When morning came the first thing i felt was a naked Dina still sleeping on my chest. I smiled seeing her but i had something i wanted to properly see with my own eyes instead through shido's memories.
I slowly yet skillfully took Dina off my chest and gently replaced myself with a pillow to substitute for my chest.
Now I stood before the mirror, finally seeing my complete appearance for of the current body I was in, or should I say my new body. As I looked at my body, nodding to myself as there was nothing ordinary about the body i reincarnated in terms of looks. Like fuck this previous host like hell took good care of his body.
This body didn't feel fragile. Didn't feel temporary. My presence didn't press down on the world, yet it settled into it naturally—like something that had always been meant to exist. I wasn't overwhelming. I was inevitable. Complete.
My hair fell short and silver around my head, catching the light with a soft, lunar glow. Not dull. Not flat. At its core, it was paleale white-silver, but faint threads of storm-grey ran through it, shifting subtly whenever I moved. It never lay perfectly in place—slightly unruly, quietly defiant—yet it was never messy.
Uneven bangs brushed just above my white-silver eyes, close enough to feel intimate, never enough to hide them. It felt like gravity treated it as a suggestion rather than a rule.
When I looked at my reflection, I understood what kind of beauty I had been given.
It wasn't loud. It didn't overwhelm or demand reverence. It was calm. Clean. Almost gentle. The kind of beauty gods possessed—but turned inward. Where theirs felt distant and crushing, mine felt present. Approachable. Real.
My eyes were where that feeling lingered the longest.
They were naturally drooped, half-lidded as if I were always on the edge of disinterest—or quiet amusement. Most of the time, they looked nearly closed, giving me a lazy, unbothered expression, like nothing in the world was urgent enough to deserve my full attention. Yet within that narrow opening, just a thin white-sliver of my gaze remained visible—watching.
A tiny, precise fragment that made it clear I was aware of everything.
When people looked at my eyes, they hesitated.
Not because they were hidden—but because they felt observed. Like they were being seen through a gap they hadn't noticed until it was too late.
Long, defined lashes framed them, reinforcing that heavy-lidded look. Not delicate. Intentional. The contrast made my gaze beautiful in a strange way—soft at a distance, unsettling up close. Relaxed, yet sharp beneath the surface.
My face was symmetrical without feeling artificial. Sharp enough to carry nobility. Soft enough to remain human. Every feature balanced—nothing excessive, nothing missing.
Then there was my body.
Lean. Athletic. Functional.
Muscle lined my frame with purpose, not exaggeration. This wasn't a body meant to be admired in stillness—it was built to move. Broad shoulders led into a strong back, arms and legs defined through balance rather than bulk. Strength lived in me quietly, controlled, restrained. I felt capable without feeling heavy.
I stood at 185 centimeters tall.
And as I breathed—truly breathed—I understood it.
This body wasn't made to dominate.
It was made to endure.
Not fragile. Not forgettable.
"Good," i whispered to myself in satisfaction then i paused and checked myself again.
Only then did I realize what I was wearing.
A cream-white shirt clung to my frame, every button left open, exposing a toned chest and defined abs as if the fabric itself had been tailored for me. The material was simple, almost plain—but it fit perfectly. Matching cream-white pants completed the outfit, made from the same cloth, unadorned and elegant.
What truly stood out were the symbols.
On the upper left of the shirt, stitched with quiet pride, rested the crest of the Urazaki family. The same symbol was embroidered on the left side of the pants. And on my left hand was a gold watch. And through my memories i knew this gold watch was real.
The crest itself was deceptively simple:
a large U at its center, a small circle nested within it, and eight sharp triangles radiating outward like the rays of the sun. Inside each triangle was a single character—marking the name of the family member the clothes belonged to.
Mine read clearly: Shido Urazaki.
Something stirred in my chest.
Suddenly remembering something important, I walked to the center of the chamber where a large table stood. I grabbed a random book, flipping through its pages until I found one that was still blank. When I looked around for a pen, I found none—only a quill resting beside an inkwell.
I sighed.
"This family is so old-fashioned… what year are we even in?"
Muttering to myself, I began to write.
Not nonsense—information.
Everything I remembered about this parallel Earth. Its rules. Its differences. Its dangers. I wrote it all down, aware that parts of Shido's memories were still missing, slowly resurfacing in fragments. If they faded again, I needed a record.
I didn't stop.
When I finally looked down on the gold watch i saw that, three whole hours had passed.
But i continued on writing. As i continued writing, deeply focused, I suddenly felt arms wrap around me from behind, gentle and familiar. Especially the softness that pressed hard against my back.
