章 1: Cosplay Gone Wrong
The Re-Estize Kingdom.
A kingdom that bordered the Slane Theocracy and Balhuruth Empire - two vastly superior nations in terms of military size, financial and political strength and of course abundance of natural magical talent
It was a kingdom that despite what the aristocracy tried to hide from prying eyes, was a nation who's foundation was built upon strife and poverty
Where those on the higher end of the social land flaunted their wealth in the faces of the impoverished leaving those on lower end to starve and suffer
Typical for a kingdom of its setting and era and yet still ever so disdainful
Why was our attention drawn to such a place you may ask? It's simple really.
Something beyond human comprehension had just occurred.
A rift in the fabric of space has been opened allowing something to pass through unscathed and unimpeded
Something of untold strength and calibre that surpassed that of the very Gods!
A being capable of slaying death itself… a Sword Saint.
Amongst the hustle of the capital graced by the sun and its riches walked a man who's mere presence forced the world to come to a stop
Eyes followed his every movement as he meandered his way towards the castle gates that sat opposed to his crusade
His crimson hair fluorished under the light of day and his sheathed sword that had already been glimmering a soft blue hue grew even brighter than before
The confidence contained in his every step, the power that lingered around his figure and the shimmering sapphire held within his eyes made it impossible for anyone not to stare
His feet game to a halt as he presented himself before five knights whose curiosity could barley be hidden behind their gazes.
Before without hesitation, the air around him shifted and contorted with blatant anticipation at his next move until finally his mouth opened and he exclaimed,
"I would like to register as a knight!"
""???""
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'Why am I so tired?" I rubbed my eyes in frustration before taking another swig of my Coke in hand
Anything to mitigate the sudden wave of drownsiness that hit me out nowhere
I savoured the last remnants of the can before crushing it in my hand and attempting to hit a 3 pointer…only to miss
"Damn…I'm so tired that I'm off my game," I mumbled as I continued my journey through the convention centre in search of my friends
Bumping into a couple dozen people along the way
It was crowded.
Seriously crowded.
You couldn't step a few feet withou brushing shoulders with 'Gojo Satoru', a fully armoured Guts or a surprisingly feminine (hot) Dio
Couple that with the practically blistering heat in here, it was no wonder that I was on the verge of practically dying from exhaustion and or heat stroke
Red hair obscured my vision and ruffled my sweat drenched forehead which drove me even more insane, 'Force me to use some of my sick days, drag me out here to this purgatory, abandon me to wonder blindly like a sweat zombie…
AND FORCE ME TO WEAR THIS STUPID COSTUME?!' I screamed internally allowing a sigh to escape from my mouth before staggering over to a nearby bench
Checking my messages only to see the same winky face sticker and text that said'Be back in 5 minutes' when it's been over an hour and they still weren't back was enough to drive me off the edge
"Too tired to get so worked up.." I spoke with vexation thick in my voice
My hands reached for my eyes, an instinctual feeling to rub my eyes in my struggle to stay awake came over me
And yet an eerie feeling latched on my body and it didn't take long to find out why
…
Hm?
My surroundings.
Gone with the swarms of cat girls and transformers and now formerly replaced with Victorian style terraced houses that stretched out wildly out into the distance alongside the bridge behind me, barring me off from fresh water
As people in clothes straight out of a fantasy passed by me, their inquisitive leers pressing down on me like iron
…
"Where the fuck am I?" I asked only to receive the shock of my life, "Who's voice is this?"
I looked behind me. Below. Around. And yet all signs pointed to…me?!
I rubbed my eyes as if doing so would undo the situation I had found myself in .
I opened them up again and yet still the same image appeared before me
'Ok…this is just a lucid dream,' My words like sweet amber to my as I tried to convince myself of the realness of it all
I pinched my face in hopes on waking me from whatever sort of weird fantasy I was having
But it only confirmed a thought that was knawing and crawling around at the back on my head.
A boundless dread seeped beneath my flesh bones and blood.
A doubt began to bore into the back in my head, through my mind and out of my crown.
The evergwoing feeling that…
This body wasn't my own.
The smooth elasticity of my faces skin, the bladed sharpness of the jaw, the ratio of my face even the slight thinning of my nose
I gripped the summit of my hand, grasping tufts of hair from it bringing to the centre of my eyes
A silkiness unlike my own.
A luscious wave that was so tamed and well kept unlike my own average chestnut hair
I pulled a few strands only to see something beyond uncanny.
Crimson.
'I need a mirror - fast!' Getting ready to storm the new environment in search of a way to see my reflection, I became aware of something equally more confusing.
A new weight had found itself on my body in the form of a sword that was straight out of hero vs demon king manwhua.
A familiarity I couldn't explain not just because I knew what it was and who it belonged to but on a.. spiritual connection
"..These clothes as well," The dots connecting almost instantaneously whilst I looked down at the well made and thick aristocratic clothing that dressed me, 'Don't tell me-!'
I staggered to the edge of my bridge leaning over so my reflection was visible enough to see
…
Holy shit.
I'm Reinhard Astraea.
The guy I cosplayed as to a stupid sweat filled convention centre that my friends dragged me to
This dream has officially entered the crazy stage.
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...
Ok. So to conclude for those that missed it.
I've been transported to the fantasy kingdom of gods knows where as the guy I cosplayed at an anime convention...
"Could it get any stupider??" I sighed, holding in the urge to scream, "Everytime I repeat it, this whole situation gets even more nonsensical."
I ruffled my ha- no sorry Reinhard's hair with clear frustration evident in my movements from where I stood
Drooping my head, my eyes couldn't help but linger on the sheathed sword at my side, practically rippling with power and sovereignty
The Dragon Sword Reid.
'..It wouldn't hurt to try.. right?' I questioned to no one before plucking the weapon from my hip and scanning its body, 'I mean I have his body so by extension..?'
It was light in my grasp and yet it wasn't. Its imaginable weight was perceivable no matter how contradictory it sounded
I felt an attractive pull like hands pushing my hands to use its beautiful form.
'In that case, I must oblige,' Wrapping my fingers around its hilt, I tensed all my muscles before unsheathing the blade for the world to se-?!
"Why won't it budge?" My question fell on death ears once again as i stared down on the sword that wasn't swording.
After what seemed to be a thousand tries of pulling Excalibur from the stone, I threw the sword back on my hip with a scoff of resignation before walking off
"Stupid sword.. who needs you anyway," My brows furrowed with disappointment, 'Enough messing around, I need to scout the area - find out more about where I am.. and maybe then I'll have more answers to this giant puzzle...'
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