Motohama: Multiverse Chat Group

The next morning in Kuoh Town promised a day of ordinary high school routine—except, for Motohama, "ordinary" had long since evolved into a comedic tightrope walk between devil-infested hallways and cosmic chat group duties. By this point, he'd accepted that any day could pivot from solving math problems to unleashing Kamehameha blasts in distant worlds.

Still, the comedic tension was especially heightened that day. The Chat Group system had teased a new mission in Emilia's world—Lugnica, from Re\:Zero—and the rumor was the kingdom had begun experiencing freak weather phenomena. Emilia, with her half-elf heritage and ice-aligned magic, would presumably play a central role.

## Morning Oddities at Kuoh Academy

Motohama woke to the usual system chime, blearily opening the chat interface on his phone. He found a swirl of messages from Kazuma, Kamijou Touma, Fujiwara Chika, Kanae Kocho—and, of course, from Emilia herself:

Emilia: "Hello, everyone! I hope you're doing well. We've had some strange reports of unseasonal blizzards forming near the capital in my world. The knights are on high alert, and Puck is worried about potential magical disruptions. I'd be so grateful if some of you could come over and help investigate!"

Fujiwara Chika: "Sounds like a job for comedic synergy! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Let's do it!"

Kazuma: "Another mission? I'm still sore from the last fiasco with the Dullahan. But if we're needed, I guess I'm in. Maybe there's a reward."

Kamijou Touma: "I'm game, if it doesn't happen to blow up my city in the process."

Amid the comedic bustle, Motohama couldn't ignore the uneasy prickle at the back of his neck. Extreme weather disruptions in a fantasy world typically meant high-stakes conflicts. But if Emilia needed them, he wouldn't hesitate to help. *First though,* he reminded himself, *I've got classes.*

He scarfed down a quick breakfast, pulled on his uniform, and headed off to Kuoh Academy.

### A Quirky Encounter with Issei and Matsuda

Before classes began, Motohama bumped into Issei and Matsuda near the school gates. The comedic tension was immediate—they always seemed to be scheming about new ways to peep on the girls' gym class or gather "vital data" for their perverted pursuits.

"Yo, Motohama!" Issei called, brandishing a playful grin. "You free after school? Matsuda and I found a new vantage spot by the tennis courts—"

Motohama cut him off with a nervous chuckle. "Uh, I'd love to, guys, but I might have… errands." He tried not to visualize his so-called errands: traveling to a parallel dimension to help quell a magical snowstorm.

Matsuda frowned. "You've been acting weird lately. Always skipping out on our usual traditions. Are you secretly dating someone?"

"Dating? No way!" Motohama deflected, face reddening. The comedic irony that, in truth, he was juggling cosmic missions and devils overshadowed the notion of teenage romance. "I just… have a part-time job. You know, gotta earn some cash."

Issei snickered. "Well, well, you sly dog. If you say so. But remember not to overwork yourself—life's too short to skip out on… important research."

Motohama forced an awkward laugh. "Yeah, sure."

It struck him how comedic the contrast was: Issei was on the verge of discovering his destiny as the Red Dragon Emperor, while here he was, the side character, already plunging headfirst into interdimensional adventures. *If only they knew…* he thought wryly.

### The Devil's Gaze

Between classes, Motohama couldn't help noticing how Koneko and Kiba would occasionally glance his way. A stray flicker of Ki must've slipped during a mundane moment, or maybe they were simply curious about his recent change in demeanor.

Yet, comedic relief as he was supposed to be, he tried to blend back into the background—agreeing with teachers half-heartedly, scribbling notes that flew past his mind, and ignoring Matsuda's elbow nudges whenever a cute classmate walked by.

As the lunch bell rang, he stepped out of the classroom. Before he could decide on whether to face the cafeteria's questionable curry, the Chat Group interface pinged softly within his mind:

System: "The mission in Emilia's world is approaching. Please assemble at the HQ at your earliest convenience. Time will pause in your local dimension."

