Chapter 3: Erm what the hell man.(Nameless Forest)

You know sometimes when you get the perfect amount of sleep and still want to sleep in the morning after you wake up? that is exactly how I feel at the moment. My dumbass thought that I would be in tip top condition, with all of the resources I need to succeed the minute I finished my transmigration. Nope, Hell nah I will instead end up in the forest on my ass without any clue as to where I am. Cuz kaleidoscopic trips do that to everybody right? Well, anyways time to get to work... doing something. MOST people would probably be overjoyed to have the powers of the wildcard, granted by the master of all pimps, overlord of..... nevermind got to lock in, and I am, however I have little to no idea on how to use them. Will I have to Crush cards? Shoot myself to represent my acceptance of death? Rip off a mask that I wear to protect myself from society(This sounds edgy as fuck, even for my emo ass, also how does crushing cards summon your persona?) and even then do I have to wait for the dark hour? Enter the tv world? Take a trip to mementos? Honestly I have no idea how any of this is going to work, and therefore I will just roll with the punches. And who takes the first hit? ME of course, I am in the middle of nowhere, Nameless forest xxx, with zero resources except and... clothes and a sword???? What the hell? I hadn't noticed it while going through my mental? crisis, but my body seemed a bit different as well. I was roughly shorter than old me(xAiver moubus) and a LOT less muscle,(Life guarding in a gym will set your body straight, but eating at a tacobell ends in death, apparently) the outfit I was wearing consisted of a grey hoodie and black pants with a pair of blue sandals(At least give me a proper pair of shoes dammit), not to dissimilar to the outfit I was wearing when I "died"(I am clearly not dead now so did I ever really die, and yes I was wearing sandals, I am a.. was a life guard after all) The only thing different was the color of my sandals, as they were black. And there was a huge ass cylinder slung around my shoulder. Not very fashionable right? I took it off my bag and opened the top, which was Velcro to find a fucking sword in it, sheathed of course. (What is the purpose of the cylinder bag then?) I grabbed the sword out of the bag and got a closer look at it. The sword was of Japanese design, a katana, the sheath was black and the handle was white with a golden crusted guard/tsuba thingy to stop my hand from getting cut while swinging this thing around, which I might end up doing if I run into anything sketchy, cuz after all if I have the powers of the wildcard I am most likely in a world that needs my help. I then unsheathe the sword and get a good look at the blade. It was either silver or iron or some other metal(I can't differentiate types of metal at will I am not shirou emiya). and looked badass. I gave it a few swings before returning it to its sheath and attaching it to my back with the strap thingy.(I cut the Velcro strap off of the cylinder and attached it to the sheath of my sword.)