"...Huh...?"
Only murmur of confusion escaped the former leader of the great Saika clan. Looking around, he found his surroundings to now be quite different than what they formerly were. What was once the aftermath of a battlefield, was now a calm, serene, if not eerie hallway with a single other person sitting in the middle of it adorning strange clothing. Now, Shigehide wasn't picky. After how the commander he enlisted under botched up that battlefield, the middle-aged ronin was simply looking to get to somewhere safe. He didn't really care where so long as it was somewhere he and the battered, fleeing soldiers and mercenaries he withdrew with wouldn't be ambushed by enemy troops chasing down demoralized and scattered runners. However, he wasn't quite sure if this location was better or worse than his last. Sure, it was quiet, but the vibe it came with didn't sit right with the samurai.
Taking his attention away from the doors lined along the walls, he instead looked towards the man reading a paper sitting in a desk. There were—many things Shigehide wished to question the man regarding his items and apparel, but the matter of where he was and how he got there was the most important.
"Uh..." Stepping forward with his rifle slung over his shoulder and his left arms rubbing the back of his neck not quite sure how to pose the question.
"...Okay, for starters. What is this place? Second. How did I get here? And third... Who tha' hell are you?"
Shigehide paused a moment, waiting for the man to acknowledge him in some way or give some kind of response, but he did nothing. Nothing except read that paper of his. Looking toward his desk, he spotted a sign that spoke neatly
"Out for Lunch. Will be back shortly". He would've guessed that the man was a foreigner, but this at least showed that whoever the guy was could understand what he was saying.
"Look, typically I'm all for introductions and small-talk before questions but... in this situation, I need some answers first. I don't remember how I even got here, man." Once again, Shigehide paused to wait for the foreigner to acknowledge him. Leaning down to see the man at eye-level, he waved his hand and whistled in an attempt to grasp his focus.
"Hello? I know ya' speak Japanese. C'mon, guy. Even if you didn't speak my language, you have to notice the guy talking gibberish in front of you." Once again, Saika paused before letting out a defeated sigh.
"Well, maybe you'll acknowledge me if I play around with some of the stuff on yer-"
Suddenly, as Magoichi reached for one of the trinkets on the foreigner's desk, the strange man firmly placed his papers down, leaned forward to grasp the sign and remove it from the desk.
"Next." The man finally spoke, in his language nonetheless.
Standing back at full height, Shigehide scratched his stubble in confusion.
"...Next? Next for what, Pal? You still haven't given any information on this damn place. It's neat an' shiny, but that doesn't really put me at ease..." He spoke, though once again, it seemed the spectacled man was back to playing mute. All the man did was acquire a writing utensil and begin scribbling on a piece of paper with—wait, that was his name. Not even Magoichi Saika, but his real name; Shigehide. Not only that, but various other information on his life was printed on it. Unfortunately, the ronin hardly had enough time to lean over the desk before he began feeling himself being dragged towards the walls.
Glancing back, one of the doors had changed, its entryway now as pitch black as the void. Not only that, but it was pulling him in, no matter how Shigehide resisted. Before he knew it, he was already halfway into the door.
"O-Oi! Hey! Help me out here! What?! Yer just gonna sit an watch?! HE-" Cut off, he was yanked through the doorway completely with the man in white looking upon the even with the interest of watching paint dry.
Thankfully, this doorway was not sending him to Hell. Either that or Hell was a lot more attractive than it was made out to be. Being spit out in the middle of a grassland, Shigehide shot up, rifle aimed forward as he checked out his immediate surroundings. Deciding wherever he was was not immediately threatening, the Japanese rifleman let out another sigh and slung the arquebus onto his shoulder.
"Well, let's see... I got around thirty shots-worth of ammo. Booze, that's always good. Emblem... and some coins... Well, off to great start."
As the samurai began to walk off in a random direction, he pulled out his gourd and poured some of its contents into his mouth.
"Let's see if anyone around here is friendlier than that four-eyed dandy."