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無職転生 ～異世界行ったら本気だす～ | Mushoku Tensei: Isekai Ittara Honki Dasu | Jobless Reincarnation (Anime)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
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Fushiguro TojiFushiguro Toji's Worm Cursed SpiritSylphiette (Mushoku Tensei)Paul GreyratZenith GreyratLilia GreyratRoxy Migurdia
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Published:2025-04-25Updated:2026-08-13Words:60,187Chapters:13/?Comments:47Kudos:116Bookmarks:28Hits:3,991
A Jobless Assassin's Reincarnation
Papaflimzy
Chapter 3: Welcome to Roa
Notes:
Well, hello there. Bet you weren't expecting me, huh? I've been busy as of late. Going from being jobless myself to working a 40 hour week is extremely jarring, but I'll manage. Anyway, I'll say what I have to say at the end. Hope you enjoy:)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The days after Roxy's departure were overcast, as if the weather itself reflected the mood of the Greyrat household.
Her absence was just as jarring as her arrival—at least for Toji.
In the two years they'd lived together, he'd come to see Roxy as a sort of younger sister. Her constant attempts at acting mature were amusing, doubly so once he learned her supposed age.
Apparently, she belonged to a race called the Migurd, a people with lifespans far longer than humans.
He remembered overhearing a conversation between Roxy and Zenith once. Roxy had claimed she was over forty years old and had already traveled the world. At first, Toji thought she was joking, but the longer they talked, the harder it became to dismiss her words.
'Wait… is that kid really older than me?'
A few days later, he confronted her about it—something she clearly hadn't appreciated.
"Wait, how did you even hear us?! And didn't your mother ever teach you not to ask a woman her age?"
Toji had raised a brow.
"Woman? As far as I can tell, you're just an underdeveloped tween."
Her eyelid twitched.
"Under what?!" she growled.
What followed was an earful about Migurd biology that Toji hadn't asked for.
That had been three years ago, yet the memory still stuck with him.
Maybe because, right now, he found himself stumped by his own biology.
Looking across the field, he spotted a nail he'd thrown, buried deep in a tree. That wasn't the strange part. The strange part was the perfectly round hole bored clean through the tree in front of it.
"Did I seriously just put a hole through it?"
He glanced at his hand.
Even in his past life, he would have had a hard time doing that without a cursed tool. And yet here he was—seven years old, casually tossing a nail through a trunk too thick for even his old body to wrap around.
"Something must be seriously different about my genes…"
He didn't know if it came from Paul, Zenith, or just some random mutation, but his strength was increasing at a ridiculous rate. It felt like every time he blinked, he gained the results of five years of training.
"I don't think I can keep this a secret forever…"
At this rate, when he finally matured, he'd be a monster in human skin. And this was with only moderate training.
Sighing, he rubbed his head.
"Guess I'll figure it out when I get there."
Shrugging it off, he turned away from the trees and hopped the stone wall, crossing the yard to the house. Inside, it was empty.
Paul was out patrolling, Zenith and Sylphy were at the village clinic, and Lilia was shopping for groceries.
Perfect.
"Just how I like it," Toji muttered with a small smile.
Yawning, he stretched as he headed for his room.
"Nothing to do on a day like today but sleep."
Collapsing onto his bed, he was out within moments.
…
Rubbing his eyes, he lazily sat up from his spot beneath a tree.
Across the wheat fields, the breeze carried the scent of grass and earth up the hill, filling his lungs as he took a deep breath.
A sigh slipped from his lips as he tilted his head back to the golden sky.
His brow furrowed.
There—floating in the air—was the familiar figure of a white-haired prick. His back hovered parallel to the ground, blue eyes fixed on the clouds with a look of rapture, as though staring into heaven itself.
"What do you see?" Toji muttered, unsettled by the euphoric expression.
Suddenly, a flash of purple light.
In a daze, he looked down. His left side was gone. Blood dripped across his palm.
The world went black.
He collapsed.
"AHH!"
Toji jolted upright in bed, chest heaving.
Rubbing his face, he let himself flop back against the mattress.
"Another weird dream."
They'd been haunting him for a while now, each one leaving him more unsettled than the last.
It wasn't fear of death—that much he was certain of. He'd met its cold grip with resolve once already. So why was it still tormenting him?
He wanted answers, but none were in reach.
With a shake of his head, he forced the thoughts away and climbed out of bed.
Crossing to the window, he checked the sun's position.
