Mikey N.

She’d tackled the merman lunging for me and sunk into the depths, folded into the arms of the final executioner of all pollution.

Yet she had brought about a painful miracle—or in other words, she had paid the price of her sin.

it’s always a good day to die—not that I planned to, of course.

Know thy place. To check frolicsome jesters be thy burden by right

Thou scamperst overmuch, pup

Gazing up at the crying nun running my way, I found this pointless discovery terribly entertaining as I closed my eyes with a smile.

But the gods did not coddle. They were guardians to be sure, but keepers of the world: to give and give alone was unthinkable for a miracle of sizable scope. Allow that, and men would cease to be men—they would fall to become mere servants of heaven.

They were as uncommon abroad as they were in the Empire, and every country prized them alongside their dragon knights as being one of the few forces capable of aerial combat.

Thinking about it for any length of time was enough to see why. From a tabletop perspective, taking to the air was up there with long-range teleportation in its ability to nip a campaign in the bud. Whether the heroes were to sneak into an enemy base or get past a blockade, the ability to fly nullified all the awful traps the GM stayed up at night designing with a devilish grin.

It was downright unethical. The day I designed a booby-trapped hallway only to hear, “Er, I float five centimeters off the ground and go through, and I’m gonna tie a rope up high on the other side for everyone to climb on,” would never leave me...

Chapter 1 - No Place for Me Here

Click. The instant the door opened, the chatter between the club members that filled the conference room died down into silence. Kurenai Akane, the club’s president, had long, straight black hair that hardly curved as it slipped down to her waist. She remained at the center of that silence, and her footsteps rang out clearly as she entered the room.
For a brief moment, Shiraseki Kai met her gaze when she looked his way. He hurriedly averted his eyes, because there was nothing else he could do. He would have liked to run away, had it been possible, but knew someone would simply pin him down for his troubles if he tried.
There was a large, circular table in the room, alongside a whiteboard

The scalpel had no need to make its incision, for I had dragged my answer out of the depths of my heart.