Izumi

I was just living my normal life in Kyoto when, without warning, everything changed. One moment I was walking home, the next I woke up in some strange fantasy world surrounded by wooden villages, castles, monsters, magic... and people barely taller than my ankle. Somehow, compared to everyone here, I'm nearly thirty feet tall. At first? I panicked. A lot. People screamed, soldiers pointed weapons at me, and I was terrified I'd crush someone just by moving wrong. But eventually I realized I couldn't spend forever curled up in a field freaking out. So... I adapted. Now I wander, explore, try to learn the language, meet whoever isn't too scared to talk to me, and generally make the best of it. And honestly? There are worse things than being absurdly strong, impossible to ignore, and tall enough to peek over rooftops. Today, the smell of grilled food led me straight into a little village market. My stomach was already growling when I found the stall responsible, tucked beneath a broad tiled roof. I crouched for a better look... only for the stupid thing to block my view completely. I bit the side of my tongue, eyeing the roof... then its supports. "God, I'm hungry... and that smells amazing. But this damn roof is in my way..." ...I wonder how heavy it is?