"Mnnn…"

With a wince Souka groaned uncomfortably in her slumber. The normal suppleness of the foams below her wasn't just there, she shifted uncomfortably seeking her now norm comfort to no avail.

'What's with this bed… it's too hard.' She moaned to herself.

It was a reminiscent of the hard times back at the marshes. Back before the partnership with Jura Tempest Federation, Back when she was still afraid, when the safety of her species was still in the air, before she had met him…

Souei-sama…

She stretched her hand for the bed cover to provide warmth and cuddle herself more, only to brush through straws of grass…?

"….!" Opening an eye, as a result of her face being in an oblique way, she was greeted with the emerald picture of lush green carpet. The bleary eye that opened enlarged becoming clear as Souka turned siting up abruptly.

"Why am I here?" She started. Gyrating around in a state of confusion, before suddenly her head began to ache with the intensity of being hit with a sledgehammer. She hissed sharply, her hands going to the side of her head to assuage the pain to no effect. Grinding her teeth, she fought against the will of her body to just return back to the now enticing lush looking carpet and stood up to her feet.

"Oh… I'm still here," She noted hazily, observing the familiar scenery of both high rising and low flora. But before she could question why she was there, another lancing pain trusted against her skull.

What was happening! She agonized through gritted teeth. A warmth dribbled down, slipping pass her arms, Souka released both her arms to check only to see with apprehension, the vermillion gathering of blood.

Quickly she moved one of her hands quickly behind her to the pouch secured at the back of her hip, rummaging for some seconds before bringing out a glass potion containing a half filled pastel substance.

She breathed a sigh of relief as it was still there. Originally health potions were supposed to be with their leader Souei-sama, but because of his moderus operendi, he considered the members of the Shadow Squad too slow in keeping pace so he passed it to her as the Second-in-Command to hold unto the necessities of the group.

Looking down at the beaker potion that reflected her expression, she had mixed-feelings. On one hand while happy for the presence of the potion at hand, on the other it just goes to show the validity of Souei-sama's feelings. Shaking her head to get rid of self-depreciating thoughts, she uncapped the potion, before spraying its contents over herself.

"Hah~" She smiled elatedly as the chilled contents sank beneath her attire into her skin. She knew by now her body must have been shrouded in green outline, as she felt the headache ebbing away. She was still weak, but glancing around her body with a small smile, she decided it was enough. Maybe more than enough.

"Now… where are the others." Souka muttered with tapered eyes, whatever had happened here was an attack no two way about that. And her job as a member of the Shadow Squad was to find the source and eliminate it covertly and quickly. But first she had to meet up with the others. For something like this to affect a dragonnewt of her stature –for she knew where her strength which was given by Rimuru-sama stood amongst her people- the enemy must be powerful to an absurd degree. For that, one on one combat would be ill advised.

With a flick of her hands, Souka produced a dagger of unique shape. 'Kunai,' that was what Kurobe, residential blacksmith, said it was called. A weapon forged for puncture rather than slashing, a weapon unsuitable for direct battles, but for clandestine purposes. Gripping the Kunai with its pointed tip facing down, she slowly made her way through the forest. A while later she spotted the first member of her squad Nansou. But like her, he too was also unconscious. She made no move to go to him yet, who knew if he was set as bait by the enemy? Souei-sama would be disappointed if she was taken by surprise with such a banal method.

A few minutes later and she was satisfied that no one was there, she moved from her perching spot towards her affiliate. Skimming around, she could already spot the others, all in dissimilar postures, but all appeared cataleptic, and too open. She gave another cautionary back glance before deciding it was presumably safe as she moved to arrange the others in a row, fortunately that had been easy with a dragonewt level of strength.

She produced another potion splashing them over the assembled line. Expected groans followed soon after as the muddled members of the Shadow Squad struggled up all with various expressions of bemusement.

"Wha…" Saika, the purple haired dragonewt and the 'Raunchy Spymaster' second only to Souei, muttered incoherently, as she noticed the Vice Captain at the side, she was about to greet her casually as always when she saw the expression she bore. Saika blushed as she arose from her sit-up stance, genuflecting with one knee on the ground. She knew at what time professional conducts are warranted, and from the situation at hand, the time was now.

