Tells the story of Aruta Kuroyuki, a 19 year old guy who thinks life is boring with his monotone routine. He's just an ordinary person.
Or is he?
With something he hides in his past, and after his encounter with Noarin Otorii, who shares the same fa...
"Aruta," Saria says, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the weight of her words, "you are not human."
The declaration hangs in the air, a thunderclap in the suffocating silence. I feel the ground shift beneath me, my entire world tilting on its axis. In this moment, everything I thought I knew about myself shatters like fragile glass, leaving me adrift in a turbulent sea of uncertainty and primal fear.
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The revelation hits us like a tidal wave, leaving us all reeling in its merciless wake. Noarin, her face drained of color, stumbles backward and collapses to the floor with a soft thud, her legs no longer able to support her.
"What... do you mean?" Kai stammers, his usual bravado stripped away, leaving him looking vulnerable and painfully young. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, as if grasping for some semblance of normalcy.
Saria takes a deep breath, her small feline form seeming to carry the weight of the world. Her tail twitches nervously as she continues, "What I mean is... Aruta wasn't born like every normal human," she pauses, her voice thick with emotion. "His existence was created through magic, with a pure magic circuit implanted in his soul. Typically, beings like this don't possess the mind and nature of a normal human. But with the magic circuit, their soul can learn and grow under human care."
A heavy silence descends upon the room, faces etched with disbelief and shock. Spica's eyes dart around, confusion evident in her innocent features as she tries to grasp the gravity of the situation. I stand frozen, my mind a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and emotions, desperately clinging to my rapidly unraveling sense of self.
Noarin, still on the floor, clutches at her chest as if in physical pain. "When..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "When did you discover this?"
Saria's ears droop as she slowly shakes her head, whiskers drooping. "I'm not the one who discovered it. I only learned about it recently."
"You're not the one who discovered it?" Rishia finally speaks, her brow furrowed in confusion, a hint of suspicion creeping into her voice.
Before Saria can respond, the air beside her shimmers and warps like heat haze. In a blink, another cat materializes - sleek and black with striking emerald eyes that seem to glow with an otherworldly intelligence.
"I am the one who discovered it," the black cat speaks, its voice smooth and assured, carrying an air of authority. "My name is Lucil. It's a pleasure to meet you all, though I wish it were under better circumstances."
"She's the one who created this body, allowing me to send my consciousness between worlds," Saria explains, gesturing to her feline form with a paw.
I turn to Lucil, my voice hoarse as I ask, "How did you know?"
Lucil's emerald eyes meet mine, unflinching and filled with a mixture of curiosity and compassion. "My ornament grants me a biological attribute. I can examine any living being and its components down to the smallest detail. I hope that answers your question."
