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Between befriending a tsundere dragon, starting a nation and becoming the leader of said nation, Rimuru hasn’t really had too many chances to relax, so he decided to take an afternoon off.
To be fair it had been Geld's suggestion.
The orc had noticed that Rimuru was always working, had been overheard saying as much, and suddenly he was being forced into spending the afternoon doing anything but working under threats of mutiny. Well maybe not consequences that dire, but he didn't want the others to see him as being ungrateful for the free time, and this would be a good chance for him to see how they handled him being away.
The real problem was that he had no idea what to do with his time off.
“Any ideas Great Sage?” he asks as he lays in bed. He doesn’t get an answer, and sighs.
“Fine, I’ll figure something out.”
Maybe he could go for a run on Ranga?
But what if they needed him in Rimuru City?
Alright, so he would do something in town then.
But would that be considered working? Best not to chance it.
“Arrrgh this is so frustrating!”
Back on Earth he’d spend his free time reading manga or…
He could do it. No one would bother him, especially if Ranga guarded the door, and he was able to manipulate his form being a slime and all. Still, was it wrong? He was the leader of a nation now, after all, but again no one had to know, and this was his free time to use as he wanted.
With a firm nod he makes his choice.
“Ranga?”
The wolf appears in an instant, tail waving gently so as not to blow anything away. “Yes Master? ”
“Would you stand guard for me? It’s my free day, and I’ve just decided how to spend it, but I don’t want anyone to distract me.”
“Of course Master!” Ranga says, before heading off to stand sentry.
Awesome, now there was no way anyone would see him.
Going over to his mirror, he begins to manipulate his form. When he finishes a golden eyed child, with hair reaching to his waist, stares back at him.
“I’m Rimuru,” he says to his reflection, and then laughs softly at how young he’s managed to make his voice.
Now he just needed something to play with, and then he would know if this was something that had carried over to his slife. Do I even remember how to play?
Frowning, he twirls a lock of his hair with his index finger. He really hadn’t thought this through because there wasn’t anything here that would fit the loosest definition of a toy.
“I’m a dummy,” he says remembering that he could literally make something using his magicules.
He settles on blocks, and some figurines in the shapes of hobgoblins, orcs, a dragon, and a few lizardmen.
Plopping down on the floor, Rimuru starts to stack the blocks. Then he reaches for an orc. “The building is nearly done,” he makes it say in a deep voice, as he stacks another block on top.
Then he grabbed the dragon, making whooshing sounds as he ‘flew’ around. He moves around the room for a bit with the dragon in his hand before making it move over the block village, and knock the building down.
The lizardmen, orcs, and hobgoblins yelled up at the dragon for knocking down their new building.
The dragon hears them and lands in the village which scares everyone.
“Sorry!” the dragon booms, and begins to stack the blocks. The orcs slowly start helping, and then the dragon flies away to its mountain.
Rimuru climbs up on the bed using the bedsheet to make a cave for the dragon. It romps about the mountain for a while before wailing “Oh I’m so lonely! I wonder if those villagers would mind if I paid them a visit?”
The dragon flies back to the town and the villagers welcome him with a feast.
Rimuru frowns. What should happen next?
An attack by invaders.
“Good idea Great Sage!”
“Oh no,” cries the citizens, “we can’t beat the invaders!”
“I will help,” the dragon says.
“But fire will burn down the forest!” cries an orc.
“You there, hobgoblin with the bow, get on my back.”
The hobgoblin and dragon go to take out the invaders.
Who should play the bad guys though? All the races he had figurines for were super nice.
Zombies. An evil sorcerer raised a zombie army.
The hobgoblin is an amazing archer but it was useless because the zombies were already dead.
But with the distraction, the lizardmen were able to take out the evil sorcerer.
“Master?”
Rimuru jumps. “ Y-yes?”
“Rigur is here asking if you will join the other for dinner?”
“Okay.”
He really wants to keep playing, but he can't risk having the others come in and see him this way. With a sigh and a wave of his hand, the toys vanished.
Next time, he thinks as he regains his usual form, he would give himself more time.