Characters: Guevara, Musashi, Tokugawa, SPEC, Dorian, Yanagi, Oliva

You don't know what's wrong with you, but you decide to take a trip to a middle-of-nowhere island in Central America before you graduate, despite everyone around you trying to dissuade you from going to an island with a black travel alert, but with the spirit of John Chau's ※ traveling to North Sentinel Island, India in an attempt to convert the tribe to Christianity, you went on the cruise

(※Note: John Allen Chau was an American Evangelical Christian missionary who was killed by the Sentinelese, a self-isolated uncontacted people, after illegally traveling to North Sentinel Island, India in an attempt to convert the tribe to Christianity.)

Although your end is not as tragic as that of John Chau, but it can also be described by the word "tragedy".

First, on a cruise to this island nation, you and your fellow passengers are robbed by pirates. You're in your room, working on your graduation thesis in psychology, and all of a sudden, your door is kicked in and men with rifles are yelling at you to bring out your valuables.

"Take whatever you want, but please don't bother me to study." You said coldly. You've been impatient with study, and now you've had a robbery that makes you even more unpleasant.

"Stop talking shit, take out all your money!" said the big guy who took the lead, still pointing his gun at you threateningly.

You laughed, and the laughter was pleasant, but the tone was light mockery, not so much a mockery of them as it was your own mockery of yourself.

"Anyway, my life sucks, and shoot me if you want. I don't care." You said, "After so many years of study, so many exams, and so many school debts, I still have to take the qualification exam for a Psychologist. Ah, I really want to die. I would rather die."

How ironic, you think, that psychology students are the ones who need to see a psychiatrist the most.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he asked. His expression of surprise was masked by a bushy beard that did not fit his infant's face.

When your throat tightened, tears almost came out of your eyes. Yet you hold back your sadness, raise your head, and sniff hard because all the decisions you've made in your life have one goal in mind—not to show weakness.

"I'm fine." you whispered, but your voice didn't sound really fine.

In the end, they feel sorry for you, so they don't rob you. Instead, they comfort you and invite you to dinner on the island, which you also accept without any sense of danger (students lose their minds when they hear about free meals).

The place for the dinner was the house of the big guy with a baby face, whose name was Seth. Seth's wife Jenna has prepared a feast for you and the rest of Seth's pals, filled with local dishes.

To be honest, for you who usually have heavy schoolwork and can only eat fast food, although these dishes are not delicious, they are very delicious. Jenna stuffed your plate with a lot of food, and everything was delicious.

"Y/N, you're a college student, right? What department do you study in college?" Seth was particularly interested.

"Psychology." you replied.

"Then do you know what I'm thinking now?"

"...pardon?"

"Aren't you studying psychology?" Seth said. "You must be able to read minds, right?"

"Even though you study Economics doesn't mean you are rich."

Everyone laughed.

When everyone is full, Jenna serves dessert, but you can't eat anything, so you decide to take a walk outside.

You just want to hang around seth's house at first, but as a road idiot(a phrase in the Asian community, it means someone who has no sense in direction), you accidentally come to a beach, seth's house has long disappeared without a trace.

"Damn, road idiot really can't go out alone."

You sigh but decide to sit on the beach for a while before leaving, looking up at Orion, the only constellation you recognize.

The wind whipped up the water, and it looked spectacular. The undulating waves stretch to the far horizon, and the sea appears to be breathing to you. As if it also had a spirit, shifting its paces, whispering softly, patting lightly on the long and narrow lakeshore covered with shiny black pebbles. Except for the sound of the waves blowing across the shore, the water was eerily silent.

But suddenly, you feel water dripping onto your head.

Is it raining?

You look up, and you see a man standing on the headland, peeing, and the urine is still coming at you.

You quickly back away, dodging the yellow liquid.

"You fucking imbecile! Go to the goddamn toilet if you want to excrete!!" you yell at the man on the headland.

The man is taken aback by your sudden shouting, looks down, and puts things back immediately after seeing you.

"Sorry! Didn't see you there!" The man showed an apologetic smile.

"Damn it!" You endured nausea and took off your urine-stained coat and then said to the man, "What's the use of the police if a single word of apology can solve the problem?"

"Then what do you want me to do?" The man scratched the back of his head as if he was troubled.

You think for a while, then answer: "Are you an islander here? Can you take me to the JG Hotel?"

"Okay, but you should change your clothes first. My house is nearby."

"Are you trying to abduct me to your house, kill me and then dismember me?"

"Today is indeed a good day for the dead."

"That doesn't sound right."

The man shrugged. "I'm fine with that if you don't mind walking around in clothes that smell like urine. And it's a long way from the JG Hotel."

Well, you really don't want to walk around in clothes that smell like urine, and it's really uncomfortable to have wet clothes clinging to your body, so you take the man's offer anyway.

(A/N: Please don't follow strangers as y/n did.)

You walk to the headland, and that's when you see him for the first time. He was tall and muscular, with fairly strong muscles, which made his clothes look extra small; his thin face made him more prominent with cheekbones and a high nose; his hair was long straight black, about your age.

"Ah, I can tell that you are a beautiful lady just by your voice." he said to you with a smile, every syllable like flirting.

