MC pov
after a few months from the fight against ravana in India
in an elementary school Geto sits in the typical protagonist seat thinking about the fight and the subsequently fear he feels in the end of the fight
ian communicates with Geto in his mind
Ian:"what with all the moping did your girlfriend dump you or something
says that cheeky
Geto:"haha very funny did all of your entertainment goes on watching children should I call the fbi sarcasticly
Ian:"your the who choose to reincarnate as a child now deal with it
Geto:"what do you think I'm being an emo I have standards you know
Ian:"fine what gets you so riled up anyway
Geto:"in that fight in India the one we have with ravana did you feel something
Ian:"feel what you gonna give some context here or I might give an answer you don't want to hear says that with a sarcastic and cheeky tone
Geto:"roll his eyes at Ian and says like there was someone or something watching
Ian:"No not really why did you Sense something
before Geto reply the teacher says goodbye as the school rings the bell
Teacher:"Don't forgot to do your homework everyone
as the teacher talks in the background as Geto was packing his bag he replies to Ian
Geto:"yeah I feel like someone is watching
Ian:"could be kenjaku?
Geto:"maybe but I don't think he will make a move now nor he knew of my existence yet since I haven't do anything note worthy
Ian:"then who you think it is
Geto:"I don't but I should keep my guards and complete my next project soon
*Geto says that as he walks home with a sunset behind and with more determination
Several months had passed since the harrowing clash with Ravana in the heart of India. Amid the everyday hustle and bustle of an elementary school classroom, Geto found himself lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon outside the window. The remnants of that fateful battle still haunted his mind, the adrenaline and fear that had surged through his veins leaving a lasting mark.
In the corner of his consciousness, Ian's voice broke through the silence, a mischievous undertone coloring his words. "What's with all the moping? Did your girlfriend dump you or something?" he quipped, his presence a constant companion in Geto's thoughts.
Geto couldn't help but chuckle at Ian's teasing, his retort dripping with sarcasm. "Haha, very funny. Did all of your entertainment revolve around spying on children? Should I call the FBI?" he shot back, his words laced with playful banter.
"You're the one who chose to reincarnate as a child. Now deal with it," Ian countered, the ghostly laughter in his voice implying an amused smirk.
Geto rolled his eyes at the remark, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Fine, fine. But don't think for a second that I'm being all emo. I still have my standards, you know," he retorted, a glint of humor in his eyes.
As the banter continued, Geto's mind wandered back to that pivotal moment in India. It was then that he felt a curious intrusion, a mental presence unlike any other. It was as if someone or something had been watching the battle unfold, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.
Ian's voice broke the reverie, his tone inquisitive. "Feel what? You gonna give me some context here, or should I give an answer you might not want to hear?" he asked, his words a playful dance.
Geto sighed, his fingers drumming lightly on the desk as he attempted to convey the weight of his emotions. "During that fight in India, the one against Ravana... Did you ever feel like there was someone, or something, watching us?" he asked, his voice laden with a mixture of curiosity and unease.
Ian's response was quick, dismissive even. "No, not really. Why? Did you sense something?" he queried, his nonchalant tone not entirely masking his genuine interest.
Before Geto could reply, the teacher's voice rang out, signaling the end of the school day. "Don't forget to do your homework, everyone!" The familiar words served as a reminder that, despite the otherworldly concerns that occupied his mind, the mundane responsibilities of childhood persisted.
As the sound of the bell reverberated through the classroom, Geto began to pack his belongings, his thoughts drifting back to his ongoing conversation with Ian. "Yeah, I can't shake the feeling that someone's been watching," he admitted, his voice a mixture of contemplation and uncertainty.
Ian's voice returned, laden with speculation. "Could it be Kenjaku?" he mused, the name carrying an air of suspicion.
Geto considered the possibility before shaking his head. "Maybe, but I doubt he'll make a move now. And as far as I know, he doesn't even know I exist, considering I haven't done anything noteworthy," he reasoned, his words hinting at a strategic caution.
A contemplative silence settled between them as the teacher's words continued to filter in from the background. The routine reminders and mundane chatter served as a stark contrast to the weight of the unseen forces that tugged at Geto's thoughts.
As he continued to pack his bag, Geto's voice held a newfound determination. "I don't know who it could be, but I should keep my guard up and focus on completing my next project," he declared, his footsteps carrying him out of the classroom and into the warm embrace of a sunset-painted evening.
With the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows on the path before him, Geto walked home with a renewed sense of purpose. The mysteries that lay ahead, the echoes of the battle, and the watchful eyes that remained unseen—all of these became threads woven into the fabric of his journey, guiding him towards a destiny yet to unfold.
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