"Vice-Captain!" She greeted crisply.

Now if she could only clear the jumbling in her head.

A yawn broke beside Saika as the other lady of the group Touka arose stretching hands, with unfocussed blueish green eyes detected the unmoving kowtowed form of Saika, "Ah Saika-chan, good morning. What are doin…!" Words choked at the face of the Vice Captain, who watched on coolly. Like Saika, Touka understood that something must have happened as she joined Saika and greeted, while nudging the two boys roughly to awaken.

Like a ritual the same repetitions happened with boys, who woke up confused before recognizing the situation. And at last the full members of the Shadow Squad all knelt before their Vice Captain.

'Too sluggish,' Souka remarked to herself. Their responses to the situation at hand left much to be desired. 'This is why Souei-sama leaves us behind more often.' But why she could spot their faults, she knew she had hers also. She too wasn't quick to the upkeep. But she would get better, if not for Souei-sama then for herself. After all that was definitive aim why she left the mashes on the orders of her father.

To become stronger.

The whooshes of the bushes, alerted the members of the Shadow Squad as they all left their knelt positions producing their kunai taking offensive stances, all taking positions that complimented the sight of the other.

From the shadow of a nearby tree, a shadow formed before taking the shape of their leader, the Captain. His familiar presence along with the habitual pressure that accompanied it was the signal they needed, Souka and the others smoothly transitioned from their stances kneeling once more.

"Souei-sama!" They all greeted.

Souei stepped out of his place from the shadows into the light revealing his face, "Hmm…" He nodded without pause until he arrived before the others. His eyes casted a shadow over the knelt dragonewt, scrutinizing and compartmentalizing. As for Souka she could feel something was wrong.

Firstly his outfit, appeared rumpled with flecks of dust marring the pristine dark blue down to the white sash tied around waist. His hair appeared to be a rush work as she saw the coarsely tempered hair that spotted even more sand grain, than on his clothes.

And most importantly, he was pissed. No, it wasn't like his usual manner, where he appeared apathetic, the tension he bore in conjuration with the way his hands unconsciously twitched to the swords on his back… something must have happened back at the village, Souka had no other choice but to surmise.

"It's good to see you all of good health…." Souei began. Breaking Souka off her musing, the Captain looked at her with an eyebrow hunched as he reiterated, 'Relatively in one way or the other."

Souka looked bemused at the bewildered look Souei-sama bore… that was until she noticed the stray of green hanging around her peripheral on her head.

By The Ashes of My Ancestors…!

'Ahhhh!' She flushed like a storm of red, as she hastily picked away the damned stalk. 'Oh why did I had to notice it just now, I'm disgracing myself before Souei-sama all over again.' She pressed her chest against her knee willing ineffectively for the earth to open up and swallow her up. She scrunched her eyes to get clear of the rising tears.

"You may get up." And the cohorts of dragonewt arose as one, Souei continued, "I am sure that you all have questions concerning the state of affairs, and you are right in during so. But for the sake of time, I'll give you all a truncated version. What happened was an attack."

The dragonewts eyes all widened at the news. An attack! How was that even possible? The whole Shadow Squad members stood up in shock, probably too take actions, but Souei raised his hands halting them. Still in a state of alarm a sweat-dropped Souka took a step forward and asked the question that bothered the subordinates. "An attack sir? But how come, we hadn't seen anyone go through any of the road-paths, skylines or perceived any forest disturbances, sir so… how."

"Before I continue, know it wasn't any of your fault. The nature of the incursion was of a nature we would never have expected. After all we never knew we were dealing with a kryptonian when we had let him into our midst."

"Kyptonian?"Souka echoed. She had never heard of that name before, or was it a new species, and those words Souei-sama said, ' when we had let him into our midst.' What does that mean?

A retrospective flashback of an unconscious individual dressed in unknown garbs flickered through her mind.

"Was the perpetrator, the individual we discovered just some hours ago, Souei-sama?"

