Archive Of Potentialities.

Short story: A Salaryman's Supernatural Induction 2.

Acceptance. Quite a difficult concept to acknowledge.

Humans, in various parts of their lives will have to face it eventually. The necessity of this concept does not make it any easier to 'accept' however. We deny and deny, refusing to take reality as is.

We search for alternatives, hide away in our minds, we try various things.

All in the fear of acceptance.

The idea of acceptance, ironically is the hardest to accept.

What is the relevance of all this?

"You guys surely don't mean me, I haven't done anything wrong!"

Hypocrisy at its finest.

I was the only foreign person in the room, and the prisoner being referred to was clearly me. Yet what did I do?

I didn't accept of course.

Neat.

"Silence! You are in the presence of our clan leader, please exercise decorum."

Sakurai…

To think I entertained thoughts of getting along with this lady, how delusional. She was the devil, she lured me in and threw me under the bus.

Jokes aside, I could pretty much guess why I've been designated as a prisoner. These people lived in a different world, metaphorically. They lived in a world where the impossible, at least they consider it so, is possible, a world that they refuse to share with the uncultured masses.

And here I was, a person whose affiliations they were unaware of. I am pretty suspicious to be honest.

"This is unfair though, how do you expect me to keep quiet when I'm a second away from rotting in some voodoo prison?"

This was an honest question for Sakurai, I was genuinely curious to what answer she would give.

"You claim to be nobody, but you can see what we can do. On top of that, the amount of od you possess is absurd. Surely you do not need me to spell out how suspicious your existence is." "Urk…"

I know okay?

Could be nicer.

Anyway, it looks like sage is done with its calculations.

I'm definitely not rimuru, I might be more mellow and gentle, it didn't mean I was going to take shit from these wannabe octagram members.

Since I had activated the extra skills, I had analysed the limit of what I could about this world's laws.

Then I recalled, this world, however normal it was, possessed spirits.

Not really special spirits, but spirits nonetheless.

Lesser spirits.

These spirits weren't as populous as they were in the cardinal world, but they existed. This world couldn't thrive properly without their existence after all.

Man, you gotta love lesser spirits. The water kind especially.

They were verry useful.

My memories of rimuru's life weren't exactly detailed, I couldn't pull details out of them. Only general information.

Though there is an exception to this. Memories that had a huge emotional impact on rimuru were somehow clear to me.

They were so detailed that I sometimes confused them as mine.

One of such memories was the Falmuth incident.

Specifically, the attack that was essentially the events highlight.