Author's Note

edited by

Meylin Messor

many thanks for that .

prologue(edited)

Hokori Wasureru. A young caucasian woman with golden hair and green eyes, she was 1.70 meter tall and had tan skin, all of that was clashing with her name. The reason is, is because she was found without a known parent and raised as an orphan in japan, the best theory given to her about her origin was a mother who simply had her in japan and left after leaving her in the trash can she was found in, it was a scandal and made the turn of the world but in the end it didn't really matter for her now.

She was simply living like any other person, working a small dead end job and living in a crappy yet not unsanitary apartment, she didn't have any friends but not any enemies either. Nor even bad people living nearby her. In short her life was not horrible but it was far from perfect as it was still good for most with a similar origin. Most of her free time was spent watching anime’s, especially animes with Mechs. In those animes, the more shit your past the more important you become, like perfectly balanced karma.

The more shit your life is, the stronger you are, this is a true fact in most cases, and all the main characters were people with shitty pasts. When times got rough, all the ‘normal’ people would give up and cower to the side. But those who suffered horribly, those who have gone against much adversity without breaking, they are empowered by their suffering as it makes them much stronger mentally, far more so than many could believe, Hokori wasn't like that, she gave up, she was born as a fucking nobody and would die as a fucking nobody.

She hated it, so when she read on the net about cosplayers disappearing in conventions because of a merchant sending people into a place where opportunities for adventure were plentiful, she prepared.

She gathered her money and spent every minute of free time working on her cosplay, her own gunpla, a modified kshatriya painted black and silver using technologies of almost all the gundam anime’s. It wasn't perfect but still was the worst nightmare of those who would dare face it. She started going into convention, she was very successful with her cosplay being hard to miss with her four wings and deep black paint and silver engraving but it’s only at the sixth one she found what she wanted.

Its stand was filled with many wares/objects, but what grabbed her attention was the gn sword, it was of course a bait, one of the things Hokori Wasureru was good at detecting was bait and this was one. On the other hand, one of the things Hokori Wasureru lacked was tact. Which is why she simply walked up to the merchant disguised as Jay Null and said

"Hi, I want to be sent somewhere, preferably somewhere where there's action." The marchant just stared at her for a few minutes before laughing their ass off, his prosthetic arm banging on the table.

He looked at her with a grin drying off a few nonexistent tears."*few* it has been a long time since I laughed like that, but in all seriousness." His visage suddenly lost all amusement." You sure are cocky coming up to me like that and even making a demand." he grinned. "Then again I am in a hurry too it seems, you see I need a new identity, something out of the way so I can make myself a little less remarkable, if people like you can just find me so easily it means more important people can too, I'll need to lay low for a while. So, want to make a trade? Your body and identity in exchange for your own universe to play in hmm? No string attached of course, no trap, no monitoring, but also no safety net, and of course… "he grabbed the gn sword and put it under the table. "No parting gift."His grin was showing mischief but not malice."so?"

Normally people would take the time to think things through, even me but not this time because the first thought that entered my mind when the doctor said that word was: "Mission accepted."

Then Hokori Wasureru was no more. Then there was Kshatriya.