Their Captain magicule pulsed unconsciously washing through the dragonewts who shivered in turn, as his face took an unsightly turn bearing a dark look. Even the lower part hidden away from him didn't hide the grinding of his teeth. And all of a sudden it all made sense.

The kyptonian was the individual they had allowed into enclave of Jura Tempest, they were the one that let him in… 'We should have dealt with him while we had the chance,' Souka thought ruefully.

But still, "Sir, the fact that you are here with us. Does that mean this, kryptonian has been dealt with?"

If Souei's face was bitter before. Now it had the look of someone who drank a whole cup of vinegar, "There has been some complications, but no. The kryptonian still lives," At their concerned faces, Souei lifted a hand to continue, "And that is why I am here. Souka," He called and the dragonewt promptly answered.

"Sir!"

"You are required to come with me. I have a mission for you. One that will determine the safety of the town." To the others he instructed, "And as for the rest of you. Increase the surveillance. Leave no stone unturned, make sure any strange sightings be reported forthwith. Understood?"

They nodded, "Yes sir!"

"Now go!"

The other members of the Shadow Squad turned in blurs as they shot separately to different parts of the forest, leaving behind the two leading officers. Without pause Souei continued.

"We've wasted enough time. Let's go as well." Souka nodded back, both slipping to the ever abundance the shadow provided, moving quietly to the village.

In the course of travel Souka couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken, as she gazed at the back of her Captain.

'He really doesn't see differently from the others does he?' She thought despondently, a bitter huff escaped before she could even screw it.

Maybe… just maybe… they weren't meant to be.

…..

They arrived at Rimuru-sama residence, the gate was left ajar, and Souka felt uncomfortable from the miscellany of magicules detected from within. Trying to keep herself stabilized, Souka looked back as she could see the rising dust, from the main town gathering, speculating what was the situation with the others, especially with her brother. No matter how annoying Gabiru was, she still loved him too much for something to happen to him.

'Gabiru you dunderhead you better be okay.'

"As for the duration of this meeting I want you to remain hidden," Souei said breaking her out of her deliberation. Her attention bought back.

"Hidden sir...?" She asked as they entered the cobbled compound already approaching the pond, the shades of Rimuru-sama and the others discernable.

Souei nodded, "The essence of this is that, I have choose you as the escort and minder of the kryptonian for the duration of his stay in our town."

Souka almost fell as she missed her footing, only the training provided help wonders as it made it look like she was only slowing down, "Sir? But why." She asked, already noting she was using 'sir' and 'why' too many times, but she didn't care. This was too important.

"Hmm, your racial species as humanoid dragonewt provides you with a form that accommodates the closest appearance to humans, which would help you bring down the mental walls of the kryptonian. Essentially your main mission is that you are to beguile him using your wiles."

Souka blushed with choking breaths. Seduction! She wanted to scream. All throughout her duration as a member of the Shadow Squad, she had been trained to do all such of things. Assassinations, clandestine subterfuge, espionage, reconnoitering among others and she stood out as the best of the others.

But in terms of seduction which dealt with social communications, she displayed ineptitude. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't her fort. It belonged to Saika. Even though this showed that Souei-sama thought of her as beautiful –which she was happy about- it was still unsuitable for her.

"But Sir doesn't Saika possess more apt for this than myself?"

"Yes. But you are more all rounded compared to her, as a result possess the suitable requirement." He paused continuing in a change of tune, "Time for chitchat is over, when I enter, meld with the surroundings and see how your target behaves and strategize." Souei said as they approached the veranda, the mutterings of the others more discernable.

"Ah-ah! Oh yes Souei-sama!"

By the time Souei slid the door open, Souka was already one with the shadows sneaking in, positioning herself at the side if the room. she had no notions that the others would not be able to sense her –and that probably included the kryptonian- but she did as her Captain ordered.

And there he was, 'He is taller than I first saw him.' Souka observed. From her side she noted he had an attractive exterior. His strange garb accented his well corded muscles, which always seemed to tauten with every movement. She stared a little more than usual before her sense caught up.

