Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

As those words left Jotou’s lips, Daiyu furrowed her brows. Her eyes softened, "I thought you’d mock me for sure..."

"For what? I asked you a question that I asked myself. And you gave a perfect answer."

"Question you asked yourself huh? Go on then, what was your answer?" Daiyu leaned her back and elbows onto the railing.

Jotou pouted and then looked up to the stars—faint from the city and palace lights polluting it. "Why I want to do this? As in, stay in this world?"

"What, you found a way out?" Daiyu cocked a brow.

Jotou scoffed, "I don’t even know where the hell to start. It was a goal when I first ended up in this world. Now, it’s something in the back of my mind, but not really a priority.

I had nearly the same thought as you really. I wanted to become a decent artist, do something with my life to be remembered before I died.

I wanted to do something; prove myself or... prove everyone wrong I guess. Then I realized, art was just some hobby I picked up and was good at.

Once I made it a job and started not really doing what I wanted to do anymore, the idea of a dream job doing what I like faded away within months.

But hey, it was better than the alternatives. I realized, I didn’t really have a ’dream job’. Why would I want to dream about working? It’s the same as studying—a means to an end.

I wanted to do what I enjoyed, simple as that. I think I only fully came to terms with it once I was here. I tried to get back, if you’d call continuously thinking and worrying about it ’try’.

I thought some people or some things would help and lead to a clue. After all, there was a chance you were not all dead. There was a chance this was all some coma dream.