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It's an Enzan today. He's younger than normal - eleven years of age - and therefore shorter by a few inches. He's thinner too (no muscle tone), and pale, both made more noticeable by the short-sleeve, over-sized shirt he was wearing - a strange sight, for he never wears short sleeves. He's holding an older version of the device he usually carries, its casing cracked in places and well-worn from use, and turning it slowly in his hands.
"I'm supposed to be thirteen. That's what my... net navi tells me." Enzan doesn't even bother trying to hide his uncertain tone; this was just too weird, after all. "Something made me younger, I don't even... regardless, I don't remember the last two years. Now I live in an entirely different universe, my navi isn't a navi anymore, and my father - "
Bad topic; he cut himself off. "I don't know how I should deal with it. I don't know where to start. What would... if any of you had to deal with a situation like this, what would you do?"