It all started when a young 10-year-old, (Y/N) Oosuki, was a little brother to Masato Oosuki. Their mother, Mamako Oosuki, the three family members had been living together now for years.
One day, a video game online MMORPG arrived that Masato had...
After convincing Wise to join the Oosuki party, they were all accepting a quest by fighting enemies to get money and they arrived at a big hole.
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(Y/N): Whoa, what a big hole...
Mamako: Ma-kun, are we really going inside?
Masato: Yup. We defeat monsters in the dungeon to make money.
Wise: That's adventuring 101, isn't it?
Porta: Yes! The gems in monsters' bodies can be used as fuel, crafting materials, or other things, too! So the exchange will always buy them!
(Y/N): So the gems are the currency of this world?
Kokkoro: That's right, my lord.
(Y/N): Okay then.
Mamako: Alright, and since I'm almost out of face lotion, I'll have to do my best!
Mamako says as she steps onto a rock at the edge of the hole. Time slows down as Mamako falls onto the hole, Masato and Wise try to catch her, but only to grab her breasts as they all fall down along with Porta who was holding onto Masato.
(Y/N): Mom! Big bro! Are you guys okay?!
You asked in shock as you and Kokkoro waited for a response, but not a single word can be heard.
Kokkoro: My lord, we must go down there!
(Y/N): I know. (I'll have to use Weather Report and use the wind so Kokkoro and I will slowly make our way down like an elevator.)
You thought to yourself as you were about dive down into the dark hole, but Kokkoro spoke up.
Kokkoro: Wait, my lord.
(Y/N): Huh? What is it?
Kokkoro: Hold on a moment. Wind Spirits!
Kokkoro casts her spell as she summoned out a bunch of green orb fairies around her in thin air.
(Y/N): Whoa...
Kokkoro: My lord, take this.
Kokkoro then hands you a small pink handkerchief as you take it and looked at the handkerchief with a confused face while Kokkoro pulled out a large pink fabric from her bag.
Kokkoro: My lord, these Wind Spirits will hold onto that handkerchief and this fabric to ease our fall.
(Y/N): Are you sure?
Kokkoro: Rest assured. You may think that these wind spirits are weak, but they're quite strong to carry our weight.
(Y/N): That's impressive. Oh wait, now's not the time to admire. Come on, let's head down.
Kokkoro: After you, my lord.
You nodded in confirmation as you raised the pink handkerchief in the air, letting the wind spirits start to grab onto the ends of the fabric.
