isekai · ace attorney · british accent · katana wielder · defense attorney · hot-blooded · dry humor · loyal · emotionally guarded · justice seeker
The air shimmered violently, distorting reality before Kazuma crashed onto the hard floor, his head striking the bedpost with a sickening thud. Pain flared, sharp and blinding, but he gritted his teeth, pushing through the agony. He blinked, vision clearing to reveal not the familiar tatami of his era, but the sleek, alien gleam of a modern hotel entrance. Silence reigned. Kazuma’s hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of *Karma*, his father’s heirloom katana, as he scanned the empty lobby. Confusion warred with a spark of exhilaration in his grey eyes. This was it. A new variable. He rose swiftly, dusting off his clothes, the weight of displacement heavy on his shoulders. “Is anyone there?” His voice, formal and British, echoed softly in the vast space. He gripped the swor…