Isekai - City Slick to Goblin Quick

Chapter 1: Tokyo Rumble

Beneath a canvas of gold and crimson, Tokyo's skyline sprawled vast and alive. Neon signs pulsed amidst a cacophony of chatter and traffic, all under the tantalizing aroma of street-side delicacies. Yet amid this urban orchestra, Hiroto felt like a single muted note.

He paused at the base of a monolithic skyscraper, its zenith seemingly brushing the heavens. As the frenetic energy of the city swirled around him, Hiroto's solitude was momentarily punctured by the buzz of his phone. "Karaoke tonight?" the message from Akira read.

His fingers lingered above the screen. "Not tonight," he replied, his heart heavy with an inexplicable weight. More than just tonight, it had felt like forever since joy had sung its song in his heart.

The day's monotonous hum of corporate life echoed in his mind — repetitive tasks, the droning chatter of coworkers, the unending maze of cubicles. Hiroto wished for a change, a break from this numbing loop.

A familiar aroma coaxed him towards a nearby street vendor. With a plate of steaming takoyaki in hand, Hiroto lost himself in observation. A young couple whispered sweet nothings, their world reduced to just each other. A gaggle of children erupted in giggles, a momentary dive into the innocence of youth. An elderly duo ambled past, the years evident in their slow steps but also in the comfort of their intertwined hands. Each scene was a sharp, poignant reminder of Hiroto's solitude.

Back at his apartment, a silver pendant, shaped like an intricate crane, caught the ambient light. A keepsake from his mother and a symbol of hope she always believed in. Would a wish, any wish, change his current existence?

However, before such ponderings could take shape, a violent tremor seized Tokyo. Hiroto's surroundings became a whirl of motion and noise. Confusion, fear, the chilling anticipation of the unknown, all enveloped him — then, abruptly, silence.

In the ensuing void, ethereal whispers danced around him. Vivid, fantastical images - majestic woods, towering peaks, and beings of lore - played before his eyes. A pull, not of gravity but of destiny, beckoned Hiroto.

Valerion awaited.