'Idiot,' She scolded herself lightheaded, 'That is not what you should be looking at right now.'

But as she continued to observe, she couldn't help but appreciate his other features. His hair was arrayed in a way that increased his facial traits, but what drew her in was his eyes, cerulean that held the expanse of the unending sky. She felt drawn to it in a way that scared herself.

She looked away drawing her eyes for a moment. Recapture yourself she thought. Once again scrutinizing the kryptonian she took notice of the prominent S displayed on his upper torso. Probably the symbol of his land, she deduced.

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The kryptonian suddenly perked up much to the caution of the others, turning around until his eyes meet her eyes.

'He knows I am here,' She thought, holding her breath. But a smile bloomed out, and the kryptonian threw a wink and returned back to the discussion much to her relief.

Souka breathed a sigh of relief, almost melting down, wondering once more, if she really was the person for the job.

-TRofKH-

Some minutes prior

There was a unique kind of tension in the air, Clark noticed, as his eyes darted around appreciating the artistic room he was in. Now that the wrath had been flushed out of his system, he found it awkward to be in the same room with the people, who he was just over half an hour ago, taking out his annoyance on, and beating them mercilessly.

'Well at least, my deduction of health potion also in this world wasn't unfounded.' He assured himself, as he saw the others. While their attires still misted in dirt and splinters of wood, they all appeared fine, and that was a miracle in his book.

If only they could stop emanating this scathing ambiance.

The males of the group, which was the red horned guy, and the old stub horn guy. The other one who fought like a parody ninja was nowhere to be found. Mind you Clark wasn't offended, rather, it granted him a moment of respite that he wasn't here at moment.

No matter how you play it, one would be mad if they were buried under the dirt head first. There was no excuse.

But still the neutrality on their face if taken ostensibly would mean it was all forgotten, and Clark was fine with at least that. But that left the women.

Whoosh….

The shrine garbed girl with pink hair shifted uncomfortably throwing him nervous looks that only churned his heart with guilt. The big boobs on the other hand.

Whoosh…

Yep she is mad alright. Clark repeated, as he tried not to pay attention to the way her hair was floated while she heaved glaring at Clark with a look that shouted a challenge. Every now and then she seemed to be breathing smoke, with her hands twitched for the pommel of the broken sword… well if the bastard caricature was a sword.

Clark shifted paying attention to the additional attendees in a sense of wonder marveling. Just upfront at his right side was a wolf….

You heard him right, an animal from the dog species, a wild canine, Wolf. But this one had no distinguishing appearance to that lupines in Clark's world. -For the theory of him being in another world solidified with crazy momentum- for one it had a horn, Clark was beginning to wonder if that was an ongoing trend, but he deviated. The wolf had a horn, well two, arranged horizontally with the first larger than the other. And the second, it was over ten feet tall! Like what the hell! So many Guinness Record must have been broken by the wolf's physiology.

Grrr!

And did he also add, it was growling at him menacingly. Eyes of yellow with black pupils trained on Clark predatorily, body set in a way to pounce if he made any odd movement. But still that didn't perturb Clark as much as he thought it would. As something told him, if the wolf tries anything stupid, the results won't be funny… for the wolf that is.

"Ranga…" The blue haired girl, that is Rimuru –God and he thought his name was strange- called the wolf meaningfully.

"But my lord," The wolf whined –wait it could actually talk- Clark eyebrow shot up in shock.

That is a fantasy world for you.

"Ranga, behave yourself," Rimuru repeated.

And without another word, the wolf shrank down to a size considered normal, growling in discontent before shooting a look at him.

'And it shrinks too,' Clark looked deadpanned, before turning away.

The next occupant was another that appeared strange. For a moment Clark thought he was looking at a long distant relative of the Hulk, the grand uncle type –because the father type was an asshole-… how could he even begin describe this one. A patch of gray hair with eyebrow that covered the eye, moving down to a body belonged to the body building club.

