Rimuru go to Japan for fun

father's gaze

As Rimuru settled into the plane seat, the cabin's hum and chatter fell into the background. Of course, as a "Demon Lord" traveling among mere mortals, it was only a matter of time before he drew attention. The passengers couldn’t help but notice the unusual figure, his regal aura unmistakable. Rimuru, as always, basked in the attention, ready to spin yet another captivating tale.

A curious passenger, a businessman in a crisp suit, finally worked up the nerve to approach. "Excuse me, sir, I couldn’t help but overhear your stories about ruling a nation in another realm. What brings someone like you to travel... in economy?"

Rimuru’s expression was a blend of mock surprise and amused arrogance. "Economy? Ah, yes, I allowed myself this *humble* experience purely for the sake of observing the ways of mortals. I usually travel in... well, let’s call them ‘planes’ that are a bit more *advanced*. They glide between dimensions without the need for something as pedestrian as wings or fuel. Instead, they harness the very fabric of reality—using time, space, and cosmic energy to travel. Far more convenient, I must say. Plus, the legroom is *divine.*"

The businessman blinked, clearly unsure how to respond. Meanwhile, Rimuru took a sip of his drink, further indulging in his own theatricality. "You see," he continued, his voice loud enough for nearby passengers to hear, "I was once the ruler of an empire that spanned entire realms—mortals, gods, even the occasional space whale would kneel before me. But alas, paperwork ruins everything. Do you know how tedious it is to sign extradimensional treaties with bureaucratic beings from 14 different dimensions? Not even my ‘Ultimate Skill: Delegation’ could save me from the agony of paperwork!"

A ripple of laughter spread through the cabin, passengers starting to catch onto Rimuru's over-the-top persona. One young woman in the seat ahead turned around, clearly entertained. "If you're from another dimension, why don’t you just snap your fingers and make all the paperwork disappear?"

Rimuru leaned in slightly, lowering his voice in mock seriousness. "Ah, you see, I *could* do that. But my father, the Supreme Deity, you know, has this *thing* about cosmic balance. *Boring,* right? The last time I snapped my fingers to get rid of some paperwork, I accidentally created a black hole that swallowed half a solar system." He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Father was *not* pleased."

The passengers around him chuckled, enjoying the absurdity of his tale. Rimuru grinned, clearly relishing the attention. "That’s why I fled to this realm. Here, your problems are... quaint. Simple, really. Mortgages, taxes, traffic jams—child's play compared to cosmic taxes! And as for the school I ended up at, well, let’s just say the students are... how shall I put it? *Adorably naive.* The paperwork there is basically coloring books compared to what I’m used to."

At this point, an elderly woman a few rows back leaned forward, intrigued. "What about that father of yours? You mentioned he’s still looking for you?"

Rimuru groaned dramatically, slouching back into his seat. "Oh, don't remind me. My father is obsessed with dragging me back to my throne. He’s the kind of deity who’ll track you across space and time just to make sure you're doing your royal chores. I’ve had to lay some pretty heavy-duty spells just to hide from him. I even created a clone of myself an exact replica, mind you who is back home signing treaties and hosting royal banquets. And honestly? They haven't even noticed the difference! Shows you how much they appreciate my brilliance."

The businessman from earlier raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying you're basically playing hooky from ruling a kingdom?"

Rimuru gave a slow, exaggerated nod. "Exactly. The Demon Lord Rimuru skipping royal duties like a rebellious teenager. But can you blame me? Between the constant power struggles with interdimensional warlords and having to listen to nobles whine about their magic-diamond-encrusted palaces, I needed a break." He paused dramatically. "You mortals don’t know how good you have it. The most you have to worry about is whether the in-flight meal is edible."

The flight attendant walking by gave Rimuru a confused look as he gestured broadly, but she kept moving, now used to his eccentric speeches.

A college student nearby, grinning ear to ear, chimed in. "If you're so powerful, why not just take over this plane and turn it into your private jet?"

Rimuru’s eyes lit up mischievously. "Oh, I could, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, I’ve already upgraded the cabin without you noticing. You’re all currently flying in my imaginary space. Haven’t you noticed how smooth the ride is? No turbulence, no crying babies... and the seats? Way comfier than before, right?"

The passengers looked around, half expecting the cabin to suddenly transform into a luxurious palace. When nothing changed, Rimuru shrugged. "You see, I can manipulate reality so subtly, you don’t even realize it’s happening. It’s all part of my charm. Just be grateful I didn’t make your peanuts sentient this time. That caused... issues... last time I flew."

People were cracking jokes about cosmic paperwork, comparing their “pathetic mortal” problems to Rimuru’s interdimensional woes.

One passenger called out, "So, Rimuru, what’s next for you? Gonna build another empire or just keep dodging the paperwork?"

Rimuru’s eyes sparkled. "Oh, don’t you worry. I’ve got plans. Big plans. But for now, I’m enjoying my vacation. And if anyone back home thinks they can drag me back to that mountain of paperwork, well..." He winked. "I may or may not have set a time loop around my throne room. They’ll be stuck in *eternal meetings until I feel like returning."

With that, Rimuru leaned back in his seat, clearly pleased with himself. The passengers laughed and applauded, marveling at how he’d turned a long flight into an adventure.