It was dark outside this prison cell. It suited me.
Outside this cell made of bamboo plant, timber bamboo plant to be exact, overlaid in horizontal and vertical grates, so thick that I can merely see the dark outside, yet fragile enough to burn down to ash. I winced, I huffed, and I puffed, trying to gather air through the tight gapes of the cell.
The ceiling of the bamboo cell was made of pure oak wood, which even at my strongest, I cannot damage, let alone hack through.
Outside the cell, I could hear frequent meowing, almost as if it were a trance to put me to sleep, from that, I can tell my assailants, no matter how evil they were, had some sort of kindhearted nature towards animals, or maybe that's just me.
I once read a fictional book in the past named 'The World of Tomorrow: the First Instalment', it was written by a guy with the pseudonym "Silvers Easau", it started off good but then went into some fantasy, space opera sort of thing where the main characters traverse around different dimensions just to find one guy, the antagonist of the story.
Anyways, these guys used a device called the Fairy-Tale Maker, which is essentially a shapeshifting space-ship which had two main functions, to shape-shift (obviously) and to traverse to any region within the known multiverse, as long as there was registry of a specific celestial body or zone.
I made a replica of the Fairy-Tale Maker, only it wasn't near as sturdy as the original one, matter of fact, it damn near killed me on my first attempt of using it.
But let's go back, back to my past:
I was a genius scientist that was born an orphan in the rural nation of Azardiz in Zorofil in 1918. When I was 10, I was adopted by two very "kind" adults who were filthy rich and they decided that this newborn was going to be their child.
When I was 11, both died in a car crash along with our personal driver, the same day I graduated primary school (my parents bribed the school board to let me in early).
I skipped my second level education, as I taught myself all the necessary education I needed to know for secondary within two weeks.
By the end of the year, I could solve college level problems with relative ease, in fact, within the two years that I spent learning on my own, I consumed a total of 4,200 books over that period of my life.
When I was 15, I graduated college as the top ranking student, in fact, I was number one ranked in all of the globe.
By age 17, I figured out the identities of Jack the Ripper, the Zodiac Killer and even unraveled and unscrambled the Voynich Manuscript, however I didn't bother going public just yet with my knowledge.
In 1940, a very infamous warring power from the Eastern continent, Austro-Fillo, known as "the Yahtzee Empire", led by a ruthless dictator who excavated and wiped out groups of innocent, poverty filled communities of individuals clumped together in multiple abandoned city blocks all over the Austro-Fillo continent known as "the Monopolies" and the "Ludocians" and threw them into a construct known as "the Purgatory prison" order, a prison system consisting of 12 different layers, where the higher the wealth an individual from each of these groups had, the further down they went the descending prison.
Matter of fact, it came to a point where the deepest cells were sub-ground level, so much so that prisoners would die of suffocation due to air-tight cells in the deepest prison cell layer, a total of 147,000,000 people were heaved out by dozens of thousands of men wearing hazmat suits, it seemed that the Yahtzee's way of "ethnic cleansing" left these Ludocians and Monopolies as stiff as a branch, some were even found half the person they were before they entered the prison.
However due to my research, and my research alone, I was able to work out encryption and figured out secretive codes used by the Yahtzee's from inside spies.
I assisted in designing the warring tanks, the planes, the guns, the best type of gunpowder, missiles and detonator thermal grenades, in fact I was even present as supervisor during the Zorofilian Manhattan Project and the Trinity nuke testings.
Because of my efforts, thousands of the Monopolies and Ludocians groups were freed from the 12 layers of purgatory prison, because of me, the Yahtzee's land, known as the 'Sudetenland', was seized by the Azardiz as well as their property.
The Yahtzee's were all detained along with their dictator. They were all sentenced to death by being isolated to near death, with no food nor water, similar to how the 147,000,000 innocent civilians on both Yahtzee and western territories lost their lives by war and poor living conditions, and once they were left on deaths door, the Zorofilian Militia took pity on their sorry state, and showed mercy by hanging all of them on the gallows at the city square.
The capital city of Azardiz was painted blood red the whole week, and mass flooding of the deceased bodies resulted in them being burnt at pit burning and resulting in their ashes being converted to resources used for rebuilding infrastructure and nations.
The Monopolies and the Ludocians were given back their land, their buildings and, eventually, their populous as well.
Tributes were given to the deceased on both the Monopolies and the Ludocians sides, and war heroes and leaders were given their medals of honour, of which I received two for my dedicated research into the enemy and their territory, as well as my designs for different types of land and aviation vehicles, which resulted in minimum casualties on our side, as well as the well equipped weaponry that I assisted in creating, which helped clear out enemy fronts easier than prior.
I was known as a global hero, known from 1941 to present day 1990 as an angel of innovation. I was worshipped by those stupid science nerds and fools alike.
So how the hell does a genius war hero end up in a bamboo caged prison in early 1600's, Edo period Japan (or rather in this time referred to as 'Cipangu' by the ancient Zorofilian continent ancestors), you may ask?
Well it came to a point where I had no privacy due to how popular I was, and for my grand master project, what else but to create the Fairy-Tale Maker in the grandest stage of them all, my laboratory of course, which was in the underground, opposite to but not connected to the sewers, and perpendicular to the subway, connecting the subway to my secret laboratory via a secret tunnel to the left side of the track.
I had every single button, every single furniture piece (it was bigger on the inside than on the outside), every single picture of my hero, Michael Jackson, everything in the FTM, .....well, almost everything.
As it turns out, I was a cocky bastard, I was overjoyed at how much praise that I was getting, how my ego was inflated, and because of said circumstances, I got distracted, by the women, the booze, the money, everything, I was living the Zorofilian dream, and as a consequence, I got all the controls all wrong, instead of wiring it to travel through dimensions and shape-shift into different cosmic vehicles of travel, it was only able to travel back in time.
The replica was so watered down that it only lasted one ride before it crumbled to flames, dust and ash and blow away in the wind.
When I landed here, not a single remnant of the original FTM remained. On top of that, it was daytime when I flew off in Azardiz, and dusk when I arrived at the land of the rising sun on a high grass field, where I was immediately knocked out by a samurai guy with the hilt of his sword when I got and tried to speak to him in plain ol' English.
Gee, now that I think about it, the Japanese samurai fellas might've thought it was a shooting star -if they knew what that was- and ran over to me when they heard a loud crash.
It was really a miracle I survived the crash, however from the strange clothing I was wearing: a lab coat, a monocle, trousers and brown, leather shoes, they immediately recognised that I was a foreigner, and so rendered me unconscious with a single strike, a swift chop to the neck with the hilt of his sword.
I awoke this morning with my shaggy grey hair in my eyes. It really was very bright as they say it was in Japan, even through the very thick bars of bamboo blocking sunlight, I could merely see that there were many houses made of wood, raised off the ground by posts. This must mean that I'm entrapped in the sub-urban areas. If only I could manage to build a device that could transport me out of this period of time where 7 continents exist instead of 2, I would be itching to cause some reckless havoc to these barbarians for forcefully putting me into this bamboo prison. Do they even know who I am?, well of course they don't, but at the peak of my calculations, if I somehow, someway manage to leave this barbaric land, they will never forget the Akuma that thrashed their civilisation, me, Xavier Quentin Salazar!