Chapter 10 Black Dot

In the sky, there was this huge thing. A huge fireball of some sort. That's what we called the Sun. In the sky, then again, there were also these big masses of white wool extending everywhere around. These were called the clouds.

Clouds were the ones floating and mingling themselves into one another. The wool seemed to be motionless, but upon closer observation, it was actually moving. The clouds were up there too, as they were floating in the sky. All of this amusing scenery took place under the sun, in the wide, blue sky.

I liked it all—except the sun. It was a bad guy, it wouldn't let me take a peek at it. Try as I might, I never really could see a good, clear picture of it with my eyes. No matter how much I asked him not to—just… do these sun-rays attacks to my eyes, it wouldn't listen. Really, I insisted. But no can do, the sun was persistent, it kept attacking me.

The result was that now, everywhere I tried to look, I saw a black dot hindering my sight. Weird, right? Should I be calling a doctor? "Sun, sun, sun… you motherless… bastard!" I wasn't really angry, but it was fun to play like this, voicing the swordsman's words I was told moments ago.

"What'd you do to my eyes?! Grr!" Yes, I burned my retina. That blind spot the sun gave me was annoying for real, though. So maybe I was slightly angry, now that I think about it. "All right, you... sun of a sun! Now you've gone too far," I said, unsheathing my blade and pointing it to the sky. "Haah! Take this!" My sword drew lines in the sky, but seeing I didn't do so much as a scratch on that fireball, I laughed, defeated. "I'm not defeated!" I yelled at the sun. "It's just a tie!" I didn't scratch him, and he didn't scratch me. For that only reason, I was willing to back down from my battle against the huge star.

What about the black dot, you ask? Wasn't that more than a scratch? Well, I always have Mana Perception, so I could see just fine. No scratch, no scratch. 0-0. Goodbye, sun.

Here I was, in an alley. The same alley that permitted entrance in the restaurant. Behind me were the grand doors I'd just exited by. Here I was, under the sun. My path stood in front of me. "Let's go on ahead," I cheered myself on, taking my very first steps out in the wild.

Bricks were laid out on the ground. They stretched far away in the distance, forming paths and roads for the people to take. I was the man stomping on them as I followed the road. The road came to a turn and I turned left. "Oh," I observed. "So the noises were coming from there, huh."