He exhaled, a comedic swirl of relief and anxiety. *Guess it's mission time.*

With an internal command, he activated the teleporter, and the hallway around him blurred. The next second, he was gone—no time for devils to wonder, no chance for Issei to demand an explanation. Kuoh Academy's timeline paused mid-lunch, leaving behind only a faint swirl of glimmering light in his wake.

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## A Frosty Summons

Stepping into the grand lobby of the Chat Group headquarters felt like entering a modern fantasy fortress. Towering screens flashed announcements of new missions, rank updates, and comedic group events ("Dance Battle: Fujiwara vs. Kazuma Round 2!" scrolled by at one point).

Already waiting for him were Kazuma, Kamijou Touma, Kanae Kocho, and Fujiwara Chika, each sporting their own brand of comedic tension.

Fujiwara waved frantically. "Mote-chin! Over here! We were just about to start the briefing!"

He joined them at a round table where a holographic display of Emilia's world spun slowly. At the head of the table stood Emilia, looking elegant yet worried, accompanied by Subaru—who, ironically, was also part of the chat group but only occasionally active.

Subaru shot Motohama a welcoming grin. "So we finally meet, Motohama-san! Emilia's told me about your, uh, interesting abilities."

Motohama gave a small bow. "Likewise. I've heard… quite a bit about you too." He tried not to snicker, recalling some comedic aspects of Subaru's repeated death loops. The poor guy had been through a lot.

Emilia cleared her throat, her soft voice carrying a polite urgency. "Thank you all for coming. We've got unseasonal snowstorms forming near the Lugnica capital. No one's sure what's causing them. The knights suspect it might be a magical distortion or a lost relic that's reactivated."

Subaru nodded, arms crossed. "It's weird. The storms aren't constant but come and go, sometimes dumping piles of snow, other times just chilling the air. The weirdest part is that the snow doesn't melt quickly, even in direct sunlight. Puck senses an unnatural energy behind it."

Kanae Kocho placed a hand to her chin, contemplative. "A magical phenomenon that defies nature… could be dangerous, especially if it spreads."

Touma, ever the pragmatic hero, chimed in. "So we investigate, find the source, and neutralize it, right?"

Emilia nodded. "I'll guide you there. The capital's officials are wary but will allow us to operate since they know me… though they might be cautious about outsiders."

Fujiwara pumped a fist. "Don't worry, we'll use comedic synergy to charm them all!"

Kazuma muttered something about comedic synergy rarely helping with frozen toes, but Motohama was too busy scanning the mission details on the holographic panel. The reward for success included a chunk of credits and unique magical crystals—tempting, but overshadowed by the potential comedic fiasco waiting in a land of swords and magic.

Finally, Motohama steeled himself. "All right, let's get to it. Emilia, lead the way."

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## Arrival in Lugnica

A swirl of white light signaled their mass teleportation. When it cleared, Motohama found himself and the others standing on a cobblestone street. Tall, medieval-style buildings surrounded them, their rooftops frosted with a thin layer of snow despite the bright sky overhead. The air was crisp, and the few passersby shot the group curious glances.

Subaru pointed toward a grand palace in the distance. "That's the royal castle, but we don't need to go there just yet. Let's head to a guild hall first to gather info."

Emilia nodded, leading them through the winding streets. The comedic contrast of modern clothes—like Kazuma's hoodie or Touma's casual jeans—against the fantasy backdrop drew stares, but no one openly challenged them, given Emilia's local celebrity status.

As they approached the guild hall, Motohama noticed flakes drifting from the sky—snow, despite the sun shining overhead. He touched one, expecting it to melt on contact with his warm hand, but it lingered unnaturally long, as if repelling his body heat. "Weird," he murmured.

Fujiwara tried catching snowflakes on her tongue, then made a face. "Ugh, tastes like… nothing. Where's the comedic flavor, huh?"

The guild hall's doors swung open, revealing a bustling interior—tables with adventurers comparing notes, a big quest board, and a roaring fireplace that curiously didn't banish the chill. A man in armor waved Emilia over.

"Lady Emilia," the man greeted with a respectful nod. "We've had scattered reports of storms forming near the Great Elm Forest just east of the capital. Strange creatures have been spotted—ice elementals, maybe."

