Vylara couldn't help but shut Natsuki's jaw, over the sheer embarrassment that he was bringing upon the group. "Look, this may be your first time coming here, but for the love of Titania, please have a proper sense of decorum. Were hot savages here, are we!?"
Hissing at Natsuki's ear, Vylara attempted to correct Natsuki's expression, unwilling to look like a country pumpkin who knows jack-shit. Feeling the warm air on his neck, Natsuki couldn't help but shiver, expression hidden behind his head. "Look sis, you know as well that all Japanese men have an innate sense to throw themselves onto a truck and yeet themselves to another world. Why? Well, it's because of this:
The burning feeling of hacking and slashing evil creatures, saving damsels in distress, and most of all, owning their own castles, just like the one in front, not to mention these bombastic views (and Elvish women)!
So sis Vylara, it's completely normal for me to drool from my mouth!"
With a final flare, Natsuki lifted his right hand into the air, just like those flashy superstars from the '80s. Much to their chagrin, everyone, from children to adults, began pointing fingers at them, questioning their sanity.
"Mommy, is that big brother alright...?"
"No deary, he must've been kicked by Lonkey when he was young. This is what happens if you're not careful Dinky..."
"But he looks so cool..."
"What'd you say young man!?"
"I mean yeah, he's soon stupid (damn it, he looks so cool!)"
While Vylara couldn't help but hide her face in her hands, Scaramond gave him a thumbs-up, impressed at the young man's self-sacrifice. Though it looked very corny, Natsuki couldn't help but pat himself on his back.
Phew! Thank goodness nobody found out about it!
Lowering his arm, Natsuki rubbed his head as Vylara began punching him on his back at the embarrassing show, as Scaramond tried his best to stop the fuming Elf from pummelling their newest member into paté.
All the while Knoxis smiled slightly, remembering how a certain hormonal young man blushed madly at having a beautiful woman blow down their neck
Heh, kids these days...
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As Natsuki lay on his bed inside The Soft Flutter (this inn was rated a 4/5, but the denizens of the city, as stated by a certain BDSM lover), he couldn't fall asleep despite what had happened this morning...
I mean, who wouldn't, considering that they have come to one of those fantasy worlds
He had so much energy, that even after tossing and turning for an hour, he couldn't fall asleep. This left him no choice but to turn to meditation, hoping the practice (and boredom) would be able to lull him to sleep. So, closing his eyes, he focused all his attention inside, searching for where the gear lay in his inner space...
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Floating in space, the green gear, compared to before, looked no different, except having 6 words etched in its surface:
Bravery...
Honour...
Luck...
Courage...
Perseverance...
Determination...
Though faint, Natsuki saw that a seventh wordwas forming. Now all that was left was a catalyst, an event so shocking that it would help Natsuki form the seventh complete phrase...
And with that, he left the dark sea, mind tired enough for him to fall asleep.
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Walking down the dark, muddy path, Dick Van Dyke spat out his cigar, pulling down his thick hat. "Damn it, where on Aesold did those rambunctious sheep go!? Why, if I see that one of those young lads– AARRGGHHH!!!"
With a sickening crunch, a dark beast leapt from the surrounding bushes, crushing his skull into splinters. Seeing that the old man was no longer moving, the shadow-clad beats turned its attention towards the bright walls, expression eager for blood.
Leaving the body behind, it quickly leapt towards the bushes, eager to attack the walls with the rest of its brethren...
But it was what happened after that was the most shocking part
The body began dissolving immediately, starting from the foot, then slowly going up, until the fragmented skull vanished into a white light. All that was left that signified the existence of the man named Dick Van Dyke was his clothes and an old, wooden staff...