"Lancelot" Gojo
It was a nice and warm afternoon in Kyoto. Ranmaru was sitting out in the garden of his home, sipping on a fine blend of Darjeeling. He had recently returned to Japan and the higher ups summoned him to request his aid in teaching students in either Tokyo or Kyoto's Jujutsu high. They considered the experience and knowledge of "the strongest living jujutsu sorcerer" could be of great use. Personally, he couldn't care less. As a Jujutsu Knight, he was better off simply protecting the weak as he knew how. He was born strong, and what little he needed to learn, he did on his own. He'd rather leave teaching to someone more adequate. Nevertheless, he did say he'd at least consider it.
After another sip, he put his teacup down, and leaned backwards. Staring at the myriad of orange, red, and purple tints painting the mostly clear sky, he meditated on whether or not returning to Japan was the right move. Then again, Europe was a bit tense at the moment. That surely would cause cursed spirits to thrive. Would it be there? Would it come here? Decisions, decisions. His tranquil tea time meditation would be cut short, preventing him to reach anything conclusive.
A green flash flooded his sight. Unsure of whether or not it was because it caused him to lose his balance or what, he fell. As he fell, he sensed as if his body was being thrown at unimaginable speeds through the cosmos. Was he being attacked? There was no sign of it beforehand, so what gives? Questions formed, but they all would go unanswered as he was planted flat on his back.
His eyes scanned the immediate surroundings before he moved. Lots of sand, rocky formations, and unknown animal remains. Just where was he? Then, of course, was the highlight of it all. A person that seemed as out of place as him, if not a bit less. She was calling for him, even recognizing him and using his clan name. Coming off his dazed state from the trip that brought him to this mysterious place, he raised his head to the woman shaking him "Yes, that is my clan indeed. And I am awake, no need to shake me any longer, my dear. I appreciate the concern."
Having said that, Ranmaru would sit up and take another look around. "This is as unfamiliar to you as it is to me, I take it?" While waiting for an answer, he slowly stood up and dusted himself off as best as he could. It was a shame to get his suit filled with sand, but there were way more pressing matters at hand. For now though, introductions were in order, he supposed. "Hm, this might take a while to get sorted out. You appear to recognize me already, so with that in mind, may I have your name miss?" His head, which was set on the skeletal figure behind them, turned to the woman with a warm smile. Showing too much concern wouldn't do them any good, so Ranmaru figured using the friendly approach was best.