I wonder at days like these.
Life is kind of carefree if you look at it for a certain perspective.
However, the good flow of life is something that is an indicative that many things might go against expectations.
Life is a perpetual cycle, a perfect sphere---which in reality doesn't exist, but regardless of shapes, this is the general analogy that can be made.
What I mean is that, when life goes too well, you can expect something to go the other way.
After all, like I said, life goes in a complete round cycle.
Why am I talking about this all of a sudden?
It is something that I cannot describe.
At least not right now.
There hangs a premonition over me, looming like a blade over my head, ready to sever it at a moment's notice.
It lies heavy, pressing against my chest.
I don't feel a peaked pulse, or desultory beating of heart.
It just exists.
Both tangible and ethereal.
The gentle caress of the balmy summer breeze played with the strands of my hair, tugging at their subtle threads.
The zephyr, imbued with the fragrance of blooming wildflowers and the distant promise of salt from the sea, cradled my senses in its tender arms.
The sensation was remarkably soothing as I sat there, in the window, basking in the gentle caress of the warm breeze against my skin.
With my eyes closed, I allowed myself to fully immerse in this experience, savoring every moment as my mind drifted back to the recent events that had unfolded.
Every potential threat was neutralised.
All that remained was the intriguing prospect of observing the progress of the class I had diligently nurtured, pitted against none other than myself.
However, as I closed my eyes to savor the tranquil ambiance, an unexpected occurrence disrupted my reverie.
Instead of the expected return to light when I chose to reopen my eyes, an impenetrable darkness clung to my senses.
It was as though an invisible shroud had been cast over my vision, rendering me incapable of breaking free from the never-ending abyss of obscurity that now enveloped me.
It became evident that this was not an external force at play, but rather my own involuntary incapacity to partake in the world of sight, which had brought forth this relentless darkness.
I couldn't open them---no matter how hard I tried.
I heard voices---above, no, below.
The origin of the voices was a perplexing puzzle.
Yet, just as quickly, I realized it wasn't a singular source; instead, it was an ethereal chorus that enveloped me from all directions.
These voices didn't belong to any specific location; they were an omnipresent, enigmatic symphony, like a delicate veil of sound that encircled my very being.
In that peculiar moment, time seemed to lose its grip on reality, becoming an abstract concept that held no sway over my senses.
I existed in a state where I simultaneously felt everything and nothing, a paradoxical experience beyond the boundaries of comprehension.
It was as if the entire universe had folded in on itself, and in the blink of an eye, I had transitioned from the confines of my room at ANHS to a completely different scene.
Before me now, I beheld the presence of a woman, her form materializing before my senses with an uncanny immediacy.
Losing sense of time and a murky darkness before waking up somewhere else----the feeling felt eerily familiar to me.
Was it nostalgia that I felt when I was in that crepuscular place?
I surely haven't felt this feeling before.
Just as I was thinking about that, I heard two voices---simultaneously.
The source wasn't the same.
I heard one directly, through my ears, sending a shiver of uncertainty down my spine.
The other one, I heard it in my mind.
"Your name shall be Jin Runcandel."
[Contractor, as much as I'd love to hold a conversation with you, I am afraid our time together is running out. I am Solderet, The God of Shadows.]
I had reincarnated.
Or rather as I heard to the voice in my head more, reincarnated into a regressor.
An odd occurrence.
How did I die though?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I recently started reading this Light Novel, and gyat damn. I am in love. I thought Kiyotaka would fit perfectly in this story that is all about conspiracy and wars. Excited to write it.
Will this fic repeat the events that were started by MT x COTE? Who knows, hehe.