My eyes slowly opened, as I woke up, still tired, not ready for whatever today would bring. I rubbed my eyes, feeling grass brush up against my arm as I moved it.
Wait, grass?! I don’t remember sleeping outside!
I think the panic would be more effective if it doesn't set in instantly.
Ex. "I woke up slowly, still tired. When I lifted my arm to rub my eyes, I felt grass brush against it.
Grass? I hadn't fallen asleep outside . . ."
A few meters away, the ground ended, and beyond, was a constantly changing sky, of greens and purples and blues and whites, all shifting and distorting with each second. I turned around, hoping that something else laid behind me, but the ground ended just as quickly that way, too. In every direction I looked, it ended the same distance away. I was on some sort of circular plateau.
This is very disorienting and surreal!
I walked over to the edge, and looked down, to see if there was some way down. I hurriedly retreated in shock, before standing back up. There was nothing but a completely vertical drop into an abyss, that looked exactly like the strange skies above.
The first sentence reads a bit redundant--to see if there is a way down implies looking down. The actions also seem out of order here. You would see the vertical drop, then reel back in shock.
Ex. "I walked over to the edge to see if there was some way down--a stairway. A rope. Anything. But there was nothing except a completely vertical drop into an abyss identical to the strange skies above. Shocked, I stumbled backward."
There had to be some sort of explanation for all this. Maybe if I close my eyes, then everything will be ok.
The second sentence here switches into present tense. You can either make it past, "Maybe if I close
d my eyes, then everything
would be okay." Or you can indicate it's the narrators thoughts by italicizing. Ex, "
Maybe if I close my eyes, then everything will be okay."
It was some sort of mailbox at the side of the platform, with a pencil, and a piece of paper next to it. I walked over, and read the paper, which had the words, "Please write your name on this paper, then put it in the mailbox."
I like the simplicity to this weirdness.
I quickly backed away from it. What was happening to it?! As the light flashed even brighter in intensity, I flinched, and closed my eyes.
The interjection of 'What was happening to it?!' felt a little unecessary.
I opened my eyes, and saw the top half of the mailbox was gone, a dark, jagged wooden post in its place.
This makes it sound like the post replaced the mailbox, but it sounds like the top vanished and the post is what's left behind?
Ex. "I opened my eyes, and saw the top half of the mailbox was gone, leaving a dark, jagged wooden post."
I hurried over, and peered over the edge to see if anything snapped it, barely catching the still red top half of the mailbox disappearing into the technicolor abyss.
I didn't understand what "to see if anything snapped it" meant here.
I backed away, shivering.
I saw some people have brought up sentences starting with 'I' in reviews. One very easy way to vary up sentence structure with a sentence like this is to switch the word order: "Shivering, I backed away."
a dark, jagged wooden post in its place.
As soon as I stepped back onto the center of the platform, the darkness in the post started to spread to the platform, causing the grass scattered around it to wilt and disappear, revealing a glassy, mirror-like layer underneath.
I was a little confused by the 'darkness in the post.' The earlier description made it sound like the post was made of dark wood. What exactly is the darkness that's spreading? Is darkness bleeding out of it?
As I looked down, I saw something white out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head towards whatever that was, and noticed that there was a white bow on the ground a short distance away.
This is a little wordy for a pretty simple moment! There's a lot you could sheer off here.
Ex. "As I looked down, something white flashed in the corner my eye. I turned my head and saw a white bow on the ground a short distance away."
It was the softest fabric I had ever felt. As I rubbed the bow, taking in just how soft it was, I felt an odd sensation throughout my entire body.
Something about this bow strikes me as creepy.
Abruptly, the bow emitted an intense light, and my eyesight went dark.
I couldn’t see anything. Did I go blind?!
Soon, my vision started to return. Once my vision had fully cleared, the bow had taken on a blue coloration. I dropped it in surprise.
'Vision' would work better than eyesight for that first one. Below, you could sub in a different phrase.
Ex. "Abruptly, the bow emitted an intense light, and my vision went dark.
I couldn’t see anything. Did I go blind?!
Soon, my sight started to return. The bow in my hands had turned from white to blue. I dropped it in surprise."
I moved my hands in front of my face. They were still human hands. What was that all about? What was any of this all about?! I threw the bow back down at the ground.
The interjections of 'What was that all about? What was any of this all about?!' feel a little randomly placed here.
