The void. The only thing Ragna could see and feel at the moment. Having got rid of Terumi and erased his existence from the memory of the whole world, Ragna only had to go to the Boundary – a place that is not accessible to ordinary people. Falling in the dark, Ragna could only remember his life full of injustice and pain.
«Will I be able to live a quiet life at least a little? Without constant chasing after me? Without suffering? Without pain?» the Grim Reaper asked himself. Before he finally lost consciousness, the last thought flew through his head: «Apparently not …»
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- Argh! What the…
Suddenly, opening his eyes, Ragna observed the bright sun above him, which illuminated and warmed his lying body. Little by little he began to rise, and finally, sitting down, he observed a picture for himself: it was quite an ordinary playground, which looked quite unusual for him, because in the world where he lived, he had never seen playgrounds. Rising to his feet, Ragna felt a great heaviness in his whole body, which gradually began to decrease.
«Where the hell am I?» Am I in the past? Or else… Ragna slapped his face lightly. – No, it's not a dream or an illusion. At least for now.»
After recovering a little, he decided to explore the place where he got. After leaving the playground, he decided to find a passage to the main street, and finally passing through the alley, he finds himself on a lively street. A lot of people were going about their business: some to the store, some to work, and some are just looking for a place to kill their time.
«I guess I'm in the past after all. Everything looks like when I went to the time of the Dark War. Only without the scared people who shy away from every news about the Black Beast.»- concluded Ragna – «Only now I have new doubts …» With these thoughts, he strained all his senses, enhanced by his Azure Grimoire, a weapon that was hunted by everyone who wanted to fulfill his desire. Only now the grimoire was fake, and although it had a piece of the true Azure, it had only half the power of the real grimoire, while the other part was the power of the Black Beast monster, which at one time almost destroyed the world, but was stopped by the forces of Six Heroes.
- I should have guessed earlier.
After conducting a small analysis of the energy that surrounded Ragna, he concluded that he still got into another world, because the energy of this place was completely different. Firstly, its density was much less than that of seitra, and secondly, it was not destructive, because while Ragna was doing the analysis, he noticed people walking down the street who radiated this very energy. There were only two of them, but he could tell with certainty that the people around them were safe from the influence of this force.
- Hmm. I should ask someone where I am.
And only the Grim Reaper wanted to take a step, when suddenly a dog jumped through him, who did not even notice him and ran on. Trying to comprehend what had just happened, Ragna decided to test his theory.
Abruptly stepping onto the road, Ragna was seized with shock, because every passer easily walked through him, not noticing the frightened expression of the hero. Ragna quickly walked back into the alley, and…
- I-I-I-I… AM I A GHOST?!! Ragna scream out sharply. Despite how many dangers he had gone through and how many strong opponents he had defeated, Shinigami was afraid of more than anything in the world… ghosts.
Calming down a little, he decided to reason sensibly:
- So, if you think logically, I walked in front of people in rather unusual clothes and with a sword on my belt. People here are dressed more simply than from my world. And none of them paid any attention to me. And the bonus: they passed right through me, as if I were intangible.
After standing for a while, Ragna decided to check if he was really a ghost. Looking around, he saw a dumpster standing in the alley, next to which there were wooden beams lying around. One of them had a sharp end. Grabbing him, Ragna pulled back the sleeve of his jacket and shirt on his left arm and cut his hand. Despite the fact that this hand was artificially grown by Kokonoe, a genius scientist of Sector Seven from the world of Ragna, it was quite real in terms of touch and sensitivity.
Ragna breathed a sigh of relief when he felt pain in his arm and saw blood on the site of the wound.
- Fuuuh, so I'm more alive than all the dead.
Returning the sleeve back, the Grim Reaper decided to walk around the city after all, because he needed to know where he was and what kind of city it was.
- Well, let's go.
Coming out of the alley, he rushed forward, where his eyes were looking.
~ At the same time, somewhere on the roofs of buildings ~
While Ragna was calmly walking down the street, he didn't notice how a small figure in black robes was watching him high up on the roof of the building, hiding reyatsu so that the object of observation wouldn't notice the observer. A small black-haired girl with special attention was examining a tall figure in a red jacket with a huge sword on his belt.
- How could a shinigami appear out of nowhere? Who is he? Rukia asked herself.