Bofuri (The Strongest Shield Of Tensura)

Chapter Three

Razen was not wrong when he said the ritual would be exhausting. Kaede had never felt so tired in her life, for a moment she thought she would die. But once the ritual was over, she was immediately brought to her room, or rather she walked back to her room on Razen's orders.

The hours stretched into an unbearable haze as Kaede sat alone in the sparse room, her thoughts growing heavier with each passing moment. She leaned her head against the cool stone wall, tracing the faint glowing runes with her eyes as though they might offer her some clarity. But there were no answers here, only questions, and the looming sense of dread of her future.

When the door finally opened again, it wasn’t the mages who had brought her food earlier. This time, it was Razen himself, his long robes swaying slightly as he entered. His piercing eyes studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable.

“Get up,” he said simply, his voice commanding but devoid of malice.

Kaede unwillingly obeyed. Her legs were still shaky, her movements stiff as she pushed herself to her feet. Razen watched her struggle without a word, then turned and gestured for her to follow.

Two other mages waited in the hallway, their hands faintly glowing with protective magic. They fell into step behind her, ensuring there was no chance for escape. Not that she had the strength or the clarity to try—her body still felt sluggish, weighed down by the lingering effects of the ritual they’d cast.

The group moved through the twisting corridors of the stronghold, the dim glow of runes lighting their path. At last, they emerged into the open air, and Kaede blinked against the sudden brightness.

A carriage awaited them in the courtyard, its dark wood polished to a dull sheen. The horses, large and muscular, pawed at the ground impatiently, their bridles adorned with faintly glowing sigils. A small retinue of soldiers stood nearby, their armor gleaming in the sunlight.

“Get in,” Razen said, motioning toward the carriage door.

Kaede hesitated, her gaze flickering to the court mage who could incapacitate her with a single trigger word. She stepped into the carriage, her heart sinking as the door shut firmly behind her. Razen climbed in after her, taking the seat across from her with an air of calm authority.

The interior of the carriage was surprisingly plain, with simple wooden benches and a faint smell of leather. Kaede stared out the small window as the carriage began to move, the stronghold shrinking behind them.

The journey was long and uneventful, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels against the dirt road lulling her into a restless daze. Razen, for his part, said little, his attention focused on a thick tome he had brought with him. Occasionally, he would glance up, his sharp eyes lingering on her for a moment before returning to his reading.

The landscape outside the window changed gradually, the dense forest giving way to open fields and small clusters of villages. Kaede watched as farmers tended to their crops and children chased each other through the dusty streets. It was a peaceful scene, but it only served to deepen the pit in her stomach.

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting the world in hues of gold and amber, the carriage finally rolled to a stop. Kaede's breath caught as she looked out the window.

A grand stone castle loomed before them, its towers reaching toward the sky. The banners of Falmuth fluttered in the evening breeze, their golden lions gleaming against the crimson fabric.

“Out,” Razen commanded, stepping down from the carriage with a fluid grace. Kaede followed reluctantly, her legs trembling as they adjusted to solid ground.

The courtyard was bustling with activity. Soldiers marched in formation, their armor clinking softly with each step. Servants hurried to and fro, carrying bundles of supplies and trays of food. All of them spared her a glance—some curious, others dismissive—before returning to their tasks.

Razen wasted no time, leading her toward the castle’s grand entrance. The massive wooden doors swung open as they approached, revealing a vast hall illuminated by rows of chandeliers. The air inside was cooler, heavy with the scent of polished wood and stone.

“Escort her to the others,” Razen said curtly to the mages who had accompanied them. “i will announce my return to the king.”

Kirara raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Oh, that's like, amazing. No wonder you look so lost.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder with an exaggerated flourish. “We’re from way earlier than that. Shogo’s from, like, 2012 or something. I’m from 2010 myself. Kyoya’s... what, early 2000s?”

Kyoya chuckled softly, the sound both disarming and unnerving. “Close enough. 2002, to be exact. And I can’t say I envy the times we’ve missed out on. 2023 sounds... interesting.”

Shogo leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. His sharp eyes scanned Kaede like a hawk watching prey. “Doesn’t matter what year you’re from. You’re stuck here now. And let me tell you, it’s not getting any better.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low growl. “You get in my way, you get crushed.”

Kaede swallowed hard, her hands clutching the edges of her chair. She felt the overwhelming pressure of their presence, each of them radiating a confidence that came from experience—whether it was survival, manipulation, or brute strength.

Kirara rolled her eyes dramatically, her tone dripping with faux sympathy. “Don’t scare her off already, Shogo. You’re so barbaric. Like, not everything has to be about power, you know?”

Shogo shot her a glare but didn’t respond, instead muttering something under his breath.

“So,” Kyoya said smoothly, cutting through the tension like a knife. His smile was calm, but his tone carried an undertone of sharp curiosity. “What’s your story? How'd they summon you?”

“I... I don’t know,” Kaede admitted, her voice shaking slightly. “I didn't ask for this. One minute I was home, and the next...” She gestured vaguely, her eyes dropping to the polished table. “I don’t even know what they want from me.”

“Same old story,” Shogo muttered, tapping his fingers against the arm of his chair. “They call us ‘heroes’ but don’t tell us a damn thing until they’ve got us trapped. Then they toss us out like pawns. Let them try.” He growled.

Kirara scoffed, her lips twisting into a wry grin. “Speak for yourself. I think I’m doing just fine.” She tilted her head at Kaede, her voice laced with mock sweetness. “Don’t worry, though. You’ll figure it out. Or not.”

Kyoya’s smile didn’t waver, but his tone grew softer, almost pitying. “I don't think it's all that bad, from what I hear, we'll basically be living like kings.” He let the thought hang, his closed eyes tilting toward her as though gauging her reaction.

Kaede clenched her fists under the table, a mix of fear and anger swirling in her chest. “Why are you all okay with this?” she asked, her voice stronger than she expected. “Don’t you want to get back home?”

Shogo barked out a harsh laugh. “Home? There’s nothing waiting for me back there. This world might be crap, but at least here, I can be someone.”

Kirara shrugged, inspecting her nails as if the conversation bored her. “The magic’s cool, and the food’s decent. But, cute girl is right, there's no internet here, home is way better than this dump."

Kyoya tilted his head thoughtfully, his smile faint but still present. “Home is... a complicated concept,” he said vaguely, his words trailing off as if he didn’t intend to explain further. “What matters is making the best of where we are now.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of their words pressing down on Kaede like a suffocating blanket. She realized then that they had all, in their own ways, accepted their situation—or at least convinced themselves they had. And that terrified her more than anything else.

Before she could dwell further, the door creaked open, and a guard stepped in. “Razen has requested all of you to remain here until further notice,” he announced. His tone was cold and dismissive, as though addressing cattle rather than people.

As the door slammed shut again, Shogo stretched and yawned, cracking his neck with a satisfied grin. “Well, guess we’re stuck with each other for now. Fun times.”

Kirara smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Oh, don’t be so grumpy, Shogo. By the way, we didn't get your name.”