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"Goddammit, now they're definitely going to scold me now."
The black-haired boy sighed, running a hand through his short, messy hair. He lowered his face toward the floor of the gondola and took a deep breath before letting his arms drop to his sides. "Why does this always happen to me?" he muttered, rubbing his fingers together in a nervous tick, his eyes narrowing.
"I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for that... tch." He clicked his tongue and lifted his head in bitter resignation. As much as he wanted to blame someone else, he had to accept that he'd gotten himself into this mess. "Whatever. If I get there fast enough, I’ll be fine." If memory served him right, he'd only been away for around half an hour—not too bad compared to other disasters.
"Next time, I should just try getting rid of him by throwing him in a p—Oh wait. I did try that," he muttered. "Multiple times."
As he continued to reflect on how much of a danger he apparently was to his own well-being, the small gondola he was riding kept ascending toward its destination.
It was his first time riding an aerial tramway. He thought it was nice. He’d ridden far more impressive things before, sure, but still—how had this small, archaic-looking village managed to build something like this? The human mind was truly impressive sometimes.
"Wait... is that offensive to think?" he wondered, suddenly struck with guilt, as if he just asked the single most prejudiced question in history. "I mean, it’s not like I’m saying they couldn’t do it. It’s just that a small group of villagers pulling this off is pretty surprising, right? Nothing wrong with that... right?" He let out a nervous chuckle, scratching his head.
...
"I need to shut up," he muttered to himself, trying to focus on why he was here in the first place: to find that shrine and hopefully get some help escaping this weird place.
It was, after all, the one piece of advice someone had actually bothered to give him—thanks to his absolutely not-triumphant arrival into the human village. Which, for the record, had involved falling out of a swirling abyss in the sky and crashing right into the village square. In front of everyone.
Naturally, the villagers had avoided him like he was carrying the bubonic plague.
He vaguely remembered hearing some whispers about a "youkai" or something... which was honestly kind of rude. Sure, maybe he could’ve hit someone on the way down. And ok, yes, maybe almost flattening someone was a good reason to be wary. But—just because he dropped in from a random portal in the sky didn’t mean they had to treat him like some kind of monster!
What if someone thought he needed to be exterminated for going around ruining peoples day?
It was mean.
Which is exactly why he was taking this whole journey on foot (and now, via aerial tramway) instead of teleporting again in fear of getting caught coming from a portal again. He didn't need another round of whispers, slurs, and terrified looks.
If it hadn’t been for that blessed wreck of a drunk man—who had been too out of it to notice the situation around him—he’d probably still be wandering around the village like an idiot. The man had slurred something about a shrine with a "magical green-haired bimbo who lives on top of a mountain." Or at least, that’s what the boy thought he said.
Either way, it was a lead. And right now, that was good enough.
On the other hand, he started wondering if following the directions of a drunk old man in the middle of the street was a good idea, but it was already too late to go back. He had finally arrived at the top of the mountain, just now realizing that he’d wasted all of his time thinking and pitying himself instead of appreciating the view from the mountain… idiot.
Taking a small breath and stepping out of the cable car, the boy glanced around his surroundings in search of the shrine. He quickly spotted it a few meters away from the tramway station at the mountain’s peak and began to approach. It looked… nice, or at least from what he could see.
As far as he could tell, it wasn’t anything too impressive—a fairly simple, modest shrine. But he was used to thousand-meter-tall temples and floating sanctuaries from where he came from, so he really didn’t mean that in a rude way. Still, he’d need to keep that opinion to himself. Saying something like that out loud to someone you’re asking for help from probably wasn’t the best idea if you didn’t want to come off as a jackass.
“Who knows if their God can hear me talking bad about their place,” he thought. After all, plenty of mortal (and not-so-mortal) blood had been spilled for far less when it came to divine things.
As he got closer, he noticed that the shrine appeared to be empty—at least from what he could see. “Why would anyone install a shrine on top of a mountain? It doesn't seem like a very practical location for a place of worship,” he wondered aloud. Surely, there could’ve been a more accessible place to put it. Like, you know… anywhere else.
“Maybe it was to be closer to its God?”
...
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
After a few more moments of walking and climbing a set of stairs, he finally arrived at the shrine. Despite his earlier thoughts, he had to admit—he liked the aesthetic. Japanese architecture was really something.