'Almost evening. They should be getting back soon.'
As if on cue, the figures of Sylphy and his mother appeared, cresting the hill in the distance.
He raised a hand to wave, and both of them spotted him—returning the gesture with bright, joyful smiles.
…
From there, the day passed like any other.
Sylphy dragged him off to practice magic, Zenith and Lilia tended to chores, and Paul returned just in time for dinner.
But something felt… off.
Everyone seemed a little tense around him, like they knew something he didn't—and were trying very hard not to let it show.
'What the hell is going on?' he thought, stabbing a piece of steak with his fork.
Yes, steak.
Apparently that's what Lilia had been shopping for earlier.
And that was strange. This village wasn't known for cattle farming. Beef was rare around here—sold by only one of two butchers, and at a ridiculous price.
Toji stared at the tender cut for a moment, brow furrowed, then put it in his mouth.
"Seriously weird," he mumbled as he chewed.
Even Sylphy was eating with them tonight. Not unheard of, but her presence only amplified the odd tension at the table. No one would look directly at him, but he could feel their attention all the same.
BANG
His fist hit the table, rattling the dishes.
"Alright, spill it. What's going on?"
Toji wasn't the patient type, not unless he had to be. If they weren't going to say it, he'd force the issue.
Everyone glanced at each other, then finally turned toward him.
"You noticed?" Paul chuckled awkwardly, scratching his cheek. "Thought we were being subtle."
"You haven't made eye contact with me once since dinner started," Toji said flatly. "I was starting to feel invisible."
"Well, that is pretty strange behavior. I'll remember that next time," Paul joked, trying to ease the mood.
Silence fell.
Toji looked at each face in turn. "Well?"
All eyes shifted to Paul.
Clearing his throat, Paul straightened up.
"I guess I should start from the beginning," he said. "A few days ago, your mom and I went to visit Sylphy's parents. The topic of her education came up…"
He glanced at Sylphy, who looked away, clearly nervous.
"Sylphy said she wanted to study magic more seriously. Your mother suggested Renoa University. Great school—problem is, tuition's insane. Her parents couldn't afford it on a hunter's income."
Toji nodded slowly. "Makes sense."
"So," Paul continued, "I figured I'd pull some strings and help her get a job instead. My uncle runs things in a fortress city called Roa, and he's looking for a tutor for his granddaughter. I sent a letter, and he agreed to hire Sylphy."
Toji leaned back. "That's… not the worst idea."
Paul held up a hand.
"Here's the issue: to tutor nobles, you need to either be a noble yourself, or have significant status or renown. Sylphy has neither."
Toji already saw where this was going. He rubbed his forehead.
Paul grinned sheepishly. "So… we suggested that you go as the official tutor. You've got Greyrat blood, that means you're technically a noble. Sylphy goes with you as your assistant, but she handles the actual lessons. That way, no one raises a fuss."
A heavy silence fell again.
Toji broke it.
"No."
Everyone exhaled in disappointment.
"Oh, don't be like that, Rudy," Zenith chimed in, forcing a smile. "This is an opportunity!"
"Yeah!" Paul added. "You'll get to live in a castle! Servants, food, luxury—it'll be awesome!"
"I'm not going," Toji said firmly.
Paul leaned in. "You can't stay here forever. You've got a whole life ahead of you—don't waste it rotting in a backwater village. Go, follow your dreams!"
Toji scoffed. "I was. In my bed."
"Then I'll send your bed to Roa, and you can sleep there." He retorted sarcastically.
"I'm perfectly fine with the floor."
Paul pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "This is getting us nowhere. Let's have your assistant say something."
All eyes turned to Sylphy.
She froze like a deer in headlights.
"I-I…"
Toji sighed. "Why is this even a thing? No offense, Sylphy's not exactly a social butterfly."
Paul tried to interject. "Rudy—"
"I want you to come!" Sylphy blurted, surprising everyone—including herself.
Silence.
"When I heard I could be a teacher like Miss Roxy, I knew I had to do it…" she said, voice soft. "But I don't think I can do it yet. So I want you to show me how, since you're good at it like her."
Toji blinked. Her reasoning wasn't something he'd expected.
"You want… to learn how to teach from me?"
Sylphy nodded. "Yep. Just for a little while. Until I get how."
Toji looked down at his plate, a sharp anxiety prickling inside his chest.
He sighed and looked around the room.
