𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

•|| farewell ||•

Oddly enough, I never really found myself questioning much why I had been transported into such a fantastic situation; and, by the term fantastic, I am not referring to amazing or any of the sort -- it is fantastic in its own way -- but what the word means from the sentence is fantasy-like. A fantasy -- a fictional story filled with fictional characters, only to be found in books and shows. Surely, if I were to tell to anyone in my original world the eventful days I had witnessed spending time with Hyakkimaru and Dororo, I would receive a look that questions if I had been on drugs.

Now that I had been given a bit of time to ponder about it, I cannot really draw out whether experiencing such an event of getting iskeai'd to an anime like some cliché light novel is something I found star-crossed or not. I believe there would only be an atomic chance to be able to undergo what I had gone through (if we do not include those countess transfiguration stories from the sea of books in the world); to be able to spend a whole year with an anime I honestly found as a good show must be at least considered a lucky -- or at the very least, rare. I suppose you can compare it to winning a raffle which earned you a trip overseas, but it just so happens that it was a trip to North Korea.

The first time I had been here, I was pretty much considered I had such terrible luck to be transported to a world of war and demons. I mean, I would have died after an hour if it weren't for Dororo and Hyakkimaru.

Excluding my near-death experiences and adjusting to such an era where it's difficult to survive if you weren't a noble, I will have to admit that I would miss Dororo's prescence who had helped me a whole lot and taught me a few tips when it comes to independence, and of course the raven-head who had swords for arms as well. As much as it proved a hard task to melt his frozen walls, it earned me much more than a piece of the ticket home, an experience of romance for once -- unfortunately one only to last a fleeting moment.

Nevertheless, this would be a story I would look back at fondly once I go back -- a bittersweet memory I could only relive in my mind.

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"Did you really need to go that far?" Stationed in a standing postition beside his master, Mizukai sends the god he serves a questioning stare, elevating an eyebrow as he wached Yonokawa take a sip of sakè whilst seated on the edge of the veranda. "I almost laughed out loud when you told (Y/N) that, that cheap ring was a blessed one to keep her from going unstable."

"I don't see the harm in that Mizukai. I believe it would actually benefit her -- them rather." The water deity replies, lifting his gaze to stare at full moon shuning with the glitters of stars in the ozone. "I wouldn't want (Y/N) to act so stiff in her last day here. I want her to spend the night without the least burden she can carry and savour every remaining moment with them."

A low hum erupted from russet haired familiar as he fluttered his eyes close to savor the sound of nature wafting their prescence. "I can see your point." He breathes out a soft exhale. "12 o'clock..."

"And, that particular ring had a pair actually." The platinum haired male added, letting a fond smile etch upon his lips, before craning his neck to meet the shorter male's amber pools. "Can you guess to whom I gave the other?"

As Mizukai pursed his lips into a thin line, a short silence consumed the shrine -- sans the rustling leaves from spring breeze and the crickets chirping from the trees that surround them.

"Now, that, I find irrelevant."

A chuckle escaping his lips from the shrine familiar's reply, Yonokawa stated. "Loosen up. It's a memento for the both of them." His soft snickers dying down to a soft sigh, he continued with a forlorn gleam flashing through the teal gems he hold. "Fate sure is cruel to those who don't deserve it."