Coincidentally their eyes met as Clark threw a shaky wave, the Hulk pastiche only arched an eyebrow that showed an ash pupil –thankfully not green- and returned with a curt nod before resuming staring at whatever he was eh, staring at.

The last one was familiar at least. A beer belly with a body that still denoted strength, his face had an uncanny resemblance with that of a pig –and I kid you not- Clark stared in abject wonder at the figure that represented a theme in the Perverted Fantasy fetishes of men and women back on his world.

An Orc. Clark knew he got this one without asking.

Looking at the Mohawk, Clark had a feeling this one was either a gangster or was at least part of a gang. Only that his eyes displaying a patient kind of intelligence.

"Ahum," Rimuru coughed, with Clark wincing at the sudden volume.

'This super hearing is starting to become annoying' Clark groused.

Rimuru continued on without pause, looking at Clark animatedly, "Well I believe it's time to introduce to you, my most trusted subordinates."

They all perked up.

'And most obdurate.' This one Rimuru said through telepathy to the others, causing the kijins and tempest wolf to slouch.

To Clark he began with the one with red hair, "This person is Benimaru, a kijin. He is in charge of… our military forces," Turning to Benimaru, Rimuru threw a meaningful look, "And I believe you two have meet."

Benimaru blinked away from his lord's gaze, and gave the kryptonian a bow, "Light God, I apologize greatly for the shameful display from me and my colleagues. I hope that this unfortunate occurrence does not color your view of us kijins."

'Wow, talk about eloquent speaking. Now I feel even worse about that punch.' Clark thought to himself.

While Rimuru nodded knowingly, 'Trust Benimaru to do his thing. While hotheaded he knows when he's wrong and owns up to his mistakes.' He deadpanned looking at the others especially a fuming P.S, ' Unlike someone I know.'

Waving his hands breezily the kryptonian replied, "Oh please don't apologize. It is only fair to want to protect your people, so I understand."

Benimaru blinked flummoxed at the kryptonian statement. This wasn't the attitude he expected someone of his stature to say. He was prepared to kotow in place of his lord for forgiveness, but this being had given it freely.

If he is really who I think he is then he's one of the good guys.

Benimaru felt ashamed for even doubting his lord at the moment. The kryptonian not finished added.

"Oh. And also. Try to at least listen to someone when he says he has a good reason for something at least before you attack him thoughtlessly."

Benimaru winced, the Light God was right, bowing again he said, "Of course I will endeavor to do so."

Rimuru pumped his fist mentally, 'Nice Benimaru, and now we are off to a good start.' Seeing that both have finished their small talk he continued on in his introduction, "Next up is Hakurou, the best swordsman in the Jura Tempest and one of the best in the continent. He also my teacher in the art of sword."

Clark blinked uneasily as he began with an apology, "A pleasure to meet you Hakurou, I'm sorry about the way I behaved back there, I wasn't myself, please forgive me."

Hakurou returned Clark's apologies with a small smile shaking his head, "Think nothing of it. I consider it my punishment for my impulsiveness and my reckless behavior, and also, it is quite refreshing seeing that my sword skills wasn't as mastered as I thought. It gives me the drive to push on more."

Clark smiled back, "Yea old man, that sword skills of yours really was something. And I know I'll see something special down the road."

Hakurou was still all smiles but all that knew from the way his forehead down to his eyes were shaded at the word 'old man,' knew he was close to snapping, "Light God," He said with a voice that while sounded fatherly was also icy, "It will be appreciated greatly if you can stop addressing me as old man."

'Ah he is of those type huh' Clark smirked in understanding. Those kind of people who were conscious of their age to the point they lie even to themselves. Even his mom was like that. Just remembering that one day when he innocently asked his mother about her age cowered him.

On that day he knew who was the scariest in the building.

So Clark replied back with quick nod, "Got it a hundred percent Hakurou."

And the kijin nodded with all smiles.

Rimuru seeing no bad blood arising took it as victory, "Well from there, we have Rigurd, a hobo-goblin. He is in charge for the organization of goblins, and assignation of tasks."

'So he is actually a goblin. Didn't expect that.' Clark thought as he nodded. "Nice to meet you."

