Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
Myron was running through the dark forest that was Mt. Fujikasane. Now that there was no more wisteria from this point forward, the forest was eerily quiet and silent. His heart pounded loudly as he ran past multiple trees and branches, tightly gripping the hilt of his sword.
"Seven days... all I have to do is survive each day," Myron repeated to himself, looking around his surroundings for any signs of demons. He took out his phone and looked at the time, which showed it was 8:47 PM-just eight to nine hours before sunrise. "This is some Shit straight out of FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY RIGHT NOW!" he muttered.
The darkness was oppressive, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs put Myron on high alert, his senses heightened by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew that demons could attack at any moment, and he needed to be ready.
Suddenly, Myron heard a low growl from behind a cluster of trees. He stopped running, his breath catching in his throat as he slowly looked around his surroundings to face the sound. He quickly unsheathed his katana, holding it with two hands which were slightly trembling. All of a sudden...
"GAAAHH!!" Myron gasped in shock as he heard screaming. Out of the shadows emerged three demons, their eyes glowing with a sinister light and their fangs bared in predatory grins. Myron tightly gripped his sword, seeing one of the demons pounce at him. Reacting quickly, he jumped to the side, dodging the attack and landing on the ground, getting a clear look at the three monsters in front of him.
("Three demons? Can I actually do this...?") Myron thought to himself. His hands were shaking as memories of the demoness and the dream he had flowed into his head. It had been two years since his first encounter with the demoness after all. His body slowly started panicking, his breathing heavy and his face and hands sweating.
("NO!!... Just calm down and trust in your abilities!! You FUCKING DUMBASS!! Remember Goku and Uzui's training. You're not that same pussy-ass bitch from two years ago!") Myron shook his head, dispelling his fear and regaining his composure. He stood back up and tightened his grip on his sword as he got into a proper stance.
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"Well... looks like we have an interesting one here," one demon sneered, its eyes gleaming with malice.
"Why the hell does his skin look like that!?" another demon snarled, its gaze fixed on Myron.
"WHO GIVES A SHIT! ALL THAT MATTERS IS THAT HE'S A HUMAN!! I'M SO HUNGRY I HAVEN'T EATEN IN WEEKS!" the third demon roared, its voice filled with desperation.
Myron took a deep breath, focusing on his breathing and calming his racing heart. He thought of Rengoku and Uzui, their teachings and support. He wasn't the same weak boy from two years ago. He had trained hard and was ready for this moment.
