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"Well?" Tensei says blankly.
...
The silence as unremarkable as the black stone cavern was dark yet luxurious. The crystals on the roof pointing down and making the shadows dance as if they were alive, silver engravings in the walls of battles and stories that took place before time existed.
“You clearly understand it enough for me! Ill take the silence as you telling me you’ve learnt your lesson!!” Tensei chirped cheerfully, cutting the silence in two with his lack of ability to ever be serious.
Then Jirsha finally opened their mouth to speak.
"Ay, ay, AY AY!! HOLD UP YOU LI-" Yelled Jirsha, getting cut off before they could finish their words, the world folding up around them, "Hehe, see you next time Jirsha~!!"
That stupid deadly idiotic death god.
Jirsha could practically see that smug smile on Tensei's stupid pale, black haired, idiotic face. He was always acting all high and mighty, wearing those stupid black cloaks with royal lookin' clothes and with enough silver to make a vampire explode if it got within 100 km's of him. Always gloating on how beautiful and deadly he was and would disappear as soon as you bring up anything about being emo.
"That stupid jerk… I have the worst patron god in the world, or whatever he is…" Complained Jirsha loudly, whether or not he was listening, Jirsha stood up, brushing grey flower petals off themself.
Looks like Jirsha spawned in the flower patch this time, black and white flowers stretched on for a while until they disappeared in between the trees. Plucking leaves and petals out of their knight armour they stood up.
Jirsha hated how Tensei always made them have a black and white opposites get up. With Tensei getting to have the cool death god cloaks and such, while Jirsha had to have this stupid little white knight vibes which was pretty plain. Jirsha would complain about the clothes, but last time they did, they didn’t get any buffs from their armour for the first 5 battles...
"Just go get all the Jiniro Crystals and then you can finally pass on!! Its simple, really Jirsha! Haha, don’t make me regret making you my warrior! Don’t fail me mirror~." Tensei's words echoed through Jirsha's head, they didn't even want this job, they just wanted to pass on to the afterlife already, not muck around here.
At least they knew their objective and how to(kinda) do it, the worst thing would be to have to interact with everyone again.
"Oh? You want to know why every time I revive ya no one remembers you or anything you’ve done? Well my silly little refraction, fret not!! The Great Tensei shall help you through your unavoidable inadequacy!!" Tensei had boasted, very full of himself still.
"Just answer my question you demon," Jirsha had demanded, they had gone through all that work just to end up dying and no one remembering them and all their hard work, "Wha- I-I am NOT a DEMON!! Your so mean my darling reflection… sniff…" Tensei whined, pretending to cry, hiding in his cloak shamefully like a coward.
“Oi… Uhm, hello? You, uh, you gonna answer my question?” Jirsha requested, unsure if they just accidentally ruined their chance to learn more about what ever the hell had been going on. “Well, what if I don’t wanna answer your question? Sniff, I have feelings too you know,” whinged Tensei, going on and on about how he has feelings too and acting a bit like a brat in Jirsha’s opinion.
“Uh, I’m… Sorry? Your not a demon… Ten-something…” Admitted unsurely by Jirsha, adding the words ‘At least I don’t think you’re a demon yet’ quietly, hoping he didn’t hear them.
“Really?!” Gasped Tensei, looking up excitedly, a shocked and happy expression on his face, “Yeah, sure, so about my question now?” Jirsha reminded Tensei, this was starting to wear down on them, they could only handle so much insanity at a time.
“Okay, okay!! A wondrous deity like me, the miraculous Tensei, can only call upon so much divine knowledge at a time you impatient mortal! Yeesh have a bit of equanimity my dear hansha…” Complained Tensei, “Get to the point-!” Started Jirsha before getting cut off, “Okay, lets start at the beginning, each time you die I reverse time to a fixated point, I cannot change thing point other wise that’ll cause a distortion and lure out the akuma no fuhai! Or just Fuhai to be simple and so you don’t get confused my silly glass rose!”
“… Okay, whatever, are you done yet?” Jirsha say after a moment, trying to figure out what the hell Tensei was on about this time.
“Of course not!! Great things such as this require elegance, grace, and so much more that only someone such as I can supply my mirror!” Tensei boasted proudly, before going into what was probably 10 minutes of badly hidden gloating and overzealous self affirmations. Jirsha was pretty sure their ears would have fallen off already if they were still alive.
“… Yeah. Sure. Whatever you said. Get to the point please…” Jirsha say as they pinch the bridge of their nose, finding Tenseis hubris nothing short of utterly annoying. But it wasn’t like Jirsha knew anything about this place, how to pass on, or who they even were before coming here.
So Jirsha needed answers some way or another.
“Yes. Yes… As you know, I am the WONDERFUL and MARVELOUS God of reincarnation and the personification of time ending! No. Its not death. Anyways~!! When you die, since your soul in mine, I can rewind you to before you died since I have power over you and time ending, aka your death! So, I send you back to a fixed point to revive you but it also makes everyone else go back to their fixed points! Therefore, everyone forgets you, but your still alive!!” Tensei explained with far too much confidence and boasting for Jirsha’s liking.
“So… Your just save loading?” Jirsha asked bluntly.
“Wha-?! It is FAR more important and amazing and complicated than your ‘save loading’!! How could you say such a thing to me, my refraction… You wound me, truly!!” Tensei whinged with a hand over his heart, before snapping his fingers to send Jirsha back to the living realm, or back to living in the time space prison that Tensei never explained.
With a small sigh of annoyance at remembering Tensei's antics when Jirsha came here, Jirsha brushed themself off, checking in a nearby puddle to make sure there was no more petals in Jirsha’s shoulder length white hair. Their black boots tread the weathered path leading the flower field to the village of Honeysuckle, white clothing ruffling slightly in the gentle breeze in-between the silver armour; Jirsha’s hand on the handle of their sword.
Honeysuckle Village was where Jirsha would meet their first ally on this unasked quest.
Ren Homoruji.