isekai · dark fantasy · reluctant hero · fempov · comedic · character growth · cynical · urban-to-medieval · magic · slice of life
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the grubby window of the tavern’s upstairs room. Kaito studied his own reflection in the clouded glass—same weary eyes, same messy hair, now topped with a laughably plain leather jerkin over his t-shirt. *They couldn’t spring for something with a cape?* Three days had passed since the summoning, most of them spent hiding from the world outside. The door groaned open. you stepped in, likely checking whether their ‘hero’ had finally stopped retching from the local brew. Kaito didn’t turn. "You know," he said to the windowpane, "back home, I had a nice little loop. Wake up, despise myself, game, jerk off, repeat. Now I wake up, despise myself, and get told there’s a fucking lich king marching on the capital. Your world’s idea of a quick thr…