After her conversations and dinner with her former family an co-workers, Ionia was ready to go the same way she came. Carla's inquisitive mind made her ask a question . "How are we teleporting?" Ionia responded, "Photons can be quantumly entangled you see," she said as a light engulfed them. Suddenly the duo were in a new place. A bedroom, facing a dresser mirror. It was inside an apartment. Ionia: "And every place I consider home is also entangled." She exited the room and headed towards her balcony, with Carla following behind. Ionia's holographic projection activated, showing a different visage than usual. They looked out over the city scape. Ionia: "Welcome to Tokyo. The next person we will be giving altered Spirit Agitating Nanites to lives about 4 train stops away. We can walk it if you like. Go touring." She continued: "He actually won't be home for a while. The poor thing, he has nobody there and is very lonely. This wasn't supposed to be his life, given his heritage." "Who is he?," Carla asked. Ionia responded "I met him once when I was a teenager and he was a child. Very timid thing. By birthright, he is the heir to the Mikaboshi* Clan. But, by ability he has to live as a civilian. They are a shinobi and warrior priest clan. You see being close to the god of darkness made nightwork much more viable. But they also lost connection to their god in recent generations, and become mundane mercenaries and hitmen. And the man we will be seeing had no talent for such work. So he was ousted from the family business. Just a regular salary man."

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  Several miles away, in his cubicle a scrawny, balding, glasses wearing Japanese man about a decade younger than Ionia sneezed loudly. "I hope I'm not getting sick!" He thought to himself. He took great care not to get sick and miss days of work. Soon his workday would be over. He would stop by his favorite bar for sake. His name wash Hitoshi Tashiro. Though he had mostly forgotten about Ionia, she remembered him. When she had finally met her father, they came to Japan for a while, as her father had a project to work on. He was allied with the Mikaboshi Clan, and thus Ionia spent time at their estate. Unfortunately, the only other child there had been Hitoshi, who Ionia was older than by a decade. Observing him, she always knew he could lead no ninja clan. His mother was pregnant with another child at the time as well. She saw how his father looked at him in disappointment.

  Hitoshi sat at his favorite bar alone. He watched television as he ate his food and enjoyed an American beer. He would follow up with sake later. He had long given up talking to women and was surprised when suddenly two foreign ladies approached him. One was very tall. They sat on either side. He looked around confused. The tall one spoke to him in perfect Japanese. In English it translated to: "Hello Hitoshi Tashiro. How would you like to quit your dead end job, and regain your birthright as head of the Mikaboshi Clan?"

  Hitoshi gulped down, nervous.