8 Premonition
The sun rose and ushered in a glorious Sunday. The heat and humidity had finally died down, and everyone's mood had improved.
Most people started adjusting to the fact that they would need to attend classes the next day, so did not stay up drinking all night. As a result, Plato saw the most people he had ever seen at breakfast in the mess hall.
Today's menu was scrambled eggs, bacon and mushrooms, along with the usual baked beans and spaghetti. Since the eggs were scrambled, it was impossible for Plato to use "All-Seer" to isolate the "best" eggs. In the end, he just heaped the eggs on his plate and formed a small hill with it. On top of that, he placed 15 pieces of bacon and three spoon-fulls of baked beans.
As usual, he had three plates of the same thing, and made a sandwich for lunch. He was planning to go and train straight afterwards, but his phone suddenly dinged with a message from Basara.
[Yo, Nao! Since it's the last day before classes and all, why don't the three of us brothers go out and have some fun?]
[We found this sick KTV place in the city. It's the only place that has Japanese songs!]
[Okay, you're going, right? The address is Number XX, XX Street. We've already booked a room for 10am. Be there or be square!]
Plato chuckled as he saw the quick string of messages from his good brother. A total time of three seconds had elapsed between Basara's first message to his last. It was evident that he was putting his superior dexterity to work not on practicing swordsmanship, but on typing. Not only that, Niten Ichi-ryu users had to be naturally ambidextrous, making Basara's mobile typing speed insanely fast.
Seeing that he was already expected to go there before he could even manage to type out a reply, he could only put his training on hold and enjoy this Sunday. He sent back a concise message to show his acceptance.
Since his training for the day had to be put on hold, he decided to change to some more "presentable" clothes. It was clear that Naofumi had a weak fashion sense, since all his clothes were more or less the same. He could even have been classified as a geek, since some of the shirts he owned had characters from certain animes.
His only decent-looking clothes were a plain white T-shirt and a navy chino short. Although the colour scheme looked horrific, it was the best he could put together at the moment. In fact, Plato's fashion sense came from observing the random people he ran past on training, so his sense wasn't exactly the best either. Plato preferred black clothes, since they helped him to hide better in the shadows or in the dark. This sort of thinking was unnecessary when going to an outing in this world, so he had tossed his personal preference to the back of his head.
He started scanning through the songs that Naofumi had listened to while he was walking to the KTV. Bruce Hall was located about 10 minutes away from the city centre, called Civic by students, so Plato still had at least an hour before he had to be there. Most of the songs that Naofumi knew were random pop songs that he had listened to on a whim – either that, or it was anime openings and endings.
Out of those songs, the only two that he felt was decent enough was "Ky*uran Hey Kids!!" by THE ORAL CIGARETTES. It was the opening to the second season of an anime called N*ragami. The second was called "Reas*n", by YUZU. This one wasn't an anime opening, but the same band had done an ending for H*H called "Hy*uri Ittai".
Plato sighed in his heart. There were so many things that youths like Naofumi could do in this world, yet he had wasted it on watching stupid animations. If Plato didn't have the mindset of a war veteran in his fifties, he would have longed for the freedom and safety of modern-day teenagers on Earth. Sport, education, music; and a whole plethora of other recreational activities that would have been impossible on his previous world – were readily available here, yet went unused.
Instead, people were looking at screens that, yes, provided information, but also weakened one's senses and physical health. Worse yet, video games were taking up more time in some teenagers' schedules than studying or bettering one's self.
Plato sighed once again, this time out loud, as he stopped thinking about it. The difference in mindsets between people of a war-torn world and a peaceful world were too drastic. Instead of looking for partners that had child-bearing and -rearing capabilities, they looked at how slim or how powdered their faces were.
In short, Plato was complaining that this world had too much free time. They had experienced peace for way too long, and there were no wars that threatened the survival of the entire human race.
It was, in fact, an extremely unrealistic complaint since Earth was a lower-ranking realm, but Plato was caught in his own bubble. He was unaccustomed to the way things operated on Earth, so he felt a sense of… detachment. This was both a good and a bad thing. On one hand, he could ignore most worldly affairs and focus on his own goals; while on the other, it meant that he would never truly fit in with these people.
As for whether that would change, only time would tell.
Plato looked down at the time displayed on his phone as he was consumed by his thoughts.
'9:14', the thought. 'I still have some time. Might as well take a look at the city while I clear my thoughts.'
He strolled the streets of the hexagonal-shaped city centre, taking in the people, the shops, and the cars that were ever-present. As he was walking, he noticed a person who walked with a rather curious gait. A normal person would think that they were just a little bit weird or had some disability. There was nothing else that was strange about the man either. However, with Plato's expert eyes and "All-Seer", he could tell that there was something else going on.
The two soon passed by each other. Despite his curiosity, Plato did not turn around and follow the man, nor did he even look in his general direction. Although he had gotten stronger recently, Plato did not feel like he had enough strength to take on a group of people. Not only that, he didn't have any significant backing. If he got into trouble, no-one would come to save him. Probably. Basara and Iwatani might come, but they wouldn't have the backing of their families either.
In any case, a quick scan of the man's history was enough for Plato to know that he was bad news. That bad news did not relate to him in any way whatsoever though, so he just left it be. Self-preservation was of the utmost priority to Plato. It had been ingrained into him for over 12 years after all.
Plato did a couple more laps of the hexagon to lessen any possible suspicion against him, before finally moving towards the KTV.
