A dull ache shot through my skull.
I groaned again and rolled over, attempting to pull my pillow over my head to muffle the constant metal clashing sound.
But instead of my pillow, I came away with a handful of damp leaves.
Frowning, I tried to sit up straight, but that simple act triggered an agonising pain in my ribs.
Moving my body also caused the insides of my head to slosh, making it harder for me to focus or even open my eyes.
After a long struggle, I did manage to open my bleary eyes and used them to scan my surroundings through a bottle-glass blur.
I recognised my surroundings after a little drowsy confusion. I remember now.
I wasn't in my room but on the western mountain range with that bastard of a master– Yato
"Oh, you're awake?" He said, causing a nerve to bulge on my forehead. "Welcome back."
"Welcome back, my ass!" I snapped. "I could've died!"
