incarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World Chapter 37: Arc 2, - 15: In It for the Long Run

"We'll keep in touch," he said to Fuko whilst Hotaru ushered Asobi down the street, the dusk welcoming the night.

Fuko joined the three while Kor grabbed Jotou's shoulder, "What is it?" Jotou still couldn't look at him.

"I don't know what happened; I doubt Ana knows either and I hope you will figure it out soday. However, you're the Thundering Blade now.

That title is given to you because you, like it or not, are a protector of Kria. The ability to kill velatos makes you a powerful ally and in a way, I'll always see Ana in you," he told.

Jotou finally turned, looking up to his light blue eyes, "I'm sorry I'm not her. But I promise, I'll live up to your expectations."

Kor shook his head, "You don't need to. I have a family; a wife and a daughter just born. Kria has a lot of those; I just hope you can be a saviour because that would honour Ana in a way. Promise , you'll do your best."

"I, promise," she blinked, a forced half-smile. They looked at each other; leaving after a nod between the two. Just as Kor was about to close the door, "What was I- she, to you?" Jotou turned.

Kor gave a smirk and humd, "Like a sister I never had."

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The Sun had long set by the ti the cart had reached their remote destination. The flowers around that were once yellow were now various shades of black.

Spots of white at the corners and so were already the flowers she recognized from when she first awoke in this world; the sll of their decay, freshening to the senses.

The door creaked, their new ho still in need of so improvents. "Now that we can finally relax, we can fill up this place more; where's all the stuff we bought?" Hotaru stretched.

"Oh! I kept it behind the counter!" Asobi rushed into the house and leapt behind the kitchen counter.

Jotou closed the door, Fuko walking in before her. "Hm, what do we make for dinner? I can cook most of the groceries we bought," Hotaru left her purse on the sofa as Asobi brought up ingredients onto the table.

"Are you serious? After everything that happened today, we're talking about dinner?" Fuko grumbled.

"Surprising coming from you," Jotou locked the door.

"I know," she held her stomach, "I'm hungry too... BUT! We need to at least say sothing about it because we definitely didn't in the carriage."

Hotaru moaned out a yawn, "ko, we're all exhausted. We haven't had one night to rest properly and we have nothing tomorrow. We can rest without pressure."

"I get that, but I'm not letting this go."

Asobi skipped over, falling onto the sofa, "I don't think anybody's letting go. Just, 'We'll talk about it in the morning'," Asobi mimicked Hotaru's voice.

"Well, it's up to Jotou. She's the one caught up in the middle of it all," Hotaru glanced to her.

Jotou examined the three of them, "Might as well. Our mories are still fresh."

Fuko then walked up, "How is it, that you have no mory of you!?" her eyes narrowed up to Jotou.

Jotou's gaze t the floor, "I'm not sure, but I know for a fact, I don't rember Anastasia Princely," she was trying to figure that out herself for hell's sake.

Fuko stomped on the floor, her fingers curling into her palm, "This is why magic is so!!! ANNOYING! It's so amazing, but so unexplainable! Okay, logic, logic!" she paced around.

"How can you not rember?" she rubbed her chin, "It's clear you're, you, but your, brain-stuff can't be the sa!" she faced the blonde.

"What do you an?" Hotaru unpacked a kitchen knife, preparing to cut into the fresh broccoli on the new chopping board while a light shined over her crimson ears.

"I think she ans, if I have the physicality of Anastasia Princely and would have the sa brain to work this body, then where the hell are Anastasia's mories? mories don't transfer through souls."

Asobi leaned over the couch's arm, "Maybe it could?"

"How?" the voice rang from the kitchen.

Asobi shrugged, "I don't know; I'm just saying why is that set in stone?" she smiled. The thumps around the floor grew louder.

"Even if that's the case, why would the soul steal mories when it leaves instead of making a copy of them? And that's only because from what ghost stories I know, they have at least so mories," Jotou replied.

Fuko halted, "That's my dilemma!" she slamd her elbows onto the kitchen table, fingers gripping into her hair, "We don't even know what magic brought you here!

Part of still thinks this is all so amnesia-mind trick and you have a whole other set of mories, but with all that you've said, that's way too much of an improbability so you MUST be telling the truth.

Which makes think, no matter what, those mories must still be in there!" her head fell onto the table whilst her stomach grumbled.

"Wouldn't that co in so sort of vision? Or déjà vu shit while I sleep? Like dreams of a past life or sothing?" Jotou didn't think that to be true.

"That's an uncoordinated factor; you can't control yourself in your dreams!" Fuko's head turned to face her.

"I can," Asobi stated. The three of them looked at the girl twisting herself on the sofa like a cat.

"...Okay!? What are we supposed to do with this information!?" Fuko glared.

"I'm just trying to help!" Asobi squeaked and hid her face away.

Hotaru pondered, "Controlling yourself in dreams may be an elf trait... Maybe we could use it to our advantage?"

Fuko sat up, blankly staring for a few seconds to the suggestion, "How!?"

"..." was the only response before the knife continued cutting.

"I've got a bright idea, why don't you stick to laws," Fuko's head fell again.

"Lucid dreaming from what I know, is hard and takes a long ti to learn. The only idea I have is connecting two tinfoil hats to and Asobi and even then, we don't have ti for to master lucid dreaming," Jotou replied.

Fuko got up, "Exactly! We have no clue where to start!"

"We need to find out who Ana was more, other than what Kor gave us. There might've been other reasons she got mugged," Hotaru supposed.

"I don't suppose you could do so spiritual mumbo-jumbo and try to glean into whatever's in that head, could you?" Fuko asked to the redhead.

"No, I'm good with reasoning and can heal, I'm not a spiritual expert-"

"Oh, I assu that's not investigational reasoning, so if I find so old riddle, I'll let you know!"

Jotou sighed, "No need to get hostile detective, you already gave a solution."

"I'm tall when I'm young and I'm short when I'm old. What am I?" Asobi asked.

"A candle," Hotaru answered, ears pricking up in intrigue.

Fuko slumped down facing Jotou, "...Save ..."

Jotou rolled her eyes, "If none of us are good with lost souls and spiritual whatnots; we simply need to find soone who can."

Her stomach rumbled again, "I'm sorry... I'm just hungry. Hotaru? Could you make honeyed chicken?" her eyes bubbled like a puppy's.

Hotaru glinted a smile, "Sure."

While the three were doing their business, Jotou was lost in her thoughts. Looking at each one of them, still not away from the door.

'She should be the last one breaking down right now... If even she feels like this...

There's no chance in hell my imagination could co up with so much; as active as I may think it is. Does that an?' Jotou's mories recalled sothing from not too long ago.

The strike of lightning that thundered her a new na in Kria. Facing the creature in the eyes and what she thought of her friends; then she looked at the three of them in the house...

'All the ideals I held of them are nothing more than overexaggerated truths... Much like any story in history. This confirms it, once and for all.

This is all real. These are real people with emotions that I couldn't begin to comprehend the depth of; just like people in my world. The ideals I held of them aren't always true, especially in monts like these.'

Jotou's eyes glanced over to Asobi, crawling over to the other sofa from the one she was on. 'Well, maybe I'm right on one.

Still, I can view them as their greatest images until they grow to surpass them in my mind, just like anyone. And just like friends, I can make fun of and ridicule them. Hehe... If I wasn't taking this seriously before, I need to do so now.'

"Jotou? Sothing wrong? Anything you want on the nu?" Hotaru took notice as Jotou stood still.

"Huh? No, I'll just have whatever you can cook," Jotou gave a smile; perhaps this ti, more