Chapter 3- Enter: Tobi Zayne

No shot? There is no way that I got Isekai’d, right? I take a look at the big clear window, and it tells me to pick one of the weapons off of the table. A smile appears on my face.

I look, and above me is just more white. The entire place I am in pure white, except for the big table with a bunch of weapons on it. No guns sadly, but a bunch of medieval style weapons. No crossbows either, but it is what it is I guess.

Just a moment ago, I was preparing for an epic raid with my guild. My friends and I have been preparing for this for weeks, grinding our characters and making sure we were stacked. Plus 12 raids are no joke ya know, so this is pretty shitty timing on God’s part to Iseaki me, but meh. I guess it’s fine. My heart is pounding in excitement and fear, and the smile won’t leave my face. All the manga and anime that I have read says that I must have died before being transported here… but like, I was just in my room chilling? Did I have a heart attack? That’s so embarrassing if so… I know I drink a few energy drinks, but they’re not that bad…

Am I gonna be like some super hero protagonist? Haha. That would be epic. What the heck is my magic power if so? Oh no… what if I don’t get any power. Or worse, what if my power is mid as fuck.

I scratch my head as I walk and walk down the table to see if I find something I like. I need something that reeks of power, and I haven’t really seen that yet. I’ve seen some pretty sick axes and some cool daggers, but that’s never what a hero wields. There have been some swords that also look cool, but when I picked them up they all felt weird.

Ugh, this sucks. I hate walking. At this point, I’ve been walking for like 15 minutes, and still can’t find anything. I scratch me head again, and sit down, placing my head back onto the table.

“Heellllooooooo” I say aloud. I expect to hear some sort of echo, but nothing comes back. I wait a moment, and when there is still no response, I speak some more. “Is God around? Or like some super deity-being? I’d love to chat if you have a moment.”

Dang, still nothing. This time I sink fully on the ground, placing my head on the white floor. I wonder if I can pick more than one weapon. Probably not. I also wonder who super important this choice is? What if I pick a bad weapon? What happens if I pick a weapon and later don’t like it, can I change my mind? What happens after I pick a weapon.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, thanking myself that I had it on me as I do, and look at the time. When I first arrived in this white room, I checked that the time was 11:31. Ive definitely been here for over 30 minutes, but the time on the clock still remains at 11:31. Pretty scary and cool if you ask me.

As I lay there on the ground, I look back up at the table, and notice something dark on the underside of it. I squint my eyes, and as I inspect the dark metal looking thing further, I realize it is a blade! A katana!

I quickly hop to my feet, narrowly missing my head from hitting the table as I do, and grab at the katana. With a bit of force, it comes off. God damn, I think, they tried to hide this baby from me!

I look at the blade in awe. From my expert knowledge - of anime and manga - I know that a katana is the best weapon. I hold the handle and move it so it is upright, with the tip facing the sky. The blade is dark, honestly more like pitch-black, with the hilt being the same colour. Only by holding it can I tell where the hilt and blade ends. I put my finger up to the sharp edge, and as I do, I feel how sharp this thing is. It’s gotta be folded at least a thousand times… I think.

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I swing it with one hand, and it makes a swooshing sound as I do. Then I grab it with both hands, and do some other moves. Some stabs, slashes, and pretending to block imaginary attacks.

This sword is perfect. Beyond perfect really. It’s a little heavy, but that just adds to it’s deadliness. The blade is a sweet black, and the only thing I would ever change about it would be to give it a glowing red hue that drips from it… like an aura. But I guess that’s asking for a lot.

As I continue to admire the new love of my life, the window pops back into my vision.

[Please choose a weapon]

“Hm… I wanna pick this one, but like, are you hiding anything else from me? Like I found this one under the table. Are there any others that are under the table?”

Silence. Dead-silence from the hologram window in front of me. Typical.

I stare at the blade, and then at the window, and then back at the blade. Even if they showed me other hidden secret weapons, this thing is just… awesome.