His actions may have been interpreted by some as paranoia; but those people would feel a big, fat hand slap their faces red very soon…
Most people started adjusting to the fact that they would need to attend classes the next day, so did not stay up drinking all night. As a result, Plato saw the most people he had ever seen at breakfast in the mess hall.
Today's menu was scrambled eggs, bacon and mushrooms, along with the usual baked beans and spaghetti. Since the eggs were scrambled, it was impossible for Plato to use "All-Seer" to isolate the "best" eggs. In the end, he just heaped the eggs on his plate and formed a small hill with it. On top of that, he placed 15 pieces of bacon and three spoon-fulls of baked beans.
As usual, he had three plates of the same thing, and made a sandwich for lunch. He was planning to go and train straight afterwards, but his phone suddenly dinged with a message from Basara.
[Yo, Nao! Since it's the last day before classes and all, why don't the three of us brothers go out and have some fun?]
[We found this sick KTV place in the city. It's the only place that has Japanese songs!]
[Okay, you're going, right? The address is Number XX, XX Street. We've already booked a room for 10am. Be there or be square!]
Plato chuckled as he saw the quick string of messages from his good brother. A total time of three seconds had elapsed between Basara's first message to his last. It was evident that he was putting his superior dexterity to work not on practicing swordsmanship, but on typing. Not only that, Niten Ichi-ryu users had to be naturally ambidextrous, making Basara's mobile typing speed insanely fast.
Seeing that he was already expected to go there before he could even manage to type out a reply, he could only put his training on hold and enjoy this Sunday. He sent back a concise message to show his acceptance.
Since his training for the day had to be put on hold, he decided to change to some more "presentable" clothes. It was clear that Naofumi had a weak fashion sense, since all his clothes were more or less the same. He could even have been classified as a geek, since some of the shirts he owned had characters from certain animes.
His only decent-looking clothes were a plain white T-shirt and a navy chino short. Although the colour scheme looked horrific, it was the best he could put together at the moment. In fact, Plato's fashion sense came from observing the random people he ran past on training, so his sense wasn't exactly the best either. Plato preferred black clothes, since they helped him to hide better in the shadows or in the dark. This sort of thinking was unnecessary when going to an outing in this world, so he had tossed his personal preference to the back of his head.
He started scanning through the songs that Naofumi had listened to while he was walking to the KTV. Bruce Hall was located about 10 minutes away from the city centre, called Civic by students, so Plato still had at least an hour before he had to be there. Most of the songs that Naofumi knew were random pop songs that he had listened to on a whim – either that, or it was anime openings and endings.
Out of those songs, the only two that he felt was decent enough was "Ky*uran Hey Kids!!" by THE ORAL CIGARETTES. It was the opening to the second season of an anime called N*ragami. The second was called "Reas*n", by YUZU. This one wasn't an anime opening, but the same band had done an ending for H*H called "Hy*uri Ittai".
Plato sighed in his heart. There were so many things that youths like Naofumi could do in this world, yet he had wasted it on watching stupid animations. If Plato didn't have the mindset of a war veteran in his fifties, he would have longed for the freedom and safety of modern-day teenagers on Earth. Sport, education, music; and a whole plethora of other recreational activities that would have been impossible on his previous world – were readily available here, yet went unused.
Instead, people were looking at screens that, yes, provided information, but also weakened one's senses and physical health. Worse yet, video games were taking up more time in some teenagers' schedules than studying or bettering one's self.
Plato sighed once again, this time out loud, as he stopped thinking about it. The difference in mindsets between people of a war-torn world and a peaceful world were too drastic. Instead of looking for partners that had child-bearing and -rearing capabilities, they looked at how slim or how powdered their faces were.
In short, Plato was complaining that this world had too much free time. They had experienced peace for way too long, and there were no wars that threatened the survival of the entire human race.
It was, in fact, an extremely unrealistic complaint since Earth was a lower-ranking realm, but Plato was caught in his own bubble. He was unaccustomed to the way things operated on Earth, so he felt a sense of… detachment. This was both a good and a bad thing. On one hand, he could ignore most worldly affairs and focus on his own goals; while on the other, it meant that he would never truly fit in with these people.
As for whether that would change, only time would tell.
Plato looked down at the time displayed on his phone as he was consumed by his thoughts.
'9:14', the thought. 'I still have some time. Might as well take a look at the city while I clear my thoughts.'
He strolled the streets of the hexagonal-shaped city centre, taking in the people, the shops, and the cars that were ever-present. As he was walking, he noticed a person who walked with a rather curious gait. A normal person would think that they were just a little bit weird or had some disability. There was nothing else that was strange about the man either. However, with Plato's expert eyes and "All-Seer", he could tell that there was something else going on.
The two soon passed by each other. Despite his curiosity, Plato did not turn around and follow the man, nor did he even look in his general direction. Although he had gotten stronger recently, Plato did not feel like he had enough strength to take on a group of people. Not only that, he didn't have any significant backing. If he got into trouble, no-one would come to save him. Probably. Basara and Iwatani might come, but they wouldn't have the backing of their families either.
In any case, a quick scan of the man's history was enough for Plato to know that he was bad news. That bad news did not relate to him in any way whatsoever though, so he just left it be. Self-preservation was of the utmost priority to Plato. It had been ingrained into him for over 12 years after all.
Plato did a couple more laps of the hexagon to lessen any possible suspicion against him, before finally moving towards the KTV.
His actions may have been interpreted by some as paranoia; but those people would feel a big, fat hand slap their faces red very soon…
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