I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
A faint smile touched my lips as I spoke softly, "Dina… how are you feeling? Is your body well rested?"
I turned slightly, my eyes still drooped as they always were, but now softened with warmth. And there she was—Dina's beautiful face, close enough that I could feel her presence without effort.
Dina smiled at me—soft, sweet, and unmistakably flirtatious.
"I'm fine," she said gently. "Especially with how you took care of me. How could I not be?"
I turned fully toward her, my hands settling at her waist as I guided her onto my lap. She relaxed easily, resting her head against my chest as if it were the most natural place in the world. I wrapped an arm around her and began to stroke her hair slowly, rhythmically, looking down at her with quiet affection.
She had on one of my shirts—one of the ridiculously oversized ones I owned. The fabric hung loosely from her shoulders, so long it swallowed her frame entirely. It draped past her hips and covered her waist with room to spare, leaving nothing visible beneath it except her long, bare legs.
The contrast was striking. That shirt was made for me, yet on her, it looked softer… intimate. Like she had stepped into my space and made it her own.
We stayed like that for a long time.
No words.
No urgency.
Just warmth and comfort shared between two people who didn't need to fill the silence.
"Is your lower part feeling any pain?" I questioned her, my voice soft.
Dina laughed into her left hand and then, "it's all fine. I know what you might be thinking, but yes it is still throbbing, and maybe your thinking i should maybe use a healing talisman to heal myself easily, but I do not want to do that. As this throbbing pain is my prove that I yesterday truly happened and it was not a dream and i truly became one with you."
Hearing her words, my heart swelled with pride as I looked at her and said but the words healing talisman was files to the back of my mind for now, "You're one confusing woman, but how are you going to work? Do you not think people aren't going to question your limping?"
To my question instead of answering me she just suddenly became very silent.
Eventually, Dina shifted slightly—and then she spoke.
"Now that we've… done it," she asked softly, "what happens to us? What are we now?"
I looked down at her, genuinely surprised. To me, the answer felt obvious. But as I studied her face more closely, I noticed it—the faint tension behind her calm expression. A trace of worry she was trying to hide.
She was afraid.
Afraid that my words before had just been a way to get close to her. Afraid that this would end the moment the warmth faded.
I tightened my hold on her just a little and met her eyes.
"Dina," I said gently, making sure she was listening. "Listen to me, okay?"
She nodded.
"I won't lie to you. At first… I didn't fully understand your feelings. I really didn't. But about a week ago, I started to notice things. The little changes. The way you began wearing makeup you normally never did. The way you'd get shy whenever I touched you or stood too close—how you'd stiffen, then pull away."
Her fingers curled lightly against my shirt.
"Slowly," I continued, "I realized how much you cared about me. And at the same time… I realized I was falling for you too. I started seeing how kind you were. How beautiful. My family treats me like I don't matter—but you never did. Even though you were assigned to serve me, you never looked down on me. You always looked at me like I was worth something."
Her breathing grew shallow.
"And that's when it hit me. I don't see you as a servant. I never really did. I see you as a woman. A beautiful woman who takes my breath away—and I honestly can't believe it took me this long to understand that."
I lifted her chin slightly so she had to meet my eyes.
"What I said before wasn't just a line to get you into bed. Yes, I was attracted to you—I won't pretend otherwise. But I didn't want this to be a one-time thing. I wanted you. Completely. Not for a night… but for real."
I let the words settle, then spoke more softly.
"I'm yours, Dina. Just like you're mine. And if you want this to be official—if you want us to really be together—then I want you to be my girlfriend."
I smiled faintly.
"Not because of what we did… but because of who you are."
"And just so you understand that I'm not joking," I said softly, my voice firm beneath its calm, "I'm willing to tell your parents—your entire family—and even mine. I don't fear their judgment. I don't care what they think or how they'll react." I met her eyes. "I want them to know that you are mine, and that I am yours."
The moment the words left my mouth, Dina broke.
At first, it was only a soft sniffle. Then another. And then she was crying—shoulders trembling, breath hitching. Panic seized me instantly, a sharp fear that I had said something wrong.
But then, through her tears, she let out a small, broken giggle.
"I-I'm not crying," she said shakily, even as tears streamed down her cheeks. "These aren't tears of sadness. They're… they're tears of happiness." She took a breath, her voice cracking. "Because the one thing I've wanted since we were children… it finally happened. I'm finally yours."
She continued to cry, releasing years of emotions she had kept buried. I didn't interrupt her. I simply stayed there, watching over her, letting her finally let it all out.
A quiet thought crossed my mind—that the previous Shido should have noticed this long ago. But I couldn't truly blame him. With the pressure his family placed on him, it was no wonder he'd missed something so fragile and sincere.
