When I entered my house, I was greeted with the sight of terror.

"You're late, my retainer! Tardiness is not something that I, the Demon Lord of the Sixth Heaven, approve of! If I was in a fouler mood than I am currently, your skull would have become the newest addition to my collection of drinking cups!" A single eye glittered with desire from underneath the bill of their cap. "Unless...you have something to offer, in exchange for your middling life?"

About fifteen minutes ago, I had finished unloading all of the boxes I had deemed necessary for my use in my new life in Japan. All of the necessities that a simple man would need on his way to becoming a great Light Novel novelist packed into cardboard boxes, all ready to be unpacked for me to begin a new chapter in my life. During the several hours of moving, traveling and waiting patiently, I had resolved myself to not take a single respite during my work. It was only after I had managed to bring in the last package did I finally allowed myself to rest, taking a moment to consider the arduous task of unpacking everything that awaited me.

Deciding that it would be for the best for me to continue in the morning, as the sun was setting and I hadn't eaten lunch or dinner yet, I had changed clothes, closed and locked the door, before walking towards the nearest convenience store with my only thought being what I would eat for dinner that night. All the while, my mind was completely calm, a still lake being the only thing that I envisioned in my inner psyche.

Got the picture in your head? Good.

Because the sight that befell me when I returned home was akin to seeing a group of screaming children running about deciding that peace was overrated, before engaging in a ballistic water gun fight to terrorize the local wildlife.

Not a very apt description of my psyche, but it would have to do.

Back to the subject at hand.

Red eyes stared straight into my own, blazing with a fire far beyond that of other men. Brimming with life, confidence, and everything else in-between, such were those eyes. With a primal hunger that could not be suppressed with something as simple as worldly materials, they quietly evaluated me, pressing me to prove to her just how much mettle I had within me. It was a gaze which longed to obtain something more, a curdling greed which defined their owner's very existence.

Long black hair with tresses that spooled all over the floor, giving a regal air to the sole occupant who was sitting on a golden cushion procured from...somewhere.

An angry red cape rested on their shoulders, ordained with a single gold chain that held the entire ensemble to their body. Combined with the blatant military uniform they were wearing, the whole outfit was trying very hard to be outlandish.

Which it was. Even by American standards.

All of this paled in comparison with the, admittedly, over-the-top military cap adorned with a golden sun, a symbol of power which practically screamed attention. This person wanted all eyes on them, for people to know what their face looked like and make them burn the image into their memory. This was someone who cared less if the enemy focused their efforts on targeting them, only laughing in the face of a challenge.

These clues should probably have made me become bewildered. Confused. Perhaps even shocked and scared. Not everyone in the world would be able to react coherently when they realized that Nasu-sensei's Oda Nobunaga, Sengoku-era warlord in all of her Westernized glory, was sitting on a cushion in the middle of their room. Along with the fact that she had casually threatened them by offering to turn their skull into a sakazuki cup.

Which was all happening to me right now.

I could have screamed. Called for help. Hell, I could have accepted death wholeheartedly, considering that some people would die (literally) for a chance to be touched by their favorite anime waifu. Throughout all of this, I could have let my thoughts fly, wondering how the living hell did a gender-inaccurate, fictional character managed to summon themselves into the real world, before deciding that my house was the perfect place to crash. Then, ponder over why she was addressing me so familiarly, all the while fanboying my heart out before I died.

All of these things I could have done, just to spare myself from the trouble of dealing with the future problems which would inevitably follow afterward. Every little issue that involved taking care of a living, breathing Servant could have been completely avoided, had I decided to just bite the bullet and turn away from everything.

"Here's some strawberry milk."

"Okay! You're forgiven~!"

Instead, I embraced my role as her monkey. And just like that, day one in Japan ended, with my new life beginning.

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Life Achievement Get: [First Housemate!]

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