Motohama: Multiverse Chat Group

Motohama woke to the persistent beep of his alarm clock, the digits screaming that he had five minutes before he needed to sprint for Kuoh Academy. Groaning, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Despite all the cosmic adventures and comedic chaos he had faced in other worlds, nothing could rival the dread of nearly missing homeroom.

He stumbled out of bed and into his uniform, half-mindedly noting that he still bore a few scrapes from his latest mission. Even though time froze in his dimension while he tackled crises elsewhere, the fatigue on his body remained very real. *At least I didn't blow my cover this time,* he mused, recalling the close calls with devils at his school.

By the time he slipped through the academy gates, the comedic tension of ordinary high school life hit him again. Students rushed to homeroom, teachers hurried to finalize attendance logs, and a handful of bleary-eyed classmates yawned in sync. Motohama spotted Issei and Matsuda huddled near the shoe lockers, whispering conspiratorially. He wasn't curious enough to ask—he had far bigger secrets.

### Tension in the Air

As the morning classes dragged on, Motohama felt an odd prickling along the back of his neck. Whether it was some supernatural sense or just paranoia, he couldn't shake the feeling that a silent threat lurked in the halls. The system had hinted that the fallen angels were growing active, possibly scouting out potential Sacred Gear users. If they found Issei, who was basically a magnet for trouble, the comedic meltdown might escalate to lethal levels.

He glanced at the clock anxiously. If something did happen, how would he intervene without revealing his Saiyan powers? *Maybe I can just nudge the storyline,* he told himself, *enough to keep Issei alive without rewriting fate completely.* The comedic irony of being simultaneously a side character and a behind-the-scenes guardian wasn't lost on him.

Eventually, lunchtime arrived. Motohama had just moved to get up from his desk when Koneko Toujou appeared in the doorway, carrying a quiet yet palpable presence. She locked eyes with him for a split second, her expression unreadable, then turned away as if dismissing him altogether.

*She's definitely suspicious,* he thought, swallowing hard. The comedic precariousness of maintaining a double life weighed on him, but he forced a casual demeanor, picking up his bento and scurrying off to the cafeteria.

### A Midday Break—Interrupted

By the time he reached the cafeteria, his phone chimed with the all-too-familiar Chat Group jingle:

System Notification: "Attention, Motohama: The Chat Group requests your presence in the HQ for a mandatory group assembly. Timeline in your world will pause upon departure."

He sighed. *There goes lunch.* With a swift mental command, he accepted the summons. Mid-step, the world around him blurred—students froze mid-bite, cafeteria clamor halted mid-clink. In less than a heartbeat, Motohama found himself standing in the soaring lobby of the Chat Group headquarters.

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## A Gathering of Friends

The towering glass-and-steel lobby buzzed with a relaxed energy that could only be described as a "welcome calm." Dozens of chat group members—some recognizable from cameo anime roles, others from mainstream hits—strolled about, each radiating relief.

Near a large digital screen listing the day's announcements, Fujiwara Chika, Kazuma, Kamijou Touma, Kanae Kocho, and Emilia had gathered in a small cluster. When Motohama appeared, Fujiwara waved her arms as if signaling an airplane to land.

"Mote-chin!" she called, voice echoing through the expansive room. "We've been waiting for you! There's going to be a group assembly—some big announcement from the system."

Kazuma rolled his eyes. "Big announcement usually means big trouble, but apparently this time it's just a social gathering."

Touma gave a small shrug. "A break can't hurt. We've been hopping between crises non-stop."

Emilia nodded, her silver hair swishing gracefully. "It's nice to catch our breath, especially after that ice fortress incident in my world." She turned to Motohama, offering a warm smile. "Glad you could join us."

Motohama grinned back. "I didn't really have a choice—my phone practically teleported me the moment the summons came."

Kanae Kocho, always serene, added, "It's a chance for everyone to rest and bond, according to the system logs. No missions for the next twenty-four hours."

That statement sent a ripple of relief through Motohama. Though comedic chaos often followed them, the prospect of an official day off from interdimensional crises felt like a gift from the comedic gods.

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## The Assembly in the Sky Ballroom

Following the digital prompts that guided them upward, the group took an elevator to one of the HQ's highest floors: the Sky Ballroom. As the doors parted, they stepped into a massive, glass-encased chamber that offered breathtaking panoramas of the Chat Group World's skyline—a futuristic cityscape brimming with neon lights and curved architecture.