After a few seconds, the shadows dissipated for the most part, revealing a wide variety of Pokemon on the edges of the platform, all seemingly unconscious, and surrounded by a wavering shadowy aura.
Oddly, there didn't seem to be any Water-types.
Huh, that's a very specific thing to notice.
"Rescue one," it read. Rescue from what?! Those shadows? Why only one?! This didn't make any sense! I grabbed the paper, crumpled it, and threw it. "What's going on?!" I yelled, as I looked towards the many-colored sky.
Oof, that's creepy. Why only one indeed? What happens to the rest?
"What...happened?" I heard a voice to the left. I quickly turned in the direction of it, only to find one of the Pokemon, a Chikorita, starting to wake up, the shadowy aura around it dissipating. The crumpled-up paper was next to it.
This felt clever and true to the surreal setting. Even throwing away the paper and refusing the choice turned out to be making the choice. I wonder if questions of fate vs freewill are going to be on the table here.
"Who...are you?" it said. I froze in complete shock. What was happening?! Nothing here made any sense!
Freezing in complete shock communicates the sentiment of 'What was happening?! Nothing here made any sense!' I don't know if you need these exclamations.
Did something happen to it?
I walked over to it, and once I was next to it, I noticed the platform start to shift again.
There's a lot of its here! You could reword like:
"Had something happened?
I started to walk in its direction. Just as I got there, the platform start to shift again."
A massive hand was reaching down for us. Pink and black, coming from a spiral high in the sky.
I grabbed the Chikorita and ran to the edge of the platform, hoping to avoid it, only for it to smash into the platform, completely shattering it.
As the platform broke apart, and we fell into the abyss, I could hear my own screams, as well as many more.
Oh my! The surrealism continues.
The ending line is a little deflated by that last clause. I think it would end more strongly with something like, "As the platform broke apart, and we fell into the abyss, all I could hear were my screams."
I looked over the billboard, full with missing posters, lit by the sunlight that made its way through the clouds above. It’s depressing how small our town has gotten. I recognized Treecko, Sneasel, Morpeko, Orbeetle, Flapple, even Leon. I heard the whole Kecleon clan was looking for him. I haven’t seen Kecky at all since he disappeared. At least my own family isn’t among the missing.
This paragraph is mixing present and past tense. All in past, it would read, "I looked over the billboard, full with missing posters, lit by the sunlight that made its way through the clouds above.
It was depressing how small our town has gotten. I recognized Treecko, Sneasel, Morpeko, Orbeetle, Flapple, even Leon. I heard the whole Kecleon clan was looking for him. I
hadn't seen Kecky at all since he disappeared. At least my own family
wasn't among the missing."
I needed to do something. So many people were going missing, and so few were being found. Many of those that were found were shadowy, and had to be taken out of town to get better.
From this, I get the sense our narrator is pretty young. There's a childishness in "shadowy" and an innocence in "to get better." I'm guessing it may not be so simple.
Aron and Rockruff were both still tired after yesterday, and Helioptile was several towns over.
Plus, if Dad or the police ever learned what I was doing, I’d never hear the end of it.
So, not authorized, but they've done this before.
I walked out of the main square and off the path to a small stone slab behind the house Flapple lived in before he disappeared.
Oof, this was a concrete way to show that many members of the town are missing. It's just a part of life at this point.
I emerged from behind the house and reentered the square. I could see all sorts of lines connecting the Pokemon around the square, some faint, some bold, some green, some orange. The connection orb was already working. I headed towards the Kecleon shop, where Mrs. Meganium and Mr. Torterra were talking to a Wooper I didn’t recognize—who soon left with a cheri berry. The pink line between the two was strong, and a blue line just as strong was behind each, both heading in the direction of the forest. Those must be the lines connecting them and Saltriv.
This was an interesting visualization of a game mechanic.
Deep breaths. In, and out. Let my tail flame grow, then die down. Burn the stress away.
I like this a lot; it has the rhythm and feel of a mantra that's been said many times.
I realized I was in a patch of tall grass. I needed to get out of here before I was attacked by a wild Pokemon.
This feels a little silly and videogame--it's not that all tall grass mysterious contains pokemon is it, but that certain routes do.
The human looked up, then grabbed me and ran, just as something smashed down where we were. Then I woke up here. I think that human saved me! Or maybe it was just a dream,” they said, before pausing.
“What do you last remember?” they echoed back.
