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It was all as unexpectedly coincidental as a high school girl dashing out the door late for school—toast dangling from her mouth—only to collide head-on with a certain infamous "Truck-kun" bound to send her straight to another world.
Though in this case, Bokue Keikain hadn't sent anyone isekai.
Still, the blonde girl's attire made him wonder if he had stumbled into a different world altogether.
Unlike those eye-catching, High-slit, Body-hugging "Nun outfits" seen in modern ani, this was… an extrely traditional, loose-fitting habit.
Overly modest, without a hint of figure.
Honestly, in Bokue's opinion, she was overdressed for such warm weather.
Was there still soone this dedicated to cosplay?
No—focus, man.
Realizing his thoughts were drifting, Bokue snapped back to attention. He crouched beside the fallen blonde and offered his hand.
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"Hey, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine… I'm sorry…"
The response was unexpected. Despite her dazzling golden hair—clearly that of a Westerner—she spoke in near-perfect Japanese, her soft voice tinged with anxious politeness.
Only then did Bokue notice: the blonde "Nun" was really just a teen, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She had lovely erald eyes that tipped downward at the corners, giving her a timid, delicate air.
"Let help you up."
She instinctively took his offered hand, and a gentle tug lifted her upright. Bokue then picked up the white headscarf from the pavent and handed it over.
"Here."
"Thank you…"
With a polite bow, the young nun accepted it. So dust clung to the cloth from its fall, but she simply patted it off and replaced it on her head. Offering a warm smile, she inclined her head again.
"Sorry for bumping into you. I'm Asia Argento, the new sister at a nearby church. You can just call Asia. It's nice to et you."
"Nice to et you. I'm Bokue Keikain."
He studied this so-called "Nun" more closely—surprised that she wasn't a cosplayer after all, but an actual nun.
Although that na…
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Two minutes later, they walked side by side along the sidewalk, chatting as they went.
"Asia, are you from Overseas?"
"Yes—I grew up in Northern Europe. I only arrived in Japan this morning, and I'm heading to the church to report in."
"Northern Europe, huh…"
Bokue's reaction was noncommittal. Her na, hair color, and eyes told the whole story anyway.
Still, traveling halfway around the globe to be a nun in Japan? Why so hardcore?
He was mulling it over when the silence grew a bit awkward, prompting Asia to ask:
"H-have you been to Northern Europe before, Bokue-san?"
"Huh? Oh, nope."
He shook his head.
"I was just curious why you ca all this way. Buddhism's more common in Japan, There aren't that many people who practice Christianity here. Or was your Ho church too crowded, so they shipped you off to a far corner of the map?"
"It's… not that…"
She blushed, startled by talk of "Overcrowded job markets." Then her voice went quiet. Her gaze dropped to her feet as she shuffled along.
"There were… lots of reasons."
He could guess.
Bokue might speak bluntly at tis, but he did have a certain emotional acuity. A teenage nun from Northern Europe traveling all the way to Japan, plus the way she hesitated when asked about it—there had to be a complicated backstory.
But if she didn't want to elaborate, he wasn't going to pry. Everyone has their secrets, and that's normal.
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"So, Bokue-san—judging by your uniform, are you on your way to school?"
"Yeah. My school's straight ahead this way."
He nodded toward an intersection down the road. In many Japanese suburbs, schools cluster conveniently near residential areas—like that certain famous district with a continuous chain of elentary, junior high, and high school.
Bokue then turned toward the north, pointing to a white church perched on a distant hillside, a few blocks away.
"I'm guessing that's your church. This area only has one, and if you keep left at the intersection, you'll hit it."
"Ah, I see it—thank you so much, Bokue-san!"
He had rely pointed it out, but Asia bead with a sincere, grateful smile.
With a shrug, he said it was no big deal and added, "All right, guess we'll split at the intersection—"
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Before he could finish, a sudden thud echoed from behind them on the sidewalk, followed by a little boy's wailing.
Bokue's head snapped around at the noise—and in an instant, he sized up the scene.
It was an elentary school kid in a Kuoh uniform. Probably hopping on and off the short barrier between the pedestrian path and bike lane, he'd slipped and smacked the ground. Now he was crying his eyes out.
Honestly, it wasn't anything serious—just a scraped knee, a bit of blood. The tears were mostly shock rather than genuine pain.
Yet Asia froze. Spotting the situation, she rushed back to the fallen boy, crouching beside him to examine his injury.
Then, reaching both hands from within her voluminous habit, she gently hovered her palms over the bleeding knee. A faint green glow radiated from her hands, accompanied by her soft whisper:
"It's okay… You'll be all right. Be strong."
Like magic, the wound stopped bleeding, the flesh knitting back together under that pale light.
Bokue stood there, watching with a raised eyebrow.
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