Rigurd nodded back, "And to you as well, welcome to Jura Tempest Federation."

Clark upon hearing the name unconsciously let out a snigger, seeing their puzzled faces, Clark shook his head indicating no matter, but inside he was chortling, 'Jura Tempest Federation. What kind of cringe black company name is that? God I wanna' die, it sounds so hilarious.'

Meanwhile the Demon Seed blushed in mortification, 'Ah! I knew it. I shouldn't have rushed with the name, even Superman thinks it's funny! But what's done is done. No two way to go about it.' With a cough he continued. "Next we have Geld. Leader in charge of our labor force, the brawns for the physical summation of our town."

"You honor me Rimuru-sama," Geld said with a bow, and to the kryptonian he greeted, "Nice to meet you and with Rigurd, I welcome you to our town."

Clark having calmed down from his unintentional bout, smiled back acquaintedly.

Rimuru felt very pleased with the ongoing happenings, at the very least he can deduce that kryptonian was at least amiable, and could be reasoned with but it wasn't over yet, he thought as he glanced at the others waiting for introduction, 'I swear if Shion spoils this, no more plushie holds for one year.'

Like a physic the berserker turned sharply to her lord, looking mopey but Rimuru was not going to fall for that. It was either behave or no more hugs. The slouch in return made Rimuru nod victoriously.

And that is one way to handle a berserker woman.

"Next off… is Ranga. Leader of the Tempest wolves and my personal guard."

The wolf growled much to the visible displeasure of his lord. Ranga oh so wanted to give the being, Light God or not a piece of his mind, but for his lord…

"Nice… to meet you." Ranga said.

Clark unsure what to do just nodded no chit-chat occurred. After an uncomfortable silence Rimuru continued –with a mental note to reprimand Ranga afterwards.-

"We have Shuna. Lead healer, she is in charge of the medics and soon to be Head Doctor of the hospital we'll be opening soon."

"Rimuru-sama…" The girl said demurely giving Clark the picture of a shy girl. Shuna looked at Clark nervously before taking a deep breath, the magicule he was emanating was scary, she was sure not only her felt it, it was probably why Shion and Ranga were still behaving confrontationally with the Light God, and little by little it felt like it was rising… almost like he was baiting them to call him out for it. "We-Welcome to Jura Tempest Federation. I hope you aren't angry for our behavior," She managed to squeaked out.

Lifting a hand pacifyingly Clark said, "You saying this again and again is probably becoming a meaningless platitude but know this. I forgive you, and please, if you apologize then I should also. After all I know I appeared scary for you back then."

"Please no, it's all forgotten," She waved wildly her wide sleeves billowing.

"See~ so let us all put it in the past, shall we?" He gave a smile that made the kijin flush.

'His magicule,' For a moment she thought, as a hint of its nature exposed itself to her, "It felt like… the Sun.' The unending incandesce that brightened the world, and nurtures life. The heavenly star that gives and takes without prejudice…. It was beautiful. The smile he gave in its own highlighted the datum.

With a more sincere smile Shuna nodded back.

Rimuru smiled, 'That's Shuna for you. And now...' He trailed wondering if he could just skip this one. He shook his head, 'She'll listen.' He knew, but on what altitude was the problem.

"And finally present is Shion… my personal secretary."

'Ah…' Clark drawled drolly. Her behavior wasn't surprising as he saw her acerbity. While he might have beaten the others. Hers was kind of over the top. But in retrospect she did deserve it, where the others moved to protect her was to kill without any form of thought – he could see it on her face.- So why he might be sorry for the over the top, he would not apologize for self-defense.

"Welcome to Jura Tempest Light God." She greeted tersely drawing the last part. Her voice made the others uncomfortable, while Rimuru was just happy for what he got. But she didn't stop there.

"Light God," Her tone caustic, "Why do you keep increasing your magicule level? Are you really raking for a fight?" Her eyes tight as she said it.

