Shielding his eyes with the palm of his hand, Kazuma could not help but feel even more out of place than he usually did. Everything seemed even brighter, louder, unreal and so completely different from the days when he used calligraphy pens to write and read by candlelight. Now, everything is all nanotechnology and artificial, and it left the shinki feeling a sense of being even more out of place.

Luckily for Kazuma, he wasn't the only one who did not quite fit in this new world. Yato's name and a little dancing Donation bottle that made Yato's avatar drew Kazuma's attention, and his growing frown subtlety hitched up into a proper smile.

"Morning Yato," Kazuma answered as he opened up the flashing message and flicked his fingers to throw up a neon pink screen, switching from text message to a video call.