[Western Crossover] The Strange Journey of a SOLDIER 1st Class

[The blurb is told in first person; the story itself is told in third person]

To be honest, although cases of cosplayers transmigrating have been frequent in recent years, actually transmigrating before even making it to a convention is still pretty rare.

But considering I'm a complete orphan, and most of my savings had already gone toward my hobbies, this kind of unexpected event wasn't entirely unacceptable to me. Especially since I got to score the body and abilities of the character I was cosplaying.

It's just a shame about my once-impressive 190-centimeter height and the cockatiel I lovingly raised at home.

At first I thought my short friend back home could look after it, but it turned out that he'd transmigrated too, even though he'd already arrived at his destination.

Well, we'd both transmigrated. We could still communicate, but an entire world lay between us.

Even so, the Avengers' first movie, AC, the Spider-Man movies, the cloud-bursting meteor shower over New York, the battle against the Chitauri, and EC's battle against a corrupted Superman were all a bit too much.

As punishment for my friend not telling me the truth, I decided to paint silver squid all over his Fenrir using thermochromic paint.

Hey, you ghost woman from that AC over there! Don't you have your own bird to tease? Why are you messing with my friend?!

Oh, sorry, but we're the same person, aren't we? Your Cloud is my Cloud, so be generous. Nobody wants a stingy man.

A self-indulgent fic.

The POV switches randomly between young Sa and Da Yun.

This is a new author's first book, so please be kind.

Theme: A flower of hope blooming in the soil of despair.