"Returning to the outside world"

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Act 7: Izuku Midoriya

In the midst of happiness, of the fulfillment of having found his soulmate after so much confusion, he had the pleasure of swallowing those seconds as if they were going to be the last and passing away prematurely.

Pass away, huh? It would be a shame to die anywhere other than in the outside world, wouldn't it? So he would make sure to return.

The ground that covered Todoroki's body sheltered him too, being soft to the touch, brushing against every part of his skin, gathering the happiness they had found.

Once they got up from their meeting, they began to talk about the things they had to do until now.

Todoroki had it more difficult because he fell through another area of the territory, because he was battling with the nobility of the middle ages, which was very toxic to deal with people, with a closed mind and very religious ideas, not very flexible.

Midoriya shared his experience living at home with the family, noting that Todoroki listened to him without interruption, a feature that he liked very much.

Midoriya didn't contemplate that the mission that was put to them was going to be so complicated, because, now that they were together nothing happened, the woman he saw weeks ago didn't appear, it was so strange that there was no sign of her anywhere in that vast territory in which they were both walking now.

Todoroki stopped in his boxes, looking very unsatisfied.

"What is it, Todoroki?" He asked a little taken out by his attitude.

"Now that we met" He said slowly. "What's next? I mean, that woman told us to meet and then go get her, but… where is she?"

He continued walking, feeling that Todoroki was following him.

"I don't know" Midoriya breathed, thoughtfully.

"We must find her, Midoriya" Todoroki suggested. "We can't stay stranded here, what will happen to our bodies? We don't even know how long it's been out there."

"I feel like it's been months" Midoriya sighed. "This situation is so strange"

"I don't understand." Todoroki put a hand to his forehead. "What do we do, Midoriya?" He looked at him as if all the answers were on paper, but even Midoriya had not the slightest idea of what was happening.

He gestured at him blankly.

They both sighed at the same time.

"Meanwhile" Midoriya decided to speak. "Let's find a place to spend the night, so tomorrow we will have a fresher mind" He suggested as an alternative.

"Yes" Todoroki agreed, looking a little more relieved. "Although, I have no food, I barely made any money"

"Don't worry about it" Midoriya assured, smiling in pride. "I have enough money and I learned to collect fruits and seeds, and to hunt animals"

"Really?" He said surprised.

Midoriya nodded emphatically.

"You did a lot of things in this world" He accepted.

"Yes"

"I actually did almost nothing" Todoroki admitted a little disappointed. "I walked without a fixed place, moving from place to place, collecting money, buying food, and the same cycle repeated"

"I worked selling clay merchandise." Therefore, he explained the trainings that he went through going from town to town, delivering clay merchandise to the residences that needed them, after they gave their respective salary at the end of the day.

Without much choice of what to do next, they stayed in an empty cave with enough space to house two people of their size; In addition, Midoriya took advantage of his hunting skills and with his sword he killed a hare, which they cooked with the fire that Todoroki created thanks to his Quirk.

They ate roasted hare, Midoriya decided to take out a loaf of bread that he still kept in reserve.

Not one of them said anything, except to eat what they had just prepared, silenced by the cool winds of the night.

Without expression, Midoriya watched the stars hoping to be absorbed voluntarily by his own strength, by his interference in swallowing it and returning to the outside world, because, he knew that it had been a long time since he abandoned everyone without an explanation.

Just as heaven looked back at him, just like that he remembered Kacchan's eyes looking at him when they were alone. That feeling of feeling complete, and for some reason, he didn't understand being in the world outside, but he barely understood and digest it in the world inside. He understood it despite not having him by his side during such a beautiful night, surrounded by a beautiful clear sky and he dared to suppose that if he were by his side, he would hug him from behind to keep him warm and comforting, resting his chin on his shoulder, saying any other bland comments about the weather, or saying how irrelevant it was for him to see the sky at night if there was nothing to behold in his eyes; even if he didn't stop complaining, he wouldn't leave his side, that's how Kacchan was with him. Much noise and few nuts, he smiled at that thought, usurping his mind in moments like this, where silence reigned with crown and imposing presence.

Although, in the cave bed, the painful sensation of his back when lying on the hard stone, did not allow him to fall asleep, his mind wandered even making connections between his intertwined thoughts, entangling himself in a non-stop to give up bumps on the head.

