The Multiverse of Manipulation (MoM)

The Collision Of Brilliance

A day went by, with the echoes of their island task still lingering in their minds, Ayanakouji approached me while I was diligently reorganizing the bookshelf. He presented a request, "Mr. Butler, can we have a meeting?"

I paused for a moment, considering his inquiry. "Master, a meeting for what purpose?" I inquired.

Ayanakouji, his expression serious, responded, "A meeting to discuss the events that happened when our group divided, and we encountered two enigmatic figures."

"Ah, you mean Johan and Friend," I acknowledged. "If you wish to discuss those encounters, I suggest you use the garden table. It's a pleasant spot for a thoughtful conversation."

With a nod of approval, Ayanakouji ventured further, "So, Johan... that is his name." "He paused momentarily, gathering his thoughts before proceeding, "I have a question regarding him.'

"Feel free to ask, Master," I encouraged.

Ayanakouji's voice held a trace of curiosity as he continued, "Ayanakouji continued, "I possess sharp hearing and a keen sense of smell, yet I couldn't detect any genuine sounds or scents from his body. Only his physical presence and voice were perceptible. Why is that?"

Regretfully, I had no answer to offer. "I apologize for my limited knowledge on this matter, Master. Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

Ayanakouji, unsatisfied with my response, took his leave without further words. He made his way back to their room and found Light engrossed in using his laptop. Ayanakouji, maintaining his characteristic composure, began, Light," in his usual monotone voice, "Can we talk about Johan and Friend at the garden table?"

Light, the natural leader of the group, looked up from his task and considered Ayanakouji's request. After a brief pause for contemplation, he responded with a nod. His eyes conveyed a reflective demeanour as he closed his laptop and replied."Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Knowing more about how the other team's meeting went could provide us with valuable insights."

Yuuichi, who had been engrossed in his phone, eagerly set it aside. His face lit up with excitement as he chimed in, "That sounds like fun, meeting in the garden!"

However, Light, always practical, gave Yuuichi a gentle reminder. "Yuuichi, we weren't brought here for leisure. Let's take this discussion seriously."

Yuuichi, ever the playful one, grinned and agreed, "Okay, leader."

Taking charge of the situation, Light addressed the group. "Alright, everyone. We're going to have a small talk at the garden table."

Kisaki, who had overheard their conversation, still laying on his bed, expressed his disinterest. "I'm out. I'm still tired from the volleyball event."

Light, unconcerned of Kisaki's lack of interest, simply nodded and continued forward. Ayanakouji and Yuuichi followed him as they made their way to the garden.

Their footsteps statrted echoing towards the beautiful garden of the mansion.

Wait wait wait..., Please allow me to explain the garden's beauty so you can picture it.

The garden was a magnificent sight to behold. It sprawled out with vibrant colours and lush greenery, like a canvas painted by a skilled artist. A cobblestone path wound its way through the garden, bordered by a stunning array of flowers that seemed to burst with every shade imaginable - deep purples, fiery reds, and delicate pastels. Tall, majestic trees provided shade from the warm sun, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze.

In the heart of the garden stood an ornate wooden table, where the group intended to hold their discussion. It was surrounded by intricately designed wrought iron chairs, each one decorated with comfy cushions for added comfort. The table itself bore the scars of age, its wood polished to a rich, warm glow.