...Since when did he start caring about architecture? He was starting to sound like—
Ugh, focus!
“Alright, here it is. Now… I just need to find that shrine maiden the old man mentioned and get some help.”
Yeah. That was all. He just had to talk to a stranger—who happened to be a girl—for some help getting back to his magical dimension. After explaining to her that he was a demi-god who fell out of the sky. Cool. Totally normal. He remembered, again, why he’d been so anxious.
“Goddammit,” he grumbled, holding his head. “You need to start thinking more about the decisions you make, you moron! Who in their right mind follows the directions of a drunk old man? Think, you dumb sack of uselessness!”
And as the young man began scolding himself out loud for his questionable life choices, he failed to notice the presence of a girl standing quietly behind him… broom in hand.
“Hello, may I help you with something?” a soft voice asked.
The black-haired boy snapped out of his frantic rant, whirling around to face the speaker with a startled (and slightly nervous) expression.
“Oh… oh no…” he muttered, taking a small step back as he caught sight of the green-haired girl—clearly the shrine maiden.
“Have you come to pray to the gods of this shrine?” she asked with a kind smile.
Visitors weren’t exactly common, especially not today of all days—the one day she’d chosen to stay at the shrine instead of heading out to preach. Maybe it was a sign the villagers were finally paying attention.
The boy, meanwhile, stood frozen, awkwardly staring at her as she waited patiently. It almost looked like he was afraid to talk to her.
He was.
“YougoddamnpieceofidioticyIthoughtyouwerepastthisalreadyhowthehellareyoustillscaretotalkwithgirls?” He couldn’t stop panicking. He had no idea what to say or do.
The poor thing was fifteen, half-divine, and completely socially stunted. All sympto
No wonder his dad had left him, what type of Daieda would want such a useless half-breed as himself? He was disgrace to everything with divine blood…
As the young Halfo was busy pitting himself and his miserable existence, the wind-priestess would slowly take a step fowards, tilting her head as she was now curious to see why he had decided to just stare weirdly at her without saying a single word.
“Uh, are you… okay?” She would ask, seeing just how hectic he was, starting to think something wrong was going on with him.
"Oh, I, just-I-, Wel-l, I," As the more than likely challenged boy kept tried desperately to find any word to reply to the shrine maiden just to fail and noticing that he didn’t seem to have any other choice, he would do what every desperate man did when everything that could be done had been tried, and they didn’t have any other choice, pray to a higher force you had never met and hope they take pity in your situation.
“Krista-No wait- I mean Visha- No god damn I-Wait no, I meant-Aw, for the love of Go-Oh yeah! God I mean-Jeez, I don't know, Yhwach? Jesus, you are such a moron-Wait, that's it! Jesus! I know this is weird since I normally don’t pray to anybody—besides that one time I prayed you and a few others to let me survive my dad's attempt at aborting me—and also because of what I am, which is kind of weird, but...-Save me from this situation and my faith is yours!" He exclaimed, working with his completely butchered understanding of how deities in earth actually worked.
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“…Do you need something?” the shrine maiden asked again, now mildly irritated at how he’d suddenly just started muttering nonsense and staring at the floor. She didn’t have much else to do today—other than chores—but still, it was rude to leave a lady hanging like this.
Hearing her question, and still not feeling any miraculous boost in his confidence nor seeing a fire chariot breaking out of the sky to take him from that place, the young-boy seethed.
"... Ok, sure, am I not worthy enough to receive a blessing, sure. Is it my blood? I am not able to receive some help because of my filthy, dirty pagan blood? Is that your problem, Jesus? Because I-" As he continued ranting. He failed to notice the shift in his shadow—growing darker, larger, and slowly creeping up his body. His panic had triggered something… unnatural.
The shrine maiden’s eyes widened.
“Oh…”
The boy began to shrink. His body trembled, enveloped by a strange black aura. Alarmed, the girl reacted on instinct.
“Don’t panic—I’ll save you!” she declared with confidence.
Youkai hunting was the part of her job she found most exciting anyway.
Without hesitation, she summoned a burst of divine energy and fired it at the dark shape engulfing him. The light shot forward with a brilliant flash. Sure, it might not fix whatever made him tiny—but hey, that could be sorted out later. It was a purification blast, after all. It wouldn’t harm a normal—
Pichun
The light faded.