Emilia's brow furrowed. "Ice elementals? They're not usually aggressive unless provoked. That means someone or something might be controlling them."

Subaru scratched his head. "Sounds like a job for fearless—and comedic—heroes, right guys?"

Kazuma rolled his eyes. "I suppose."

Touma spoke up. "We should check it out ASAP, before it worsens."

Motohama nodded. The comedic synergy was overshadowed by a growing sense of urgency—something about this unnatural cold felt heavy, like a storm about to break.

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## The Great Elm Forest

After gathering supplies—thick cloaks and additional potions courtesy of Kanae Kocho's alchemy know-how—the group set out from the capital. The cobblestone roads gave way to snowy pathways, each step crunching beneath them.

The comedic banter persisted, though. Kazuma complained about the cold, Fujiwara challenged Subaru to see who could collect the most "cute ice creature pictures" on their phones, and Touma kept cautioning them not to slip. Emilia tried to maintain decorum, her cheeks pink from the chill, while Motohama kept a wary eye out for any sign of movement.

As they neared the forest's entrance—looming trees layered with thick, glittering snow—an eerie hush fell over the surroundings. The wind picked up, swirling flakes into a ghostly dance. Motohama noticed Puck, the cat spirit, perched on Emilia's shoulder, fur puffed against the cold.

Puck's tiny voice echoed in Motohama's mind, courtesy of spirit communication. "You all sense it, right? This storm's not natural. Be on guard."

Then came a low, distant growl. The group halted. Out from behind a cluster of snow-laden evergreens lurked a hulking form of ice—a creature shaped vaguely like a wolf, its fur bristling with frozen shards.

Fujiwara squealed in delight mixed with horror. "It's so… sparkly! But also terrifying!"

Kazuma readied his sword, shivering. "An ice wolf? Great, just what we need."

Touma stepped forward, right hand raised. "I'll handle the first strike if it lunges."

But the wolf, bizarrely, merely snarled a warning before turning and loping deeper into the forest, leaving a trail of icy footprints. Subaru blinked. "It's… leading us somewhere?"

Kanae Kocho narrowed her eyes. "Could be a trap."

Emilia glanced at Puck. "But if we don't follow, we'll never unravel this mystery."

Motohama nodded. "All right, let's see where it goes. Everyone, stay alert."

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## A Maze of Snowfall

Venturing deeper into the Great Elm Forest, the snowfall thickened, forming walls of white that reduced visibility. Motohama felt the comedic tension fade into genuine unease. The path seemed to shift, as if the forest itself were rearranging to confound them.

Kazuma huddled under his cloak. "We're definitely lost."

Fujiwara tried to turn the situation comedic by skipping through the drifts, but she soon slipped and fell face-first into the snow, emerging with a squeal. Subaru helped her up, laughing despite the chill.

"You okay?" Subaru asked.

Fujiwara wiped her red nose. "Sure… I meant to do that. Comedic gag!"

Touma frowned. "This is taking too long. We might freeze if we don't hurry."

Emilia raised a hand, a gentle pulse of magic emanating from her palm. Icicles in the branches above jingled, responding to her power. "I'm trying to sense the flow of mana, but it's… scrambled."

Suddenly, the ice wolf from earlier reappeared, growling at them from a small clearing up ahead. It took a step forward, paused, then dashed off again.

Motohama exchanged glances with the others. "It really wants us to follow. Let's trust our gut here."

Reluctantly, the party continued the chase, weaving through towering elms. Their comedic commentary waned as exhaustion set in. The swirl of snow grew dizzying, like a living blizzard. Motohama noticed that even his Ki felt dampened by the cold.

That's when they stumbled upon an enormous frozen lake in the middle of the forest. The ice shimmered with a faint blue glow, and at its center rose a structure of jagged icicles—almost like a fortress.

The ice wolf bounded onto the lake, then turned to face them, barking once.

Kazuma scowled. "Well, that's definitely ominous."

Emilia's violet eyes gleamed with worry. "I sense powerful magic here. This must be the source."