He had only just realized how selfish he sometimes was with Kacchan.

For much of his first year at U.A. He didn't want to be in the same classroom with him, he didn't want to have to take the same path back as his, he didn't want to have the opportunity to talk to him, he didn't want to be on the same team as him at any school activity. Anyway, he didn't want to deal with him, or anything that involved Kacchan.

He didn't know if it was by chance of fate and his ignorance, but instead of being away from his tormentor, they approached him, only that was how he realized Kacchan's mistakes towards him, his feelings, the reason for many of his actions, which he himself caused in Kacchan without knowing it.

He had to experiment with his absence to appreciate everything Kacchan did for him.

In the midst of immensity, he remembered how they spent Kacchan's seventeenth birthday, since his was before him. He took him to a Chinese food restaurant that was specialized in spicy food, in itself, was one of the best in that area and was filled with many people who love spice, so he decided to take him to a decent hour in the afternoon; Kacchan was delighted with the place, with the smells, with the dishes, above all, because he had the interest in celebrating his birthday apart from the others.

He knew this when he commented on it after Midoriya had poked himself with the dish from the low-spice section. He tearfully, the water didn't tickle him, but he didn't give up to gave himself ways and leave the dish unfinished, because it was his boyfriend's birthday.

Kacchan laughed at him when he saw him tear from the poking, but then became silent, capturing Midoriya's attention. Kacchan's silences were rare, because they were neither common nor frequent, they were only spontaneous.

"What is it, Kacchan?" He asked uneasily from his silence. He looked up from his second plate of noodles in extra-spicy sauce, seeing his concern, frowned and grimaced.

"Nothing that matters to you" He replied roughly.

He knew that Kacchan was not expressive, and he rarely expressed his feelings through words, more than giving him doses of affection every so often, like taking his hand very sporadically, stealing a kiss on his cheek or even his lips, when he hugged him very tight in an instant, but those were signs of affection when they were in crowded places or also at school, but when they were alone, Kacchan became very sweet with his gestures and actions. They became deep displays of affection.

Midoriya fell silent, glancing down at the stormy low-spicy dish that stared at him mockingly, because he couldn't even eat it without writhing from the intensity that affected his taste senses.

Kacchan stopped eating, looking up at him.

"Tsk" He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya looked at him questioningly, tilting his head slightly.

"Thanks, you idiot" He snapped, causing his cheeks to turn crimson red and stupefaction settled on his freckled face.

"I-it's nothing" He stuttered, feeling his tongue catch in his mouth.

"Deku" He put his expression firmly, that meant he was serious.

"Y-yes?" Midoriya became nervous.

"What I mean is that" He cut himself, closed his eyes as if trying to explain what was going through his head, but he couldn't find the correct words to tell them. Kacchan clenched a fist, clenching his jaw.

He was having a hard time expressing his feelings to him, Midoriya had all the disposition to wait for him.

"What I mean is I feel like you care, okay?" He spat.

"Eh?" He froze, livid.

"That I matter to you, stupid Deku" He slapped the table with his open hand. "I already realized that you do care, that's it"

He opened his eyes in amazement, did Kacchan start to think those things about him? Well, it was true that Midoriya many times pulled him away due to the bullying that made him for much of his life, in some way it was justifiable, but it was curious that Kacchan doubted his affections.

"You think I don't like you?" He said in a doubtful tone.

"Hm." He groaned, fixing his gaze on the still-steaming food.

He took that as a "yes", a clear and forceful yes on his part.

"Why?" He lowered his head, staring at him.

He didn't understand his reasons for doubting his feelings, as much as he stamped himself against the wall to understand what was happening inside him, it should not happen in reverse.

Kacchan sighed, twisting his gesture.

"Don't make me say it" It seemed that he was suffering from not being able to speak it directly. Was it so hard for him to tell him his thoughts?

"W-why do you think that about me?" He muttered, saddening his expression. This somehow upset Kacchan, who looked up in alarm to see him that way.

"Fine" He snapped gruffly. "You never take the initiative of anything, Deku, that's why I" He cut himself again between his words. Kacchan always suffered to express himself. "That's why I assumed you didn't love me the same way as I love you."

"Initiative" He breathed out very much without understanding him.

Kacchan gritted his teeth, shaking his head in denial.

