I might as well write this out, tell someone - whether it be merely a computer or someone craftier than my master - about where I am, and how I am ... adjusting.

This world is strange. Utterly different than anything I've seen before. I've taken to hanging out in parks and the forests, any where that has trees and green space. Its either that or find myself if a world that seems to scream itself to the heavens. Its so loud. I don't think people from home could even begin to understand it. Even here, in a small cafe that lets me use a computer provided I buy at least three cups of coffee, there is constant sound. Cars - what we would call automobiels - rush around constantly. No one seems to walk anywhere. Where we would use trains or travel several days, the people here jump into cars and get to the same destination in half the time.

I suppose its a more efficient way of living, but 'driving' a distance that to us would take half a day to travel seems silly.

Its weird, seeing similarities side by side to stark differences. My appartment is outfited almost exactly the same as my room at home, but with the huge difference of having a device called a 'wireless'. Were I to buy a computer - which, by the way, are tiny pieces of machinery that bere little resemblance to our boxes of wires - I could link to the internet instantaneously, instead of having to use the telephone lines. The woman who rented the appartment to me seemed suprised that I had no car or bicyle, and was shocked when I informed her that I was going to be running to my job each morning. Shes taken to fixing breakfast for me every morning, and insists on complementing my manners every time. Apparently 'Americans' are notorious for there mannarisms, while 'Asians' - I am not sure why she assumed that to be my class, though I do still have a slight accent - are studious individuals who are expected to be polite.

I could marvel at this worlds tecnology and strangeness for days. I did, in fact. When I first thought of leaving the Sound I assumed any transition that I would have to make would come easy. Not so. I ended up sleeping in a forrest for the first few nights, never getting a goodnight sleep because of the constant, unfamiliar noises. (Even the animals are different here. Not by much, but subtly.  Though I don't mind. They're all so small!) Luckly I brought my overcoat, or I would have stood out starkly. Fashion is completely different here, though simple enough to adapt to. (Why would anyone wear shoes so painful? Even the men seem to believe that footwear should be fasionable, not functional!)

Getting a job was both harder, and more simple than I imagined. I could not find employment as a doctor or nurse, as I had hoped to. Their criteria is far different that what I would have imagined. But I was in luck; there is a small school for adults that was hiring 'teaching assistants'. I had to forge my papers of course, but the man I am working under seems satisfied with my work. And I am learning much more about this world by observing the student and faculty go about their daily lives.

Everyone is 'nice' to me, more so than I would have expected. They look at the scars on my face and hand and immediatly jump to conclusions. (Which is rather nice for me, as it would be troubling to come up with actual answers). The view I've heard most often is "Oh you poor man. Its terrible what that war is doing to young people like you." Apperently there are Villages just like the ones at home. Though I have yet to understand why the words 'landmine' and 'comrads dead' elists such sympathy. People die in war, why is that so suprising?

But to bring myself back on topic....truthfuly I would be happy avoiding writing about my condition. Its much easier to forget it here, away from Lord Orochimaru and the rest. Leaving our world might have had a positive effect, though it might also be caused by my positive expectations. Either way, I have halted the advance at 30% of my body, and should be able to hold it there for the time being.

For the moment, I am happy. I doubt it will last. After all, I will need to officialy explain my absense to his Lordship soon. I am not looking forward to that.

((OOC: Kabuto has finaly become stale enough to write an official journal post. Feel free to suggest any changes to how he would see 'our' world. He'll make an official Community post later today. and yes, I gave up and just made my own icons. sorry.