It reads weirdly to have these be seperate paragraphs when it's the same speaker. If you want to break them up a bit you could use body language.
Ex. "The human looked up, then grabbed me and ran, just as something smashed down where we were. Then I woke up here. I think that human saved me! Or maybe it was just a dream,” they said, before pausing. Their leaf fluttered in the mild breeze. “What do
you last remember?”
First, there was whatever that place I woke up in where I met Saltriv, and I could somehow understand them, then the entire platform got shattered by that giant hand thing, and now I was here, in—
“Twig Woodland,” Burhalla answered.
—Twig Woodland, apparently, as an Oshawott, and I had no idea why I was like this.
This interruption was fun.
I could faintly notice small droplets in his eyes.
The "could" is a bit of a filter word you can cut out.
“Right. Gen,” I hastily responded. I had to make sure to pay attention to him.
This last line struck me as odd. What's the alternative? Pay attention to him instead of zoning out?
I didn’t really have time to process that before, but now...it’s unlikely that my hometown exists here.
That's a big thing to realize. It doesn't seem to get much of an emotional reaction from our narrator here.
Even if they did believe me if I said that I was a human from another world, what if they started asking me questions about my world? I doubted they’d react well to knowing about how Pokemon like them were usually treated in my world.
👀 Very curious to learn what Gen means by this.
That clearing was too rectangular, and this path too straight, to be natural.
Ah, always fun when people play with the weirdness of mystery dungeons.
There was a staircase at the side of the room, and a shiny red apple on the ground next to it.
Come to think of it, I was feeling a bit hungry, and it did look pretty appetizing. Was it safe to eat, though?
Getting big Alice in Wonderland vibes here--why would a shin red apple just be sitting there? Is it really safe?
I didn't have any fingers anymore, yet I could still grasp it, like my nubs were some sort of suction cup almost. It felt completely different to grabbing stuff with my hands.
This was a nice physical detail.
“Saltriv...you’ve been missing for months.”
“W-what?!”
“School ended a while ago. I haven’t seen you at all since then. Just today, I saw your missing poster on the bulletin board. I thought you had gone shadowy, like Patrat had. I thought I was going to have to fight you once I found you. But you’re ok, and I’m so glad for that.”
Huh, I didn't get the impression of missing for months when Burhalla examined the billboard. If that's the case, I want to know why he decided to try and stage a rescue now rather than at any other time. It's pretty convenient.
“You really don’t remember how to use moves, do you? You can’t just yell the name of the move and have it work!” Saltriv answered between giggles.
Hah! I see you're playing with some of the sillier PMD conventions.
“I'd have told you if they weren't. I'm not my father. I don't lie about things like that.”
There was bitterness in Burhalla’s voice as he said that.
There's clearly a story here.
This was bad. This was very bad. If he found out I was lying about not remembering anything, I'd be alone in this world. I was in too deep now to admit to things, either. He'd never believe me. The only thing I could do was keep up the act and hope he never finds out.
*never found out.
“Is something up, Gen?” Burhalla asked, looking at me now. “Your expression’s a bit pale.”
Kind of wonder how oshawott pale!
As I tried to untangle myself, I saw two Embers head towards the Sewaddle, one after another.
Huh?!
I was pretty sure Chikoritas couldn’t learn Ember, so where did that second one come from? I didn’t see anyone else in the room besides me, Saltriv, Burhalla, and the now-fainted Sewaddle. Was that just a move I had never seen before? Double Ember?
Kind of confused by why this is something that stands out to Gen? What does embers look like? Two little spurts of flame? Is that any weirder than a flamethrower attack? And Gen doesn't seem to have been a trainer, so why would they be so convinced this isn't normal or care at all?
“I just sorta...felt it, I guess,” I lied. I was digging myself deeper, but it was too late at this point for me to be honest.
We get a lot of these 'justifying why lying' moments. I think they'd have more impact if you didn't throw them in every few lines. Here, for example, I don't think we need the accompanying internal narration; we can see why he might go with a lie here.
Not bad. I could already notice my pain disappearing, as it was replaced by reinvigoration.
"as it was" is a bit of a clunky construction. Maybe, "I felt my pain disappearing, replaced by reinvigoration."
I notice (lol) that you use the verb notice a lot. You could vary that up with "saw, felt, etc."
Would I need to hunt for food, or did stores exist here? Would I need to sleep outside, or had Pokemon invented houses in this place?