I scratch my head with my left hand and smile while looking back at the window. “Yep. Definitely this one.”

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- Kelly -

I’m frozen in complete fear. Fear I have never experienced once in my life. This is a dream, yet I still can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong… and that just maybe… it could be real.

I stand there, still hidden in the darkness of the cave, staring ahead at the little creatures that were making the snarling noises. They are as tall as just above my hips, and have weird, long arms and short, round bodies. The cloth they wear is a brown colour, held together loosely, only covering the important parts, and all look soiled and worn down, as if the cloth has not been washed in months.

I begin to sweat and somehow stop myself from hyperventilating by looking away, down at the ground. I look at the shaking sword in my hand. I could just barely see the wrapping of the burgundy coloured hilt in the darkness. There is no way I could… go kill these things. They look dangerous, and their claws and teeth look… horrifying.

I crouch down to the ground, putting my sword between my legs and placing my head in my hands. Tears begin to form in my eyes. What is actually happening. Where am I? I don’t remember going to sleep. Wasn’t I on the bus just before this? I have been trying my best to stay calm, and to not over think, chopping it up to it just being me dozing off on the bus… but at this point, it’s too accurate. Usually there are flaws in dreams, or something that just feels off. But this, this is too perfect.

The air, the ground, the lights, the sword in my hand, the clothes on my skin. Everything is perfect. Exactly how I would expect it to be if I was awake. If this was reality.

At this point the tears are flowing, and I put both hands over my mouth to not make any whimpering noises, as I don’t want to alert those monsters close by. How am I supposed to kill them? With this sword? They’re short, yes, but I’ve never used a sword? And how fast are these monsters? How would I even protect myself? With this worn down, damaged wooden shield strapped on my wrist?!

After a few more moments of looking down at the ground, I calm myself. The tears stop flowing, and I slow my breathing. No. I can do anything.

I get back up, and take a deeper look at the goblins. There are only two, both the same height and both looking very similar. I continue to breath in and out, slowing my heart rate and nerves. I look down further, past the two goblins, to see if I can see anything else in the room, and notice an opened chest. It is bigger than the one that was in the room I first showed up in, but still made from the same wood.

That’s when I notice movement inside the wooden crate. If I wasn’t focused on it, I would not have caught it, as just the top of a green head peeks out from the chest. It’s hardly moving, and I can’t see the creatures eyes, but I know it’s a goblin. The third goblin. As quickly as I noticed it, I hear one of the other two goblins grunt loudly, drawing my attention away from the chest.

One of the goblins is staring at the crate and pointing, and both goblins start to rush towards it. I notice there speed, and nod as I realize they’re quite slow. The two goblins are roughly as quick as a slow jog, but I have no idea if that is their maximum speed.

When the goblins get to the crate, the goblin that grunted and pointed grabs at the other goblin and pulls them out of it. This third goblin is smaller, and if I had to guess, would probably reach to the middle of my thigh. They are the same green colour, and all other features are quite similar. One of the two taller goblins - the one that did not grunt - points at the small goblin, and makes some noises with it’s mouth I would never be able to replicate. This makes the smaller goblin sit on the ground, and cross it’s arms.

It looks… upset? If it wasn’t for my anxiety being so intense that I felt like it was tearing my body apart, I think I might have chuckled. It is quite a funny scene if you think about it.

I massage my face with my left hand, and then retighten my pony-tail. I let two bangs hang down either side of my face - my typical style - and make sure my shoes are tied. When everything seems to be in order, I stare at the goblins to the point where I don’t blink, and begin to creep forward.

I once again tighten the grip I have with my sword, and for the first time since seeing these beasts, I walk into the light, my face stern and cold. Once my foot touches the lit area, I start running towards the goblins.

When they here my footsteps, the two taller goblins quickly turn, and let out a nasty, evil shriek.