small isekai world

-Dazai leaned against the cracked stone wall, a crooked grin on his face as he planted his boots on the bodies below. The faint warmth of their blood still clung to his soles. He laughed–full, hearty, and almost mocking–as his eyes lingered on the man before him-

Dazai: "So, let me get this straight… After I vanished when the moon turned red, everything back home started falling apart. And while the world was crumbling… you got hit by a truck? Out of nowhere? That's your grand death story? Damn, Michael, that's rough. Real poetic."

-He smirked, but his eyes scanned the figure carefully—old habits

Akatsuki groaned, flipping him off without hesitation-

Akatsuki: "Tch. My name's Akatsuki Tatsu now. Guess fate's got a sick sense of humor… dragging us together even in this world. Like it's just another damn Tuesday."

-He crossed his arms, violet eyes narrowing slightly-

Akatsuki: "So… what the hell are you doing here?"

-Dazai shrugged lazily-

Dazai: "Simple. Clean-up duty. Kill these losers in black, then call it a day. Easy money in a sense."

-Akatsuki's expression hardened. He raised a hand and pointed at the floor—specifically, the faded crest in the center, covered in cracks and blood-

Akatsuki: "Well, hate to burst that little bubble of yours… but you should hear this. I'm not here for the cannon fodder. I'm after their boss. Mard Geer. He stole my mother's necklace—and believe me, I'm getting it back. Even if I have to rip his throat out."

-Dazai's gaze flickered with mild interest until Akatsuki added the next part-

Akatsuki: "But this temple isn't just some hideout. It's one of the Lost Temples… of Athena."

-The mere mention of that name made Dazai's playful smirk twist into something bitter. His eyes darkened as he spat onto the bloodstained ground-

Dazai: "Don't. Say. That name."

-A brief silence stretched between them—thick with something unsaid. Akatsuki raised his hands slightly, half in mock surrender, half in understanding-

Akatsuki: "Alright, alright… Anyway, the temple's more than it seems. There's a monster sealed somewhere inside—something primal. They say it's… every man's fear."

-He lowered his voice, eyes darting toward the shadows lining the walls-

Akatsuki: "We need to keep our guard up, or we're dead."

-Before he could finish, a sharp blur cut through the air-

『CRACK』

-A boot smashed into Akatsuki's head, sending him sprawling across the cold stone floor. Dust scattered as he skidded to a halt, coughing. Dazai's eyes snapped toward the attacker. His body tensed—dagger half-raised—but his instincts screamed louder than his blade-

-The man before him stepped into the dim torchlight-

-Dressed in black, his figure was lean yet deadly—every movement precise. His face bore deep scars, souvenirs of battles long past. His dark hair was swept back, revealing a single piercing brown eye. The other eye was hidden beneath a jagged scar. But what stood out most was his smirk—a cold, arrogant curve that dripped with malice-

-Dazai's lips curled into a snarl-

Dazai: "Mard Geer…"

-The name tasted foul on his tongue. But his voice lowered—more lethal-

Dazai: "Doesn't matter. At first, I thought I'd wipe you and your little crew out quickly… no fuss."

-He stepped forward, his sea-blue eyes glowing faintly under his crimson hair. The air around him shifted—growing dense, heavy. The stone beneath his feet seemed to groan under the pressure of his presence-

Dazai: "But now… I'll make you wish you were never born into this world."

-Mard Geer's smirk remained, but his single eye sharpened. The temple seemed to hold its breath as the three men stood in that blood-soaked chamber—swords drawn, fates tangled-