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Huh, small crowd. Maybe people liked it better when the main character was
me pretending to be Utsuho. Or maybe nobody expects this one to ever be updated. Well, the author is on an odd schedule, so it makes perfect sense.
Though, what doesn’t make sense is that of what was received, both seem to expect a tree to somehow move and not be spotted. Trees normally don’t move, do they? And wouldn’t you maybe notice one if it was? I mean, staying put after the ground falls out from under me is nothing, but moving? Maybe you guys should schedule a meeting with your doc or something.
Toramaru slowly floats away, still checking back in this direction every so often. When she’s not looking, I turn into a bee. Sadly, due to the conservation of mass, this in one dense fucking bee, and I drop down into the pit like a.. well, a hundred-pound bee. I turn back to normal before I hit the ground, sure, but Toramaru’s bound to take notice of the hideous buzzing sound I was making before the switch. Bees buzz, you know. And dense bees buzz densely. Don’t ask me how that makes sense, it just does.
Making a torch out of the plank of wood I’ve been given and some loose odds and ends (read, burning dust mites), I freely explore the pit. Nearing the bottom, it opens up into a cave-like hole in the ground. One may normally suppose that such a dark and ominous feature carved into the earth by ages upon ages of flowing water could only be a cave. But don’t let that fool you, I’ve seen worms with mouths easily twice this size. …Or read about them. It’s been ages since that moment in my life, so I can only assume I’ve seen one.
Upon further investigation, it would appear that this is not the maw of a giant worm or something similar, but a bona fide cave system. Above me, the sky goes dark. What little of the sky that I can see in this pit, of course. Seems somebody’s filling it in around me, so inside the cave I go!
Further on down, I encounter some weird objects that I will refrain from describing, seeing as they have little or nothing to do with the plot. Deeper still, I come across some kind of underground city. And tens of thousands of pointy spears aimed directly at my head. Seems somebody was expecting company.
“Let her go, it’s not her!” calls a voice from behind this wall of soldier-like thugs. They drop their weapons, a few offer up apologetic mutters, and everybody goes on their way. Except of course for me and one other woman.
She smiles, “Betcha didn’t see that coming.”
“No. And I’m sure any sane person wouldn’t.” I reply dryly, eager to either find my way out of this mess or press onward. I don’t really like being held up when I’m trying to explore something, and one thing I’m desperately trying not to explore are the thoughts in this woman’s head.
“…” She falls silent, studying me like a germ under a microscope. Again, don’t question my knowledge of technology. I read books, you know!
With a grin, she finally answers, “True, but you wouldn’t find any sane people willing to live in a cave, would you?”
“Before we get to far into this conversation,” I interrupt her, “Mind pointing me to the exit?”
“There are no exits!” She says, laughing as though I’d just asked her something utterly ridiculous.. Like what button turns on a computer, or what animal a chicken leg comes from. That sort of derisive laughter that would make Gandhi himself want to punch her in the face. Me being less peace-loving than him, I go ahead and whack her one. I’d probably have knocked her clear through to the center of the earth had she not been made out of solid concrete. Or at least felt like it.
“That hurt.” She says, rubbing her gut where I’d supposedly punched her. “That reeeally hurt.”
“I would hope it did.” I make ready for a fight.
She points into the village, “Exit’s over there.”
“…” Wait, “Didn’t I just punch you?”
“Yep, and not too shabby, I should say.” She smiles at me like I’m some piss-pants little brat, or maybe that’s just how she smiles at everybody, “You should come drinking with us some time.”