Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
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Just got this flag today W or L??
(What if scenario)
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Myron found himself in an unfamiliar city, the air thick with heat and the distant sound of alarms blaring through the streets. He was on edge, sensing danger but unsure where it would come from. Suddenly, he saw a group of people in firefighter uniforms, led by a young man with a determined look and devilish grin.
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"Is that fire... spreading on its own?" Myron muttered, his eyes narrowing as he watched the flames lick at the buildings without any apparent source.
Before he could react, the group of firefighters sprang into action. The young man leading them dashed forward, flames erupting from his feet as he soared into the air.
"Let's go, Company 8!" the leader shouted, his voice full of authority and confidence.
The others followed his lead, displaying extraordinary abilities as they battled the flames and the source of the fire—an Infernal.
Myron watched in awe, impressed by their teamwork and skill. But when he saw the Infernal turning its attention towards the civilians nearby, he knew he had to step in.
Drawing his sword, Myron charged forward, flames igniting along the blade. With a powerful swing, he cleaved through the Infernal, the fire from his sword merging with the flames of Company 8 to extinguish the threat.
The firefighters stared at him in surprise as the last of the flames died down.
"Who are you?" the leader asked, landing gracefully in front of Myron.
"Myron Malcolm Beckles," he replied, sheathing his sword. "I'm a Demon Slayer. I'm not sure how I got here, but it looks like we're fighting the same enemy."
The leader of Company 8 grinned, his sharp teeth giving him a devilish appearance. "I'm Shinra Kusakabe, and this is Company 8. You've got some pretty impressive moves there, Myron. How about joining us for a bit? We could use someone like you."
