Legends are whispered through the ages, a warrior once fell in battle, his spirit extinguished. But fate had other plans. Reborn from the ashes, stronger and more determined than ever, he rises once again. With fire in his eyes and purpose in his heart, the warrior steps forth into a world that awaits his return, ready to carve his legacy anew.
He opened his eyes, find a ceiling fan whirring above him. Startled, he sat up quickly, realizing with relief that he was not yet dead.
"I'm not dead. But where am I?" Rosugan muttered, looking around in bewilderment. "Is this heaven?"
The room was shrouded in mystery, its unfamiliar surroundings casting a strange aura. Rosugan wandered around, taking in his surroundings before approaching the window. As he peered outside, he was greeted by the sight of a breathtaking cityscape.
"It didn't take long to realize," Rosugan thought, his heart pounding with realization. "This must be the parallel world Morchell spoke of."
He didn't know the principles of this new world. Without wasting any more time, he began to meditate, seeking clarity and understanding. Chanting softly to himself, he repeated, "Forged in Fire, Tempered in Steel, and We Stand Unbroken."
After a few moments of deep meditation, insights began to dawn on him. He realized that he was no longer the warrior Rosugan he once was. Instead, he had been reborn into a new body, named Rosu. This body had its own life, its own history and experiences.
With this newfound knowledge, Rosu knew he had much to learn about this parallel world and the life he now inhabited.
Rosu decided to venture outside and explore this unfamiliar world. Stepping out of his house, he was greeted by the hustle and bustle of a busy road: cars honking, people chatting, and children playing in the nearby lane. The sights and sounds overwhelmed him, making him question his sanity for a moment.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Rosu began, his voice carrying a hint of a foreign accent. "Is this some sort of particularly chaotic dream, or have I stumbled into an especially bustling market for shrubbery?"
The woman, engrossed in her conversation on a glowing device, barely glanced at him. "Neither, sir. Just rush hour in the City."
"Rush hour?" Rosu repeated, confusion evident on his face. "So, everyone is rushing to be somewhere... all at the same hour?"
The woman sighed, finally giving him her full attention. "Look, if you're new here, just go with the flow and try not to make eye contact. It makes things easier for everyone." With that, she turned and walked away.
"Okay, here I go, going with the flow of this new city!" Rosu exclaimed, excitement and curiosity replacing his initial bewilderment.