Even if stuff like stores and houses were a thing here, I didn’t have any of this world’s money. Did it even have any, actually? Were goods here provided on some other merit, like battles won or something?
I did not know in the slightest. And if I didn’t wake up back home in Goldenrod tomorrow, I’d need to know.
All nice practical questions. And I like the background assumption that maybe they'll just wake up tomorrow and it will all have been a dream. They seem in between treating this like it's real and not.
I needed someone to help show me how this world worked, and maybe get me a place to stay, at least until I get back home.
I looked over towards Saltriv and Burhalla. The two were conversing about something, though I wasn’t paying attention about what.
They were the only two I had met since I arrived here. Maybe they could help me.
Hopefully they’d be willing to.
This reads a little jaggedy with these miniparagraphs. I'd tie together the first three, and let the last sentence have some dramatic oomph from standing separate.
Ex. "I needed someone to help show me how this world worked, and maybe get me a place to stay, at least until I get back home. I looked over towards Saltriv and Burhalla. The two were conversing about something, though I couldn't follow exactly what. They were the only two I had met since I arrived here. Maybe they could help me.
Hopefully they’d be willing to."
“Maybe you could start keeping a journal to help you remember things!” Saltriv suggested.
I had no idea how a Chikorita would be able to write, or what writing in this world was like, but it wouldn’t be much help for me. It didn’t work out well when I tried keeping one years back, anyways.
I also wonder how a Chikorita would write.
“Come on! I want to see my family again!” they demanded.
I could understand their worry. I’d been through something like that once, though not to this degree.
I shuddered as the memory came back. Listening to the news about how Kyogre and Groudon were rampaging near Hoenn, frantically packing only the necessities before leaving the house, getting lost in the crowd and separated from my family as everyone in Goldenrod evacuated, calling out for help to no avail...If that brawl had made its way to Johto—
Ah, the Kyogre and Groudon incident. Such a nice ready-made source of trauma for Hoennese protagonists--and Johtonese ones as well! More concrete details would make this memory feel more alive and vivid to me. What did Gen consider "necessities"? It's a great opening to tell us something about who he is by the kind of items he chose to bring. What was special to him? What's the kind of thing he wanted to save?
As we climbed the hill, I started to hear unfamiliar voices, though I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. I slowed my pace a bit. I looked towards the other two, and they didn’t seem to notice them. Was I just hearing things?
Huh, does he have particularly good ears?
In the midst of me trying to figure out what to do, I saw a trio of figures emerge over the hilltop.
"In the midst" is a little wordy here. You could just say, "As I tried to figure out what to do, a trio of figures emerged over the hilltop."
“Berry crackers. I’ve been found out,” I heard him mumble under his breath.
Funny little not-swear!
“Hi, dad,” Burhalla responded after a pause.
* should be "Hi, Dad," because dad is being used as a name here.
I remember learning that Porygon-Zs were unstable. Was that still true in this world?
Porygon-Z huh! That's surprising in a world without humans, since they seem to be a humanmade pokemon.
“I’m not sure if I should believe you. You’re not faking it, trying to pretend to be another amnesiac human sent to save the world?” the Typhlosion interrogated. “There’s been four Pokemon who tried lying about that just this month.”
Huh! I wonder why.
He muttered, “Hopefully dad won’t be too harsh once I’m home.”
Again, dad would be Dad here because it's a standin for a name. If he said "my dad" it wouldn't be capitalized.
I wasn’t left with much time to process it, as the group continued onwards, down the hill, forcing me to follow them, lest I be left behind.
"lest" is a pretty archaic word that's jarring in modern narration.
It didn’t seem nearly as big as Goldenrod, but what it lacked in size, it made up for in wonder.
Aw, that's sweet.
There were so many Pokemon here, and yet I felt so alone.
Oof, that's understandable.
“Looks like you can come with us then, Gen,” the Meganium stated
Stated isn't really a direct substitute for said. It's best saved for official, formal contexts.
I doubted I’d be able to stay much longer, if I was even still here tomorrow, and didn’t wake up back home.
Nice to see he's still holding out for that.
The left side of the room held a bookshelf, every shelf filled with a colorful assortment of books, piquing my interest. What kind of literature did Pokemon have? I’d have to check that out later, assuming it was in a language I could read.
What kind of literature do pokemon have? I want to know too!
