Suddenly, when Murata bowed and stared at them, he did not realize his curved green eyes were rotating themselves, making the people shocked.

"Murata..." His mother and his father spoke simultaneously; they looked and nodded to each other.

"Follow your father-son, I'll accompany your sister here," When his mother spoke to him, Murata was confused.

He noticed the other gaze s seemed shaken a bit, but when he saw the solemn gaze from his father, he could not help but shudder," Okay, mother."

...

As soon Murata left the wagon, this was the first time he saw the beautiful world in middle-aged times. The trees and the grass were still green, even greener than most of the color he saw while the air was cold but fresh to breathe.

The blue sky, still untainted as any kind of birds from eagles, cranes, and many others, could still roaming freely without being hunted down.

For a moment, Murata closed his eyes, enjoying the nature of this world, but then for the first time, there was a faint strange tickling sensation inside his body that kept sucking out the air from the outside.

This should be a chakra, right?

It felt like many small snakes were moving through between his organs and the gathered on his abdomen. At the same time, when he slowly opening his eyes, there was an itching sensation between the scleara on his eyes.

"I finally have been reincra- I mean, transmigrated to a fantasy world!" Murata mumbled with the face of burning youth, searching for excitement.

At the same time, he saw only two wagons with one of his while the others seemed to belong to the branch family. The wagons were parked near the tree in the open field, not far from the main road.

"Murata, come here," Murata glanced and saw his father and few people were sitting on the chairs that looked like they made from the hardened dirt surrounding the center where there was a table made by half of log part.

When Murata arrived, there were no chairs left, and he seemed to hint at his father. But then, he saw one of the man's green pupils began rotating.

*rumble*

There was no hand sign or gesture, just needed a simple stare from him; another earth chair was formed from the ground beside his father. Murata slowly sat as his expression was amazed by the man's ability to be precise amazed by his eyes.

"Haha, look, it was amazing, right? Because you have awakened your eyes, I can teach you from now," The man laughed. He has long brown hair reaching his neck, with a muscled body and bold eyebrows.

Judging from his tone and look, it seems he was the person who refuted his father and mother's suggestion. When Desmond carefully looked at him, certain memories flashed in his mind.

Soma Ryuzaki, my mother's little brother. He was from a branch family and had a daughter name Fukui Ryuzaki. However, he always doting Murata since he was a child; even his daughter sometimes becomes jealous of him.

"I'm his father, so it will be me who will teach him first," Surprisingly, his father actually snorted like a child scramble candy with others."


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