A strange aura of tranquility intoxicated Subaru as he stared into nothingness. In mere moments he had gone from being cloaked in the luxurious walls of Roswaal's manor to being out in the open. And the zone, far from having picturesque overtones of fantasy, was perhaps the quintessential urban area from which he had fled in his old life: his eyes could clearly contemplate a school scenario in the most stereotyped sense of the word, without falling into an exorbitant luxury but enough to afford everything one imagines when thinking about a school.
Seeing that, Subaru felt a stream of emotions slide down his spine. Unconsciously, he had just unleashed a huge weight his only ability had allowed him to forget, and it had happened so suddenly and randomly that he felt a powerful helplessness in his legs.
What do I do…? Is this my home world? Should I return to...?
He could feel anxiety taking up more and more space in his heart, to the point that it was hard for him to breathe. There were a lot of things he hadn't been able to forget about, and in that moment he wished he could. He could almost feel how an intense thread tied to his finger was trying to force him to move forward, and he was tempted to resist even if such an act would end up destroying his hand.
If there was one thing about Japanese culture that had plagued Subaru throughout his life, it was undoubtedly everything related to expectations. And if there was a greater manifestation of that ideal than what was right in front of him, Subaru had undoubtedly been born into a world less idyllic than he thought.
Still, he couldn't just stay still forever. Time was going to move forward with or without him, a detail that settled in his head when he remembered his friends had probably also been summoned to that place. And his resolve was torn in two when he was faced with a body horror Return By Death had never allowed him to experience.
It didn't take him more than five steps to realize that something horrible had happened to his body. His center of gravity shifted so far that he almost kissed the floor, and his body weight distribution degenerated so much that he felt like his limbs were going to fall off at any moment, as if his mind were actually inhabiting a costume on full process of decay. When he finally let his eyes take in reality, he was met with perhaps the most feminine form he had ever seen in his life.
“…You cannot be serious.”
A truly flattering figure, with a wide waist and powerful feminine appeal, was tied to his neck. And, considering his new voice and the hair that descended before his eyes, it was likely that his head had suffered the same fate. The mere thought stunned him for multiple agonizing minutes in which he only listened to his own breathing. And once he recharged his psychological energy by hyperventilating, he shrieked as if he had seen a ghost.
"...Are you serious?! Has God made me think I could see my parents again just to give me a body they won't recognize?! Why?! Why the hell does something bad always end up happening to me wherever I go?! AND WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MILITARY OUTFIT?!”
Subaru shouted against the wind itself, almost expecting his prayers to be answered by some indescribable force, but all he managed by thrashing and moving was to further notice the innate beauty of his body.
However, his desperation was interrupted when he noticed how his face began to touch a wall, his limbs were immobilized and an enormous pressure on his back prevented him from fighting.
“She really has horrible luck. She first ends up being the only woman in the battalion, and now this…”
Subaru could feel her senses sharpening from her pressure, and it indirectly destroyed her psyche for a moment: the voice that was haunting him was horribly familiar.
"Who…?"
“I'm the one asking the questions, Visha. Why don't you identify yourself right now?”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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