When Ryuu got on the boat, many thoughts crossed is mind.

The biggest thought that popped up was focused on the water dragon that appeared out of nowhere.

[i]Before we go back to reality,[/i] he thought to some unknown audience, [i]let's go back to the past and see the events of my life.[/i]

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[i]I find myself in a capsule and run away, not knowing who I am.

I find a town and work for a foundation I could live in.

I buy a crapton of merchandise with the well-earned money I gathered.

I opened up a store.

I got a pet.

I was visited by a redhead guy who apparently knew me.

I somehow got led to mysterious people in a cabin.

I somehow get dragged into said mysterious people's business.

I am somehow about to fight a f---ing dragon.[/i]

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"..."

Ryuu sighed.

He just had to live a rough life. If he just knew what he exactly was and how he could deal with friendly, mysterious people, he might have rejected an inevitably painful journey for who-knows-what.

But no, let's fight a dragon.

The otaku grumbled something inaudibly as his mood fell down a notch. Taking out what appeared to be a toy pistol, he got out of the hold he stayed at before going on the deck. No time to observe creamy hotdog thighs; if he was pissed, he was going to make sure that his pissiness would dissolve by killing a water dragon.

Ryuu aimed and prepared to fire blasts of plasma at the creature that jeopardized his already-jeopardized-by-friendly-strangers life.