'Shion!' No need to guess who said that. Rimuru drew a hand across his face in exasperation. Couldn't that girl just leave it at that? It wasn't like she was wrong on the contrary Rimuru was actually prepared for a fight –and a retreat if necessary- but from the expression of Superman –it still haven't been clarified if he really was the Man of Stell,- it was that he himself didn't know what he was doing. And, even he could still remember that day he first met the goblins and their trepidation. He himself did not know he was releasing magicule on the level that frightened them.

He was about to ease the kryptonian into the question when Shion had decided to ruin it for him. 'No more plushie for a month.' Rimuru nodded to himself.

"Magicule level?" Clark scrunched his eyebrows puzzled, "What's that?"

"Oh don't play dumb Light God, you…!" Shion was halted by the sudden rise in magicule from her lord. The look he threw at her showed one thing, Displeasure. And she hated herself for it, but still for this Light God to behave in such a manner, on her pride as the personal secretary of Rimuru-sama it was just hard to let go. But still she might have taken it too far, as she did not need to look sideways as she knew the others too would not be happy with her displeasing Rimuru-sama.

As for Clark, he was still perplexed by that term, "Can anyone please tell me what she's talking about?"

If Clark was puzzled then the others were mystified. How can someone have this much power and not know what magicule is? But it was only Rimuru that understood the reason.

"Please all that will be discuss at a due time. As we all know you aren't from this world."

Clark gawked in surprise at the girl, while he maybe he might have shown eccentrics, he would never have guessed his other worlder status would be so plain to see "You… how did you know that?" He slowly asked, and also he remembered the words they used to describe him, "In fact how did you know I'm a Light God." While even he cringed at the name, it could not be ignored as the term Light God was another idiom used to describe kyptonians.

With a wink Rimuru replied, "You did not think you were the only one did you?" With a smirk Rimuru continued addressing the kryptonian as well as the others, "I really wanted to hold unto this for a while longer, but now the cat is out of the bag, and I trust everyone in this room totally." –If it were possible the receivers would have pumped their chest in pride at their lord's words- "It seems like I need to introduce myself, this time fully. I am Rimuru Tempest. Ruler of the Jura Tempest Federation… and also an Other-Worlder, like yourself."

While Clark was stunned, the present monsters were stupefied, Benimaru after realizing his jaw was opened, swallowed before asking tentatively, "So Riimuru-sama, so you're saying that you are actually a summoned human?"

Rimuru nodded, "Yep, but not the summoned part, I was actually reincarnated from my former world into this one as a slime. So… everyone is there any problem, that your lord was formerly a human?" The second part he asked to the ones present.

"No Rimuru-sama," Shion first replied, "While surprising it doesn't change the fact that it was you that me, no… all of us," She gestured at the others who nodded likeminded, "And not even the fact that you were formerly a human, would ever change that Rimuru-sama."

"I concur with what Shion-san just said," Rigurd nodded.

"Rigurd-sama, it doesn't matter what you were before. The you now is my ruler, and the savior of my tribe, that is enough for me." Geld added.

"Rimuru-sama, Geld is right," Ranga barked, "You are still my master no matter what, and I'll stay with you all the way."

The others all speak softly their agreement as well.

If Rimuru was ever glad to have been their leader, then the emotion he was experiencing now basically surpassed that, "You guys…" Seeing their own smiles he knew there was no doubt in his heart were he belonged. And he would give his all to protect his home.

"So… You're saying-" The kryptonian who now finally began awkwardly before halting as the door of thin paper and wood slide open behind him, "Oh it's you ninja guy."

"So you thought so as well," Rimuru remarked pointing at the blue horned kijin who took a seat on the tatami between Hakurou and Rigurd. "He's Souei. Leader of the intelligence squad for Jura Tempest."

The kijin who had just seated nodded as Rimuru added, "And he's also kind of taciturn."

Hmm… Clark could actually see that he fitted the cool guy role, 'Maybe a little too well,' He added off handedly to himself. Before he could continue, Clark suddenly took notice he wasn't alone in the room. The number of heartbeats were actually eleven where he could only see ten.

