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Kuya was going to make sure Eiden finally got the yokai’s message.
Years of playing tricks on the foolish young ‘master’ was wearing him thin. You see, he had taken a liking to the feeble Grand Sorcerer's replacement. It stirred indescribable feelings inside of him. Before he was summoned, Kuya chartered through Klein without care for petty human drama, watching mortals come and go while he ages agelessly.
But something about Eiden unlocked a carnal desire he's never felt. Kuya refused to call it love. Even thinking about the word made him want to spit out the foreign thought and wash his mouth with proverbial soap. But every time he denied it, the feelings got stronger.
So as Kuya dug his fingers into Eiden’s chest, practically clawing out his nipple and trying to tug it off his body, he could only mutter an exasperated laugh when his threatened prey made a nonchalant comment. “That hurts like hell, take it easy Kuya.”
This incensed the fox. If he could, he'd light a fire inside of Eiden's stomach and let him cook. He had watched Eiden selflessly give himself to others for years, completely ignoring the fragility of his own life. And here he was, begging for mercy in the middle of sex.
“If you can't handle such miniscule pain, how can you possibly sacrifice yourself for others,” he retorted. “Do you truly believe you understand the price you must pay once you make your choice, young master?”
Kuya wound his palm around Eiden’s neck, nails curling for the jugular. The young man spluttered all over the back of his hand, gasping in pleasure and pain as his insides were split with deep, hard thrusts.
The fox wanted it to hurt. He wanted to mark Eiden up and leave a lasting impression. Teach his young master a lesson. But as his ass clenched around the throbbing rob, and the grunts became more aroused in nature, Kuya mocked the man dying in his arms.
“Your insides are squeezing me so tight,” he muttered, hiding the breathlessness in his voice. “Already at your limit? This is nothing compared to the pain of death.”
He rode Eiden all the way to the end, gripping tighter as he pushed the Grand Sorcerer all the way to the edge of pleasure – and death. Just as the man under him starts to blackout though, he gives him a reprieve.
“Do you understand now? This is what dying feels like,” Kuya continued.
Eiden was all fun and games when it came to his sexual relations with the clan members. But Kuya didn't take the young master's life as a game. He knew if he continued risking himself for the greater good, he would die an early death. And Kuya would lose the one bit of entertainment, the sunshine in his life, that had broken through a century of mundanity.
“Before you naively throw away your life, be sure to think back to this moment. You never know who might come for you next.”
“I won't forget,” Eiden uttered. But he didn't stop there. “Whether it's pain… or pleasure… everything you've given me… I'll remember it forever.”
This awoke the last solution inside of Kuya. If he wasn't going to get through with Eiden after all this, he was going to have to take drastic action. The fox couldn't grapple with losing him early. And this, this he knew would work and finally force Eiden to stop taking his life for granted.
“You say you'll remember, but how long could that possibly last,” he rambled. “How about I leave you with a deeper impression?”
As Kuya speared Eiden harder than he ever had before, he took a longing glance at his glassy eyes full of tears, the flush on his face, and the bruise on his neck. This would be the last time Eiden would be this rebellious. The yokai was going to ensure he never risked himself so easily for people much stronger than him, and stayed by his side for decades to come.
He was going to make Eiden fat.
Eiden woke up groggily in the mansion yet again. It had been six months since he finally got the Dark Territory alter under control, bringing Klein back into equilibrium for the moment. The clan only ever made the odd maintenance trip to each continent nowadays, making his life much less thrilling.
It had also been about three months since that fateful night with Kuya where he was warned about his future. The yokai never explicitly made his plan clear, but it became relatively obvious in the days that followed. So instead of lamenting in bed – lest he get chastised again for being slovenly and sleeping in – he rolled out, donned a bathing robe, and went for breakfast.
When he walked into the dining hall, Kuya was there yet again. The yokai was sitting there with his signature smug smile, twirling a smoking pipe with no intention of actually taking a hit. He placed himself at the head of the table, asserting his dominance on the room. That chair was once Eiden's, but the Grand Sorcerer has had to face two new facts.
One is that Kuya’s arrogance was getting even cockier, which was an impressive feat. He felt obliged to sit on that prestigious throne.
The second was even if Eiden wanted to sit on it, he couldn't.
