"So," the assistant said, opening a door,
"this is your room."
I stepped inside.
It wasn't huge…
but it was nice.
Really nice.
There was a soft bed, a desk, a chair, a bookshelf, and even a PC.
I stared at it for a second.
I had almost forgotten how to use one.
"Wow," I muttered.
"Nice room."
"Well," Yamato said proudly,
"it's good…"
A smirk appeared on his face.
"…but not as good as mine."
"Sure, grandpa."
The assistant ignored us.
"You'll receive food every day," she explained.
"One of our staff members will deliver it directly to your room."
I nodded absentmindedly while looking around.
It still felt weird.
A real room.
A real bed.
No monsters.
No walls.
Then my eyes shifted toward another door nearby.
The room next to mine.
"Who's this?" I asked.
Without waiting for an answer—
I knocked.
The door swung open.
A grumpy-looking guy with messy black hair appeared.
And immediately shouted in my face—
"WHAT?!"
As a reflex—
I punched him.
BAM.
He flew backward into his room.
"KYOREN!" Yamato shouted.
"You can't just punch everyone in the face!"
"Sorry!" I yelled toward the guy while completely ignoring Yamato.
I peeked into the room.
"Wow… he's got a nice room too."
The guy groaned from the floor.
"I hate this place already…"
The assistant sighed deeply.
"Mr. Hisakage," she said tiredly,
"please call me if you need any assistance."
Then she quickly walked away before I could accidentally punch someone else.
I stepped back into my room.
Quiet.
Clean.
Comfortable.
I slowly looked around again.
The empty walls.
The shelves.
The desk.
Then I crossed my arms and nodded seriously.
"This place…"
"…needs decorations."