Accel555

     He stood in the burnt out ruins, looking at the book that had been salvaged the night he'd been found.     “Are you sure you want to do this?” the deep voice of his mentor asked in Japanese. The man lookd to be in his late 30s to early 40s, which was a far cry from his actual age, with thick black hair and lightly tanned skin, piercing brown eyes hiding any number of cybernetic augmentations.       “I have to,” he said, running a hand through his own brown hair. A far cry from his mentors classical Asian looks, his Caucasian appearance would normally mark him a gaijin, an outsider. However, he'd spent his entir