He outgrew it about 30 pounds ago or so. He hadn't really kept track of his weight since being transported into Klein, but it didn't take a scale to tell him he had rapidly expanded over the last few weeks.
Eiden's life was turning into Groundhog Day with Kuya lurking the halls of the mansion. The staff and the rest of the clan were initially surprised to see the yokai every day. But as time went on, they basically ignored his presence. The feeling was mutual, Kuya's eyes firmly fixated on the human he's attached himself to. And the abundance of food he had ‘conjured’ up. Kuya pulled his elder privileges over Yakumo to ‘scare’ the serpent into whipping up a storm in the kitchen (not that Yakumo minded making big batches of food for “Mr. Eiden”). Eiden would wake to that smug smile and a long dining table full of food. Kuya would watch him eat – sometimes hand feeding his prey – until he fell into a food coma. He’d lethargically go back to his room to digest the massive amount of food, before repeating the process again.
And again.
Multiple times a day he found himself having to gorge on whatever Kuya put in front of him. He didn't have much time anymore to roam the markets with Olivine, or go hunting with Blade and Garu. Even if he had the time, he didn't have the energy. And very quickly he was losing the physical ability too.
As Eiden sat down at the table for yet another feast, he felt his stomach creep over his thighs. It might have only been three months, but the pudge already stood out above anything else on the Grand Sorcerer’s body. Right now, it was at its softest, having digested the previous day’s efforts. It had split into two rolls when empty, leaving him with deep love handles Kuya enjoyed fondling while his darling ate. His robe couldn't contain the mass once he had stuffed himself. Soon, it wouldn't contain anything at all.
The rest of his body was slowly catching up though. His chest had started drooping, not quite resting on the top roll yet but getting close. His arms still were able to reach whatever was put in front of him, but did so with a bit more effort needed. While they were one of the only muscles on his body getting regular use, his toned definition had been lost to a thin veneer of pudge. His thigh gap disappeared, the two hocks smooshing together and overflowing when seated. And that was all attached to a rear end which was keeping pace with his stomach in terms of girth. It already wobbled with every step, and was a necessary counterweight.
Once Eiden got himself comfortable on his chair – sans armrests – he gazed upon the dining table. It was a sight to behold. There were pastries galore: nutty croissants piped with custard, steaming muffins filled with fruit from the forest, even a stack of fluffy pancakes. The savory options were tantalizing, with an array of breakfast meats splayed out. Varieties of sausages made from the beasts of the land aromated the room. Some of the mansion’s produce had been harvested for a bean and vegetable dish, baked with a slightly sweet tomato sauce with some eggs cracked on top. There was still some bite in the texture, making for some delectable contrast. The richness was balanced by an elaborate fruit plate, likely picked by Blade and Garu the same morning. Garu’s good eye balanced out Blade’s exuberant enthusiasm (and misguided taste) to make sure their darling was fed well and not poisoned.
Each day it felt like there was one more dish laid out. It wasn't getting close to the end of the long bench yet, but it was trending in that direction.
Yakumo brought out that said dish, a rich portion of a sweetened porridge. The aroma of honey and poached pears permeated the room. It was much more appetizing than the oatmeal and water he grew accustomed to in the orphanage.
The serpent opened with a polite greeting: “Good morning Mr. Eiden! You're looking very… healthy this morning!”
Eiden stifled a chuckle. “Thank you Yakumo. How are the new recipes going?” Moving the topic away from Eiden's weight to Yakumo’s cooking cut the tension between the two.
“I need to go get some obscure ingredients from the Water and Fire Territories for this cacti dish,” he said. “I'm also experimenting with so many different fruits in the nearby forest for cakes and even savoury dishes! I hope they're to your liking!”
All this time, Kuya was tilting his head in Yakumo's direction with half-lidded eyes. It was a sweat-inducing stare, and the serpent eventually got the message to leave the duo in peace.
“I-I-I will keep testing those recipes! See you later, Mr. Eiden.”
With the room now quiet, Kuya chimed in. “Well, you're not going to let the serpent's hard work get cold now, are you?”
And so the feeding session began. Eiden once had dignity in these sessions. However the volume of food and the pace Kuya dictated meant he had to be a bit carnal. The young master was therefore appreciative of the fact many in the mansion gave him privacy during these moments.
