Rimuru go to Japan for fun

Chapter 3: Lost in Translation

As the wailing sirens grew closer, Rimuru stood casually, holding the would-be kidnapper in place like it was the easiest thing in the world. Soon enough, the police arrived, taking over the situation, slapping cuffs on the guy and making sure the kid was safe.

One of the officers, a gruff-looking guy with a skeptical expression, walked over to Rimuru. His eyes scanned Rimuru's appearance azure hair, golden eyes, effortlessly cool aura. "Excuse me, sir," the officer began, clearly unsure what to make of him. "You're not from around here, are you? You've got a... bit of a British look to you."

Rimuru raised an eyebrow. British? He was so far beyond this world's concepts of nationality, but whatever. He smiled politely. "Well, you're right. I'm not from this world. I come from a different realm."

The officer blinked. "Different realm? So, you some kind of performer or something?"

Rimuru sighed inwardly. Of course, that's where this conversation was going. "No, not a performer," he replied, still trying to keep it cool. "I am Rimuru Tempest, a demon lord."

The officer's eyes widened slightly before narrowing in confusion. He glanced at his partner as if to silently ask, Is this guy for real? Then he turned back to Rimuru. "A demon lord? Uh-huh. We get plenty of cosplayers and, uh, 'chunnibyou' folks around here. You sure you're not just playing a role?"

Rimuru exhaled a long, dramatic sigh. 'Why does no one ever take me seriously?' "I promise, I'm not playing a role," he said, though now his voice had a tinge of whininess creeping in. "I'm actually a demon lord with knowledge of other realms, advanced technology, and powers beyond anything your world could comprehend."

The officer looked back at his colleague, who was stifling a laugh at this point. "Advanced technology, huh?" He shook his head. "Look, man, we appreciate the creativity, but we've got a busy day. We've seen our share of chunnibyou types who think they're from another dimension."

Rimuru felt his eye twitch. Are you serious? He wasn't just some guy playing dress-up! He was Rimuru freakin' Tempest! The great Demon Lord! Yet here he was, standing in an alley, practically begging to be taken seriously by a cop who thought he was just another weirdo.

"You really don't get it, do you?" Rimuru grumbled, throwing his hands up. "I mean, I could prove it reshape reality, summon storms, whatever you need. But noooo, you just want to treat me like some random guy in cosplay."

The officer shrugged apologetically, clearly done with the conversation. "Sorry, buddy. We've got real work to do." He tipped his cap before turning away. "You have a good day now."

As the officers walked off, Rimuru stood there, hands on his hips, pouting. Seriously? It didn't matter what realm he was in, no one ever believed him right off the bat. Was it the hair? Was it because he was too "cute" to look like a powerful demon lord? Maybe he should've gone for a more intimidating look after reincarnating... not that he had much say in the matter.

With a huff, Rimuru shook his head. "Humans, I swear. They wouldn't know a demon lord if one drop-kicked them in the face." He glanced down at the rescued kid, who was still watching him with wide, awestruck eyes.

Well, at least someone appreciated him. Smiling again, Rimuru gave the kid a wink before heading back into the busy streets of Tokyo. Not the best start to my visit, but hey, I'm sure things will turn around.