revenger

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

Itoshi Rin finds himself padding barefoot along the sandy dunes of a quieter part of Halcyon beach, away from the crowds. His focus is entirely on keeping his soccer ball in the air in front of him, juggling it between the outside of his feet and his knees. Every now and then he punts it a bit of a distance, challenging himself to run to it before it hits the ground. The resistance of the sand beneath his feet has his calves activated, and he ends up using more force than intended as he boots the ball across the sand. The ball inexplicably expands as the wind carries it and Rin's eyes widen in disbelief. It's now rocketing towards someone strolling along the shallow tides in the distance. Welp.

IS THIS GAME LIKE A PART-TIME JOB FOR YOU

Listen

I am gonna CRUSH YOU

your little japnese sightseeing trip

Is gonna turn tRaUmAtIc

1. Where are you from?

Up until secondary school, I was with Kamakura United Junior Youth. If you play football, you should've at least heard of them.

2. Where are you from?

Chazuke. If it's sea bream chazuke, I’ve got no complaints.

3. What's your favourite animal?

...An owl. They've got good eyesight. They're cute, aren't they?

4. What's your favourite subject?

Physical Education and art. English? It's only natural for a footballer, isn't it?

5. What's your weakest subject?

That calligraphy class is utterly pointless, isn't it? If it's just about copying, they might as well use a photocopier.

6. What's your motto?

“The field is a battlefield”. That's what football is to me.

7. What do you do on your days off?

Drenched in horror. Whether it's games or films, I’m into it. ...It used to be just football.

8. What's your favourite film?

I haven’t watched anything but horror in the past few years.

It’s not every day you hear someone messing with your door. So, realistically, he was quite surprised to hear it, let alone it be some KID that managed to somehow open it and waltz right in. He’s quiet for about half a minute, mouth slightly agape as he searches for words to address this intruder? Stranger?

“ —Roommate? “

Supposed he should have expected it at some point. Of the few people he had met, multiple did have them. He just wasn’t expecting that to be the case for him. Let alone some random kid, WITHOUT being told ahead of time by someone.

“ uuhhh— ‘Kay. Can I getcha anything kid?… “

A voice with the awkwardness only a very confused man could have. Not like he could do anything about it though. His place was clean and shareable…!

"I'm good, thanks," he mutters simply as he sets down the hall. When he finds the unoccupied bedroom, he sets his ball down on the bed and pockets his key along with his phone. As he looks around the room and finds his bearings, his attention is suddenly drawn back to the pang of hunger in his stomach. He grumbles a little to himself, then reluctantly heads back over to the common area where his roommate still was.

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. From this, you are stirred, and spurred by your awakening, you step from the long quiet.

You, RIN ITOSHI, find yourself standing before the Temporal Tower, in a garden seemingly tucked away from the seasons of time. Still, people flock here beneath the borealis that lights the sky above, here to greet you. A Guardian approaches.

Hello…. Echo. Well don’t look so confused, everything is exactly as it was made to be in preparation for your arrival. I would know. Yada yada yada, we hope you enjoy your stay… don’t break anything.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: 202, Seaside Province

A Standard Issue Phone. It lights up when it manifests in your hand.

A Small Soccer Ball, that when hit may randomly expand into a giant ball for a few minutes before reverting back to it's small size. The guardian gives you the ball and admires your dedication to precision. He wants to challenge you.

Welcome to the Aevum Isles.