Danmachi: I Got Isekai'd but My Power Still With Me!

Chapter 5

"Ah... the food at that place is really good. I'm going to miss it when I leave this world." Reita continued his stroll, his eyes catching the sight of children running and laughing in the streets. He smiled faintly, though his face betrayed a deeper sadness. "I hope I can see kids playing like this in my world too," he muttered, his shoulders slumping.

Slapping both his cheeks, he shook his head, forcing energy back into his step. "Come on, Reita! You've got a mission-to capture all the mutants in this world. Oh!" His eyes widened as he suddenly remembered. "I forgot to retrieve Petro!"

Hurrying through the crowded street, he noticed a familiar figure. "Freya? What is she doing inspecting the mutant?" Suspicion crept into his mind, his gaze narrowing on her. "I need to get Petro out of there." Reita glanced around. The crowd was thick, but he had a plan.

With a smirk, he activated his skill. Voice Imitation.

"Freya-sama! Can you come here for a moment? I'm in the clothes shop!" He perfectly mimicked Bell's voice, watching as Freya's head snapped toward the direction he'd indicated.

"Bell?" she muttered, starting toward the shop, pulling the crowd's attention with her.

"That's my chance!" Reita moved swiftly, slipping through the crowd like a shadow, barely noticed as people shifted their focus to Freya. He reached the mutant's containment cube, glancing around quickly before turning the large, glowing cube into a palm-sized object with a flick of his fingers. It shimmered, shrinking into a more manageable size. "I think that's all-"

Suddenly, a sharp, tingling sensation crawled up his spine. Reita's instincts screamed danger, and without hesitation, he launched himself backward, narrowly dodging the force of something smashing into the ground where he had stood. The impact sent shards of stone and dust flying into the air.

Reita landed on a nearby rooftop, crouched low, his eyes scanning the wreckage below. His heart pounded, but he kept his breathing steady, ready for whatever was coming next.

"Wow... who could that be?" His gaze followed the source of the destruction, his eyes widening as a massive figure emerged from the settling dust. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder.

"I-Is that Ottar!?" someone yelled from the crowd.

The name rang through the air, catching Reita's attention. He narrowed his eyes, observing the hulking figure standing in the debris. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, with a massive sword strapped to his back. His presence alone was enough to send shivers through the onlookers.

"Ottar, huh?" Reita muttered, sizing him up. This guy was trouble.

Ottar's deep voice echoed across the rooftops. "You, give back that monster. My goddess has a purpose for it."

Reita smirked, though his muscles tensed, ready for a fight. "Like I thought, they're up to something with the mutant." He straightened, rolling his shoulders. "Sorry, man, but I've got my own mission-"

Before he could finish, Ottar moved with blinding speed for someone his size. The ground beneath his feet cracked as he launched himself into the air, his massive sword already drawn and slicing through the air toward Reita's head.

The sword made contact, slashing cleanly through Reita's body-at least, that's what it appeared to do. Ottar's blade cut through him, and Reita's figure flickered for a moment, splitting apart before dissolving into nothing.

"I'm sorry, man. Killing me won't be that easy." Ottar turned his head, eyes narrowing in confusion as Reita's voice came from a nearby rooftop. Reita stood there, smirking, having used his False Thought skill to trick Ottar into thinking he'd been hit.