Countless other members—both cameo characters and well-known anime protagonists—were already there, mingling near buffet tables or admiring the sweeping view. A central dais had been set up, from which a system-generated avatar in a neat suit addressed the crowd.

"Welcome, Chat Group members!" the avatar began in a cheery, almost comedic pitch. "The system acknowledges your tireless efforts across multiple worlds, saving kingdoms, repelling demons, and forging alliances. Today is a special respite: the official Chat Group Unity Day! Enjoy the festivities, meet new friends, and strengthen the bonds that cross dimensions!"

Fujiwara clapped wildly. "Woohoo, party time!"

Kazuma raised a brow. "Unity Day, huh? Never heard of it, but I won't complain if there's free food."

Touma let out a small chuckle. "We can all use a break from being punching bags for cosmic threats."

Motohama's stomach rumbled in comedic timing. He spied a long buffet table heaped with delicacies from countless anime worlds—ramen, fantasy roasts, giant turkey legs, mochi of every flavor, and more. "Let's go," he grinned.

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## Comedic Chaos at the Buffet

The group wove through throngs of chatting members, eventually reaching the buffet. Overhead, holographic ribbons floated in mid-air, shifting colors to match the gentle background music.

Emilia took a plate and immediately spotted a dish resembling a delicate fruit tart, topped with bright purple berries. "These look lovely," she said, scooping one up.

Fujiwara gushed at the array of desserts. "It's like the sweet festival from Kaguya-sama's spin-off dream sequences! I need three plates just for the cakes!"

Motohama grabbed a sturdy tray—there were just too many options. He loaded up on curry bread from a certain comedic isekai, sticky dango from who knew where, and a suspiciously glowing beverage labeled "Mana Soda."

Kazuma snatched a skewer of grilled monster meat. "Finally, something from my world that isn't fish sauce," he muttered, recalling Fujiwara's infamous pranks. Meanwhile, Touma tried to limit himself to a modest portion, ever mindful of comedic potential.

As they piled their plates, a burst of laughter erupted nearby. A tall swordsman, recognized by many as Guts from Berserk, was actually doubling over in a rare moment of comedic relief as a slime from another anime attempted to snag his plate. The tension of so many mismatched worlds coexisting brought out all kinds of comedic mini-sketches.

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## Quirky Introductions and Surprising Guests

Once suitably armed with plates of delicacies, Motohama's group found a spot near the glass wall, where lounge chairs and small tables afforded a splendid view of the city below. Between bites, they people-watched, marveling at the bizarre crossovers.

"That over there," Touma said, pointing with a half-eaten rice ball, "isn't that Levi from Attack on Titan, chatting with Levi Ackerman from the same show? Wait, there's two of them?!"

Fujiwara squinted, comedic confusion crossing her face. "Parallel versions, maybe? The system's instructions did say multiple timeline variants could join."

Kazuma shrugged. "Makes sense. This place is basically a cosmic lounge."

A moment later, a short girl in a demon-slaying uniform approached their table with a shy smile. Recognizing her, Kanae Kocho greeted the newcomer with a polite bow. "Kanao, so nice to see you here."

The timid demon slayer simply nodded, eyes darting between the group and the bustling room. Fujiwara promptly pulled Kanao into an impromptu hug. "Come, join us for comedic synergy!"

Motohama stifled a laugh. The entire scene felt surreal—like a dream in which every anime character existed side by side, nibbling pastries and sipping tea in a giant glass ballroom.

### Unexpected Familiar Faces

He nearly dropped his plate when he noticed a familiar voice behind him:

"Motohama? Is that you?"

Spinning around, he came face to face with Saji Genshirou—another devil-affiliated student from Kuoh Academy. Except this Saji was wearing a Chat Group ID tag around his neck, signifying he, too, was a member from some alternate timeline. The comedic possibilities were endless.

"Uh, hi?" Motohama stammered, uncertain how to handle this cross-timeline collision.

Saji grinned sheepishly. "Didn't expect to see you here. My timeline is a bit different—I guess you're from the one where you awakened that Saiyan power, huh?"

He gave a hesitant nod, mind spinning. *So the system must have recruited different versions of the same characters from alternate universes. Great, comedic confusion times ten.*

Before Motohama could formulate a proper response, the system avatar's voice rang out from the central dais, beckoning everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, and all beings from across the multiverse—thank you for attending Unity Day! Our next activity is a group-building event in the Chat Group World's newest addition: The Cloud Garden Resort. All are invited to relax, enjoy spa treatments, and maybe try your luck at the arcade. Transportation portals will open momentarily!"