And there he was—full size again… but now covered in third-degree burns, eyes closed, face twisted in agony. Slowly, the wounds began to heal as he blinked. Once. Twice. Then took a long, steady breath.
And then:
“WHY IN HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!” he roared, eyes blazing.
“God damn it, that hurt, you b—” He stopped himself just before saying something he’d regret, forcing another breath to calm down.
“…Why?” he demanded, glaring. “Why would
The shrine maiden flinched and bowed deeply, repeatedly.
“I—I’m terribly sorry! I thought you were possessed! Your shadow—your aura—it looked like something was hurting you, I just—I was trying to help!”
"Possessed?" He said confused, rising an eyebrow. It took him some moments before suddenly understanding what she meant, slapping himself in annoyance. He thought he was already over manifesting that by accident. "Great, now I almost called a bitch someone who tried to help me, you fucking jerk."
The young man would stare at the apologetic Miko for a few seconds, as he started to feel sorry (and somewhat uncomfortable) at seeing the girl repeatedly bow spouting apologies at him. "Well, at least she is sorry... Is it even her fault? I probably scared her by manifesting it. And its not like a lot of people would apologize to me after hitting m-Why is it that someone apologizing after randomly hitting me is something of worthy of consideration? Is my life really that bad?". He shook the thought off and decided to accept the apology.
“You... It's fine, just… please don’t do that, never again… please." He would reply, "And in case you keep wondering, no, I am not possessed, I would know if that was the case.” He added, making the Shrine-Maiden sigh in ease, as he accepted her apologies.
“I’m so glad. Don’t worry—I’d never do something like that again. At least, not on purpose,” she said, bowing a few more times before finally stopping. She looked visibly relieved now that the incident had been cleared up as the accident it was.
Still, a question lingered in her mind.
Was he… a youkai?
She couldn’t think of any other explanation. No normal human should have been affected by that kind of divine strike—unless whatever that dark aura was had somehow fused into his body. But even that didn’t quite make sense. She’d never heard of such a thing before.
But what she really wondered about was, why didn't she felt the presence of a Youkai? That, usual, very lightly chilling (for her at least) sensation that Youkais provoked when they stop hiding their presences. It didn't felt like anything at all-
“Well, that was probably a very bad first impression from both of us, so… huh," He scratched his neck, before continuing "Let's introduce ourselves and act like that’s how we started the conversation, 'kay?” He suggested, before presenting himself. “My name is Takato Iarsha, a... pleasure to meet you?”
Sanae hesitated for a second, before replying, she could clarify her suspicions later.
“Sanae Kochiya, Shrine Maiden of the Moriya Temple.” Sanae would politely present herself back as well, following his idea of forgetting everything that just happened in favor of not making this anymore harder and awkward for any of the two of them.
“So, you’re the girl I had been searching for.” Takato would reply, at least he got over the "speaking to a girl" part of his problem now... did that meant he now had to go to Church?
“I suppose I am", Sanae replied. "So, have you come here in need of help?”
“Yeah, you see, I……”
“Yes?”
“Well, I, need help going back to my worl-I mean, home.” Explained the young man, before continuing. “I…well, aren't exactly from this place and I can’t go back to my place, and, well… someone told me you could help with that, so… could you?”.
“I see, so you aren’t from Gensokyo,” Sanae said thoughtfully. She was beginning to form a clearer picture of her unusual guest’s situation. While something about his explanation felt slightly off, she couldn't detect any hostility in his tone or aura—not even after she had hit him without warning. So, for now, she chose to give him the benefit of the doubt.
‘Gensokyo?’
That name sounds… lame, Takato thought, completely unaware of the meaning or significance behind the word. The limits of divine bilingualism, I guess.
“Yeah, I’m not from this place. I got here by accident,” he replied.
“By accident?” Sanae raised an eyebrow.
“Do you remember how you got here?”
“Yes—and I assure you, it doesn’t matter,” Takato answered quickly, his voice clipped. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it.
“I think it does,” Sanae pressed, her tone firm but not aggressive. “What if the Great Barrier was damaged by the way you entered? Even if nothing visible happened, it might have weakened. That could cause major problems.”
‘Great Barrier?’
Takato blinked, visibly confused. “Listen, whatever that is, I’m sure it’s fine. I’ve accidentally wandered into other sealed zones before, all magically protected, and as far as I know, nothing ever broke.”
