Kazuto glanced at the building pointed out by the other boy. He recognised it for the way it stood out, and the name, too, sounded familiar. He'd seen it written across the entrance to the place of course, but that wasn't where the recognition came from. Running his fingers through his hair, he shook his head and gave up trying to remember. There was no use forcing what wouldn't come to mind.

"No, not really. I only came here to practise with these." Kazuto gestured to the swords on his back. "They draw a lot of attention and I thought no-one would find me here."

In a violent society that used guns and other firearms, archaic weapons like swords drew derision and mockery from many people here. No-one could believe that something so unwieldy could beat, say, a Glock. So Kazuto tried to practise out of sight and used the skills honed continuously over the past four years to show them just how wrong they were.