A cheer rose from the crowd.

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## The Cloud Garden Resort

Shortly after, a series of large shimmering portals materialized along the ballroom walls. One by one, groups of members stepped through, emerging on the other side with excited gasps. Following the flow, Motohama and friends joined a line.

Upon stepping into the portal, they found themselves in an impossibly vast garden perched atop floating platforms high in the sky. Cotton-candy-like clouds drifted around lush greenery, exotic flowers, and winding streams. The comedic wonderland vibe was amplified by whimsical music drifting from hidden speakers.

Wide marble walkways led to different amenities: a sprawling hot-spring spa, a giant hedge maze rumored to contain comedic illusions, an open-air arcade with all manner of carnival games, and small cafes tucked into flower-laden courtyards.

"Now this is what I call a break," Kazuma exclaimed, stretching his arms. "Hot springs, here I come!"

Fujiwara squealed, scoping out a sign that promised "Cute Cloud Pets for Cuddling." She dashed off immediately, ignoring any protest.

Touma, hands in pockets, gravitated toward the arcade machines, especially the crane games. "Been ages since I had normal teen fun," he muttered.

Kanae Kocho strolled down a path lined with fragrant blossoms. "I might find a quiet spot to meditate. Join me if you wish."

Emilia remained by Motohama's side, her eyes sparkling at the shimmering clouds. "It's so beautiful here."

He nodded in awe, feeling comedic relief bubble up inside him. "Yeah… Let's explore."

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## Hot Spring Hijinks

First on the list: the hot springs. They found themselves at a sprawling pavilion of indoor and outdoor baths, each separated by tasteful screens, with steam rising gently into the open sky.

Kazuma bolted ahead, claiming a men's section. "All this tension in my shoulders from near-death experiences? Time to soak it away!" He dashed off behind a wooden door labeled *Males*.

Motohama joined him, changing into the provided yukata. The comedic tension soared when they stepped into the steaming pool to find none other than Kamijou Touma, also having chosen the men's bath.

Touma waved casually. "Gotta love the advanced technology that merges cultures from multiple worlds, huh?" He sank back, letting the water envelop him.

Kazuma sighed blissfully, leaning his head back against a smooth rock. "If only my world's hot springs had such perfect temperature control. This is heaven."

Motohama tested the water, easing himself in. The tension melted from his muscles, comedic stress drifting away in the swirl of steam. "Ahh… This beats math class any day."

A moment later, a shriek of laughter came from the women's side. Fujiwara's distinct giggle echoed through the wooden partitions. The comedic potential of accidental peeking hung in the air, but none of them dared test the Chat Group HQ's watchful eye. Likely, the system would deliver an immediate comedic punishment for such mischief.

After a few minutes of idle chatter—Kazuma bragging about his mansion, Touma recounting a comedic misadventure with Accelerator—Motohama's phone beeped. He fished it out from his yukata pocket, half expecting a new mission. Instead, it was a direct message from Emilia:

Emilia: "We're heading to the cloud petting zoo in a few minutes. Wanna join us after your soak?"

He typed back a quick reply, ignoring the beads of moisture forming on the phone's protective screen. "Sure, see you soon. Save a fluffy creature for me!"

Kazuma peered over curiously. "A cloud petting zoo? That sounds suspicious."

Motohama chuckled. "Everything in this place is suspicious, but that's part of the comedic charm, right?"

Touma nodded, rising from the water. "I'll come too—could be fun."

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## Whimsical Creatures and Comedic Encounters

Towels wrapped around their necks, the trio stepped out of the hot springs, changed back into casual clothes, and ventured to the designated "petting zoo." They found a sprawling enclosure perched on a wide cloud platform. Fluffy, white creatures resembling sheep—but with tiny wings—floated lazily among pastel flowers.

Emilia, Fujiwara, Kanae Kocho, and a few other group members were already inside, giggling as they fed the creatures small tufts of rainbow-colored hay.

"Motohama!" Fujiwara waved enthusiastically. "Look, they're so squishy!"

Emilia cradled one of the creatures, which let out a soft bleat. "It's like holding a cloud, except it's alive."

Kanae Kocho stroked another, smiling serenely. "I've never seen anything so gentle. It's quite therapeutic."

Motohama tentatively approached one, only for it to flop onto its side, revealing a bubblegum-pink belly. "They're not scared at all?"

"They're system-spawned," explained a passing caretaker NPC. "The Chat Group designed them for maximum cuteness and comedic relief."