“You’ve entered other sealed areas before?” Sanae asked, baffled.
“Yes. Long stories—none of them matter right now,” Takato said, waving the question off. “But I’m guessing this ‘Barrier’ is what’s keeping me stuck here. Normally, I’d just break out the way I came in—smash the seal or zone blocking me—but I haven’t done that because… well, people live here. I'd rather not level a town just to get home.”
Sanae fell silent, quietly processing his words. Whether or not she believed him, he didn’t seem to be lying.
“I see. Well, in that case… would you mind telling me exactly where you’re from?”
Takato hesitated.
Now that was a tricky question. It wasn’t that his origin was a deep secret—though technically, it was from the perspective of humans. But how do you explain a mystical dimension that didn’t exist on any map, to someone who might not even be from your world? Even if she believed him, it would turn into a long, exhausting Q&A session. And Takato hated answering questions. Mostly because he was dumb.
So, he went with the easiest option: a lie.
“I come from the Human World. The one outside this place,” he said.
“Oh! So you’re a Youkai who lives in the outside world?” Sanae exclaimed, her face lighting up as if she’d finally cracked the case.
An audible bonk rang through the air, as if an invisible anvil had landed on Takato’s head.
“What was tha—?” Sanae began, only to be cut off.
“You know what? I get it. You people live in what’s basically feudal Japan—okay, not the most accurate comparison—but seriously, stop calling me that!” Takato snapped, his voice laced with frustration. “Assuming someone’s race just because they have powers? That's kind of messed up. I’m not a Youkai!”
Sanae blinked at his outburst, surprised. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said, bowing slightly.
“But… are you sure about that?” she asked gently. “I don’t mean it as an insult, it’s just… based on how you reacted to my attack, I don’t know what else you could be.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” he said sharply. “If I were born from the leftover anxiety and repressed whatever of some ancient Japanese man’s imagination turned into a folklore monster, I would’ve offed myself ages ago!”
“‘Born from the…’” Sanae repeated, before stifling a laugh. “Okay, that was a hilarious way to describe Youkai. Still, you should be careful. You’re an outsider—if you say stuff like that and the wrong Youkai hears you, you’ll be in deep trouble.”
Takato paused, giving her a puzzled look.
“Wait… Youkai actually exist here?” he asked, completely floored.
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Now it was Sanae’s turn to be confused. “You… didn’t know that? Didn’t you see a single one on your way here? Not even while riding the aerial tram up the mountain? Like a Kappa or a Tengu?” Sanae asked, tilting her head slightly.
“I… don’t think so?” Takato replied, uncertain.
In reality, he had been assaulted by a Kamaitachi on his way up the trail to the tram station after leaving the safety of the human community. The poor, inexperienced thing had been eyeing him as target practice and a potential meal, so he attacked him with all his might. Unfortunately, all he received was being dragged into a sudden black void that extended from his victim's body. Of course, the boy too busy thinking about how much of a weirdo the villagers must have been thinking he was.
He hadn’t even realized it had happened.
“Huh… that’s incredibly lucky,” Sanae muttered, raising an eyebrow but letting it go with a shrug. “But still… if you’re not human, and not a Youkai… then what exactly are you?”
Takato opened his mouth automatically. “What makes you think I’m not hu—”
“You were affected by an attack meant to only target spiritual beings,” she interrupted. “Also, you healed from those burns way too fast.”
“...Right. Good point,” he sighed, rubbing his temple. Dumb question. “I… don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”
Sanae’s curiosity only deepened.
“Try me,” she said confidently. “I’ve seen more weird stuff in one week around here than most people would in a lifetime. I promise, whatever it is, I won’t be surprised.”
“It’s not that I doubt your experiences,” Takato replied, fidgeting slightly. “It’s just… when I tell people what I am, they usually laugh. Or stare like I’m crazy.”
“I swear, whatever you say, I’ll take it seriously.”
Takato let out a long breath, weighing his options, then finally gave in to her persistence.
“…Okay. I’m… sort of a God.”
Sanae blinked.
“Huh?”
“Well, not entirely a God. More like… the result of a very irresponsible divine hookup. My mom was human. My dad was a God who couldn’t keep it in his pants. So, a Demi-God? I guess?” he said with an awkward shrug.
“...¿Huh?” Sanae repeated, now visibly thrown off.