Unfortunately, you don't buy it. "Ah, I can tell that you are a jerk just by your voice." you said bitterly.

"You broke my heart, dear." he said.

"You just pee on me. Do you want me to thank you?"

You two just arguing like this on the way to his home.

"You can't just walk down the street. Let me run some water for you first." With that, he takes you into the bathroom, walks to the bathtub, turns on the faucet, and the hot water gushes into the bathtub. "I'll get you some clothes."

"Why are you still here?" you ask. "Do you want to watch me taking shower?"

He showed a shit-eating grin, "If you don't mind, I can also bath with you."

"Okay, okay, our conversation is over," you said as you pushed him out of the bathroom.

When the bathroom is all alone, you finally take off your clothes, turn off the tap and step into the tub, into the water. When you wash, the water in the tub gets dirty. You put clean water in it to flush your head and face clean. Then you lie there and stare out the bathroom window at the courtyard, enjoying the caresses of the hot water.

The next second, the bathroom door was knocked, and a voice came from outside the door: "I left the bath towels and clothes outside. Come out and get them, I won't look at you."

You said "ok" and waited until he was far away before opening the door to get the bath towel and clothes. You dry yourself from head to toe with a towel, then put on a T-shirt and shorts, but his shorts are too big for you and slip off immediately, so you just don't wear them, and the T-shirt is big enough to cover your upper thighs anyway.

After getting dressed, you walked out of the bathroom, only to find that he had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

As soon as he saw you, he whistled and said with a sly smile, "Wanna hook up? I can send you straight to heaven."

"I can also send you straight to hell ♡!" you said sweetly.

This is how you met with Guevara.

You are the granddaughter of Tokugawa Mitsunari, and you were sent to grandpa's house in Tokyo by your parents during the summer vacation, and you also met Miyamoto Musashi at this time.

When you heard grandpa Tokugawa Mitsunari say that this black-haired man with murderous eyes was Miyamoto Musashi, you laughed out loud, thinking that grandpa was just kidding you.

How could it be, you thought, Miyamoto Musashi was already dead, wasn't he? And the Miyamoto Musashi in your imagination is not like this at all. The Musashi in your mind should be like "Vagabond", not the man who looks slightly like a Ukiyo-style painting.

Until Musashi "slashed" you, of course, he didn't really cut you with a sword, he just made you consciously feel that you were cut. But this is enough to convince you that the person in front of you is Musashi.

"Do you believe it now, brat?" Musashi asked.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have suspected you, but please don't slash me with your consciousness again." you said.

Musashi nodded, but still "slashed" you.

"You fuc--"

You were stopped by Tokugawa Mitsunari before you could finish. "Y/N, pay attention to your words and deeds, you can't be so rude to your elders."

You puffed out your cheeks and whispered why you were being blamed for no reason.

Tokugawa Mitsunari suggested again: "Instead of complaining here, why don't you walk around with Musashi? You don't have anything better to do anyway. "

So, you have to take Musashi out for a walk.

"If you do that imitation cut again," you threatened in a low voice, "I'll throw you on the streets of Tokyo."

"I will take you with me."

"Is this the greatest swordsman of the Edo period? No wonder you never had a wife."

"How dare you?!"

"Looks like I hit someone nerve here."

"Forget it, I don't bother arguing with a kid. Can you explain what that is?"

You look in the direction Musashi is pointing, only to see a white-haired man in plain black outfit with sunglasses strutting down the street while eating a crepe.

"That's a handsome guy who looks like Gojo Satoru." you say.

"I mean what he has in his hands."

"That's a crepe. What? You want it?"

"It look like delicious."

So you went to buy a crepe with a pudding flavor, and ate it with relish directly in front of Musashi.

"Who told you to use your imitation cut to me? I won't buy it for you."

Musashi isn't mad about it, but he uses his height advantage to take your crepe and take a bite.

He commented: "This crepe is delicious."

"I'm going to kill you! You crepe thief!" You tiptoed and held up your hands, trying to get your crepe back from him.

As a result, you lost your balance and fell forward, but fortunately Musashi caught you. He hugged your waist and stabilized your body. You're overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy, your cheeks blushing uncontrollably, your heart racing.

Seeing your reaction, Musashi chuckled and said jokingly, "Just a touch makes you so blush, haven't you ever been touched by another man?"

You pushed him away immediately and took a few steps back. "I've had a boyfriend, okay?"

"What do you mean by boyfriend?"

"Uh, it means lovers."

"It's unimaginable! There are people who like arrogant and unreasonable women like you."

"Go to hell."

Then he "slashed" you again.

You really want to kill him (if you have that ability).

-i cant. i just cant.

-He likes feeding you bullets♡

- do you want candy?

-Musashi: What is the answer?

-Yanagi: It's oxygen.

-Doppo: It's wooden chopsticks and paper bags! !

-Yujiro: It's Iaido.

-Ryuu kaiou: It's tofu.

-Doppo: It's David the Giant!

-Ali: It's JoJo (?)

-You: The truth is Jack's dentures.

-Some random dude: It's Hanayama.

- His heart is so small that there is only room for Maria.