 'thud' and ice spread out from the arrow itself it only affected a small area though.
As the glowing blue arrow disappeared leaving behind a small layer of ice that had spread from the arrow itself. He looked at his bow more closely this time. He noticed the runes that had appeared on it when he had stacked it with abilities previously, no longer were on the bow handle, all but one rune mark, which was a small blue rune. Where were the rest? He didn't know.
He then decided to put the bow back into its casing he then noticed a name inscripted on the casing itself.
"Soulstring, Warbow of the Heavens." he read out-loud. Must be the name of the bow he thought, as he put the bow case across his back under his cloak. He then thought back if he had missed anything else.
"F*ck my staff." He thought out-loud. He quickly looked around, looking for anything out of scenery in the small garden that he was in.
He looked besides the trees and in the bushs but was awarded nothing for his efforts he looked besides the river banks but still found nothing.
It seemed as though he had woken up missing a few items of his which was worrisome. His secondary weapon, and the runes to his bow.
He decided to set his sights at finding such items. There seemed to be a path that led away from the river itself and his small peaceful garden. He followed it till he found himself on a road. He walked upon it his goals clear in mind.