“H-Hey…! Respond if you can hear me…!”
I hear a voice— the voice of a young man.
The numbing pain right under my nose made me open my eyes from the discomfort. It seems he applied pressure on my radical longitudinal crease with his thumb to wake me up.
“W-Wha…?” I murmured in confusion.
This voice… I turn back to a boy…? What happened…? Where am I? Is this a forest? Who is this person?
…and, is that a baby golden nine-tailed fox on my lap…?
When I knew it, I’ve already let myself to a sitting position.
The person that talked to me had black hair; he wore an all-black hiking outfit. But for some reason— I can’t seem to see his face.
“Geez, you make me worry so much, blockhead.”
He naturally lands a chop on my head by saying those words to me.
“Owie!? It hurts!” I complained to him.
I quickly reached my hands to my head, soothing the pain.
“Are you seriously comparing my chop and that forest wyvern’s bite?” He said to me while tilting his head, seeming annoyed.