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-Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human

Jin was far too high-ranking to be doing shakedown work like this and he was annoyed about it. The Sakai family had sent goon after goon this guy’s way and nothing. Finally, his uncle decided that this was a matter for the patriarch of Clan Sakai to handle this himself. So, here he was, standing in the lobby of a building owned by Nobunaga Oda, fuming.

✓ - waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared

Why not both?

The land was peaceful, Nobunaga could focus on the grass rustling and the wind blowing overhead...

The smell of the ocean and the rustle of leaves...

This was the world Nobu worked so hard for.

Or... wait--

His eyes opened suddenly (far rounder and cuter eyes than he usually had,) and after the haze cleared from his eyes, he was greeted by a scene he certainly didn’t recognise from before he went to sleep.

Sitting up, he took stock of what was around him. Odd trees, bamboo in the distance, a river, and... strange huts with colourful roofs. Looking down at himself, Nobunaga realised he was more colourful and chibi than before. If one were to see him now as he was taking all of this in, they’d almost see the emotion of shock manifest near his head in physical form.

Just where was he!?

With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet, only to fall back down from dizziness. With all the muttering he was doing, and commotion he was making, perhaps the hybrid in the distance would notice a new resident in his town...

  “What’s going on!?” Nobu would shout out, huffing like a stubborn kid.

💙~ He took notice for sure, and while commotion was a normal thing from time to time (villagers could really get on each other’s nerves), this was a new voice. Padding over in curiosity, but responsibility is setting in as this man is...kinda panicking.

“Lord Nobunaga, it is a pleasure to make your acquantance,” Graham spoke the language of Ransei well for a foreigner. Not that it was perfect. There was some hesitance in the way he spoke, and his accent stilted his pronunciation. But, still, Graham was one of the better speakers from Unova. Only the best would be provided to the man who wished to open the country to foreign influence.

“My name is Graham Jones. I will be speaking your will to the Unovan traders who have come to do business with you. Are there any questions you have for me?”

Meanwhile, on Oichi’s end:

Mino? Well... it wasn’t incredibly far from Nagano prefecture. It wasn’t as if he was all the way across the country... But Soma was still a little perturbed to learn that he’d ended up so far from home. Jeez, that witch’s spell must have really had a kick to it. He was lucky he hadn’t manifested in the middle of the ocean, or something.

So lost in thought was he that he hadn’t responsed to the Oda’s question right away. But his eyes focused on him again after a few seconds. He decided to go with the name that some would find less objectionable in this part of the country. “Kurusu Soma.”

@odatodeath​ asked: Nobunaga has sent a letter. It says, after a greeting and before a peculiar red seal, that he is particularly fond of Nandor's "giant, boarish physique." and that he would "like him to come participate in sumo for him."

“I...” A frown. Sumo? sumo? as much as he appreciated the compliments, he really couldn’t see himself participating in this, after all, compared to the other men, he didn’t believe he had the body for such sport. Time to write a letter in return.