Today is a beautiful day, the sky a clear blue, with soft clouds drifting lazily above.
In a city much like any other in Japan stands Seirei Private Academy—a prestigious educational institution renowned for its academic excellence and for producing graduates who go on to influence politics and business. The academy offers education from middle school to high school, and even a university division, with most of its students hailing from noble lineages or distinguished families of the elite.
All student both male and female uniforms consist of a pair of dark brown loafers as well as a pair of white uwabaki for indoors.
The female uniform consists of a black knee-length pleated high-waisted 4-on-2 double-breasted v-neck pinafore, a colored bow tie, and a white collared blouse. The pinafore has four gold buttons for its fasteners and is worn with a light grey cropped blazer. The color of the bow tie varies according to the year: first-year students wear red, second-year students wear teal and third-year students wear blue.
Students have some degree of freedom when it comes to socks, ranging from shin-high to thigh-high, and color between white or black.
The male uniform consists of black slacks, and a light brown V-neck sweater with a white collared shirt underneath. It is paired with a black tie and a light grey blazer worn over the entire outfit. The male uniform remains consistent throughout all years.
All Student's walked in a path towards school, while the others have a happy smile on their faces excited for whatever reasons they have, there are other exceptions.
Like the boy that's currently leaning his back on a bench in park with silver sleep mask on his head while silently looking at the sky.
The boy has the appearance of a youthful man that could be described as beautiful if it weren't for the rings under his eyes and his sleepy mannerisms. He has messy purple-silver hair and dull grey-blue eyes.
A few people that's on the park or a few passerby mostly glance at him while some ignore him. A few girls are even whispering to each other if they should talk to him.
"Hmm.... this dream again..." the boy said quietly while looking at the clouds.
"I'm already in a messed-up situation and now this mysterious dream, Sigh... I can manipulate dreams so just what's with this dreaming thing."
"Just being on this universe is already a headache as it is, and now you're telling me there's still a mystery about me that I don't know. Sigh..." He mutters sounding exasperated with whatever happening to him.
"First, I'm transported into tensura in which I've watch only the season one, and now I'm here in a mashup of multiple anime worlds of slice of life and supernatural that I only know because of fanfics." Deeno said with a sigh and a sleepy voice.
Deeno, at present, is fifteen years old in this world—or at least according to the official records. In truth, that age is nothing more than a fabricated number on paper. Deeno is not a native of this world at all. The reality of his arrival here was the result of a dangerous circumstances: he came to this place after a long journey through the boundless void of space, grievously wounded and struggling for survival.
Upon arriving, his first and only focus was to recover from his injuries. To accomplish this, Deeno sealed away his true form—so as not to attract too much attention while he's still injured—and instead made a completely new body. This vessel was not made from ordinary matter but is crafted from god-class materials, imbued with complex magic so that it would grow and age naturally like that of a human. With his true power hidden away and his memories buried deep within his soul, Deeno was, for all appearances, an ordinary boy. It was only when he turned fifteen that the seals on his mind loosened, allowing his memories to come flooding back.
Until that point, Deeno had lived what could only be described as a very human life. Without any recollection of his origins, he was left in an orphanage, raised alongside other children without any knowledge of who he is. When he was five years old, he was adopted by a noble family from Italy. That life, however, was short-lived; his adoptive parents passed away not long after, leaving him their entire fortune in their will, as they had no other heirs. Still just a child, Dino was taken in by a close friend of his adoptive mother—someone from Japan—who brought him across the seas to start a new life there.