𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

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I was fortunate enough to never experience passing out all of a sudden before -- quite a surprise actually since I was rather anemic due to my late-night binge watching and reading. As much as my strict parents would relentlessly warn, scold and pester me of my health -- like every good parent with decent parenting -- my stubborn butt would simply nod and do the exact opposite of what they would say and stay up until two am.

What wasn't much of a shock for me was the fact that I had experienced blacking out in the literal out-of-this-world experience of being isekai'd to an anime. Well, this surely has made me go through a bunch of shit.

"Should I transport her back forcibly?"

"Don't even think about something so reckless. You will need the poor girl's consent." Gradually gaining conciousness, I stirred from my comfortable slumber, quite irritated from the hushed voices audible from my hearing. Don't these people have manners. I'm sleeping here. The unfamiliar voice heaved out a soft sigh before I had felt a finger stoking my hair in a gentle manner. "At any rate, your powers are usless now, Mizukai."

The mention of the of the familiar name of the bronze-haired boy had gotten me pushing out the idea of more sleep, no matter how tempting the soft sheets I currently laid on was. Though half-asleep, I found a swirl of questions occupying my mind, puzzled from the current situation I had found myself in.

"Care to explain?"

I had certainly recognized the boyish tone of the seemingly twelve-year-old boy, confirming that his presence was indeed currently inside the same room as I am. I could make out a few shuffling, still deciding to keep my eyes shut due to the comfort the hand on my forehead was currently giving. It was honestly quite relaxing. Dissapointment dawned on me upon he had retracted his hand, missing the warmth.

It was an odd sensation -- yet hitting me with a wave of nostalgia. It was rather difficult to pinpoint how and why, leading it to another set of unanswered questions.

"There are conditions, Mizukai." A soft voice of man likely to be in his early twenties replied -- it wasn't a deep, masculine tone. In fact, I was reminded of a gentle polite teenager, quite feminine in actions which may lead to him getting picked on. With my always peculiar tastes, I had always found such as an endearing trait. "We may have been able to slip by a hair when I had sent you out to meet her, when the conditions were quite fresh. However, it is currently on its peak.

"You should have noticed after this wee incident."

"Then, what are we supposed to do?" Mizukai's tone was far from calm, a hint of panic present in his vocals as a bitter chuckle slipped past his lips. "I may have pledged my utmost fidelity to you as my god, Yonokawa-dono. But, if you tell me to do nothing, I am not going to stand still."

"Even if it meant you will be receiving punishment for going against the will of your god?" The anonymous man's tone demanded assertion, emitting an aura that he is certainly the dominant one inside the room. "(Y/N)."

My heart had almost shot out of my chest from the mention of my name, once again feeling the unknown male's warm palms as he patted my head. "It's not good manners -- pretending to be asleep under such an important manner, especially if this is regarding you.

"Besides, we need you to participate in this conversation as well."

Guilt has washed over me from his statement upon being caught red-handed. I was afraid that I may have come off as rude. Fluttering my eyes open, I mas met with the sight of a man with long, silky platinum locks which had been tied in a low ponytail, eyes a mesmerizing shade of teal which gleamed gently with kindness. His skin resembled pure snow -- white, pretty, and fragile.