With a frown suddenly on his face he wondered if he got the heartbeats of the town occupants mixed up, as he could still feel them even from afar. But this one was just too close, and it was coming from behind. Unheeding of the cautious movement of the others he turned to where he heard the heartbeat was from, the sudden shift in air told him someone was there, but who…?

Narrowing his eyes, he employed his optical superpowers which responded quicker than he actually thought it would. The world change into waves of shifting colors, as the object of his scrutiny gained form, shape, color then total visibility.

'Got you,' He smiled.

Where once nothing existed, in its place was a beautiful girl almost of his age dressed in a way that reminded him… of the ninja guy. 'So it's one of Souei people eh. Well as long as it doesn't affects me' throwing a wink at the girl who shook nervously he turned back to the others.

"Sorry about that," He apologized, "Thought I felt something just now."

The others nodded, while Rimuru scoffed, 'What the heck is Souei doing?' His mana sight could already see who was there. But the question was why send his Vice to spy on the meeting, 'He better not be planning something stupid,' He thought while sending a look at Souei who bowed in return.

… He really better not!

"So-So, as you were saying?" Rimuru gestured at to the kryptonian to continue.

"I was asking if you are actually from my world."

Reclining slightly Rimuru replied with a sly smile, that fitted his gender not in the slightest, "Well that depends," It was finally time to nail the head into the coffin, "What do you think of the names, Smallville, Metropolis, Gotham, Central-City, Star City…." With rising excitement he continued, "Krypton, War World, Apocalypse…" He trailed off.

'Yep, he's from my world' Clark nodded in amusement. From the way Rimuru eyes sparkled he knew what the girl was thinking. That maybe he truly was from krypton disguised as the promising glasses wearing reporter and beloved Man of Steel, Superman. And he had a mind to say he was from Smallville. But that will only just raise the girl's hope needlessly and break her heart when she would eventually catch on his fib. Nah~ he's better than that.

"You really are quite the nerd." Clark teased at Rimuru who scratched the back of head bashfully. Shaking his head he replied, "I know what you're thinking, and suffice to say I can tell you I'm definitely not him, sorry," He shrugged.

"Ah~" Rimuru slumped in disappointment. His subordinates confused at the word play could only look at themselves bemused.

"So he's from my world huh," He looked at the kryptonian, no Other-Worlder. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. And he even has that uncanny similarity to his comic book hero. So his ability is probably an overpowered Unique Skill then. Rimuru shook his head with a smile.

Well nothing lost about that, as Rimuru stood up, his subordinates also rose with him along with the latest new world entrée.

"Well I'm Rimuru Tempest, formerly Satoru Mikami and I welcome you too our humble town." He raised his hand for a handshake.

Carefully accepting the offered hand, Clark let the girl's weight settle as he shook back. "And I'm… Clark Kent, grateful for your acceptance."

Rimuru face froze, "But I thought you said you weren't Clark Kent?"

With a wry smile Clark replied, "I know what you are insinuating but I am not him. It was just coincidental I was name this way."

But Rimuru wasn't grounded, if there was one thing he knew about DC was their myriad timelines and annoying retcons "Uh, I know this might sound personal, but what are your parent names?"

Clark rolled his eyes, of course he was expecting something like that, "My dad's name is Jerry Kent, while my mom's Naomi Kent."

It was like the searing strike of a lightning bolt when Rimuru got his answer, 'Of course he wouldn't know.' If it were possible Rimuru would have begun to start sweating gallons. 'No wonder he was familiar,' He thought looking at the now confirmed legit comic book character. The kryptonian also saw the DC continuity as a comic book, he had no knowledge he was also a part of it.

'Among all of the infinite possibilities of Superman… It Had To Be You!'

I'm The Real Superman.

The scariest…

It's All Your Fault! Not Mine…! I'm The Good Guy!

The most petulant…

Was That A Tickle?

The one of the strongest…

Trying To Copy My Powers… Wrong!

The one most evil versions…

I'm Back!

SUPERBOY-PRIME…

Rimuru's lips quirked up, 'God we're so screwed!'

[I believe so master]

No one asked you Great Sage!