Rimuru go to Japan for fun

those who witnessed sea partway

The broadcast room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the large screen where the interview played. The interviewer’s voice was steady, but there was a palpable undercurrent of excitement in the room as the live segment continued. Across the table, two witnesses sat, their faces still carrying the weight of the extraordinary event they had experienced. The subtle hum of the newsroom faded into the background as the focus turned entirely to the recollection of that day an event that had left a lasting impression on everyone who had seen it.

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Interviewer:"Thank you both for joining us today. Please, take us back to that moment. What exactly did you see when Rimuru rescued the child?"

The first witness, a middle-aged man with slightly graying hair, clasped his hands together, his eyes narrowing as if trying to relive every detail. His voice trembled slightly as he began.

Witness 1:"It’s hard to describe without sounding insane. But… when we saw Rimuru approach the edge of the sea, there was this… this power in the air. You could feel it. The water wasn't just moving it was obeying him. The waves, they started to split. Not slowly, not like in movies where things are overly dramatic. It was immediate, purposeful, like the sea itself had recognized him, like it knew it wasn’t worthy to stand in his way."

He shook his head, eyes widening as if still grappling with the impossibility of it all. His gaze flickered over to the second witness, a woman in her twenties, seeking silent confirmation.

Witness 2:"It was surreal. One moment the water was wild, thrashing in every direction, and the next, it just… bowed down. You have to understand, the sea didn’t just part; it tore itself open, making a clear path as if Rimuru were walking toward a throne, not a helpless child. The sky above us shifted too. It was like everything the wind, the waves, the very air was bending to his will. It wasn’t just about saving the child, it was about how effortlessly he did it."

Her voice cracked slightly, the emotional weight of what she’d witnessed catching up with her. The screen behind them flashed to the scene of Rimuru walking through the parted sea. The water split to either side like the grand entrance to some ancient kingdom, towering walls of liquid shimmering with sunlight, as if they themselves had been pulled back by unseen hands. The stillness was eerie an impossible calm in the midst of what should have been chaos.

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Interviewer: "What were you feeling in that moment? Seeing him do something so beyond our understanding… what was going through your mind?"

The woman hesitated, her hands tightening around the arms of her chair.

Witness 2: "I felt… small. Like I was in the presence of something far greater than myself. There was awe, definitely. But more than that, there was this overwhelming sense of peace. I knew we knew that child was going to be safe. Rimuru wasn’t panicked, wasn’t rushing. He just walked, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And as he walked, the sea parted even wider, like the earth itself had carved a path for him."

Her words hung in the air, and for a brief moment, the newsroom fell silent as if the gravity of the moment was felt even through the screen. The camera zoomed in on the man, his face lined with emotion.

Witness 1:"When he reached the child, it felt like time stopped. Not in a cliché way, but… everything just paused. There was no panic. Rimuru bent down, scooped the child up, and turned back. The sea didn’t crash back in like you’d expect it waited. Like it was holding its breath. And then, just as easily as it had opened, it closed behind him. But not in a violent way. It was like the sea was grateful. It was… it was like nothing I’ve ever seen."

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Interviewer:"Some people think this was all some kind of illusion, a trick of the light or even a hoax. What would you say to them?"

The witnesses exchanged glances, a flash of frustration passing between them before the man spoke, his tone firm.

Witness 1:"I understand the skepticism. I really do. But this what we saw you can’t fake that. You can’t create the way the air felt. The way the world seemed to shift around him. The way the water *listened*. No amount of special effects could recreate that moment."

The woman nodded, her voice shaking as she added, “People talk about CGI, about camera tricks. But I was there. I felt it. It was real, and no matter how much you want to explain it away, sometimes you just have to accept that something beyond our understanding has happened."

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The interview transitioned into silence, the image of Rimuru walking through the sea frozen on the screen behind them. It wasn’t just the parting of the waters or the rescue of the child that left the witnesses in awe it was the simplicity with which he did it. Like it was nothing. Like it was as natural as breathing.

The camera zoomed back out to the interviewer, who, for a moment, seemed just as awestruck as the rest of the audience watching from their living rooms. Her voice was softer now, more contemplative.

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Interviewer:"Rimuru claims to be a demon lord with powers that extend beyond this world. After seeing what you saw… do you believe him?"

The man exhaled slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Witness 1:"After seeing that… I don’t know what to believe anymore. Demon lord? God? I’m not sure it matters. What I do know is that we’re dealing with something far beyond human."

The woman’s response was quieter, but equally filled with awe.

Witness 2: "Whether he’s a demon lord or not… he’s something more. And whatever it is, it’s not something we can explain away."

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The interview faded to black as the newsroom cut back to the anchors. Yet the weight of their words lingered in the air, as if the audience themselves had witnessed the parting of the sea, the silent power of Rimuru walking through the world like a figure both mythic and real.

The comment sections lit up with speculation, some still adamant that it was all a trick, others beginning to wonder if there was more to Rimuru’s claims than mere fantasy. But in every comment, whether skeptical or believing, there was a shared sense of awe an unshakable feeling that something had shifted in the world the day Rimuru parted the sea and saved the child, and perhaps, saved a piece of their belief in the extraordinary.

The truth or fiction of Rimuru’s identity whether demon lord or savior no longer mattered as much as the feeling he left behind: the stirring in the human heart when faced with the incomprehensible, the sense of wonder in the impossible.