"If I do agree… am I getting compensated?"
Paul beamed. "Of course! You're technically the official tutor—you get the paycheck."
Toji raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that going toward Sylphy's education?"
"Well… yes," Paul admitted, "but it's still compensation in a way—"
"Ow!" Zenith kicked him under the table.
She smiled sweetly. "What do you want, Rudy?"
Toji rubbed his chin. "I don't know. I don't really need anything right now."
"Then I guess we can't compensate you," she replied with a shrug.
He went quiet for a moment, closing his eyes.
Opening them, he replied:
"Fine. Let's just say you owe me. If I ever make an unreasonable request, you have to accept it."
Zenith clapped. "Deal!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Toji leaned back and stretched. "Alright, since it's settled—when are we supposed to leave?"
"Tomorrow!" Zenith chirped. "An old friend of ours is coming to pick you guys up! Don't worry, I already packed your things."
He froze, staring blankly at her. "…Thanks."
Standing, he left the room.
…
Evening turned to night, the residents of the Greyrat household going to sleep excited for the day to come.
All except one.
Sitting on the windowsill, Toji swung his legs lazily, gaze directed at the full moon shining above. It's silvery glow brought to mind the image of the white haired sorcerer floating in the air.
Irked by the intrusive image, Toji jerked his head away, letting his eyes roll across the trees and farmland that made up his world for the past seven years.
That same anxiety from earlier welled up, leading him to close his eyes all together.
'What the hell am I so worried about?' He wondered.
Over these past years he'd found that there were sides of himself that he never knew existed.
Emotions he'd never felt, concerns that were completely foreign, and a familial warmth that he'd only ever experienced in the form of a wife, albeit briefly.
The idea of leaving this place, this haven he'd landed in by some cosmic coincidence, made that sprout of humanity that was growing in him shudder.
He couldn't bear to let it go, like someone who stumbled into sunlight after a lifetime underground.
Letting out a sigh, he dropped back into his room.
"I'm never getting to sleep at this rate." he muttered.
Looking around his room, he spotted his desk in the corner.
Walking over, he opened a drawer and pull out the pendant that Roxy had given him.
Rolling it between his fingers, his expression softened.
Tying it around his neck, he felt some comfort in the act. Like he was using the memories it held as a shield.
Laying in his bed, sleep eventually took him.
…
Morning arrived faster than he would have liked, carrying with it the tension he'd been doing his best to avoid.
Zenith noticed when he hardly touched his breakfast, her worried glances following him as he quietly gathered his luggage by the door.
Once he was finished, he made his way to his usual spot beneath the tree.
As he lay there, the thought crept in — he could just stay. At worst, Paul might give him a stern talking-to and push him harder in training. That was all.
Shaking his head, he pushed the idea away.
He wouldn't go back on his word.
"Rudy!"
Looking up, he caught sight of familiar green hair. Lost in thought, he hadn't even noticed Sylphy approaching.
"They're supposed to be here soon. Don't you want to greet them?" she asked.
He hesitated before answering.
"…No. Not really. You can do it. Just come get me when it's time to leave."
Sylphy's shoulders sagged, but she turned and left without a word.
Exhaling, Toji leaned back and watched the leaves shift above him.
In the distance, the faint rattle of carriage wheels began to roll down the dirt road.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
"…Guess it's about time."
…
Not long after, Sylphy came to fetch him.
"Are you excited too?!" she asked, bouncing beside him as they walked.
"What do you think?" His voice was flat, the opposite of her energy.
One look at his face was enough—she didn't ask anything else.
When they reached the house, a lengthy carriage stood waiting outside. And he could tell that it was from a wealthy city by the fact that it had a roof and curtained windows.
In his seven years in this village, he'd only ever seen large, bulky wagons used for farming.
"Here we go…" he muttered again.
Inside, Paul, Zenith, and Lilia were happily chatting with a tall woman with wolf-like features. Most notably, she sported a pair of furry ears and a tail.
All heads turned as Toji and Sylphy stepped in.
"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour!" Paul boomed with a laugh.
Zenith beamed. "And this is our son, Rudius. Say hi, Rudy!"
Standing before her, Toji had to crane his neck to meet the visitor's gaze. Up close, the network of scars across her body stood out—along with the eyepatch.
'Was there some war I didn't hear about?' He wondered, eyes drifting to the sword at her waist.
"So you're a warrior?" he asked.
