Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:D132:B934:B532:8367-20200117022719

Ritoru Karasu was the leader, or the Meishu of a smaller elvin village, known as Shamahai, that lived outside the Lost Cities. He had been invited to meet with the Council for the bi-annual Elvin Summit. Previous Meishu had declined, but Ritoru decided that now was the time to branch out, form new alliances, and do whatever the elders told him Meishu had to do.

However, his first hurdle to overcome-he was a 4’6 twenty-seven year old with a rather youthful appearance. He had a feeling that he’d get some strange looks when he walked into the Council’s meeting room. However, he didn’t realize how much of an impact his appearance would make in the Lost Cities...

-Timeskip to the day of his arrival in the Lost Cities-

Ritoru entered the Lost Cities, marveling at the...shininess and bling. It was all rather startling. And sparkly.

Very sparkly.

Ritoru shook his head to clear his thoughts and started walking towards where he was instructed to stay from the duration of his visit. That was when the first problem occurred. He turned the corner of a building, and a concerned-looking woman stopped him.

“You’re a bit young to be out here by yourself, aren’t you?” The elf asked.

Now, Ritoru knew she was being good-natured, but that didn’t stop him from being annoyed. “I’m twenty-seven, m’am.”

The elf looked dubious, and with good reason. “...Really.”

Ritoru sighed. “Yes, really.”

The woman still looked unconvinced. “...”

The small adult’s eye twitched as he held up his registry family crest. It was a dark, midnight blue, signifying adulthood. Pale green signified teenager, and dark green signified childhood.

“Oh..ah, nevermind then, carry on.” The woman hurriedly walked away, clearly flustered by the encounter.

Ritoru did just that and continued walking. As he passed up a Foxfire, his second problem happened.

An older-looking professor gave pause as he saw what looked like a first-year Foxfire student ditching class. “Young man, you should be on class right now.”

Ritoru stared blankly as the professor approached him, before it hit him. “I’m not a student. I’m a twenty-seven year old adult.” He said, deadpan.

“Now then, I don’t take lies from young whippersnappers like you-“ The elderly teacher interrupted.

Ritoru gestured towards the registry crest he was wearing. The teacher observed it briefly before he spoke up. “Eh? You probably stole that from your parents, tch. Youngsters have no respect for the people that brought them into this world-“

The teacher continued muttering incomprehensible words as he gripped the definitely-not-a-child’s wrist and started dragging him off towards the Foxfire gates. Ritoru helplessly allowed himself to be dragged along.

What a drag... Ritoru thought to himself. “Really, how troublesome...”

Ritoru was promptly forced into lessons meant for adolescent eleven-year-olds for the next few hours until a knowledgeable seventh-year pointed out that Ritoru was the leader of Shimahai. Foxfire sent him on his way with a reasonable sum of money for his trouble and Washing everyone else’s memories.

Ritoru felt a sudden sense of dread as he entered the Council Meeting Room after exiting the hotel. He turned around, and there it was, no man other than Councillor Bronte.

“...You shouldn’t be here.” The Councillor grit his teeth.

''You’ve got to be kidding me. He doesn’t even know who the guy he’s meeting with looks like?'' Ritoru thought to himself incredulously.

Out loud, he said, “I’m the seventh Meishu of Shamahai, here to meet with you and the rest of the Council, I have full right to be in here.”

Of course, like everyone else, Councillor Bronte didn’t believe him and kicked him out.

How humiliating. Ritoru thought to himself as he stood outside the doors of the Meeting Room. Now how do I get to the meeting?

Ritoru snapped his fingers as a thought came to him. “If they don’t believe this, nobody will.”

Ritoru broke into the Meeting Room, where the entirety of the Council was waiting.

Councilor Bronte looked annoyed. “Boy, I told you you’re not supposed to be-“

Ritoru held his hand up, pulled out a first-year history book he had stolen from an unsuspecting Foxfire student, and gestured exasperatedly to his picture.

“Oh.” Councilor Bronte faltered, before a devious smirk appeared on his face. “Well, this makes things certainly much simpler.”

“What now?” Ritoru groaned.

“You see, every year, we send someone in the observe how Foxfire is doing as an educational facility...but the students always act perfect when we send someone it, so we needed someone to act as a student until then...” Bronte started.

Ritoru paled dramatically. 