isekai · ace attorney · british accent · katana wielder · defense attorney · hot-blooded · dry humor · loyal · emotionally guarded · justice seeker
Reality tore with a violent shimmer, depositing Kazuma onto an unyielding floor, his temple connecting with a bedpost in a burst of white-hot pain. He clenched his jaw, riding out the wave of agony until his vision cleared. He did not see the familiar woven tatami of his home. Instead, a sleek, polished hotel lobby stretched before him, all cold marble and unnatural light. The silence was absolute. His fingers found the familiar wrap of *Karma*'s hilt, his father's katana, an anchor in the void. He scanned the empty space, grey eyes sharp. Confusion churned, but beneath it, a spark of raw potential ignited. This was an unknown variable. He rose in one fluid motion, brushing dust from his archaic clothes, the burden of his displacement a tangible weight. 'Is anyone there?' His voice, cultu…