But i didn't forget to mock the harem trope protagonists of some animes i previously watched.
After nearly ten minutes, Dina's tears finally subsided. We stood there in silence, a comfortable, shared stillness that needed no words.
Eventually, Dina was the one to break it.
"Shido…" she said hesitantly. "I was actually sent by your mother—Lady Vlaneth." She straightened, returning to her role, though her voice was softer now. "She asked me to check whether you're ready for the trial. It's today. I was supposed to ask you yesterday."
I frowned. "Trial?"
Confusion barely had time to settle before a sharp headache struck—intense, but brief. Five seconds later, it vanished, and understanding flooded in.
The trial.
As if the world itself had been waiting for that realization, a loud knock echoed through the chamber.
"Master Shido," a woman's voice called from beyond the door—polite, composed, and utterly emotionless. "The trial has begun. The elders have sent me to escort you to the arena, where the Urazaki family awaits."
The moment had arrived. I mentally grinned the moment the announcement echoed through the chamber.
So this was it.
I could already imagine them waiting—those elders, those spectators—eager to watch the useless Shido Urazaki get crushed for their amusement. The boy without an ability. The family embarrassment.
…Too bad that version of me was gone.
With the current me?
This wasn't going to be a humiliation.
This was going to be a face-slapping event, the kind you only see in anime when everyone realizes—far too late—that they made a mistake.
I glanced down at Dina, who was still sitting on my lap, and gave her a small signal by shaking my head. She understood immediately and slipped off me, standing aside.
I rose to my full height.
My left hand moved to my neck, cracking it slowly. A sharp pop echoed in the room. An animalistic grin spread across my lips, and though my eyes remained naturally drooped, the gaze behind them turned razor-sharp—piercing, predatory.
Anyone looking at me now would know one thing.
I was ready.
Dina, however, stared at me with clear confusion—and worry. I could tell exactly what she was thinking. To her, and to everyone else, I was still the Shido who had no ability.
But the current me?
I paused mid-thought as I turned my attention inward.
Something… felt off.
No—different.
There were two distinct forces inside me. One of them felt familiar, instinctive, like it had always been there, waiting. The other was harder to grasp—deeper, stranger, like something coiled just out of reach.
If my guess was right, then this might be—
Before I could finish that thought, Dina placed her hand against my chest.
The warmth grounded me.
I looked down at her and spoke with calm, unwavering confidence.
"Don't worry, Dina. I can see you're scared—but I'm not losing this."
A faint smile tugged at my lips.
"Trust me. Now let's both get changed. As we can't go out like this," i said pointing at our current states. Dina nodded with a blush.
Then we both began changing. And while changing i saw Dina do something that surprised me she suddenly took out a new maids dress from a the ring in her finger.
Seeing this i was momentarily surprised but shook myself out of it, filing it in my mind to figure later. Now i had to change.
After three minutes Dina was ready but with her dark blue hair now spilled freely down her back, instead of in a braid. Luckily due to yesterday event.
While i? Well check it out for yourselves: I didn't bother dressing for my family. I dressed for efficiency.
For my top I wore was a light—almost white, with a faint silver tone that caught the chamber's light without reflecting it back too sharply.
The top was loose enough to move in. The fabric rested against my shoulders like it belonged there, sleeves falling a little past my wrists when my arms hung relaxed.
Comfortable and Functional.
That mattered more than anything else.
The pocket on my chest was pointless, but I didn't mind it. It broke the blankness just enough. Made the whole thing look ordinary. Safe.
My pants were dark and built for movement. No stiffness, no ceremonial nonsense. They fit cleanly around my waist and hips, then fell straight down my legs, interrupted only by straps and seams that existed for a reason. Not decoration—utility. If I needed to pivot, drop, or shift my footing, nothing would resist me.
Ans for my i wore black shoes that were well grounded and stable. The kind that stayed where I put them.
The outfit framed me—not tightly, not loosely. It didn't show strength, but it didn't hide it either. Anyone looking would see a lean build, nothing special. Athletic, maybe. Easy to dismiss.
Good.
The pale fabric contrasted quietly against my silver hair, and I could tell the light was catching it just enough to make me visible—but not impressive. Just like any other Urazaki from my memories.
My eyes stayed drooped, unfocused to anyone watching. I let my posture do the same thing the clothes did—lower expectations.
I didn't need armor. I didn't need to announce myself.
If anything, the simplicity made it easier to breathe. Easier to move. Easier to think.
I was going to let them see someone plain. To let them see someone calm.
And by the time they realize they misjudged me…
It would already be too late.