While the rest of him was slowing down, his hands and arms still moved with agility. It meant he could savor each bite, darting between savory and sweet, while keeping up with the pace Kuya demanded. Eiden was fine with Kuya taking the reins from time to time, but usually the fox yokai wasn’t so… soft with his feeding.
The porridge was a heavy bowl to start with, but he didn't want it to cool down and get gluey. But his expanded appetite made it so a heaping portion – enough for Quincy to be satisfied for a day – was nothing. He broke it up with some fruit, darting between creamy decadence and fruity acidity. The aroma of the sausages got to him though, so he swapped halfway to dip them into the shakshuka. He was determined to polish off the hot food while it was at its peak.
The Grand Sorcerer didn't really take note of how much he had eaten. But Eiden was about halfway through the table when his puffy nipple slipped out of his robe. Kuya took the nub and rubbed it seductively, feeling it harden. The yokai had made sure to associate these sessions with intimacy, affection and arousal. The positive feedback loop locked Eiden into his new pampered life. Kuya was greedy, but he didn't want to take away all of the young master's independence. He had come to love the moments of struggle Eiden exhibited with his newfound size. But he made sure he stayed safely in his grasp. Kuya did not want to experience the grief of losing him early.
It was a two way street though. Eiden saw how much Kuya was into his new body. The fox yokai was proud of what he made. And so Eiden played into that pride with cheeky intent. Sometimes he made a show of how full he was getting. Or really moaning when Kuya finally gave into his protests for a tummy rub. Or showcasing just how feeble he had become, reliant on Kuya for his safety. Leaning into the power dynamic and helplessness, in a weird way, gave Eiden control over Kuya. Control which was usually channeled into feeding him more. It was a vicious cycle, to say the least.
“You humans are so helpless,” Kuya mindlessly rambled. “They say moderation is a good thing, yet your brain is hard wired for addiction and pleasure.”
Eiden found this a rather ironic statement from the yokai, given how invested in this transition he was. “And yokai like yourself have some moral highground?”
“Some might consider us primal beasts,” Kuya continued, “but those animal instincts keep us away from danger. You, on the other hand, can't seem to escape the honey pot. In fact, you might only tear yourself away from it once you've consumed it all.”
“I'm sure you'd like to see that,” Eiden said, calling Kuya’s bluff. The yokai involuntarily squeezed a bit harder on the raw nub. A silent moan fell from the young master's mouth in response.
“Put that mouth to work eating and I'll consider it.”
With the threat front of mind, Eiden glanced back to the table. He had been mindlessly pawing through the pastries at this point, having scraped the bottom of the savory stew and the sweet porridge. He was pleasantly full at this point. There was still a firm boundary: he didn't want to be sick at the end of it all. And for now, Kuya respected that. But the yokai wanted him to fill every cavity.
Eiden's eating slowed down by the time he was staring down the final two danishes. One was topped with a special fruit from the Fire Territory, which packed a sharp pinch but was balanced with an indulgent custard. The other was a bog-standard berry affair from the mansion's grounds with a spritz of citrus. Kuya picked one up and held it up to Eiden's mouth, and the young master lazily bit down. The yokai shoved it in a bit deeper, and Eiden almost choked on the delicacy.
“You've grown so much, you polished all that off without me helping until now,” Kuya praised backhandedly. “You'll make a fine sow in a matter of weeks.”
The Grand Sorcerer couldn't even grunt out a reply, too dazed in a food coma. Once he found himself licking Kuya's fingers, the fox wasted no time replacing it with a second pastry. It was, once again, forced down wordlessly.
Once it was done, Eiden shivered. His stomach was touching the table, and every slight jostle was painful.
“Kuya… can you please rub…” he gasped, begging for release.
And while the yokai wanted to tease the young master, he couldn't help but fall to his adorable demands. After all, Kuya’s playing the long game here. He's got to keep Eiden satisfied.
The peak of Klein summer wasn't the end of the world for Eiden. He was used to the terribly humid months back on Earth, and so any dry heat was easy to beat.
That was before now though. This summer is the first one he has truly suffered.
As he walks through the market with Olivine and Yakumo in tow, it's easy to see why. A year of bingeing under Kuya's dutiful eye had seen Eiden completely succumb to his new form. No longer did Eiden take confident strides. Instead he had to force one leg past the other in an exaggerated waddle. His hips swayed with the rocking motion, and the rest of his body followed like a pendulum. And as the mid morning sun beamed down on the bustling crowd, Eiden was sweltering without any shade.
