...Shirt...?
Butaro never fell asleep in his uniform...!
*WHOO*
"...!"
Suddenly a weird bright greenish-blue light illuminated the room and Butaro could take a look around.
And there was quite a lot to take in!
It turns out that Butaro was laying on a giant altar made of a rough stone that looked like red granite and was covered in weird symbols.
As if that was not enough, the whole room, or rather chamber, would fit just fine in some old-school treasure hunter movie.
There were cobwebs, mold, and mountains of dust everywhere, the broken stone furniture suggesting that this place was abandoned a really long time ago.
The source of the greenish-blue light turned out to actually be lamps hanging from the high ceiling on rusted chains.
"What in the...?"
Butaro gulped down his saliva completely shocked, his jaw was hanging down as he looked around in complete disbelief.
If his dream was actually real, and he was hit by a motorbike, he expected to wake up in the hospital unless...
The other part of the dream, where he heard some bitch complaining about him to the motorbike calling itself cute then... There were elf-like creatures, both purple and gold ones, and the gold ones were being made into sacrifices in some sort of ritual and...! No, it couldn't be β that was just too weird and straight-up scary by the end...
"Where am I...?"
Butaro wondered and sat upright.
His head hurt like hell, his mind was still fuzzy and he felt a bit nauseous from the extremely vivid unsettling dream he just woke up from.
He touched his head to check if there wasn't actually any sort of physical damage, it hurt really really bad after all.
Thankfully no matter where he touched the pain did not increase because of the added pressure so at least a cracked skull wasn't one of his problems at the moment.
He then checked out his body and...
"I'm still in my uniform... torn up uniform..."
He noticed getting really confused, raising his arms and seeing the torn sleeve and missing buttons.
"Could it be? Was I kidnapped on the way to the hospital or something? I had that gory dream with some elf-like people getting butchered... hurgh...! No, better stop thinking about that..."
He thought to himself and covered his mouth with one hand feeling nauseous.
"Wait...! Was I really hit by a motorbike!? Was that a dream too or not!?"
He sat upright and gasped.
"Maybe it's some sort of reality show or a hidden camera prank...?"
Butaro called out loudly enough for an echo to resound in the chamber but there was no answer...
"...no... that's not the case at all..."
He gritted his teeth.
Butaro could feel it in his guts, this wasn't any sort of prank or anything like that...
"...Descendant of the orcs... Could it be...?"
He recalled the voices he has heard when he was half-conscious and he felt a chill deep within his guts.
"No way... Is this for real...?"
Butaro shook his head and instantly regretted doing that because a new spasm of pain pierced his head like a hot nail.
"Oh god, I hope that it is all just a really freaky dream I have because I'm high as a kite on the painkillers while I'm laying on the hospital bed after getting hit by a motorbike...!"
The towering boy prayed.
He stood up from the altar and...
Something glimmered in the greenish-blue light and got his attention.
There was some sort of weapon put on a display on a shelf carved out in one of the walls.
It was a sword, at least, or probably was supposed to be a sword β but its shape was unusual...
It was a wavy blade that looked almost like a flattened spiral.
The weapon had not one but two hilts that were incorporated into the curves of the blade, essentially making it so the length of the entire weapon was also the length of the cutting edge.
The two hilts were consecutively in the middle where the biggest almost crescent moon-like curve was and near the bottom where the smaller hilt looked almost as if the craftsman that created the peculiar item wanted to make that part resemble the guard on the rapier.
Whether it was an actual functional solution or just a bizarre artistic choice β it certainly gave the weapon a menacing look in the eyes of someone who had no idea about real swords.
"That's a demonic sword if I have ever seen one β just what is this place?"
Butaro whistled in awe before looking around with a worried expression.
There were some murals on most of the walls but they were too old and ineligible to make out exactly what they were meant to portray.
As for an actual exit route... there was some sort of door, or at least something that looked like it was supposed to be a door and coincidentally the blade glistening in the greenish-blue light of the lamps was along the way.
"Well... if this is a different world I was summoned to..."
Butaro muttered to himself slightly ashamed over what he was about to try while simultaneously reaching his hand and concentrating on the blade.
"Come to me!"
He demanded.
And the blade...!
Didn't even budge.
"..."
Butaro blushed embarrassed that he even attempted to do something so silly.
But even so, he searched the chamber for a bit longer - he checked if there are any traces or clues that would prove that it was all just a big cop-out but aside from the broken down stone statue, ruined furniture, and cobwebs covering the faded murals, there was absolutely nothing of such.
Finally, he went towards the door and stopped mid-step.
Butaro gulped down his saliva and looked over his shoulder...
He couldn't just leave the cool-looking weapon behind, could he?
Butaro was a high school boy after all!
Of course, he liked that kind of thing!
It looked so dangerous, demonic, and cool!
At first, he didn't simply grab it by one of the hilts, he reached for it hesitantly and softly touched the edge with his finger.
"Ow!"
He yelped as the blade cut into his skin even under just the slightest pressure.
He quickly put the bleeding finger in his mouth.
The bad feeling in his guts got worse.
The weapon was real, it was sharp, and it wasn't just some blunt plastic prop!