"I knew you wouldn't understand, Deku" Seeing his blank gesture, he added: "Don't think about it too much"

"B-but, you doubt me" He said low.

"No, asshole, I don't doubt you!" He exclaimed altered. "What happens is that I want you to take the initiative with me, you understand?"

"No" He replied with a blank face.

Kacchan looked at him as if he wanted to explode his face in that precise moment when he answered that, but he stopped himself.

"You are such an idiot to understand the easiest things" He complained, tensing his muscles. Midoriya still kept the same puzzled expression on his face. "I" Helowered his tone. "I often feel that you don't like me, that you are with me for I don't know, so that I don't hate you, or whatever"

"That's what you think of me?" He inquired, still with a blank gesture.

Kacchan nodded.

"But I like you, Kacchan" He replied, blushing immediately. He looked up, turning red.

"Don't confess here!" He hissed sheepishly.

"I like you, Kacchan" He said again with more strength. "I would never lie to you with that, I am incapable of doing it"

Instead of yelling at him to shut up, he calmed down, hesitating a little. That human side of Kacchan was the rarest to see, the side that he didn't even show, since he kept it so hidden that it was enough to tear each of his barriers with his nails.

For Midoriya, treading on the human side buried inside Kacchan was still unknown terrain, but he was willing to risk confessing to him.

"So you like me, then?" Kacchan's dubious voice gave off all the dread a breakup of their relationship caused him.

"Yes" He said for sure.

"You don't like the half and half?"

"No!" He stated straight. "I just like Kacchan"

"Hm." He returned his attention to the plate of noodles in extra hot sauce. "Let's continue then, the food will get cold"

For a brief moment he saw a smile on Kacchan's face that indicated relief. Midoriya opened his eyes shocked by his dazzling and hidden smile, that was even rarer to witness, so it was extremely valuable when he saw it..

That same day he had bought two tickets online to see the premiere of a movie that Kacchan had been mentioning for several days that he wanted to go see. It wasn't the genre of movies that Midoriya liked, but they were the genre that his boyfriend liked, so he wanted to do something for him, in addition to spicy food.

"Leaving here we will go to the theaters" Midoriya reported suddenly, when they had finished eating.

"For what?" His boyfriend faced.

"To see this!" He gave him the two printed tickets of the movie.

"You hate horror movies" He replied, glancing at the tickets cautiously, giving him a look of not knowing what to feel.

"It doesn't matter, it's because it's your birthday Kacchan" He excitedly highlighted.

"You shouldn't have bothered to buy them, Deku" He said, moving, squeezing the tickets a bit in his hand. "With the food was enough"

"It's okay, Kacchan" He assured.

"You damn asshole" He sputtered, holding himself back; after a few seconds a huge blush appeared on his face. "But, that's how I love you"

What a memory that struck Midoriya's memory in the cloak of night, under him own musings.

But it wasn't just that particular memory, it was a rush of memories that had been in the company of Kacchan since their relationship began. He didn't anticipate that he would relive everything in his mind again, it felt so real, he tasted like reality smashing into his face, a bitter taste mixed with how sweet Kacchan's scent was, a taste of reality on his palate, a taste that returned him to the past when he least expected it.

And yet there was nothing he could do with what his mind played on the circle of his heart.

Just as time involuntarily ruled over his life, so his mind captured images for his heart to pound and twist.

Suddenly an idealization struck him, causing his mind to tickle.

What if the Time Quirk was playing with him and Todoroki?

What if the logic of meeting in the Middle Ages was only for him to realize how much he was worth and Todoroki too?

Somehow, he had not learned anything about his connection with Todoroki, but he did learn to fend for himself, to hunt animals, to collect fruits and seeds, not to depend so much on the OFA but on his own physical strength, to use a sword, to increase his sense of direction, to improve every weakness he had until recently.

Yes, now everything began to fit into the laborious puzzle that the woman having the Quirk of time put on them.

He had no more doubts, he had just deciphered the reason why he was there and how to get out of that same place, all that was left was to wait for Todoroki to wake up to be able to return.

Returning to the outside world, that would be an adventure he had to live.

Act 8: Katsuki

Dusk had come, which brought together only one thing: Deku had been in that state for half the day.

Some of his classmates retired tired from the clinic, remaining only his friends and Deku's friends, who were also friends with the half and half.