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## The Ice Fortress and Its Guardian

They approached cautiously, footsteps crunching on the thin layer of snow atop the ice. At the fortress's entrance—an archway of razor-sharp icicles—stood a tall figure in robes of swirling frost. Their face was obscured by a hood, from which plumes of mist escaped.

Fujiwara whispered. "Creepy."

Subaru raised his voice. "Hey, are you responsible for these storms?"

A low laugh echoed, reverberating in the cold air. "Intruders. I am Gelida, keeper of this ancient relic. Begone, or be consumed by eternal winter."

Touma stepped forward, brandishing his right hand. "We're not leaving until we figure out what's going on. Emilia's kingdom is suffering."

Gelida lifted an arm, conjuring swirling shards of ice. "Suffering will continue until the rightful queen of ice reclaims her throne. I merely obey the relic's will."

Emilia flinched. "Rightful queen of ice…? I—" She exchanged a confused look with Subaru.

Without warning, Gelida launched a barrage of razor-sharp icicles at the group. Kamijou Touma dashed in front, his Imagine Breaker hand neutralizing a portion of the barrage, while Subaru and Kazuma scattered to dodge. Motohama blocked several shards with a burst of Ki, a comedic squeak escaping as one nearly grazed his ear.

Fujiwara screeched, scrambling behind a chunk of frozen debris. "This is no joke!"

Kanae Kocho gracefully sidestepped the hail of ice, unsheathing her blade. "If negotiation won't work, we'll have to subdue them."

Emilia took a deep breath, summoning her own ice magic in a swirl of frosty wind. "I don't want to fight you, but I can't let you keep harming innocent people!"

Gelida snarled. "Then prove your claim, half-elf pretender!"

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## A Comedic Yet Chilling Duel

What followed was a tense standoff with comedic undertones, as the group tried to coordinate their efforts on the slick ice. Motohama found himself sliding around every time he tried to power up—his golden aura flickering in and out. "This is insane!" he shouted, arms windmilling as he nearly wiped out.

Kazuma, ironically, managed a comedic approach: he cast a stolen skill to freeze his boots to the ice, preventing him from slipping, though he nearly pinned himself in one spot. "Uh, guys, I might be stuck!"

Meanwhile, Fujiwara rummaged in her bag, pulling out a pink blowdryer—some random comedic item from the HQ she'd borrowed. She tried blasting warm air at incoming icicles. "Take that!" she hollered, though it only melted a few.

Emilia dueled Gelida head-on, launching spears of ice that clashed with the ancient relic's magic. Each collision created a thunderous crack that echoed across the frozen lake. Puck assisted, forming protective gusts of wind to shield her.

Touma attempted to close in on Gelida, determined to nullify the swirling magic. "Just need to grab that relic or whatever's powering them," he muttered. But Gelida twisted away, forming a jagged pillar of ice that slammed into Touma, knocking him back.

Kanae Kocho seized the opening, darting behind Gelida with a fluid slash. Her blade grazed Gelida's robe, releasing a shimmer of frost magic that forced her to retreat. The comedic idea of a demon-slayer fighting an ancient ice mage was overshadowed by the real danger.

Motohama finally steadied himself. He inhaled, focusing his Ki. A swirl of golden light enveloped him, more subdued than a full transformation but still potent. He launched a volley of energy blasts that slammed into the icicle fortress, fracturing part of its structure.

Gelida hissed. "So, you command energy akin to the sun… No matter, the relic's power is absolute!"

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## Breaking the Relic

As shards of ice rained down, Emilia closed her eyes, feeling for the artifact's center. Through her half-elf senses and contract with Puck, she sensed a throbbing core of magic within the fortress—an ancient gem fueling the storms.

She shouted to Subaru, "We have to destroy that relic! Otherwise, the storms won't stop!"

Subaru nodded, heart pounding. "Leave it to me! Kazuma, cover me!"

Kazuma wrenched his boots free from the ice with comedic effort. "Argh, fine!" He brandished his sword, deflecting icicles as Subaru sprinted toward the fortress entrance. A swirling blizzard formed around them, courtesy of Gelida's panicked defense. "No intruders shall pass!"