Worst case scenario, Saltriv’s family kicks me out, Burhalla is told, and I have no one to help me figure out this world.
This is in present tense!
It wasn’t long before we entered our destination.
You wanted "reached" instead of "entered."
“Get along, you two,” Meganium asked the two of us. “I don’t want a repeat of last time.”
“We will!” Saltriv assured. “He saved my life! Of course we’ll get along!”
Uh oh, what happened last time?
I’m somehow an Oshawott now, just like my reflection on that platform.
This is in present tense.
Burhalla also did two Embers one after the other back in Twig Woodland. I was almost certain moves couldn’t be used that quickly after each other.
I'm really not sure why Gen is so fixated on this.
Why did I even start that lie, anyways? All it’s caused me is trouble, and I can’t come clean now, or I’ll lose Burhalla’s trust, along with likely the trust of everyone else here.
This is in present. In past it would be, "Why did I even start that lie, anyways? All it had caused me was trouble, and I couldn't come clean now, or I’d lose Burhalla’s trust, along with likely the trust of everyone else here."
What was the best thing to do?
Was there even a right answer to that?
Why were there Pokemon pretending to have amnesia, anyways? Why was I an Oshawott? Why was I here at all?!
Gah, why was any of this happening?! Why couldn’t I be back home, where things actually made sense?!
What was happening back home, even? Were my family and friends ok? Did they know where I was? Were they trying to find me right now?
I want to go home. I want to go back to my family. I want to go back to the world I know.
I want to wake up back in my bed, like this all never happened.
My final thought before drifting into sleep was hoping that, somehow, despite all evidence to the contrary, this was all just a bad dream.
All good questions. I think it gets hard to read when you have all these mini paragraphs like this.
I heard the gambler curse as the fourth card he flipped over was revealed to be a Voltorb. All 930 coins he won during this game were forfeit. I began to shuffle the cards for the next person in line, when the gambler smashed their fist against the table, causing the Doduo near him to flinch.
“Gimme another go! This time I’ll hit the level 8 jackpot!” he demanded. They never learn, do they?
“You’re back down to level 2,” I told him, as I doled out the cards, making sure to lay out the right amount of multipliers and Voltorbs. After I wrote down the multiplier and voltorb sums at the side of each row, I announced, “Begin!”
Ah, a casino! I like our narrator's sense of tedium and repetition here.
I pulled the rectangle out of my pocket, and sent a quick “U ok?” message to Gen. That should put me at ease for now.
I should get home soon. The sun was setting.
I walked down the street from the game corner, past a telephone pole adorned with a poster of a familiar visage.
I stopped, doing a double take. Yep, that was Gen alright, or at least a picture of him. And on a missing poster, too.
Well, this sucked.
Nothing I could do anything about, though.
Having three sentences that all follow the same structure of x verbed can give the writing a repetitive feeling.
"I pulled the rectangle out of my pocket, and sent a quick “U ok?” message to Gen in order to set myself at ease. He was probably at [insert activity Gen enjoys enough to talk about at work.] The sun was setting. I should get home.
Walking away from the game corner, I passed a telephone pole blanketed with posters. All the usual stuff, band advertisements, lost pokemon posters, and--
I stopped, doing a double take. That was Gen's face. And on a missing poster, too.
Well, this sucked. Nothing I could do anything about, though."
I immediately nabbed it. It was unbelievably soft, more than anything I’ve felt before. I didn’t want to let go of it.
Okay, my creepy vibe from that ribbon feels fully justified.
I floated through the fog, away from the Top Plaza. The sun was almost set. There’d certainly be no customers back at the old recyclin’ shop at this time. No need to take a gander at it before heading home.
This was the first POV switch where I felt certain it was a new character--the voice here is more distinct, as is the floating.
hungasfgdgdwqrqrqopnzmanzaggleccQSAJKJKJAOPFAFMALFLAPPLEFLNALFKAQOIUQNI
Toucannon can launch plain seeds with enough power to destroy boulders.
I floated through the fog. The distance to the village outskirts was not large.
I really like how stress leads to a malfunction that spits back a random fact and then resets. Feels suitably alien.
WHAT IN THE DISTORTION WORLD WAS THAT?!
The all caps struck me as not really suiting this POV.
The top half almost looked parasitic, like a Poisonous Slowking or a Parasect, as if it was a stem that had grown out of the corpse of an Arctoar.
Very cool description here.