“Are you okay, Mr. Eiden?” Yakumo shakily asked. The serpent felt terrible seeing his partner in this state, partly caused by his own hand. Today's trip was abetting the case too, stocking up on some delicacies needed to make more obscure trial dishes.
“I’m fine… haah…” Eiden panted in response. “If you want to go ahead… I'll follow behind shortly…”
“It-it’s okay! I don't want us to get split up when it's this busy.”
Olivine also chimed in: “There's also no rush. The stalls are going to be open longer today with summer festivals now running.”
Eiden knew Olivine never had the time to mosey around, but appreciated the sentiment regardless. He still loved getting out and about with the clan members, even if it was more onerous with his new form. In the last year, he'd estimate he put on around 200 pounds. That's a rapid gain, but given Kuya had all but obliterated his metabolism with constant grazing sessions and minimal exercise outside of walks around the mansion's gardens, it wasn't entirely unexpected.
Eiden had upsized his outfit numerous times already. His iconic blue windbreaker was closer to a tarp nowadays, drawn tight across his flabby body. Instead of showing off a hint of abs, chest and toned arms, it barely contained an overflowing stomach, perky moobs, and pillowy bingo wings. His skin tight pants were replaced with some more comfortable fare; on this hot summer day he had opted for some shorts. They rode up much higher on his thighs than they did last summer, full of dimples and cellulite. Eiden never really shied from showing skin, and even as he grew that confidence never wanted.
The priest continued the conversation: “Can I get you some ice cream, Eiden? There's a seller up ahead.”
The mention of food made Eiden's stomach growl. He was now a slave to the stuffed orb. He tried to bat away the offer with a shake of his head, but the grumbles had the two clan members doting on him faster than he could react. The trio waltzed up to the stall, and the owner was starstruck by the clan’s presence.
“Oh, Mr. Grand Sorcerer! It's an honor to see you! Let me save you from the summer heat.”
Eiden wryly smiled before perusing the flavors. There were quite a few sorbets, taking advantage of the fresh fruits in season. On the decadent side, there were mixtures of all types of chocolates, nuts and caramels, all perfectly balanced in a creamy medium. The Grand Sorcerer ended up opting for the latter: a scoop of a lemon curd flavor for a bit of sharpness, chocolate-hazelnut for richness, and then a basic vanilla to bring it all together. The three scoops towered high on the cone, the server deliberately giving more to the Grand Sorcerer; part marketing for his stall, part appreciation for the man of the moment. And while the summer heat would usually risk the ice cream melting down his fingers before he finishes, such a small portion in Eiden's eyes was no challenge.
Eiden thanked the vendor and started devouring the cone, being led through the masses by Yakumo and Olivine. The priest was right: ice cream hit the mark right now.
However it started an avalanche of food being bestowed on the clan leader. Walking from stall to stall, people couldn't help but pass off their wares to the Grand Sorcerer. They wanted to show their appreciation to his hard work in helping stabilize the elemental towers, much like the clan members did.
There was all sorts of fried finger food, whether it be meat or vegetable. The riverfront setting and the time of year meant seafood was at its freshest, so there was plenty of grilled fish and other creatures. To balance the savory there were bakeries with fresh pastries. And even the fruit sellers wanted Eiden to try the cream of their summer crop.
This was no longer a shopping expedition, but yet another feeding session.
He had tried no less than 20 stalls before his stomach started getting unsettled. Jostling through the crowd, leaving a trail of crumbs and packaging in his wake, was starting to weigh on Eiden. Those little morsels truly added up. He slowed down – both his walk and his eating – about halfway through the market. It was time for a rest, and conveniently there was a bench he could plop down on. The wooden structure bent and creaked under his weight, but remained upright.
Olivine and Yakumo continued on ahead, but Eiden was not alone for long when Kuya popped up. He knew the fox yokai had been watching the entire scene.
“Well, well, well, that was quite the show young master,” Kuya cooed. “The townsfolk are treating you like royalty nowadays. Your body has already surpassed those snobby nobles in terms of girth after all.”