Touma and Kanae Kocho dashed in, drawing Gelida's focus with close-quarters attacks. Meanwhile, Motohama soared up with a burst of Ki, taking advantage of the short flight to crash down onto the fortress roof. He almost slid off in comedic fumbling, but at least he broke a hole in the top, revealing a chamber below.

Subaru clambered inside through a side entrance, guided by faint glimmers of the relic's aura. The interior was a swirling vortex of freezing wind. At its center lay an ornate pedestal supporting a crystal shaped like a teardrop, glowing pale blue.

"It's here!" Subaru called, teeth chattering. "We gotta break it!"

Fujiwara popped up behind him, blowdryer in hand. "I'll help!" She unleashed a burst of hot air, comedic but surprisingly effective at pushing back the swirling frost. Subaru lunged forward and slammed the crystal with all his might—and promptly yelped as a shockwave of cold threw him backward.

"Need more force!" he gasped, sprawled on the icy floor.

Enter Motohama, smashing down through the roof, nearly landing on Subaru. "Whoops! Sorry!" He righted himself and glared at the crystal. "Stand back, I'll handle this."

He cupped his hands, channeling that familiar wave of Ki. A comedic voice in his head teased that blasting ancient relics with a Kamehameha might not be the most subtle approach, but there was no time for nuance.

"Kame…hame…HA!"

A beam of golden-blue energy erupted, striking the relic dead-center. The crystal vibrated violently, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface. Subaru quickly tackled Fujiwara to shield her from the backlash.

Outside, Gelida shrieked as the fortress quaked. "No… NO!"

Within seconds, the relic shattered in a brilliant explosion of ice shards and frosty magic. The fortress walls groaned, entire spires collapsing. Motohama shielded his face as the storm's fury erupted in one final gust, then subsided in an uncanny hush.

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## The Aftermath

When the dust settled, the fortress was half-collapsed, leaving only a ring of jagged ice. The swirling blizzard vanished, revealing a clear sky overhead. Gelida lay on the ground, robes torn, their magical aura all but gone.

Emilia rushed over, kneeling beside the fallen figure. Puck hovered protectively. "Why did you do this?" she asked softly.

Gelida rasped, "The relic… promised… the rightful queen… a resurgence of… old ways."

Emilia's eyes misted with sorrow. "I'm no queen, but I want peace for Lugnica."

The hooded figure let out a final ragged breath before dissolving into flakes of snow that blew away on the wind. Subaru placed a hand on Emilia's shoulder in comfort, while the rest of the group slowly gathered, each nursing minor bruises and comedic slip-ups.

Fujiwara sighed, wiping sweat from her brow despite the lingering chill. "We did it, huh?"

Kazuma groaned, "Yeah. Next time, can we fight in a warm desert or something?"

Touma managed a small grin. "What matters is that the storms should stop now."

Emilia rose, regal yet tired. "Thank you… all of you. Lugnica is safe again, thanks to your help."

Motohama felt a wave of relief, comedic tension unwinding in his chest. Another mission accomplished, another cross-world crisis averted. He noticed the ice wolf from before lingering at the edge of the clearing. Meeting his gaze, it gave a solemn nod—like an acknowledgment of mutual respect—before fading into the depths of the forest.

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## Celebrations and Reflections

Back in the capital, local knights and villagers looked on in astonishment as the weather normalized. The snow in the streets quickly melted under the returning warmth of the sun. Emilia's group was welcomed back to the guild hall like heroes.

A celebration naturally followed—more subdued than the boisterous feasts in Kazuma's world, but heartfelt nonetheless. They gathered in a rustic tavern, sipping warm drinks and savoring freshly baked bread. The comedic antics returned with Kazuma occasionally complaining about the taste, Fujiwara challenging Subaru to a "drinking game" with non-alcoholic spiced cider, and Touma politely refusing a second helping of stew because "I might slip into a food coma."

Emilia approached Motohama, her eyes reflecting gratitude. "Your Ki blast was amazing. I've never seen anything like it."

He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "Glad it worked. I'm still new to using it so freely."

"Still, you risked yourself for a world that isn't yours," she said softly. "That speaks volumes about you."

