I, Ella, had just been fighting the Demon King in the final battle.
I, Ella, now stood on a familiar yet strange street, holding Flowing Light, my beloved sword brought back from another world.
A mutated stray cat swatted a car away with one paw. What was falling from the sky wasn't raindrops, but out-of-control billboards. The air was filled with the familiar pale-purple spiritual qi... I fell silent.
This wasn't how the story was supposed to go! What happened to the ordinary life I was promised?!
Even more absurdly, my childhood friend, who used to sneak out of class with me, was now looking at me with an amused expression.
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at Flowing Light in my hand. “That's a cool sword. Which workshop made it for you?”
I gazed at the Flowing Light sword, warm and humming in my hand, and fell into thought.
So all it took to go from a sword saint in another world to a pioneer of spiritual qi revival on Earth was one collapse in spacetime?
As mutated creatures rampaged through the streets, and keeping order became more of a headache than slaying the Demon King, I sighed and raised my long sword.
“Spiritual qi is fine, but you can't tear up my home.”
After all, this time, the place I had to protect was the home I'd finally managed to return to.