Eiden shrugged Kuya’s comments off. He wasn't necessarily in the best spot to give a witty retort, but he didn't mind the company. Kuya, not paying any care to human public decency, poked and prodded his young master like a toy. He squished his biceps – or rather the fat casing them – before moving down to his well-endowed chest and giving it a kneading. Then the stomach came next, drawn taut from all the food he had consumed already, shirt riding high. He poked it from the top, feeling the pressure build up. Then he hefted his hands to its bottom, spilled over his thighs, and he gave it a hefty shake.
The sudden motion elicited all sorts of sounds from Eiden. First there was a belch, feeling more space being made. And then there were groans of pleasure. Having the weight carried by someone else for a while felt satisfying. As well as the friction created by Kuya’s hands brushing his sandwiched thighs.
“Kuya… did you want… to go back to the mansion… to continue,” Eiden breathlessly asked.
“How about we give everyone an encore first?”
The threat from the yokai added another cold bead of sweat to Eiden's brow. That extra space was about to be filled.
Eiden finally had a moment to himself back in the mansion.
The last few years since he had been summoned as the Grand Sorcerer had been a whirlwind. Even when the work had slowed down, his free time had been filled with the clan member’s shenanigans, none more so than Kuya’s feeding schedule.
The effects of that were self-evident. A recent tailoring session put it into numbers though.
Starting from the top, his chest was veering dangerously close into ‘needing a bra’ territory. There were toned pecs there once before. A long time ago. Now the sacks of fat hung down and rested on top of his stomach, his rainbow pendant set nicely between the assets. Speaking of the devil, his torso had split into two. It needed two tapes to measure, pushing him well beyond 60 inches around there and his waist. The top half stood out a bit more proudly, while the bottom roll hung deep over his thighs. It didn't quite reach his knees yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time. As for his legs, he had to adopt a new stance just to comfortably hold his center of gravity. Even with a wider gait, the thighs still brushed at the top. They trailed down into thick knees buried with chub, joints not visible. And while he couldn't see it normally, the mirror showed off how even his ankles and toes were fattened up.
He brought his arm up to flex in the mirror. But instead of any defined muscle, there was just an apron of fat spilling down and morphing into his side. They measured in excess of 30 inches, pushing them beyond some of the snatched waists of the dainty clan members. And all the way down his arm there was excess, right into his fingers which had slowly lost their dexterity for everything except eating.
His recent health check-up in the mansion didn't show up any negatives, minus his burgeoning weight. Eiden was now hovering around the 450 pound mark. He wasn't really shocked or offended when he heard the number though. If anything, he was appreciative of what each pound meant.
Things had changed a lot with his body. It would have been very easy for the clan members to just abandon their weakened, glutted master in some sort of uprising. But they instead stayed by his side. They even adapted to the new circumstances. Walks around the market were replaced with garden strolls. Sedentary activities like perusing the library kept Eiden’s brain occupied. He learned lots from the tales of those traveling to and fro the mansion. No one treated him as a lesser being; much the opposite given every time someone passed by they'd hand him a food-centric gift.
He compared this to his life back on Earth. He chuckled thinking about how his old coworkers would react to his newfound weight. But outside of that, there wasn't any real feeling. Klein was his new home. Everything he needed, everything he cared for was here.
And so, Eiden didn't necessarily think there was any reason to course correct. He would continue to enjoy this life to the fullest, in mind, soul and stomach.
You could tell when Eiden had risen for the day. First you heard his bed wallow as the Grand Sorcerer’s weight shifted. Then a guttural groan as he heaved his body upwards. Then the floorboards bowed, yet more screeching accompanying the orchestra.
These sounds were like music to Kuya’s ears, and the moment he heard them, he raced his way to the young master's side. The yokai had moved into the mansion, much to Aster's distain. But it was impossible to deny how helpful it was to have someone doting on the Grand Sorcerer 24/7.
And today, that need rung more true than ever before.
Eiden got himself upright, but not any further. Kuya could hear his young master pant through the door, and he was more than pleased at the sight when he entered his room. The decorations were now less lavish than the person who struggled to get out of bed. The best way to describe Eiden’s state was a sea of immense rolls, waterfalling one over the other.
In this position, his moobs stood out prominently. His chest needed proper support now, lest he have two extra sacks of fat fighting against the rest of his body with inertia. The puffy nipples were more taut than ever, poking daggers through any clothing he wore to make himself decent. His torso was next, pooling over his thighs and in between whatever gap there was between them. It was getting perilously close to overhanging his knees while seated. He wasn’t necessarily thrilled by the idea of accidentally kneeing a stuffed gut, but that could be his reality soon enough.
