Immediately the shinobi of the wind was struck by how... desolate this world felt. He was used to feeling the land alive under his feet. Even when he'd been working in Berlin as a karate instructor, he'd felt the call of the wind on his face and the strength of the earth beneath him. Already... already that sense was gone. Where in the world was he? ... Or wasn't this earth?

That thought was shoved away. He did not need to start panicking and imagining fanciful things. No, instead he needed to figure out where he was and how to get back to the clan. He hated to think he would be reporting a failure to kill Kasumi, though in the end he did not want to actually kill his sister, but after this he felt he was justified in calling off the hunt for a time.

He was studying the inhabitants when he realized they were part of the problem. All of them, blonde and so... similar. Very few differences. Not in the way that a foreigner who came to Japan would say all of the Japanese looked the same, either. He was certain something was wrong.

As certain he was of that, he was also certain he did not know where he was. So instead of fretting or studying the lack of wildlife, he looked for someone who was like him, someone who wasn't one of those blonde locals that were giving him the oddest feelings. He spotted one just behind him, emerging from the same gate he'd just come from. He approached the man at a steady clip.

"Excuse me. Do you know what this place is?"