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Volume 5 Chapter 1 Part 1

CHAPTER 1

 

Sometime later, in the settlement of the natives at the eastern end of the Lost Continent of Atlantis.

 

Sakamaki Izayoi woke up from his sleep at roughly the same time as the sun begun its journey across the sky. It was probably due to the exhaustion from all the intense battles from yesterday, but he was sleeping so deeply that it surprised even him when he became awake enough to think clearly without his mind getting all hazy.

 

(Well I will be damned if this place is not amazing. That must have been a first time in quite a while when I was able to have so much sleep to the point that I actually lost track of the time. But, well, I cannot say that this is such a bad feeling. . . . . . . . .)

 

With his head still swaying a for a bit, Izayoi slowly raised himself from the bed, but then he felt that something was pulling down on his clothes.

 

「What the. . . . . . . .  oh, it’s just you, little miss Albino pipsqueak, huh?」

 

For a moment Izayoi forgot that as a result of all the crazy shit that happened yesterday she went to sleep together with him so that he could keep guarding her if anything else happened, but now it was all slowly coming back to him.

 

This girl, a black Albino who for some strange and inexplicable reason was being targeted by someone who was claiming to be Krishna, the Supreme God of Hinduism and the Eighth Avatar of Vishnu, was one of the test subjects who fell victim to the Star Particle Bodies research. She was also the one who was responsible for the recent incident with {The Bull of Heaven} that wrought havoc throughout the Outer World and threatened to destroy it via a deadly smallpox virus that was infecting both humans and plants alike, and now that she managed to escape her confinement from a secret research facility located in the Amazonian rainforest of Brazil, her life was now being targeted by the real perpetrators behind it all: an unknown organization from the Outer World and the Community from Little Garden who were collaborating together for the sake of increasing the fame of Star Particle Bodies research project so that it could get more authority and increased funding for its creation and development on behalf of them being advertised as a wondrous cure for everything that ails this world. Moreover, since the girl was a black Albino, it was more than likely that she has been created artificially by the remnants of a black Albino breeding organization whom Izayoi thought to have utterly destroyed back when he was still travelling around the world with Canaria when he was just a little runt.

 

The reason why somebody like her was an ideal candidate for being a Star Particle Bodies test subject was pretty simple: due to her Albinism she was considered to be an abomination by her own people, and she had no family to speak of whatsoever. In other words, she had no one who would start looking for her if she disappeared, and nowhere to run to in the case she ever managed to escape. She had no father, no mother, and no relatives, even the more distant ones, in the entire world. From the moment she was born, she has been doomed to a life filled with nothing but loneliness, and so she resigned herself to spend the rest of her life, however short it would be, shrouded in darkness. . . .

 

But now there she was, clutching onto the sleeve of Izayoi’s shirt with a grip so tight as if she wanted to never let go of it while breathing peacefully in what must have been a first time in a long while where she fell asleep without any nightmares causing her to wake up screaming and crying.

 

Taking her hand off his sleeve, a bitter smile flashed on Izayoi’s face.

「Well, I guess what matters the most is that you are fine. I have something that I need to do outside, so feel free to stay here and sleep some more.」

 

「Nnnn. . . . . .  haaaaa. . .  」

 

The girl did not say anything and continued to breathe calmly through her sleep, but when Izayoi let go of her hand and tried getting out of bed for good. . .

 

「. . . . Oi.」

 

The girl grabbed the edge of his sleeve once more, so he shook her off once more. . . .  only for the situation to repeat itself like in some cliché slapstick comedy routine.

 

「Oi!」

 

And so he tried to free himself from her again, and again, and again and then some more, but no matter how fast he tried to do it or how much force he was putting into it, the end result was always the same, one hundred percent of the time, prompting tim to finally give up.

 

「Ugh. . . . okay, all right, I get it, I get it. If you want my jacket so badly, then you can have it. Here, it will keep you warm, so now sleep and let go of me already, will you?」

For crying out loud, never in his wildest dreams would he have ever expected to be doing a genuine comedy bit first thing in the morning, but that is just life for you I guess. First time for everything and all of that other crap.

 

Changing into just his shirt, Izayoi left the house that was given to him when he got back to the settlement while being extra careful not to wake the sleeping girl up. When he finally went outside, he saw that it was still early, but the building around him gradually began to have the chalk stones they were made out of illuminated by the light of the rising sun, which was then being reflected from the cow-head masks that were placed o the entrance to every single building in the settlement, probably to act as some kind of amulet or protective measures against evil spirits, and giving the illusion as if they were about to stand up from their posts and begin moving around along with the rest of the people living in this settlement. The birds were also beginning to sing their noisy songs among the trees and the vines hanging off of them, and some of the residents were probably preparing to have an early breakfast and started fires in their houses, as it was evident by the smoke rising through some of the roofs and the smell of roasted meat and other ingredients that gradually begun to fill the air around him.

 

Having his head completely soaked with water that he took from the nearby well inan attempt to fully wake himself up, Izayoi shook his head in a same manner like a cat when it accidentally jumps into the bathtub and started to dry his hair with a piece of cloth that he nabbed on his way out of his hut.

 

「Well, last night was pretty damn eventful, it is not strange that I am still feeling dead tired.」

 

To tell you the truth, this was the first time in about three years when he felt that all of the fatigue that he has accumulated throughout the previous day has been carried over to the next day. When he tried moving his shoulders around, all of the joints in them called out with an unpleasant sound that sounded like something between the creaking of old, worn out stairs and a pack of chips behind crushed into powder.

 

(So now in addition to all of the guys we have to worry about, self-proclaimed Krishna, Orpheus and Heracles can also be added to the list of potential worries. I mean, it is not like I dislike their involvement all that much, since I will never say no to strong, stimulating opponents whom I can fight.. . . but even I am not sure if I could take them all on at once and emerge victorious.)

 

Even more so since all three of the guys he just mentioned are pretty famous heroes in their respective mythologies comparable in strength to the Demon Lords. And even though three years ago Izayoi and his friends were fighting against guys like that and their Communities pretty much on a daily basis.  .  .