Life is not easy for an early retired soldier due to injury in the line of duty. ꀤ inhale deeply.
ꀤ was always a strange boy from the start. When your parents leave you at a young age, you find some support. A car accident resulted in the deaths of my parents. Pokémon was a source of emotional support for me.
Pokemon has been a favorite of mine since childhood.ꀤ was in deep thought thinking about different Pokémon.
Walking on the side of the road, ꀤ spotted a small puppy in the middle of the road. ꀤ heard the sound of the horn at that moment. Without a moment's hesitation, ꀤ picked up the puppy and lightly tossed it on the side of the road.
At the same time, ꀤ caught sight of the truck's light. I suddenly found myself in the air. when 𝑰 hit the ground with force. ꀤ was experiencing pain throughout my entire body. Gradually everything started to blur in front of my eyes, and my last thought was that Truck-Kun h.....
The first thing i feel is the cold. Not the familiar chill of winter, but something deeper—ancient, biting, unnatural. It seeps into my bones. The air is damp, thick with the scent of pine, wet earth.
ꀤ open my eye's and....
Towering trees stretch toward a pale, cloud-choked sky. The branches are twisted, skeletal things that groan in the wind. Mist clings to the undergrowth like a living thing, swirling at the edges of their vision. The silence is wrong.
My breath comes in quick, visible puffs. ꀤ am lying on frozen ground, their clothes damp with melting frost. But… how?
And my hand...
My attention was drawn to my hand. They don't resemble my hands in any way, they appear to be the hands of nine or ten-year-old child.
And my colths....
ꀤ pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders. The thick pelt of a snowcat draped over me, its pale fur streaked with gray, blending into the ghostly landscape. Beneath it, coat—once something from another world, something smooth and synthetic—was now unrecognizable. ꀤt had been torn, stitched, and reinforced with wolf fur and boiled leather. The zipper was gone, replaced with sinew ties and a single bone clasp, carved with strange markings.
Snow crunched beneath my boots—sturdy things now, made from tanned leather and lined with fur.
My hands, gloved in dark bearskin, flexed against the cold. My fingers brushing over the hilt of a dagger. The blade was dark, its steel aged and worn, but the hilt… The hilt was bone, polished smooth, carved with symbols.
...Along with the dagger, ꀤ also found a letter.
My mind was filled with just one idea....Truck-Kun.... 𝑰...isekai.....