Writing Love Letters in the Enemy’s Toilet - A Vow of Eternal Love, Even After Rebirth (Transmigration) - Chapter 27

“Beeeep…”

From the depths of his fading consciousness, Kuno could hear that sound, distant at first, echoing in the darkness. Slowly, it grew nearer—then drifted past him.

Then—

“Chisato.”

A voice called his name, shaking his shoulder gently.

Kuno opened his eyes. To his left stretched a wide blue sea. Looking around, he realized he was sitting in the backseat of a car.

“Where… is this?” he muttered.

His friend, Suetsugu, sitting beside him, gave him a puzzled look. “What are you mumbling about? We’re almost there.”

“Ah… right,” Kuno replied faintly. He remembered now—he was on his way to Hayama, to spend the day cruising on Suetsugu’s boat. Somewhere along the ride, he must have dozed off.

When they reached the marina, Kuno and his friends boarded the cruiser. “All right, let’s go~!” Suetsugu cheered as he started the engine.

As the boat glided across the waves, Kuno leaned back, lost in thought. “Still… dying in a dream? Not exactly a good omen,” he sighed. “But that Haruka… she was such a sweet girl…”

He furrowed his brow. “Why did I even dream something like that? Me being Sen no Rikyu… Sure, in middle school they used to tease me—‘Kuno Chisato’ rearranges into Sen no Rikyu—but come on…”

“Hmm? Nagata Nobuo… if I rearrange that, it’s…” He chuckled to himself, but before he could finish the thought, they arrived at their diving spot.

They prepared their gear and plunged into the sea.

The water offshore was colder than near the shallows, but it was alive with beauty—white-banded snailfish, delicate sea slugs like Sumizumemino, gliding gracefully in the current.

As they dove deeper, they spotted a tobeshark, a lionfish, even a flat stingray sweeping across the sand.

After a while, satisfied, Suetsugu raised his thumb and pointed upward.

Kuno followed his friend’s gesture with his eyes. “Already? I wanted to stay down a bit longer…” he thought.
“Well, guess that’s it then…” He kicked upward—but suddenly, his legs felt heavy.

Frowning, he looked down—

A shadow loomed beneath him.

Someone—no, something—was gripping his leg.

The figure was underwater, yet wore no mask, no regulator, not even a tank.

“Not… human?” Kuno’s heart raced. He tried to surface, but the grip only tightened.

Bubbles streamed from his mask, rising toward the sunlight far above. The hand crept higher—from his ankle, to his thigh, then his waist.

And then—his shoulder.

A face appeared before him.

Kuno’s eyes widened. He knew this face.

“This guy… He was in that dream—on the way here—yes, that’s right, he was…”

Memories rushed back.

“The astrologer Lucifel… who visited Yoshifushi… The same Lucifel from the military lab… the one who studied the Suzaku Project…”

The figure leaned close, peered into Kuno’s eyes, and grinned.

“Now, it begins again…”

His voice was low, chilling.

“Amuse me once more.”

As Kuno’s vision dimmed, he understood—

So… it was him. He was behind everything…