"SAINT!" A voice rang out.

  In a swift motion, Riento sat up. sweat covering him, chest rising slow and falling fast.

  He held the edge of the bed.

  "Where am I?!" He shouted, patting his entire body. Where are my injuries?! Didn't I get stabbed?.

  In a hurry, Riento stood up, looking around this eery place.

  "I-i... Just where am I?." He questioned again.

  Fabric surrounded each and every crevice, lanterns lighting up the place. Being held up by one wooden pillar staked into the ground. A tent? A large one at that...

  He looked around once more, "I'm alone..." Riento turned around to face the bed he got up from, there was a sword. Resting on the bed.

  From the looks of it, it's mine. I somehow find it eerily familiar. He grabbed onto the sheath of the sword, tying it around his waist.

  Riento's hair was covering almost his entire face, except his eyes, It was long. Every spot his hair touch itches.

  The need to scratch every itch almost overwhelmed him. "It's itchy, why is my hair long?, damn it. Why am I going through so much when it's just been a day since I transmigrated?." Riento complained almost silently.

  Sitting back down on the comfy and soft bed, he leaned back on it. The fabric... It's soft and comfortable. He complimented the bed inwardly.

  Riento then began to put on the boots next to the bed. This boot, it feels familiar too...

  Who was calling me earlier? I swear I heard someone yelling saint... His brow furrowed, standing back up again, Right as he began to walk towards the entrance of the tent.

  "SAINT! SAINT!" the voice ringed inside riento's ear, he quickly looked around, no one was shouting. Where is it?! I swear I heard it right beside me!.

  His jaw tightened, sighing... "I'll try to find that mystery out later, I need to find where I am first."

  His boots hit the dirt, he pushed away the fabric, hundreds of tents, similar but smaller to the one Riento was in, hundreds of people who seemed to be in battle armor were walking around. Am I in a battlefield?.

  Right as he began to walk over to someone, another person saw him and bowed. "Saint! Good morning!." The people around that person followed in unison.

  "Ah, good morning recruits." Riento replied immediately, he spoke without him actually wanting to speak. Why did I suddenly-

  Before he could even try to talk, his body took him elsewhere without his consent. It was a long rectangular wooden box filled with water, where other people washed their face.

  People whom woke up at this time like Riento washed their faces, and greeted Riento with a smile and a bow.

  And like before, riento's body moved with his consent, Forcing him to speak and move in ways he didn't want to.

  "Good morning recruits." He spoke with a smile.

  Washing his face, he stared at the reflection in the water basin. The reflection was the same as the one in the mirror Riento saw a day prior. A nose so straight it looked carved, jaw so sharp it was like a knife, eyes so perfect it was made for seduction, a hydrated face.

  One thing was different though, the Riento here had long hair, long enough to be compared to a woman. Now, he could definitely be compared for a woman. He still on a more masculine side appearance wise though.

  This face again, it's unfair... Complained riento, his hair flowing with the wind, hair so smooth and lushuous it was like a woman's.

  Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author's preferred platform and support their work!

  Come to think of it, is this the past? A part of the memories i didn't get? Does this mean I will get future memories in vivid dreams like this?. Riento hypothesized.

  With one more splash of water his body did onto his face snapped him out of his thoughts. Right, I'll Observe this place first. And see what I can get. A pain stung his abdomen, right where he was stabbed prior.

  It was just like earlier, like thousands of swords prickled where it was stabbed. Though nothing physically happened to him.

  Somehow his body instinctively held onto his stomach, exactly were he was stabbed. Hm? How does this body know where the phantom pain is? Shouldn't this be a memory?.

  What is this?. His eyebrow instinctively furrowed at the new question which disregarded his hypothesis.

  His body moving dragged him out of his thoughts once more.

  Now come to think of it, how did I move without being controlled like right now? Was it because no one is looking?. Riento formed another hypothesis.

  His body dragged his feet towards a abundance of people, people greeting him in every second. There sure are a lot of people.

  He grabbed the hilt of his sword with his right hand, like he was preparing to draw it out of it's sheath. "State your reason for gathering."

  He asked a question, those who greeted him.

  "Uh, saint! A fight broke down here!." A recruit replied to Riento. A fight eh? Sounds fun.

  "SAINT! PLEASE DON'T DIE ON US!" a voice rang out once more, that voice again! Where is it coming from! I won't die!. Riento inwardly complained.

  He couldn't even look around himself, then riento's attention snapped back to what was happening.

  His lips curved upwards so little that it was unnoticeable.

  "Move."

  The recruits who heard his voice moved out the way, before greeting him. "Good morning Saint!."

  "Good morning recruits." His body replied back.

  "Stop fighting." He ordered the two who were fighting. "You are tarnishing my dignity."

  "You mischievous disciples." His body smiled, staring at the two.

  "Sorry teacher!." One apologized, smiling. As he bowed and added. "Good morning teacher!."

  This one had brown hair, brown eyes. About 179 centimeters tall, he wore a wheatish colored shirt, with a black vest, black trousers. It perfectly curved around his defined muscles.