The woman chuckled. "Yes, though I work as a bodyguard now. Sharp question for someone your age… you must take after your mother more than your father."
He shrugged.
"I like to think so."
"Hey!" Paul protested. "When did we start attacking me?!"
The woman laughed. "Feels like old times. Your kid's like a little Geese. Ever think about going back into the labyrinth?"
Paul nodded, but Zenith nudged him sharply.
"Those days are over. We're happy here."
The woman rubbed her neck. "Fair enough. I'm too busy for it anyway. Still, it's fun to think about."
"Nostalgia's always like that," Lilia added.
Toji tapped his foot, irritation creeping in.
"Okay, when are we leaving?"
"Excited, are we?" Paul chuckled. "Weren't you sulking about this last night?"
"The longer we stand here, the more I'm inclined to stay."
Paul sighed. "Fine, fine… we can catch up later." He clapped his hands. "Alright—say your goodbyes! I'll load the luggage."
…
The leaving process took about as long as Toji expected, filled with hugs and tears from his mother and Sylphy.
Paul, though outwardly composed, was clearly just as affected. He even gave Toji his old adventuring sword, along with a cheesy speech about the importance of self-defense.
After one last group hug — Paul, Zenith, Lilia, Sylphy, and him all tangled together — the carriage finally set off.
A short stop at Sylphy's house for another round of farewells and gifts, and they were officially leaving the village for good.
Perched on the luggage rack, legs swinging off the carriage roof, Toji looked back at the home he'd lived in for the past seven years. The sight of it shrinking into the distance pressed heavily against his chest.
He held out his hand, as if he could catch and keep the fading image, then slowly opened his fingers to find only an empty palm.
"Why does it feel like this?" he muttered, brow furrowing.
He remembered the first time he left the Zenin clan. Back then, he hadn't even thought to look back — the weight that had been on his shoulders simply lifted the moment he stepped out.
But now…
Now the outside just felt empty.
An image of his son flashed unbidden in his mind — the day he was born.
She had held the baby in her arms, his eyes wide and alert as he gazed out at the world for the first time.
Toji had reached out, hesitant. This was the first time in his life he'd ever touched a baby, and he had no idea how careful he had to be. So, instead, he'd placed his hand beside the boy's, letting the child reach for him instead.
Tiny fingers curled against his palm.
"So small," he'd muttered, a strange warmth stinging the edges of his eyes.
"Isn't it!"
He flinched — Sylphy's voice snapped him back to the present. Looking up, he caught the last sliver of his house disappearing over the hill.
"Do you think the city's really as big as Auntie said it was?!"
She beamed at him from the carriage window, but her grin faltered when she saw his face.
"Rudy… are you okay?"
He pretended not to notice her concern, humming instead of answering.
Sylphy clambered up to sit beside him. "Are you sick?"
He shook his head.
'What's happening to me?'
"Do you have to use the bathroom?"
Another shake of the head.
'Is this some kind of curse? Are we being attacked?'
Ridiculous thoughts like that kept flashing through his mind.
"Do you miss Auntie and Uncle?"
'Ah'. He exhaled, leaning back against his suitcase. 'So that's it.'
He wanted to deny it, but the words would've been a lie.
"Rudy?"
She was close enough now that he could feel her breath.
"…Yeah. I miss my mom."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She's the only one who could get you to brush your teeth properly."
"What?!"
"You didn't brush your teeth, did you?"
"Yes I did! Front and back, like Auntie says!"
He arched an eyebrow. "Did you brush your tongue?"
"…No."
"There you go. I was wondering why your breath smelled so bad."
"Shut up!" She huffed, punching his arm.
"Geez, you don't have to get violent," he chuckled.
"You're so mean. I'm gonna go talk to Miss Ghislaine, 'cause she doesn't pick on me like you do."
Turning, she stuck her tongue out before dropping back down through the window.
Once she was gone, Toji shifted his gaze back to the road.
The village was long out of sight now, replaced by endless fields of swaying wheat.
Leaning back, he let his eyes wander to the clouds drifting lazily across the sky. Their slow movement reminded him that the world kept turning, even when he felt like it had stopped.
The steady rattle of the carriage wheels, paired with the tranquil view, was enough to finally lull his tense mind to sleep.
…
Blinking his eyes open, Toji sat up with a yawn. Rubbing at his eyes, he suddenly froze.