Yaoyorozu raised different theories about the possible reason why both were unconscious, but neither agreed with the other, and neither of the others wanted to continue listening to the subject any longer.

How eager to deal with their theories if neither of them opened their eyes at once.

All Might came to visit Deku, worried about the state of his successor, but after a while he retired as he couldn't bear to see his successor in that position, as if he were a sleeping beauty, a sweet creature that was dedicated to sleep, with his skin made of the finest silk, his freckles detailing his undeniable beauty, his hands evenly resting on each side, his chest expanding as his slow, deep breathing. At times, he noted that Deku was fighting a fight with himself, an unusual fight against his self.

Katsuki sensed that because of the bullying that he did during childhood, it reverberated greatly with the confidence and self-esteem of his boyfriend when it came to settling for his shortcomings, which caused him frustration and it showed when he looked down towards the ground, also when he didn't even enjoy his favorite dish, Katsukdon.

If Deku had a battle with himself, it would surely last a long time. But that possibility floated in the atmosphere, a singular feeling inside that didn't give him certainty, or an iota of tranquility.

That feeling he couldn't shake it from his body, how could he not have answers to his questions?

It made him think he was lying awake when he saw many signs of Deku frustrated with himself when things got out of hand. A clear example was when he wasn't being able to save Eri the first time on his first day of residence.

Poor Deku was frustrated for days, not enjoying what was happening around him, failing in training (which was rare for him), walking in a frenzy through the school hallways with his head down and his fists clenched in tension.

Katsuki couldn't find a way to make him smile, to make him see that things would soon be solved and that the pain and frustration he felt would disappear.

He realized that he must have give him his space, given him time to reflect on it as an event that arose to help him grow, not as one that hurt him, fortunately, it did happen that way.

Deku emerged victorious from that mission and their relationship followed that stable course that characterized it. He had worried that something bad would happen to him, but seeing him so resplendent with the girl in his arms, he was able to recover the color on his face and to hug his boyfriend tightly when he released Eri and rushed to hug him as if that was the case that his life depended on it.

There were so many things the two of them had dealt with before that, but who ultimately believed that they strengthened their ties, but he was wrong to assume that everything would be all right, when in reality everything was going to hell.

He imagined that Deku would break up with him and their relationship would end in the end.

It frustrated him to believe that would happen when Deku woke up, as much as he saw it coming from that moment, he didn't want it to come true, he couldn't bear it to happen before his eyes and he couldn't stop it, he couldn't do anything to amend it.

He didn't admit it to the cry of war, but he always feared inside that Deku would be the one who would get tired of the relationship and broke up with him, but since Deku became his boyfriend, he never thought of breaking up with him, on the contrary, he used to assume in his imagination that they would always be together, that they would marry after high school and go to live together, that they would have a house or an apartment, but a place to call home, that perhaps they would argue, but in the end everything would be fixed and everything would be fine.

What a stupid imagination, right? He said to himself seeing Deku there in bed. I am a pathetic idiot.

A hand settled on his shoulder, he tilted when he saw that it was his best friend, looking at him with some caution, behind him was Kaminari.

"What do you want?" He spat.

"Why don't you eat, Bakugou? You've been here all day" Kirishima suggested with a hint of concern.

"I'll stay with Deku" He declared, tilting his head in the direction of his boyfriend.

"At least take a walk and come back" He suggested again in a subtle tone. "It will do you good to get some fresh air"

Katsuki exhaled, brushing off his friend's hand, his hand twitching. He needed to take a breath for a few minutes, he already knew that Deku would not wake up in his absence, because everything would continue in the same quiet and still state.

Uraraka and Iida assured him that they would be there watching over his friends while he was away.

"Okay" He agreed with trouble.

Kirishima and Kaminari saw him relieved.

Katsuki went out with his friends for a walk down the hall, going to buy some drinks in the vending machine, at that moment he remembered his thirst. He had not ingested liquid since Deku collapsed.

Drinking fresh water, running the liquid down his throat, quenching his thirst reduced his discomfort.

"Are you feeling better, bro?" Kirishima questioned, opening a package of cookies he chose from the vending machine. Katsuki groaned, which they assumed was a yes. "That's good"

"What do you think of Midoriya and Todoroki happen to them?" Kaminari burst in. Kirishima elbowed him, scolding him with his eyes.

"That was reckless" He whispered secretly, but Katsuki heard that perfectly well.

