Once he woke up to his original realm, Shoyo was greeted by the librarian.
And his friend was right.
She was not happy.
Her sarcastic tone of voice made him nervous as he didn't mean to sleep in the library.
"I'm sorry..."
He apologized as he stands up only for a blade and a whistle to fall onto the wooden floor of the library.
He and the librarian flinched because of the sudden noise.
Thankfully only the two of them witnessed the accident as the magic made the other readers not hear a single drop of steel on the ground.
Shoyo sighed in relief except for the librarian to look at him now really mad.
He apologized again as he picked up the items on the floor and just voluntarily kicked himself out.
"Oh, man... Thank goodness she had the patience of an angel... It would have been embarrassing if she started nagging me..."
He sighed as he stared at the blade on his left hand and the whistle on his right.
"And you could have given me a case for the dagger... I don't want to kill someone accidentally..."
Until an idea popped into his mind.
Maybe he can make one!
Walking towards a secluded area near the trees, he puts down the dagger and begins to quiet his mind to create a case for his weapon.
He relaxed his whole body and started to meditate.
To regain his memories back and to create things, he has always done before.
Until a light shone in his palm.
"I need a sheath for my dagger..."
He muttered and there it was.
In his hands.
The sheath.
A perfect case for his dagger.
It even had that same Sun symbol on the leather.
He smiled brightly as he looked at the masterpiece he had created all by himself.
He did not need any spells.
He just puts his mind to it and voila!
The tangerine squirms in excitement as he takes a look at the case he just made.
"I'm a GOD. And I can create anything, but that also means I can destroy anything... In my creation as well..."
His eyes were saddened by those thoughts.
He won't deny that fact. Because it is true.
The tangerine puts the dagger inside the case he had just made and puts it on his waist.
Good thing he had a belt.
Now staring at the whistle in his hand, calling his friend again would be great as he did not listen to what he was speaking before.
It was about his body is like a princess or something.
Without any hesitation, he blows the whistle and it makes no sound but only air.
"What the - was he joking with me?"
He looks at the whistle confused.
"I do not prank people, especially if they are GOD."