The scenery outside was completely unfamiliar. A massive gate loomed ahead, a wide plain stretched behind, and two guards were circling the carriage, kneeling down to inspect certain parts.
Then it all came rushing back.
"Oh. We're here already?"
He hadn't expected to sleep the whole way, but after last night's restlessness, it made sense.
Sliding the carriage window open with his foot, he swung inside and landed on the bench beside Sylphy.
"Eep!" she yelped, while Ghislaine gave him a flat look.
Judging from the heavy silence, he'd just interrupted something awkward.
"What are the guards inspecting us for?" Toji asked, breaking it.
"Contraband," Ghislaine replied simply.
"What, you guys got a drug crisis? How long does it usually take?"
"No. Twenty minutes. An hour if you piss them off."
With a sigh, Toji slid down on the bench, tossing his legs onto Sylphy's lap.
"Hey!" she protested. "You've got plenty of room, why put your smelly feet on me?!"
Toji met her eyes. "Whoops. Didn't see you there." His grin betrayed the lie, and then he flopped back, pretending to sleep.
Sylphy puffed her cheeks and looked away, but didn't move his legs.
Ghislaine chuckled. "You two are close, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah," Sylphy said, tilting her head. "Me and Rudy have been friends since we were little."
"How did you meet?" Ghislaine asked, settling back in her seat.
With a bright smile, Sylphy launched into the story of their first meeting — which was interesting to Toji, since he'd never heard her perspective before.
From her telling, he came off like a knight in shining armor straight out of a fairy tale — which, given the fantasy world he'd landed in, almost made sense.
"Appearing from thin air, chasing off the evil bullies, then carrying the injured damsel to safety…" Ghislaine chuckled. "Your friend here is quite the hero, isn't he?"
Sylphy nodded eagerly. "Yeah! He even showed me and my teacher new ways to use mana!"
Ghislaine turned her eye toward Toji, inspecting him carefully. "You're a mage? I'd have taken you for a fighter."
With his eyes still closed, Toji waved a hand lazily. "Nah, magic ain't my thing."
Ghislaine narrowed her gaze — then slowly lifted her eyepatch, revealing a gemlike green glow.
Her visible shock broke through her usual stoicism. "What are you?" she asked, her voice calm but edged.
Sylphy blinked between them, confused.
Toji sighed inwardly. 'Of course special eyes exist here too.'
He let the silence stretch before finally smirking. "That's a pretty eye, miss. What does it see?" He deliberately ignored her question.
Ghislaine studied him for another moment before lowering her patch, settling back. "It lets me see mana flow. Normally, I can tell at a glance if someone's a mage by the amount of mana they carry." She pointed at him. "At least, that's what I thought. Until I saw you."
Toji nodded knowingly. "Let me guess — nothing?"
"Exactly."
Sylphy's confusion only grew, her frustration bubbling over. "Whaaat?! Tell me what's wrong already!" She shook Toji's leg.
He chuckled. "Didn't you hear? Nothing."
Realizing she was getting nowhere, Sylphy turned to Ghislaine with pleading eyes.
Ghislaine studied the two of them for a moment, weighing whether this was something Toji was willing to have revealed. His laid-back posture and her own instincts told her it was safe enough.
"He has absolutely zero mana in his body," she said at last.
Sylphy tilted her head. "That's impossible…"
"That's why I was so shocked," Ghislaine replied.
Sylphy's expression grew serious as she looked down at Toji. "Is that… bad?"
Ghislaine rubbed her chin. "I've heard of conditions where people can't absorb mana properly. It usually kills them young."
Sylphy's face went pale.
Quickly, Ghislaine continued. "But this is different. As far as I know, every living thing has mana. The only time it's absent is when someone's dead—and Rudy clearly isn't. So this is something else entirely."
Some color returned to Sylphy's cheeks. She leaned over him, hovering just above his face.
Cracking an eyelid, Toji frowned at her. "What?"
"Do you feel okay?"
He scoffed. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
She lingered, lips parting as if to say more before finally whispering, "Rudy… are you sick?" Her voice trembled with worry.
Toji sighed and rubbed his brow. "I knew this would happen," he muttered.
Sitting up, he met both of their curious stares. "I'm not sick, and I'm not dying. This is just how I was born. And I'd appreciate it if you kept this between us—because if the wrong people find out, my life's gonna turn into hell."
"Not even Auntie or Uncle?" Sylphy asked.
"No." His tone was firm. "Especially them."
Ghislaine frowned. "So you've always known?"
