He Who Fights with Monsters 4 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #4)

by Shirtaloon

“It is good to see you alive again, Mr Asano.” “Good to be seen,” Jason said. “It comes as bit of a surprise.” “Not entirely,” Shade said. “The World-Phoenix token in your possession was always a comfort to me, in regard to your safety.” “Wait,” Jason said. “You knew?” “Of course,” Shade said in his usual dignified tone. “I’m not a scrub.”

“Mr Asano, you are more than reckless enough as it is. If you realised you had a tool to bring you back from death, it would only have exacerbated the cavalier attitude you hold to your mortality.” “I’m not that bad.” “Mr Asano, you just died attempting to have a knife fight with an entity so powerful that it was forced to use a proxy so as to not annihilate the universe by simple virtue of arriving in it.”

“We’re talking about outworlders.”

“I told you, boss,” Taika said. “Not having guns will solve more problems than having them.”

Ken placed an arm around Jason’s shoulders as his son’s quiet voice broke. “Don’t worry, son. You can tell the others as much or as little as you’d like. But whatever you tell me, I’ll listen, and you will never have to be ashamed.”

“I don’t want you getting yourself killed in an attempt to raise your value in our eyes,” Koen said. “Unless you’re genuinely confident of surviving, I don’t want you anywhere near that thing.” “This is the point I’m trying to make,” Jason said. “You need to see that we view these circumstances very differently. This situation might seem exceptional to you, with all these category-three monsters running about, but I have a word for days like today.” “And what’s that?” Koen asked. “Tuesday.”

“You seem very relaxed for someone about to fight what sounds suspiciously like a kaiju.” “I’m a man’s man,” Jason said. “The only thing I fear is a frank discussion about my feelings.”

“This is Colin,” Jason said. “He needs a moment to gather himself together. When a super god was trying to possess me, he’s the one who had my back. He’s been with me from almost the very start and he has two purposes in life: adorable little dances and devouring every living thing on a planet.”

“I’m guessing you’re Emi?” Farrah said. “Uncle Jason told you about me?” Emi asked, still violently comforting Farrah. “He did,” Farrah said. “I see now that he might not have been telling me as much as warning me.” Emi’s towel came loose and dropped onto the deck. “Oops.”

“Come, on, Greg. If all your friends are cool, what does that say about you?” “That they need a designated driver.”

“You seem to know a lot,” Jason said. “Did you know that Farrah was in this world and where to find her?” “Ah,” Dawn said, making an apologetic expression. “Yes, but—” Jason’s fist crashed into her nose, sending her crashing over the rail and into the water.