Kazuma, true to form, scrunched his nose. "Not sure how I feel about that. I prefer my creatures less artificially adorable."

Fujiwara poked him in the ribs. "Don't be a party pooper! Pet the fluff!"

He gave in, bending down to pat one. The comedic synergy soared as the creature hummed in contentment, and Kazuma's skeptical frown cracked into a small smile.

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## Revelations and Worries

After indulging in fluffy cuddles and comedic mayhem, the group found a secluded gazebo near a cluster of tropical-looking trees. They sat on soft cushions in a semicircle, sipping iced tea that combined flavors from multiple worlds—hints of Emilia's forest herbs, a pinch of Demon Slayer medicinal leaves courtesy of Kanae, and a dash of Fujiwara's comedic sugar mania.

Emilia perched on a cushion beside Motohama. Her voice lowered thoughtfully. "All this relaxation… I'm grateful for it. But does anyone else feel like it's the calm before a storm?"

Touma, leaning against a wooden pillar, nodded. "Missions have been ramping up. We're dealing with bigger threats, crossing more worlds. It's bound to escalate."

Kazuma sighed. "It's always something, isn't it? Demon Kings, undead armies, ice fortresses… can't we just have a slice-of-life arc for once?"

Motohama's gaze drifted to the horizon, where the sky's pastel hues met the city's futuristic skyline. "I wonder if we're changing too much. In my world, the storyline is carefully balanced between devils, fallen angels, and humans. If I interfere too much, the comedic script might unravel."

Fujiwara pursed her lips, uncharacteristically serious. "But if we do nothing, your friend Issei might be in real danger… or someone else might be."

Kanae Kocho's gentle tone cut in. "We can't abandon a friend in need, but we also have to respect each world's natural progression. Perhaps the Chat Group's purpose is to find that balance."

Emilia reached out, giving Motohama's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You'll figure it out. And if you need help, we're here. That's why this Chat Group exists, right?"

He squeezed back, feeling a warmth that went beyond comedic synergy. *A weird, comedic family,* he thought. The notion comforted him.

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## An Evening Under the Stars

As twilight fell over the Cloud Garden Resort, the floating platforms shimmered with embedded lanterns. The air smelled of sweet blossoms, and the temperature dipped just enough to be pleasantly cool.

In a grand clearing near the resort's center, a stage had been set up, ringed by columns of light. Large cushions and lounge chairs dotted the area. This was the final event of the day—a relaxed open mic and stargazing session.

Kazuma promptly found a plush seat and claimed it, muttering about his back pain. Touma sat close by, indulging in a comedic competition with Fujiwara to see who could guess the shapes of the drifting clouds. Kanae Kocho chatted quietly with some demon-slaying acquaintances, discussing herbal remedies.

Meanwhile, Motohama and Emilia meandered toward a railing that overlooked the resort's edge. Far below, countless city lights glittered like a sea of stars, mirroring the actual heavens above.

Emilia exhaled in awe. "It's so peaceful… like another world entirely."

He rested his elbows on the railing, leaning forward. "After all these missions, it's easy to forget that not everything is about life-or-death battles. Sometimes, it's just about enjoying the view."

She nodded, her silver hair catching the lantern glow. "You're right."

They fell silent, letting the comedic madness recede into a gentle calm. Eventually, Motohama spoke again. "I know we'll get called to another mission soon—maybe even something bigger. But I feel… different now. Like I'm not just some comedic side character waiting for the story to happen."

Emilia smiled softly, turning to face him. "That's because you're forging your own story, your own destiny. The chat group is just the catalyst. You're the one making the choices."

A soft ping from Motohama's phone indicated a new system message, almost on cue:

> System Notification: "Attention: Unity Day will end in six hours. All personal worlds remain paused until you choose to exit. Enjoy your time."

He showed Emilia the message, and they shared a laugh.

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## Talent Show and Comedic Skits

Back at the main clearing, a small open-mic event had kicked off. Various chat group members took the stage to display talents, from sword dances to comedic stand-up. The comedic synergy soared when Kazuma was dragged onstage by Fujiwara for an impromptu rap battle, which ended in disastrous rhyme attempts and unstoppable laughter.

Touma played a guitar for a short ballad, flubbing a few chords but earning applause nonetheless. Kanae Kocho recited a gentle poem, drawing murmurs of admiration from the crowd. Emilia politely declined to perform, though Subaru from across the clearing tried to coax her into singing.

Then Fujiwara pointed her baton at Motohama. "Alright, Mote-chin! Your turn! Show us your comedic spirit!"

