The samurai didn't know where he was.

It seemed similar to the forest outside his hometown. But it didn't feel right. The sounds seemed different, The air felt different. He didn't feel as though he'd been transported, and yet... something felt wrong, as though something were missing yet there all at the same time.

He continued his wanderings before coming across a wood and metal track. A strange trail, to be certain, but one that would certainly lead him to the nearest town, hopefully to make sense of his clear lack of orientation.

The sounds did seem different, especially along this track. A deafening sound occurred from behind him as the ground began to shake. He turned around, then ran in shameful but no unreasonable terror as the hulking iron beast sped forth along the trail, the noise akin to a localized earthquake. Such mechanized wonder.

The samurai still didn't know where he was, but was beginning to wonder if "where" was the most appropriate term.