  This disciple name was Sunniel. Ah! This, this is the disciple who died during the hero expedition. He's the one in my memories!. Whose the other one though?. "Do not do this again Sunniel, and you too Bella."

  He referred to the other disciple Sunniel got into a brawl with.

  Bella, she had black colored hair, long and smooth. Riento's hair was somehow longer and more lushuous, her features were soft and delicate. Her skin fair, her looks perfectly fit that of one would expect from a noble, Even though bella was a commoner.

  She pouted. "He started it first!." Bella complained.

  Riento smiled. "Now now, no fighting. We are still in the middle of a battlefield after all."

  "Come on, we have somewhere to be." Riento informed the disciples, as they followed him.

  After a few steps, one of the disciples, Sunniel, asked. "Teacher, where are we going?."

  "Where?." Riento stopped dead in his tracks, seeming to have remembered something.

  Huh? Why'd he suddenly stop?. "You may be asking why'd I stop right?." Riento muttered to himself, so silent that only the transmigrator could hear. "I know your watching."

  "Please avenge my disciples, this is my last wish." Riento begged the transmigrator silently. As he turned around to his disciples with a smile.

  "Let's go, let's go to were we three can be happy." He smiled, as Riento held their hands, running off along with his disciples.

  Sunniel smiled. "Really teacher?!." He gasped, smiling.

  "Thank you teacher." Bella thanked Riento with a smile.

  "It's the least I can do for you two, I brought your fate upon you by teaching you." Replied Riento, as he chuckled, running off with his disciples to a cliff.

  And in the distance was the sun setting down.

  "No teacher, we're glad you taught us!." The two exclaimed happily.

  W-what? Is this not a dream?... Not a reconstruction of memories? The transmigrator trembled, his imaginary eyes shaking.

  The space slowly glitched, being consumed by the eternal void they call the abyss. As the three reached the end of the cliff.

  The view was completely devoured by the abyss.

  Sweat ran down his face, Riento's eyes, no. The Transmigrator's eyes shook, staring at what was happening before his eyes.

  What befall upon his hypothesis.

  He tried to speak, nothing came out. What's happening?! "!"

  Riento's hands shot up to his mouth, it was sealed tight, his fingers began to scratch it, trying to open his mouth. Pupils dilating, Teeth gritting.

  Come on!

  Riento's eyes suddenly closed shut, his entire body became weak, soon enough, he went limp.

  What's happening?!.

  His eyes flickered open, he immediately stood from his bed.

  Riento's gaze analyzed the room before, a gold rimmed chandelier. Gold rimmed walls, green lushous mountains, and a lake in the view of the mirror.

  "Riento's room?..." He muttered, eyes flaring open, Riento realized he could finally speak.

  A pain shot up from his stomach, legs trembling as they weakned. Soon enough, he dropped into his knees, Clutching his abdomen.

  It hurts! He gritted his teeth, pulling up his shirt.

  Bandage wrapped around his abdomen and waist, Covering what seem to be a deep wound. Right! I completely forgot!, I was injured... How long has it been!

  His fingers clutched his abdomen tighter, as the pain got worse. "Ngh..."

  "Urgh..." He barely stopped himself from throwing up.

  His whole body felt like it was burning, even smoke was clearly emanating off his body, it burns!.

  "Argh!." He bit down on his lower lip, soon the pain got the better of him.

  His eyes rolled back, finally collapsing onto the floor.

  The entire world going dark...

  ———

  His eyes flair open, staring at the ceiling for just a few seconds. Before once again, he quickly stood up, panting. Scanning the room which was his.

  "Saint!." Emily's voice rang out. Riento quickly turned his head, still dripping wet with sweat. "E-emily?."

  "How long has it been?!." He ran over to where emily was, he shook her shoulder, grabbing it gently.

  "Calm down saint!." Emily ordered Riento, making him sit down. "It's only been three weeks since you were stabbed."

  "Do you know how worried I was?! You should be more careful saint!." She reprimanded Riento, sighing. as she put her hand on her hips, clutching at her maid uniform.

  "You should rest for a week before resuming your activities like your training with sir Robert, and any meetings you have scheduled are also postponed saint." Emily informed Riento, asking him if he felt okay, if something hurts over and over again for the next thirty or something minutes.

  She also quickly caught Riento up to what happened in the three week coma he went through. "Remember, saint, RECUPERATION AND REHABILITATION FIRST."

  Emily reminded Riento once more. Before finally saying her farewells, as she left the room, going to go get his meal.

  "It's only been a day since I went here and I already got into a three week coma! What kind of bad luck is this?!." Riento complained, brows furrowing.

  He leaned back, lying down on his soft comfortable bed, is this bed made out of cotton or what? It's so soft...

  Riento thought to himself, staring at the ceiling, waiting for Emily to return from her trip to go get his food.

  "So much happened in a day..." He muttered.

  Emily returned with his meal, spoon feeding his every gram of it. Riento was embarrassed while she did it.

  I'm a grown man... Why do I have to get spoon fed something I can do perfectly fine?.