He shook his head. "Nah. But I figured it out pretty early."
"Does it impair you in any way? Do you have issues with fatigue or weakness?" Ghislaine asked.
Sylphy's eyes widened. "He does sleep all the time!"
Toji waved her off. "No, no. It's kind of the opposite, actually."
He held out a hand. "Give me a copper coin."
Sylphy frowned but pulled out the pouch her parents had given her. "Don't waste it. This is all the money my family could spare."
She handed him a coin no bigger than a pinky nail.
"Thanks." He grinned, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. "Watch."
With a simple squeeze, the coin flattened. Then he rolled it into a ball and pressed it back into a neat coin shape—minus the king's face that once marked it.
He tossed it back, and Sylphy caught it with a pout. "I told you not to waste it…"
"Impressive," Ghislaine remarked. "Crushing something that small and reshaping it like clay takes remarkable strength."
Toji shrugged. "I figure whatever mana I was supposed to have got converted into muscle."
"Incredible," she murmured, rubbing her chin. "No wonder I thought you were a fighter. You're practically built for it."
Then her brow furrowed. "Well… at least up to the Saint level."
Confused by the change in expression, Toji raised a brow. "What do you mean?"
"Has your father never explained the different ranks for swordsmen?" Ghislaine asked.
He shrugged. "I know the ranks for mages, but no one told me swordsmen had the same thing."
Ghislaine shook her head. "Not surprising Paul skipped that part. But yes—they're the same ranks. Mage and swordsman alike."
"So a Saint-class mage is equal to a Saint-class swordsman?"
"Roughly. Mana is mana, whether it's spells or battle aura. Skill makes the difference."
"Battle aura?" Toji tilted his head.
Ghislaine's hand rested on her sword. "A technique that fighters unlock when they reach the Saint-class. They channel mana to enhance their bodies and weapons."
"So you can use it?"
She nodded. "I'm a Sword King, trained in the Sword God style."
Toji blinked, then gave a low whistle. "Ohhh, wow. Big shot then, huh, Miss Ghislaine?" He gave a mock clap. "But why is me not having battle aura a problem?"
She shrugged. "Obvious. No battle aura means you're handicapped against anyone who has it. Like showing up to an ass-kicking contest with one leg."
Toji chuckled. "Now you've got me curious. I want to feel what it's like going against someone with battle aura. Spar later?"
A grin tugged at her lips. "I wouldn't mind. But don't think I'll hold back—I'd rather break a few things now than see you die because you thought you were stronger than you are."
Toji's smile tightened. "And when I win, you're buying me steak for the next year."
Ghislaine laughed, leaning forward with her hand on her hilt. "Deal!"
Sylphy chose that moment to chime in. "Um… can this wait till tomorrow? It's our first day, and I don't wanna cause trouble."
There was a pause.
Ghislaine sighed, leaning back again. "Sorry. Got carried away."
"Yeah, same." Toji scratched his cheek.
A sudden knock at the carriage door cut the conversation short.
"We're through, you can be on your way," came the inspector's voice.
Ghislaine tugged a wire near the ceiling, ringing a small bell for the driver. With a lurch, the carriage rolled forward again.
Pulling the curtain back, Toji watched as they passed through the gate and into the city.
Crowds packed the main road, weaving between three- and four-story buildings—the tallest Toji had seen in years.
"Whoa!" Sylphy gasped right in his ear, leaning over his shoulder. "Look at all the houses! And the people!"
Toji, the man who'd grown up in twenty-first century Japan, only shrugged.
"Yeah…" He eyed the medieval European-style streets with the detached curiosity of someone walking through a history textbook.
"Look up there!" she pointed.
A stone castle loomed over the city, dominating the skyline.
"So that's where we're headed?" Toji asked.
Ghislaine nodded.
"Welcome to Roa."
Notes:
And there we go, how cinematic. Entering the big city, the two country bumpkins watch in awe (well, one really). I've been having fun writing this; it's refreshing after the writer's block I've been having with my main fic, and it's in no small part due to your comments as well. Even just a single word will make me feel like laughing, so remember to leave a comment if you liked it.
I'm kinda in a weird place right now irl. I was offered to be trained for a potential leadership position at my facility, but I don't know if I should accept it or not. I prayed, I thought, I asked friends and family, and I still feel unsure. But I know it'll all work out, Lord willing.
Well that's enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoyed and have an amazing day :)
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