'Yorkland-san... you spiked my tea, didn't you?' Souji thought to himself bitterly, pursing his lips in a near pout. His head did indeed feel fuzzy, though it wasn't the comforting warmth that came from drinking a little too much sake. More like, Souji felt as though he had abruptly climbed Tokyo Tower, or the Sky Tree. Regardless, he didn't like the feeling, lifting his free hand to rub at his forehead.

Ian. He would pay for this.

There was no proof, of course, that it had been the European's fault. Still, Souji could hardly see any of his other teammates having a little fun at his expense. No. It was definitely Ian.

Clasping his sword tightly in one hand, Souji lowered the other to take in his surroundings, frowning to himself as he did so. Had he been so drunk that he took the train to some unknown station? Even so, this didn't look like any part of Tokyo he had seen. And these people...?

"Exactly how drunk am I....?"