บท 2: Young Lord!
'What... what's going on?'
That's he could think at the moment.
He sat in front of a large audience, each member looking at him intently. This situation wasn't something he had experienced before, in fact, he could have sworn he had just left his house for a jog. This was the situation Nao Nishimiya was in.
Nao was a young teenager with pale-white skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. He typically wore sweat pants and a t-shirt, his days going by as he watched anime and lived off of his grandparents' inheritance. Or, that's who he thought he was.
The mirrors within the very large room he was in however, had different thoughts. Whilst looking into the mirror, completely ignoring the confused gazes he was receiving, that description didn't fit him at all. What he saw was a young boy, no older than 14, with sky-blue hairs, navy-blue eyes, and a frowning neutral face. On top of it all, he and everyone else in this room were wearing traditional Japanese yukata, of light blue color.
'Just what is going on? A dream? No... my weeb senses are tingling.'
"Young Lord?!" said one of the many, many middle aged men gathered around him.
'Yes... this has to be that. That is the only explanation, after all, I always felt I had the potential to be the protagonist. Now to ask questions...'
Gathering his courage, Nao cleared his throat.
"I apologize... I was simply dazed for a moment."
Nao's voice seemed to carry a sense of authority, and vibrated throughout the ears of everyone in the room. It was as if he was the top dog, as if the mountain that was Nao was insurmountable.
'They called me Young Lord... I assume I have been transmigrated into the body of another person... for now I'll put all those roleplaying skills to use.'
Contrary to Nao's expectations, the men standing around him had been dumbfounded.
"Young Lord... we understand that we cannot compare to your stature, but it is an iron rule within our clan that we treat each other as equals..." an elderly-looking man to the right of Nao said.
Now, it had been Nao's turn to be confused. What had he done disrespectfully? What was different about him when compared to everyone else?
'Oh!'
Until now, Nao had been seated upon a zabuton... speaking to them while seated must be the disrespect they are speaking of?
"I apologize, but may I ask, what has gathered you all in front of me again?" Nao said, taking action and standing up.
Relief washed over everyone in the room, coupled with a look of confusion, and then they slowly equipped upon themselves a look of fear, and dread.
"Young Lord! The Kyuubi has attacked Konohagakure! Our clan is within 2 miles of Konoha, and we might be next, sir!" the same elderly man as before exclaimed, his long beard shaking wildly during this crazed state.
This had answered almost all of the questions Nao had, and in response he could say but one thing:
"Fuck!"
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Zabuton - pillow seat thing
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