KamiKowa: That Time I Got Transmigrated With A Broken Goddess Chapter 84: [84] Not Just Passing Through

Xavier stepped out of the administrative building, squinting against the midday sun. He slipped on his new sunglasses he got from Ashley.

I’ll have to pay her back for this so day...

The eting with Vanessa had been unexpected—both her casual deanor and her obvious awareness of his activities. The fact that she seed more annoyed by the paperwork than his actual fight was a pleasant surprise.

"Xavier!"

He turned to see Calypso erge from behind a large crystal sculpture of the academy’s founder.

"Were you hiding behind that statue?" Xavier asked.

"No," Calypso said, too quickly. "Maybe. Yes." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I saw Dominic Black leave right after you entered."

Xavier’s jaw tightened. "You should stay away from him."

"I was trying to," Calypso said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But he looked right at , smiled, and waved." She rubbed her arms as though cold despite the warm day. "It gave shivers."

Xavier glanced back at the building, half-expecting to see Dominic watching them, but the entrance was empty. "What exactly did he do?"

"Nothing specific. Just looked at like... like he recognized ." Calypso shook her head. "Anyway, what did the Director want? Are you in trouble?"

"She had footage of —She wanted to talk about our living situation."

"Our living situation?"

"Yeah, she offered us dorm rooms on campus instead of staying off-site." Xavier started walking toward the ferry terminal, guiding Calypso with a light touch to her elbow. "I declined. Told her we’re fine where we are."

"That’s all?" Calypso pressed, matching his stride. "You were in there for almost two hours."

"There was paperwork," Xavier said, which wasn’t technically a lie. "Lots of forms about why we’re living off-campus, housing stipends, that kind of thing."

Calypso studied his face for a mont. "You’re lying."

"I’m simplifying," Xavier corrected. "Nothing important happened."

They reached the ferry terminal and waited for it to co back. The afternoon sun glinted off the water, turning it into a field of diamonds. A cool breeze carried the scent of salt and engine oil.

"Fine," Calypso said, but her tone was light. "Did you hear about our assignnt for Professor Valdez’s class?"

"The combat outfits? Yeah, I was there."

"Aren’t you excited?" Calypso bounced on her toes, her earlier unease apparently forgotten. "We get to design our own hunter gear!"

"It’s just clothes," Xavier said, handing their student IDs to the ferry attendant.

"Just clothes?" Calypso looked scandalized. "These aren’t just clothes, Xavier. They’re a statent. A brand. Every great hunter has an iconic look." She followed him onto the ferry and claid two seats near the window. "Think about it—when people see footage of us closing gates, what do you want them to rember?"

Xavier hadn’t considered that angle. In his previous life, he’d dressed to blend in or to match whatever role he was playing. The idea of creating a distinctive look, of wanting to be recognized, was foreign to him.

"I guess I haven’t thought about it," he admitted as the ferry pulled away from the dock.

"Well, I have," Calypso said, pulling out her tablet. "Look at these designs I’ve been working on."

She showed him a series of sketches—elaborate outfits with flowing capes, ornate details, and impractical accessories.

"These look... expensive," Xavier observed. "And complicated. And not very functional for combat."

"That’s because they’re preliminary concepts," Calypso said, swiping to another set of designs. "I’m playing with different aesthetics. What do you think of this one?"

The sketch showed Calypso in a silver-blue dress similar to the one from Divine Threads, modified with strategic cutouts and reinforced panels. It was paired with thigh-high boots and ornate gauntlets.

"It’s pretty," Xavier said, "but can you fight in it?"

"That’s what the mobility panels are for," she pointed to notes on the design. "And see these sections? They’d be made from impact-resistant material." She swiped again. "I did so for you too."

Xavier raised an eyebrow. "You designed my outfit?"

"Just ideas," Calypso said. "I thought maybe sothing in black and pink to match your Input Buffer color sche. Nothing too flashy, but distinctive enough to be recognizable."

"I was thinking sothing simpler," Xavier said. "Practical. Durable. Maybe reinforced combat pants, a fitted jacket with hidden pockets."

"Boring," Calypso declared. "At least add so color accents. Maybe pink piping along the seams? Or a symbol on the back?"

"A symbol of what?"

"I don’t know. Sothing aningful to you." Calypso tapped her chin thoughtfully. "What matters to you, Xavier Valentine?"

"I’ll think about it."

They spent the rest of the ferry ride discussing designs. Calypso’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Xavier offered more suggestions than he’d expected. By the ti they reached the mainland terminal, they’d settled on general concepts for both their outfits but needed to hamr in specifics when they got ho.

As they walked through tro City toward their apartnt, Xavier noticed Calypso kept glancing at him.

"What?" he asked finally.

"Nothing," she said. "Just... you seem different today."

"Different how?"

"I’m not sure." She tilted her head. "More... present, maybe? Like you’re actually thinking about the future instead of just getting through each day."

Xavier considered this. Was he different? The eting with Director Angelo had been unexpectedly thought-provoking. Her questions about what made a good hunter, her comnts about his leadership potential—they’d stuck with him.

"Maybe I am," he admitted. "Is that bad?"

"No," Calypso said softly. "It’s good. It ans you’re starting to live in this life instead of just passing through it."

They stopped at a small café to pick up dinner—ran for Xavier and pastries for Calypso’s sweet tooth.

"I’ve been thinking," Xavier said as they waited for their food. "About what you said earlier, about Dominic recognizing you."

Calypso tensed slightly. "What about it?"

"If he was dead and passed through the Liminal Space like you said, is it possible he rembers you? From... before?"

Calypso shook her head. "That’s not how it works. Souls don’t retain mories of the processing phase. It would be like rembering anesthesia during surgery."

"But what if sothing went wrong? Like with ?"

"You’re different," Calypso said firmly. "Your situation was intentional—a divine contract. If Dominic rembers the Liminal Space..." She trailed off, brow furrowing.

"That would an soone broke fundantal laws of reality."