Minoru glanced up as the arena changed and the computer's voice started its countdown. "It feels real enough to me."

He still half-smiled, because Minoru had a difficult time notsmiling. But he really didn't like getting wet. He had yet to experience holodeck rain, so perhaps the wet feeling would go away when the scene ended. Or maybe he should have packed a towel.

The most Minoru could tell from the scene was that it was vaguely industrial. The walls were going to be solid enough to run on and there was a lot of metal to bounce off of. He'd been in industrial worlds before, but never for more than a few months at a time.

His own world (and as part of a people who still believed the moon was the husk of the mystical ten-tailed beast, he didn't know its place in the cosmos) was far less advanced. Society was more akin to feudal Japan. They had electricity for a couple of generations now, but chakra and jutsu development were vastly more important than technological progress.

He bowed again, immediately dashing to find something to stand on that wasn't water or metal. This setting could be a lightning user's dream.