Damn, even Recovery Girl couldn't give them a decent explanation, because she didn't know what happened to the two of them herself.

How to know what was happening if neither the professional in the matter could understand it?

The three of them stayed in that place for a while, eating cookies from the package of Kirishima, resting in the aisle chairs.

The atmosphere calmed him a little, but not entirely, because after fifteen minutes of being out of the room, he wanted to return.

"We'll go with you, bro" Kirishima said when he saw him get up.

"Yes, that's why friends are for" Added Kaminari, taking Kirishima's hand and saying this, they accompanied him as good friends that were with him, as much as Katsuki put them aside, the two of them didn't judge him and they treated just as he was.

On the way back to the room, they heard a crash, and then the door slid open, a green flash of light appearing to their amazement, crashing into him, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards, the figure fell on top of his chest.

That unmistakable hair that made up a single person who lay on his chest, to his amazement, he was awake.

"D-deku?" He pronounced, moved and relieved to see him awake, wrapping his arms around him, but he shook himself free of his grip, raising his head in a sudden movement. Suddenly Todoroki emerged from the door, running towards the stairs.

"Where is she?!" Deku's urgent expression, his evident rejection of affection, puzzled him.

"She went that way" Todoroki replied.

"Deku?"

The latter didn't react, turned away from him and stopped springing and ran in the same direction that Todoroki ran away.

He was stunned, unable to tie up dots of what had just happened before his eyes. Deku was awake, as was the half-and-half bastard, and they fled in perfect condition for the stairs.

What was happening?

His friends helped him up, stunned like him.

Deku's friends turned pale from the room in pursuit of them, but upon seeing the three of them, they boarded them.

"What was that?" Katsuki snapped.

"We don't know" Uraraka replied. "Out of nowhere they woke up and started talking to each other and ran like crazy"

"It seemed they were chasing something" Added Iida, who looked saner than Uraraka. "They said things that pretended they were in pursuit, but I don't know of what"

"Now that you say it" Uraraka chanted, calming down a bit. "They were eager to catch something, but we have to go for them"

"Where did they go?" Kirishima replied.

Katsuki ran to the window of the room where Deku and Todoroki were staying, sticking his nose to the glass, catching the recognizable figures of his boyfriend and his friend running outside the school, chasing what seemed to be a white light that clinked and that propelled them to move faster.

Before his friends reached the window, he turned.

"Let's go after them" He stated in an unrecognizable tone.

They all ran out of the room.

Act 9: Izuku Midoriya

At dawn the sky was tinged with a soft, colorful reddish hue.

Midoriya looked at him with wide eyes, contemplating the perhaps soon return to the world outside.

It was ironic to believe that these dawns had ceased to exist in his daily life, but since he had arrived there, he could enjoy them from the temper of his eyes, in the crepe of his dying body when he woke up.

The verve of the morning encouraged contemplation, very similar to the passing of the seasons, where each one had its own reason for being, just as he had his reason for being, his own reason for existing.

It was better than anything else.

The nakedness of its brilliant light enraptured the most tragic spirit, as tragic as its thoughts used to be in full contemplation, in subtle reflections, in the days without a reason that they are days, but that prolonged their length.

That sunrise could be a heavenly light.

He tilted his gaze, seeing Todoroki lying on the cold stone floor, looking like an angel fallen from heaven, adding his fine eyelashes, his graceful hands, and the rest of his body alluding to an exceptionally incredible being.

As soon as Todoroki woke up, he told him what he had been thinking about how to return, to which Todoroki accepted as quickly as he heard it and after having breakfast, they set off with going back.

Curiously, that day it was a hot weather, perhaps a reflection that they would manage to return or it could be anything else, it did not matter.

"Going back, it sounds so strange, don't you think?" Todoroki commented in a rambling tone.

"What do you mean by that?" Midoriya raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, I feel like it's been a long time since we entered this world and still I feel like I barely got here" He said rightly.

"It's funny, because the same thing happens to me" He returned the feeling. "But, it's time to go back and if we do things right, we can know our origin, don't you think, Todoroki?"

"I think so" He stated, after a brief, tiny silence between the lines.

"We've already left the others a long time waiting for us" He muttered, smiling a little low. "Shall we start?" He looked at Todoroki in complete confidence.

Todoroki took a few seconds to reply, but after all, he nodded, his expression downcast.