Motohama felt a blush creep up. "Well, you've all done as much for me—this chat group is like… a weird, comedic family."

Subaru, having overheard, bumped Motohama's arm. "We're counting on you to keep that comedic synergy strong. I gotta say, you've got some real protagonist vibes, you know that?"

"Me? Nah," Motohama protested with a laugh. "I'm used to being the side character."

Kazuma overheard too, rolling his eyes. "Side character, my foot. You're overshadowing half of us at this point."

That statement hung in the air, comedic but laced with truth. Motohama's destiny was swiftly outgrowing the comedic cameo he once had in High School DxD.

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## Another Mission Complete

They returned to the Chat Group HQ, the system automatically pausing the Re\:Zero world's timeline once they departed. After the swirl of light subsided, the group stood in the familiar high-tech lobby. A chime signaled their success:

> Mission Complete: Frosted Threat in Emilia's World

> Rewards have been distributed.

Motohama opened his panel:

> You received 40 credits!

> Bonus: Ice Rune Shard (Can enhance cold-based resistance)

He closed the panel, satisfied. The comedic synergy had done it again.

Emilia and Subaru waved goodbye, heading to their personal lounge in the tower to decompress. Touma, Kazuma, and Kanae Kocho excused themselves to get some rest.

Fujiwara, still brimming with energy, latched onto Motohama's arm. "Let's go celebrate, Mote-chin! Karaoke? Or maybe we can check out the new comedic mini-golf area on Floor 10?"

Motohama laughed, feeling the day's fatigue. "I'm actually a bit wiped out. Maybe next time?"

Fujiwara pouted but relented. "Fine, party pooper. I'll just go bug Kazuma instead. He's always good for comedic meltdown."

He shook his head in amusement as she dashed off. In the short time he'd been part of this group, he'd grown fond of the comedic chaos, the heroic camaraderie, the sense of belonging. Yet, a lingering unease gnawed at him: back home in DxD, the fallen angels might be plotting, the devils might be stirring, and Issei's storyline was creeping forward toward significant revelations.

Still, for the moment, he was content. Another mission complete, another day saved, another comedic bond forged.

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## The Late-Night Debrief

After a quick shower in the HQ's unbelievably well-appointed baths, Motohama found himself in a quiet reading lounge. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the Chat Group World's cityscape—gleaming skyscrapers, neon lights, and high-tech billboards promoting everything from potions to comedic cosplay events.

He opened the group chat to see any new updates:

Kanae Kocho: "Everyone did well today. If you need a healing salve, come see me."

Fujiwara Chika: "Let's plan a comedic event tomorrow—maybe a conga line across the entire HQ!"

Kazuma: "I am NOT doing that."

Touma: "Lol. I'm going to rest. Goodnight."

Emilia: "Thank you all so much! Lugnica is safe, and the storms have stopped. You're welcome anytime!"

Motohama typed a short reply:

Motohama: "Glad we could help, Emilia. Everyone, good job. Let's rest up."

Shutting the phone interface, he leaned back on a plush sofa, exhaling softly. So far, being a reincarnator had been one comedic rollercoaster after another. Missions across worlds, forging alliances with iconic anime characters, battling undead or ancient relic guardians—it was more than he'd ever dreamed possible.

But what did it all mean for his place in High School DxD's storyline? The comedic side of him couldn't resist picturing how Rias and Akeno would react if they discovered he could transform into a Super Saiyan. Or if Issei realized his nerdy friend was traveling worlds, saving them from ruin. The comedic meltdown would be glorious, but also terrifying.

For now, he contented himself with one certainty: thanks to the Chat Group, he wasn't alone. And for a high school side character, that was enough to change fate itself.

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## Back to Kuoh and the Promise of Tomorrow

With a final glance at the shimmering cityscape, Motohama activated the system's return function. The lounge melted away, replaced by his modest bedroom in Kuoh Town, the clock on his desk reading the same time he'd left. As though no time had passed at all.

He sank onto his bed, heart still pounding from the day's exertions. Another world saved, another comedic escapade survived. *Tomorrow, I'll pick up my slice-of-life routine again—pretending to be normal while devils roam the school.*