His legs were nothing more than two helpless appendages weighed down by hundreds of pounds of useless bulk. Laying fully flat, almost trying to arch his midsection into the air to build leverage, wasn’t enough to try and get them to swing out. Eiden kept up enough muscle during the gain to still walk around, but his core strength was truly letting him down in this effort to escape his comforting mattress. And you could bet his arms would not help the endeavor either. Pushing down on the mattress at his weight barely gave any extra give under the springs, already maxed out at the rest of his vastness. The only muscle he maintained there was enough to bring food to his mouth or plates up to his chest to set them up for easier gobbling, and even that was tiresome labor nowadays.
Kuya took great pleasure watching this effort be in vain. “Well, finally you’ve eaten yourself to the point of no return. An animal your size would fetch a pretty penny at the market.”
Eiden scoffed, his wit still as quick as it was 600 pounds ago: “Surely you wouldn’t go about selling your most prized possession, would you?”
“Why would I throw you away after working so hard for this,” Kuya continued. “I’d rather have you indulge in the Royal City’s town square. Some of your admirers might be disgusted at the show of gluttony, others couldn’t hide their arousal. All you humans will stammer away trying to explain how indecent the situation is, how far their hero has fallen. But at the end of the day, they’d stare in amusement as I show off to the whole of Klein that you’re mine.”
Eiden didn’t have a big exhibitionism kink, but he could play along. “Well if you want that, you’re going to have to help me up.”
Kuya might have had a vulgar mouth, but his hands had grown tender. His face red.
The yokai wandered to the side of Eiden’s bed to help rock the glutton off his pedestal. Due to his superhuman abilities, the weight wasn’t an issue for Kuya. But he definitely didn’t want it to just be quickly done with the routine. He wanted to see the struggle on his young master’s face as he built up a sweat trying to use momentum to his advantage.
Kuya pushed Eiden towards the side of the bed, helping with every pendulum swing to inch him a bit closer. From there, the Grand Sorcerer could at least swing his meaty leg over the edge, feeling his plump toes brush the ground. The second leg came quickly after, and then Kuya moved around to Eiden’s front. The 750 pound man lazily swung out his arms, beckoning the yokai to tug him vertical.
He applied a gentle amount of force the first time around, watching Eiden strain as he did the bulk of the work. The second time, Kuya helped a little bit more, but still wanted to edge out this situation a little bit longer. By the third time of asking, Eiden’s breath was rushed, his lungs working against hundreds of pounds of fat to just expand to their full capacity. The fox felt the beads of sweat coming to the surface of his pudgy fingers.
“Are you actually going to help… or are you just going to watch me until you get bored and decide to pounce on me,” Eiden huffed. “I don’t particularly want you to force me back down after all this work.”
“Relying on the help of others is a fallible, foolish strategy,” Kuya replied.
Eiden so badly wanted to retort about how Kuya’s whole strategy to plump him up until he was immobile wasn’t necessarily going to extend his lifespan. But he didn’t want to get singed with foxfire before breakfast, so he kept working at hoisting his overfed body upright. And it looked like his words had reached the fox, who was now graciously offering enough strength to help him stand.
Once he was standing, Kuya took a second to admire the little traits often hidden by the young master’s clothing. The way cellulite had built up on his thighs. Just how far his belly hung down to his knees. He took the luxury of heaving Eiden’s stomach up to mutual benefit: the fattened sow got some relief from gravity, and the yokai got to examine how much, or little, his lover showed down there. He got a little handsy, feeling the bigger man’s legs shudder at his sensitive spots being played with.
But Eiden was also ragged at this point. He just wanted today to go by without much more incident. The momentum meant he could stay standing unassisted, although now the thought foremost in his mind was what would happen when he sat down on the dining room bench Kuya procured for him three chairs ago.
The young master wandered on forth, grabbing his tattered dressing gown and fitting it on. He wanted to maintain some decency when walking around the mansion’s halls, even as adipose puffed out of every torn diamond of fabric. The shredded clothing, the morning struggles, and the monstrous breakfast that awaited Eiden was all just a reminder of the lasting impression the yokai left on him. It manifested itself physically, mentally and metaphorically.
The Grand Sorcerer didn’t really mind. It still beat life back on Earth.