The Recorder of Type-Moon History

By mid-afternoon, Kevin and his companions arrived at the dense forest where Fenrir, the demon wolf that shook the earth, resided.

This forest, typically shunned by the gods, now teemed with life. The once-silent expanse echoed with the hum of activity, courtesy of Fenrir and the others.

Not far from Fenrir's lair, a simple wooden house stood. It had been built recently, likely to accommodate those who came to visit the mighty wolf.

As soon as Kevin stepped into the clearing, Balder's voice rang out.

"Troublemaker, you're finally here!"

The radiant god of light, standing amidst the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, greeted Kevin with his signature playful grin.

He held a frisbee in one hand—a curious object fashioned from Asgardian materials, sturdy enough to withstand Fenrir's immense strength—and, without warning, flung it in Kevin's direction.

"Go, Fenrir! Bite him!"

With an excited howl, Fenrir leaped into action. In an instant, the silver-haired wolf was upon Kevin, its massive paws pinning him to the ground as it snatched the frisbee mid-air.

"Balder, what's the big idea?" Kevin groaned, glaring at his "sister" as Fenrir stood triumphantly over him, frisbee clenched between its powerful jaws.

"Don't look at me," Balder replied, feigning innocence. "I just tossed the frisbee. Fenrir decided the best place to retrieve it was on top of you."

"Get off me, you oversized pup," Kevin muttered, trying to shove Fenrir's weight off his chest.

Laughing, Skadi extended a hand and helped Kevin to his feet.

Once standing, Kevin eyed Fenrir warily. "You know," he said, dusting himself off, "if you keep this up, I might start to think you're an actual husky."

"Huh?" Fenrir tilted its head, the frisbee still firmly clamped in its jaws.

The wolf's inquisitive gesture, combined with its shining silver fur, was almost comical. Its resemblance to the playful dogs Kevin had known in his past life felt uncanny.

"You've mentioned Huskies several times now," Fenrir said, dropping the frisbee. Its deep voice carried a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What exactly is a Husky?"

"Yeah, Kevin," Skadi chimed in, crossing her arms. "Didn't you say 'Husky' is Fenrir's nickname? What's that about?"

Fenrir's ears perked up. "A nickname? Since when do I have a nickname?"

Kevin's smile froze. He coughed awkwardly, desperately trying to think of a way out. "Well... Huskies are incredibly handsome creatures," he said finally. "And, uh, I thought it matched you perfectly, Fenrir. That's why I call you that."

Fenrir stared at Kevin, tilting its massive head again. The wolf's piercing eyes seemed to search for deception, but Kevin's expression betrayed no falsehood.

"Well," Fenrir said after a moment, wagging its tail thoughtfully. "If you think I'm handsome, I suppose that's fine."

Kevin let out a sigh of relief, but the exchange left Skadi and Balder giggling.

"Looks like you talked your way out of that one," Balder teased, tossing the frisbee in the air.

As the game resumed, Kevin slipped away, making his way toward Hodr. The blind goddess sat serenely near the edge of the clearing, her delicate features bathed in the soft afternoon light.

"Sister Hodr," Kevin said softly, taking her hand and gently guiding her to stand.

Hodr reached out instinctively, her fingers brushing through the air until they found Kevin's hair. She patted his head affectionately. "You're here," she murmured.

"Of course," Kevin replied, his voice warm.

Watching the scene, Balder crossed her arms and scowled. "You've been so distant with me lately," she complained, her voice tinged with mock hurt. "But with Hodr, you're all smiles and affection. What gives?"

"Sister, don't take it personally," Kevin replied with a grin. "You're just more... exhausting."

"I heard that!" Balder's indignant shout echoed through the clearing.

Fenrir, watching the sibling banter, barked in amusement. "Balder, stop yelling. It's giving me a headache."

"Who asked for your opinion?" Balder shot back, sticking her tongue out at the massive wolf.

Before things could escalate further, Hodr stepped between them, her calming presence quickly restoring order. "Enough, both of you," she said softly.

Her gentle authority silenced Balder and Fenrir, leaving the clearing quiet once more.

Meanwhile, Shaki emerged from the nearby wooden house and joined Skadi and Slude, his gaze fixed on Kevin.

"Something about that boy feels... different," Shaki muttered, his brow furrowed.

"You noticed it too?" Slude asked, exchanging a glance with Skadi.

Neil, perched on Slude's shoulder, chirped with amusement. "That's because he's finally opening up to you all. This is the real Kevin."

"The real Kevin?" Skadi echoed, puzzled.

Neil nodded. "Yep. He's always been a little mischievous. You've just never seen it because he's been holding back."

"Why?" Slude asked, tilting her head.

"Because Kevin's life hasn't exactly been easy," Neil replied, her voice softening. "He's had to grow up faster than most people, so he hides this playful side of himself. But when he feels safe—when he's with people he trusts—it comes out."

Slude fell silent, her eyes drifting toward Kevin. For a moment, she saw him not as the hero who had faced Shaki or the student of Scathach but simply as a seventeen-year-old boy.

Her lips curved into a faint smile. "I see."

As the group gathered around Hodr, the playful energy in the clearing settled into a quiet camaraderie.

Slude took a step back, allowing herself to observe the scene from a distance. Her gaze lingered on Kevin, who stood in the center of it all, his laughter blending harmoniously with the others.

Placing a hand over her chest, she felt the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Sister..." she whispered, her voice almost inaudible amidst the forest's soft hum. "Is this the feeling you spoke of before you left?"

For the first time, Slude thought she might understand.

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