"Hm?"
"Kashu, this is my name."
The Chosen One... No, perhaps because of the fragment of a dream he'd just experienced, Kashu felt a trace of warmth. The unease that had always filled his heart suddenly eased, and for the first time in this world, he smiled at Yuki Anju. Seeing that smile, Yuki Anju's face suddenly flushed red.
"Oh, my..."
The maid, who had silently watched the whole thing unfold, was feeling rather conflicted.
"Um... is there something on my face?"
At Yuki Anju's home, Kashu held some Japanese dictionaries and looked at Yuki Anju, who was smiling at him.
"Hm? No, but..." Yuki Anju closed her eyes and pondered for a moment. Then she opened them and pointed at the slightly shabby, strange clothes Kashu was wearing. "Kashu, don't you think your clothes are a little dirty? And they look just like something an ancient person would wear."
"Eh, do they? But I feel like these are the clothes I usually wear, and I don't have anything else." Kashu looked at his clothes, confused.
The outfit seemed to be sewn from the hide of some kind of beast. Its brown surface was covered in strange, colorful patterns. Calling it clothes didn't seem quite right; it looked more like leather armor.
"Eh? Kashu, are you some kind of cosplayer?"
"Cosplayer? What's that?"
"Eh? You don't know...? Oh, right. You've lost your memory."
Hearing Kashu's answer, Yuki Anju rested her chin on one hand with a helpless expression. Her gaze roamed over him, then she suddenly slapped both hands on the table and stood up.
"I've decided! Kashu, let's go buy you some clothes!"
"Hm?"
--Scene change
In the courtyard behind the Senba family home, two figures, one red and one white, fought back and forth with weapons in hand.