Both activated their Quirks, placing the greatest emphasis on their individualities, and holding hands, they expressed that they understood everything and were ready to return.

In that lapse of time, the woman appeared a few meters away, as heavenly as Midoriya remembered her, with her dancing curls and slender figure, planted on the same ground as them. He smiled at them in mischief.

"Good job, Izuku, you figured out the riddle" The woman said.

Midoriya saw her with his eyes open, shocked by the sudden force that absorbed him and Todoroki in an instant in less than a second. Something foreign to him absorbed him.

Suddenly, he felt himself fainting in a free fall in a dark space, even with Todoroki's hand in his, that meant that both were still together, so the pressure with which he grabbed him increased, in case the impact of the fall was greater than its resistance.

Without anticipating it, his sword was no longer at his waist, nor were his medieval shoes, his backpack was not hanging from his back.

They were falling, falling so fast that the air forced itself to enter his lungs in a sudden jerk, the meandering of the air making the skin of his pores bristle led to a sudden chill running through his entire body.

The black color around him changed, changing to a light pink, sparkling and picturesque. A pink that covered them.

Todoroki fell below him, looking like a mattress that would catch him from the impact of the fall, and at that precise moment, he didn't know if it was due to the force of gravity, the restlessness of the moment or inertia, but his lips stamped with those of Todoroki. An unusual sensation of power filled it like electric shocks, similar to violent shaking.

What was happening?

His mouth trapped by the magnetism of Todoroki's, from which, he looked at him with wide eyes in surprise, his hands resting on his waist, fixing his body so that he didn't move away from his.

As they kissed, his fall slowed, entering the sensation of being floating in the water, rocking by the slow and paused rhythm of the waves of the water.

They landed with their feet planted on the smooth ground, parting from the strange kiss they had given each other. It had been the first time they had kissed and it was an explosion of sensations and colors that it couldn't even be described.

They looked into each other's eyes, Todoroki expressing guilt, and Midoriya expressing fright.

Neither of them articulated a word.

A visual silence remained in the introspective environment.

They each separated from the vicinity, shifting their gaze forward, because Midoriya felt watched, not by Todoroki, but by someone else.

He was correct in assuming that, for the woman who absorbed them into his Quirk of which they had been subjected without their own will, without their consent.

She was standing, looking at them as if she was waiting for them, and maybe it was that way, however, he didn't deny that he felt an electrifying sensation surrounding all over his body.

He realized when his eyes contemplated the mischievous smile of the woman who was just beginning the important challenge, would hardly know his reason for existing for being him, for being Izuku Midoriya and not Deku.

"Will you catch me or just stand there static?"

He felt Todoroki twitch and chase after her, releasing Midoriya from his grasp.

"Todoroki, wait!" He went after him urgently, quickening his pace.

Suddenly, in what he was running, he felt absorbed again by the power of that woman, sucking Todoroki first, then sucking him as if it were a giant magnet, a magnet that they could not shake off by much force that made about.

The wind went through his ears deafening him, the skin pricked like needles, encrusting giving the sensation of being stingers, he breathed the best he could do, because the violent shaking made him dizzy.

Where was he going? Good question, he was going back to the outside world.

The remaining pieces to fit into the puzzle of his life would soon be amended, the memories would become fragments of what is and what was, life could not know more bittersweet than at that thunderous moment.

He would leave everything that so much calm had brought him to meddle with the place that called him Quirkless, the place that didn't accept him as he was, the place where he often felt the oddity of solitude accompanying him in absolute normality.

Bitter normality, he would suppose.

Amid the crowd that sucked him, the blue color faded from his sight, the beautiful stars were breaking in the sky.

Everything was falling behind, along with his growth, with the people he met and brought him in, the flower beds in the garden. Everything was moving away from his grasp, from his own proximity.

He was shaken more frequently, being forced to close his eyes by the force of the intense light that received him in the distance, and that little by little was getting closer to it, or was he getting closer to it?

As soon as he opened his eyes with a blow that sent him shaking to react to the impact, the first thing he saw was a white room. Frightened, he shook his head everywhere, recognizing the type of location he was used to seeing when he was hurt in training or in combat.

It didn't take more than a minute to realize that he was no longer in the inside world, but in the outside world.

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P.S. I hope you liked this chapter, I am close to the ending.