Journey to no End

Ready? Set. Go!

A/N: I hope the first chapter wasn't too much of a let down but do please enjoy this chapter! 

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No One's POV:

Having resolved to embark on their journey, the two unlikely companions began making preparations.

Isekai roamed around his small house, gathering everything he thought might be necessary for the long road ahead. His movements were quick and efficient as he grabbed provisions, tools, a few spare clothes, and anything else that seemed useful. But amid the practicalities, Isekai paused in front of a particular spot in the wall, his hand brushing against the surface before he revealed a secret hatch. From behind it, he pulled out a peculiar collection of figures. His lips curled into a mischievous grin as he muttered to himself, "Heh, well, I'm definitely not leaving these behind. If anyone in the village found them, I'd have to dig my own grave." He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, clearly not intending to explain further, leaving any would-be onlookers outside to speculate wildly about the mysterious objects. The figures, their purpose unclear, were clearly something Isekai wasn't willing to part with.

Meanwhile, Sane—having little to pack—sat casually on the front porch, already prepared for the journey. The midday sun bathed the village in a warm, golden light as Sane observed the everyday life unfolding before him. Villagers went about their business, indifferent to the two companions preparing to leave. One man, with a large sack of potatoes slung over his shoulder, walked by, likely heading to trade with another for fish, or perhaps some vegetables—maybe even fruit, if he was lucky. A woman and her young daughter followed not long after, their simple, well-worn clothes marking them as long-time residents of the village, content with their quiet lives. A cart rattled down the path next, pulled by a pair of old but sturdy horses. Two merchants sat in the front, while hired mercenaries, with swords at their sides and vigilant eyes scanning for danger, sat in the back—no doubt guarding the goods from potential robbers.

Sane's gaze drifted lazily from one scene to the next, his interest gradually fading as the steady rhythm of village life became monotonous. Instead, he began to focus on the soothing sensation of the sunlight warming his skin and the soft breeze ruffling his long hair. The peaceful atmosphere wrapped around him like a blanket, and before he knew it, Sane found himself slowly drifting off to sleep, his body leaning against the wooden post of the porch, completely relaxed.

An hour passed before Sane was abruptly jolted awake by a sharp, painful kick to the head. Isekai's boot had connected with a resounding thud, sending Sane tumbling off the porch and onto the soft grass below. His undignified fall came to an even ruder stop as he collided headfirst with a granite boulder that was inconveniently located on the property.

"Dammit! What in the nine realms was that for, Isekai?!" Sane shouted, his voice filled with frustration as he clutched his head and glared at his companion. He stumbled to his feet, shaking off the impact, which was surprisingly harsh given the softness of the grass. Despite crashing into a solid rock, Sane seemed to bear no real injuries, a fact that might've been concerning if he wasn't so angry.

Isekai, standing smugly a few feet away, crossed his arms and shrugged, an unapologetic smirk plastered on his face. "You wouldn't wake up, no matter how many times I tried. So, I used a more... effective method." His tone dripped with mockery, clearly finding amusement in his 'solution.'

Sane grumbled as he rubbed his sore head, shooting Isekai a glare before approaching him. "Instead of carrying all that luggage, how about I just store it in my isolated space?" he suggested.

Isekai raised a questioning eyebrow but said nothing. He merely gestured for Sane to proceed.

Without another word, Sane used his subspace ability, making all the bags and gear disappear in an instant.