“And before you ask—if you were going to ask—he’s not part of your religion or anything like that.”
Sanae stood still, blinking a few times. Gods weren’t exactly foreign to her. She lived with two. She was a divine being herself. She’d met all sorts of deities in her time resolving incidents. But something about Takato’s explanation didn’t sit right with her.
“If you’re a God—or part-God—why did you…” she began.
“Why did your attack hurt me?” he interrupted, raising a finger. “Well, if you didn't noticed by ‘creeping darkness lurking within me’—” He paused, cringing. “That sounded way edgier than I intended. Point is, I’m not the divine light kind of God. Where I come from, divinity works… differently.”
Sanae’s ears perked up.
“‘Where you come from’? What do you mean by that? Where exactly is that?” she asked. That didn't sound quite right.
“I told you—I’m from the Human World,” Takato replied quickly.
“Right, but which part?”
“Why does that even matt—sigh—fine... the Philippines,” he said, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
Sanae narrowed her eyes slightly.
“I’m… pretty sure nobody there views divinity the way you described it.” ‘At least,’ she thought, ‘not enough for a God to actually exist on that belief alone.’ Most of the Philippines had been predominantly monotheistic for a long time. Thanks, history classes. 'However, if a local God existence were to start fading due to lack of faith and followers, and it started being forgotten, it could find himself in Gensokyo as something forgotten by the world. Which would explain how he ended up in Gensokyo, so maybe he isn't ly-'
“Why would that even matter?” Takato asked defensively, crossing his arms. “It’s not like how humans see gods defines what they actually are.”
“…Forgive me if I’m being too intrusive, but—what’s the name of the religion that worships you?” she asked carefully.
“Oh, that’s no problem at a—uh…” he hesitated for a moment. “Neo… Helio-Paganism?”
Even he sounded unconvinced.
“…You sure about that?” Sanae asked flatly, raising an eyebrow.
“Yup. Pretty sure,” he replied, doubling down with the conviction of a man clearly trying to bluff his way out of trouble.
Sanae crossed her arms, her expression now entirely unimpressed. “I’m very sure that’s not a real religion.”
“And how would you know that?” Takato challenged.
“Because I come from the outside world,” she answered calmly. “Not the Philippines, to be clear, but I lived out there before moving to Gensokyo. And considering I live with two actual gods, I do know how divine mechanics work.”
She leaned forward slightly, staring at the boys unreadable expression. Sanae smiled, just a little—pleased with herself for her detective skills.
“Oh…” muttered Takato, seeing as his lie had been rather quickly discovered, trying desperately to find something to answer with. "Well, you see." He stuttered.
"I, well, am actually from the moo-"
"Wait-No-uhm, I am actually from the future and-"
"You see... I, I... I kind of- I-I lied when I said I came from the human world to not give a weirdly complicated answer, because…well, I, I come from... a magical.... land separated from the earth's dimension and…” The young man would stop explaining mid-way as his voice trailed off mid-explanation. He turned his eyes away in shame, the fight draining from him.
“I… it's ok if you don’t believe me, I shouldn’t have lied in the first place.” Said Takato with a low and timid voice, preparing himself for the snarky comment of mockery after being caught as a filthy liar.
He deserved it after all, who would want to have their time wasted by a filthy, dumb, disgusting, unholy liar such as himse-
“Can you pull out that black-thing from before?”
“...What?” Takato blinked, completely thrown off.
“You know, that thing from earlier. When you were… shrinking? Before I accidentally blasted you,” Sanae clarified, tapping her chin.
“I was—shrinking? Oh, you mean... this?” Takato said, confused, as a ripple of darkness spilled from his back. A familiar column of black energy rose, towering silently over him.
Sanae stepped forward slowly, her gaze fixed on the shape. It didn’t feel solid. More curiously, she couldn’t sense anything—no Youkai aura, no divine presence, nothing that fit into Gensokyo’s usual categories.
Youkai always gave off a kind of pressure when they dropped their disguises, even passively. But this… this thing, despite being so visibly unnatural, was just there—completely devoid of detectable essence.
“It’s dangerous if I…” she began cautiously.
“Touch it? N-No, not unless I want it to be,” Takato interjected quickly.
Before he could finish, she reached out and gently pressed a finger into the pillar of shadow. Her fingertip dipped into the inky void.
It felt… strange. Slightly numbing, but not painful. And certainly not familiar.