The snow around its top half shifted as I heard an eerily familiar jingle. I couldn’t quite remember what it was, like its memory file had been overwritten long ago, but still had twinges of its former self.
I like this metaphor. I think it could be worded a little more clearly, "The snow around its top half shifted as I heard an eerie jingle. The sound seemed familiar and yet also not, like a memory file that had been overwritten long ago."
What if you had gone shadowy?!
Huh, I thought shadowy was a term that the kids used. "Shadowy" seems a little vague and childish to be the official word for it.
I’d have to do that tomorrow, if I’m allowed to even leave the house by then.
* I’d have to do that tomorrow, if
I was allowed to even leave the house by then.
“Did you at least pack the right equipment?” he asked, tone a bit gentler.
I could probably lie here, and escape punishment. It would be simple, and easy. But I wouldn’t be like him.
“Everything but the escape orb,” I told the truth. The flames on my father’s back instantly flared up.
This was a strong character moment for Bruhalla. From this one interaction I got a big sense of his stubborness and integrity.
Before I could say a rebuttal, though, the flames on his back died down, and extinguished.
You generally "make a rebuttal" rather than say one.
I smiled a bit in response. That was a relief, unless he was lying again.
Oof, this baby charmander is paranoid.
“Why do you trust this Pokemon you didn’t know before yesterday more than your own father?” my father demanded.
“Because he hasn’t lied to me like you do!” I shouted back.
“For your own benefit!”
“Lying to me about my mother isn’t for my benefit!”
“You wouldn’t have been able to handle learning about her death!”
“It would have been better than you keeping me in the dark about it for YEARS!”
Ah, and it comes out. Curious to learn more of what the story is there.
I looked away from my father, seeing the Quilava that was my sister standing in the doorway.
'the quilava that was my sister' is an awkward construction in a first-person POV. Anyone would think of their sister as just "my sister."
I wiped away the tear stains, before closing the journal, and laying it back under the blanket with a vine.
! tear stains! The journal entry was very lowkey and upbeat so the tears suprised me. It's interesting that Sartriv makes a big deal of journal writing but doesn't seem comfortable being honest in that medium.
The small, blue house fashioned after a Squirtle on the outskirts of Pokemon Square was packed, with 8 very special Pokemon.
For numbers under ten especially, it's best to write them out as letters: eight. Something like 8 looks odd in written text.
A Wartortle and a Meganium were the hosts for this particular meeting, as it was on their home turf, and were standing at the back of the house.
This sentence reads oddly. It could be stated as a fact, "A Wartortle and a Meganium were the hosts for this particular meeting" that doesn't need justification. If it's meant to be a deduction, it would read better with the order flipped. "A Wartortle and a Meganium stood at the back of the house, the hosts for the evening."
Sceptile and an Empoleon, the only two there that had saved the world twice over, and part of the few who actually deserved to be here, were standing off to the side, near a pool of water.
"Deserved" is quite the judgmental word!
“...no. Saltriv’s still missing,” the Meganium, Acacia, solemnly responded.
Huh. Is this set before the events of the rest of the story, or is Acacia lying?
In the middle of the crater, was a wooden red mailbox, intact save for its post being jagged and half missing, as if it had been snapped off. Everyone soon crowded around it.
“That looks just like our old mailbox before our base was remodeled,” Acacia pointed out quizzically. “It almost looks like it fell from the sky!”
Oh my, the mystery mailbox returns!
“Gen,” he said, speaking for the first time since the meeting started. “Your name is written here. In Johtonese.”
The Dewott rushed over, and looked at the paper. “Please write your name on this paper, then put it in the mailbox,” he read out loud. “Then my name’s written below that.”
“Like Acacia said, it’s almost as if this mailbox fell from the sky, but it looks to be mostly fine. Gen had fallen from the sky when I first met him, and was fine when he landed.”
The plot thickens. So there was already an oshawott named Gen that isekaid into this world?
Most of us humans arrived on continents in crisis. The only exception is myself, and that was a worldwide crisis.”
Oh, they're all isekaid humans! Hmm.
A chorus of 7 agreements and nods were his response.
*seven
Inside the former’s shadow, I followed them, thinking back over what had happened.
This was juicy. So they ALL were going to the Thunder Continent. It was a great decision to spy on this meeting.
Time to bring the news to Necrozma.
Oh so this wasn't a third-person narrative section.
