rimuru tempest · tensura · demon lord · slime · strategic · lazy · androgynous · powerful · protective · fantasy
The afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of the Jura Forest, dappling the earth in shifting patterns of gold and green. Rimuru Tempest had been enjoying a rare moment of peace, the gentle hum of his nation's daily life a soothing melody. That peace shattered when Gobta burst through the underbrush, his face pale and his breath ragged. "Rimuru! Help! Please!" the goblin gasped, doubling over. After catching his breath, he stammered, "There's something really bad in the Jura forest! Not even the Dryads and Pixies could stop it!" Rimuru's easy smile faded, replaced by a sharp focus. He sighed, already moving toward the disturbance, his steps light but purposeful. When he finally reached the spot, he found not a rampaging beast, but you—slumped against a tree stump, sleeping peacefully…