“I… uh, what are you doing exactly?” Takato asked, clearly unsure what to make of her sudden curiosity.
“Nothing. Just curious about how a God from another dimension might differ.”
“Oh, alr—wait, you believe me?” Takato asked, voice rising in disbelief. The column vanished with a faint shimmer, returning to his shadow.
“I told you earlier, didn’t I? I’d believe anything you told me,” Sanae replied matter-of-factly. “Besides, I am familiar with other dimensions. If anything, your story makes more sense now. You don’t feel like a Youkai, and you clearly aren’t any kind of spirit or monster I’ve met. Plus, I could tell you gave up halfway through your fake story.”
She gave him a small smile. “If anything, I’m just curious now. About you—and your world. Would you mind telling me more? Assuming you’re not in a hurry to get back.”
“You… want to know?” Takato blinked, stunned. “But… why?”
“As I said, I’m curious. It’s not every day I get to talk with someone from another world,” she said with a casual shrug. “And let’s be honest—no one’s visited the shrine all day. I’m bored. Talking to another descendant of a deity could be pretty enlightening.”
This time, it was Sanae’s turn to surprise him.
“Fello—wait, you’re the daughter of a god too?” he asked, snapping his fingers in realization. “That explains that feeling of divinity I got from your attack earlier!”
“A goddess, to be exact,” Sanae clarified. "Not that I don't see her as my mother, but that's besides the point." She added in her mind. "I can tell you more, if you’re interested.”
Takato paused, then eagerly nodded.
“S-Sure! I’ve always wanted to talk to another Half-Bre—” He stopped himself mid-word, wincing. “I-I didn’t mean that as an insult.”
Sanae chuckled softly and shook her head. “Don’t worry. I understand. There’s a lot I’d like to ask you too.”
Then, she tilted her head slightly. “Are you sure you’ve got time? I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble back home.”
Takato thought for a second… then nodded.
“Yeah. It’s my free day anyway.”
“Great!” she said, stepping aside with a small, welcoming gesture. “Then come on in.”
“-And lastly, there are the Kappas.”
“Oh, the child drowners? What’s their deal on this place?” Wondered the half-god, half-human, as the sun was starting to set.
“They are fairly pacific, and they live on the mountain alongside the Tengus. They are surprisingly good mechanics too.” Answered Sanae.
“Really? What’s something they had built then?” Asked curiously Takato, to which Sanae would respond by pointing to the aerial tramway a few meters away from the shrine.
“Ah… I see” He responded monotonically, in the inside, he felt as if an imaginary weight had been lifted from his shoulders, before the Shrine-Maiden speaked up again. "Well, that makes thing easier" He muttered.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!" He said, "Its a wonderful achievement of engineering!"
"Uh... sure thing." She replied, a little lost as to why he seemed to ardent about the tramway all of sudden, taking a little sip from her tea, before speaking again. “Anyways, that’s enough of Gensokyo, you said that you often visited the Outside world, right?” Commented the shrine maiden.
“Uh, yeah, I did.” Replied the Demi-God.
“Then, you must be up to date with… uhmm...”
"Yes?"
"Videogames and... stuff?" She said.
“No, what type of weird nerd do you think I am?” Responded Takato.
“Oh… I see.” Sanae replied coyly, looking away in embarrasment for a second, before Takato would break into wheezing.
“I-I am Sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, I wasn’t serious! I promised.” He would state, trying to reassure the girl.
“Oh, I understand, haha...” Sanae laughed, a bit eased.
Mean.
“Anyways, to answer your question, yeah. I usually watch TV shows or Movies, or-... crap, it does sound like I am a weird nerd when I say it aloud.” Muttered Takato, just realizing how much of a filthy lifeless chump he was, before deciding to ignore it for the sake of the conversation.
“Anyways, what do you want to know?” He asked.
“Oh, well, are you familiar with…Poke-”
“Pokemon? Uh…yeah, it's my favorite video game franchise, as long as you’re talking about the five first generations.” Takado would say, interrumpting Sanae, who didn't seem to care.
“That’s great! God, it feels so good to have another person to talk this type of thing with, everyone looks at me strangely every time I start talking about stuff of the Outside World, I usually can only speak of this type of thing with another girl who comes sometim-Wait…"
Her smile faltered.
“You mean… there are more than five generations already?”