The Mchiavillan | Cote x Tensura [Discontinued]

Arc 2. Chapter 3. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

Kiyotaka Pov:

I was in a completely different place than right before. The blank and boring white was replaced with the colourful outside world.

'Another time skip huh?' I thought to myself.

This time, I was in the mansion where Matsuo and I stayed. He helped me a lot.
I suppose this will continue until I see the moment I die.

Suddenly, I felt pain near my heart.

What's happening here?

"Kiyotaka-sama are you alright?" Matsuo asked with a worried look.

But still, this is weird. That didn't happen the last time in this scenario.

"I am alright.." I replied.

"Even so, I believe you should take some rest though." Matsuo voiced his concerns.

I suppose he is right, but I don't think the rest could help here. It must have something to do with the trial.
But what could it be?

"Actually, I think I should take a walk. I probably need it." I told him.

"I see. If that's what you want, then I suppose I can't argue with you." He said.

We walked through the mansion. The first thing I saw was a garden.

It bathed in soft sunlight. Blooms of various colours adorned the landscape, their petals gently swaying in the breeze. Lush greenery framed the scene, creating a tranquil oasis amidst the urban hustle. The air carried the sweet perfume of flowers, and the rhythmic chirping of birds added a melodic touch to the picturesque moment.

It was a great view to see.

<AN: I did not use chatgpt for that description.>

There were also some birds flying in the sky. I believe they were red kites.

Birds... I wished to be reincarnated as one when I entered ANHS for the first time right? I kind of miss that place.

After the garden, I saw a serene pool beckoned with crystal-clear waters. Rippling reflections played upon the surface as sunlight danced, casting a liquid mosaic. The gentle lapping of water against the pool's edge provided a soothing soundtrack, creating a tranquil ambience. Surrounded by verdant foliage, the pool invited a moment of contemplation, a shimmering oasis nestled within nature's embrace.

It's truly enjoyable to appreciate nature like this. Compared to the bare, destroyed wasteland of the underworld and the bland, colourless world of the white room, this is a bright and colourful place.

Lifting my gaze, the sky stretched expansively, a vast canvas of cerulean radiance. The sun, a luminous orb, cast its golden glow, illuminating the heavens. Wisps of clouds meandered lazily, caught in the gentle currents of the endless blue. The sheer expanse above, unmarred by obstacles, invited a contemplative pause as if the sky itself whispered tales of boundless possibilities.

Once again, the difference between the white room and the world outside was like day and night.

White Room, a realm of calculated precision and detached learning, each memory surfaces with clinical clarity. The sterile environment, devoid of emotion, shaped my understanding of intellect as a weapon. Lessons were etched in solitude, where every challenge was a puzzle to solve and every interaction a strategic manoeuvre. The echoes of the relentless pursuit of perfection linger, a testament to the disciplined, strategic mind-forged within those stark, unyielding walls.

The White Room, a realm of stark discipline and calculated precision, contrasts sharply with the outside world's vibrant chaos. In the White Room, every facet of existence is meticulously controlled, fostering a cold, clinical environment that values intellect as a weapon. Outside those sterile walls, life unfolds in unpredictable hues, marked by the richness of emotions, genuine human connections, and the spontaneity of diverse experiences. The rigid structure of the White Room yields the organic complexity of the outside world, where the unexpected becomes the norm.