The crowd roared encouragingly, leaving him with no escape. With a resigned chuckle, Motohama stepped onto the stage. The comedic tension was real: *What the heck do I do?*

He spotted a microphone stand. *Maybe… I can do something silly.* Clearing his throat, he launched into a comedic retelling of his first few missions—how he discovered his Saiyan powers, messed up his first attempt at Ki control in the school stairwell, nearly got caught by Koneko, and so on.

Exaggerating every comedic stumble and slip, he had the audience in stitches, especially when he described how Fujiwara's fish-sauce pranks collided with Kazuma's isekai meltdown.

"…And that's when I realized," he concluded, striking a mock-heroic pose, "even the mightiest Saiyan can't escape comedic fate in the Chat Group!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter. Fluorescent confetti (courtesy of the system) rained down, completing the comedic spectacle. Motohama bowed dramatically, relief flooding his chest.

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## Farewell to Unity Day

As the night deepened, members began drifting back through portals to their own personal resting spaces within the HQ or returning to their original worlds. The official Unity Day wound down with a soft lullaby playing overhead. Lanterns gradually dimmed, and a hush fell over the resort.

Gathered by one of the main portals, Motohama and his close chat group circle prepared to head home. A subtle pang of melancholy tugged at him—he could get used to days like this, free of cosmic turmoil.

Kazuma yawned. "Time to crash. I've had enough comedic socializing for a lifetime."

Fujiwara stifled her own yawn. "But we have to do this again soon, promise?"

Kanae Kocho chuckled softly, slipping through the portal first. "Goodnight, everyone. May your comedic dreams be pleasant."

Touma ruffled his spiky hair. "I'll see you guys around. Who knows what new crisis is cooking?"

Emilia lingered, sharing a brief hug with Motohama. "Thank you for making today so memorable," she whispered, genuine emotion in her voice. "I feel like we all grew closer. Don't hesitate to call on me if you need help with your devils, okay?"

He nodded, touched by the sincerity. "Count on it."

With that, the group parted ways. Motohama waited until he was alone by the portal, gazing out over the resort's softly lit gardens. The comedic hustle of the day had worn him down, but in a good way—a sense of belonging warmed his heart.

Finally, he stepped through the swirling light, returning to the Chat Group HQ. From there, he selected Return to My World on his phone's interface. The futuristic glass walls faded from view, replaced by the chaotic bustle of Kuoh Academy's cafeteria—exactly where he'd left it, the world unfrozen mid-lunch.

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## Back to the Slice of Life

He found himself standing with a half-empty bento tray, the surrounding students continuing their lunch as if no time had passed. That comedic duality of living two lives struck him again. *One second I'm on a cloud, cuddling flying sheep-things, the next I'm in line for curry bread.*

"Dude, you alright?" A random classmate nudged him. "You spaced out for like half a minute."

Motohama forced a casual laugh. "Y-Yeah, sorry. Must've been daydreaming."

He moved on, finding a table. As he ate, his mind drifted to the illusions of the day, the comedic synergy, the real friendships forged. The Chat Group's respite had been a welcome break, but his life in DxD was still a powder keg waiting to ignite.

Glancing out the cafeteria window, he spotted the Occult Research Club building in the distance. Rias, Akeno, Koneko, and Kiba were likely inside, dealing with secrets he also partly knew. For now, though, he chose not to intrude. The comedic storyline would unfold soon enough.

As the lunch bell rang, Motohama packed up. Another wave of classes awaited—just another day of pretense. Yet, he wore a smile, heart buoyed by the knowledge that he had a circle of interdimensional allies. He was more than a comedic sidekick now, forging his own path, balancing everyday life with cosmic wonders.

"A person from Earth reincarnated as a high school side character DxD Motohama," he whispered to himself as he headed to class. "He's got a Multiverse chat group, and for now, that's enough to keep this comedic story rolling."

The chatter of students swallowed him up. But the spark in his eyes—tempered by hot springs, comedic karaoke, and floating sheep fluff—hinted at bigger things yet to come. The next mission, the next comedic meltdown, the next slice-of-life moment… it was all part of his ongoing journey, each step bridging worlds and forging deeper ties.

Thus, Chapter 5 concluded in a haze of soft laughter and contentment, a testament to how even the busiest hero deserves a day off—and how comedic synergy and warm bonds can outshine the darkest storms. Tomorrow, the wheel of fate would spin again, but for today, at least, Motohama carried with him the glow of friendship found among the clouds.