Chapter 6

"I don't want your shitty technique."

Makoto turned with a nod and walked away.

"Wait! Why the hell do you pass me up!"

"Because it sounds scary as fuck! My life involves a lot of stuff without wierdos in other dimensions. Plus that name sounds like something from hell. Will my soul be destroyed or something?"

Nagatha was speechless. In his time, the mortals would grovel and beg, swear a secrecy oath for any technique. Who was this kid to turn down his generosity?

He decided to let Makoto pass for now. He was right. The kid would come crawling in time. He just had to wait.

He brought out a tea set from nowhere and began to sip.

"Where are you? It's been like an hour."

Makotos boss was upset. Makoto was usually very diligent about showing to work and recieving his pay. Did he win the lottery or something?

This was a very confusing time for all individuals involved. Nobody expects the plot!

He received a ring in response.

"Oh! Let's see... 'I had explosive diarrhea and held a grand battle with my toilet.' Hah, that kid really is something else."

He put his transceiver away. Since the kid wasn't showing up, he would get back to work. Digestive issues were the individual's fault, the company would definitely not give him face for this one.

"Well, it's not my problem anymore, so I'll just go see what the other employees are up to."

He walked away, singing a ditzy tune.