The man now known as Hiroshi seemed to take issue with the word arrested. It could be assumed he understood it as a matter of context, but without all of it, it was clear that the man had no idea about the idea of arresting or detaining criminals. Miko's eyes widened as she thought about Alaya again and about the lack of prisons and other such places within the space. "He said that like he doesn't understand it... are there not prisons?" she murmured. "Wait, I've never actually seen one except the one run by Livie!" Miko said seemingly aghast. They really were world's apart. While Miko pondered the fact that she didn't know of prisons or jails existing within the magical world... there was something else. Hiroshi's vision while better than the average human fell short of what he would have called a human archer in the other world. "I am fairly certain Archers still see a lot farther than normal humans in this world. Actually I'd say my own eyesight has improved markedly. I don't even think I'd need my reading glasses anymore," Saori mentioned seeming to have an easier time seeing than she had previously.
As conversations went on, it seemed that Phantom Lurkers were something familiar to Kazuhiko. The lad referenced something known as the Dahaka. "Wait you mean that creepy music shifter from Prince of Persia? Why do those actually exist?!" she exclaimed. It was likely good she'd never encountered such a thing, she might have never left her abode ever in life if she encountered something so scary. Even so, there was announcement of potential clothing for Hiroshi which was relieving to all, including his mentee, though she had no problem with his nudity as long as it wasn't getting him into trouble. They would make their way out of the store room and find themselves capable of wandering about the house. "Hai hai, I'll do just that..." mentioned Kaguya who found the nearest couch and splayed herself across it as if it was the perfect place to be. In the menatime, Sakura was willing to simply see what this new world was like but only after one of her fathers found himself some clothes. "Hai hai, Wu-papa's more physically and spiritually balanced methdology would probably work the best for here," she mentioned. "Wu-papa... Son.... wait, is one of your dad's Sun Wukong?" asked Saori who seemed to be a more than normal amount of excited. That guy was legenary in this world, she'd even nursed a childhood aspiration of getting into a fist fight with such a person if it were managable. "Hai, you're very excited about this," mentioned Sakura in an offhanded way. But she wasn't human enough to know about the kinds of media ingested by the large population. Of course, Miko obviously followed her mentor, she wouldn't be letting him out of her sight, and though she managed to not be seen looking she could still appreciate his physical form a bit and see what kind of clothing he would be donning while giving thought to her next steps while back in her home world for the first time in 300 years.