Coming to.

The clouds move across the horizon as the Tengu remains ****, far away in the outskirts of the city where not even the Doushin would have heard the moans of their superior officer. Few minutes pass, before her fingers twitch, a cough escaping as her own mouth fills with drool she wasn't aware. She flips to the side, coughing off strings of sticky, yet transparent fluid as her eyes open, a crackle of electricity forming forming before the light from her Vision fades.

Something was different. She wasn't exactly sure, but her limbs were moving... Limbs. A concept she hadn't realized, and she could feel the tug of each muscle moving alongside the bones, the way her nerves felt over-shot by the amount of elemental energy that traced through her body. She felt... alive, almost, as if she had never felt before.

Then came the question. Who was she? The answer came almost immediately. Kujou Sara, Tengu General, of the Tenryou Commission. And yet none of the words made sense, almost as if it was given to her in a forgotten language, the language she had spoken just now, the knowledge of it just slipping from her mind.

After all, it was not Kujou Sara herself that was staring out from those eyes, but rather that of the slime.

Slimes, in general, lack thoughts, mainly due to the fact that they lack organs for this. And considering how this slime had gained one, and with all the memories and experiences of the general itself, all she could do was to move, writhe, feeling each limits of her joints and muscles as she started to adjust to her movement. Her hands moved to her face, her fingertips feeling, moving, touching her cheeks, a painful blink coming from an involuntary reaction as she poked her eyes. And then she raised them in the air, flexing, watching each section of the finger ball into a fist, and open.

'_Hand' _was the word that came to her. A sudden sensation of something sparked in her head, a rush of pain as she immediately went to clutch it. "Gaaah!" She screamed, the first coherent line of thought starting to string together as torrents of information floods through her head. There were more than just information about her. The rush of new instincts, the way to move her body, the way a human body functioned, pushed into the slime's consciousness as the process of it trying to understand what was happening to it.

The slime did the best thing it knew what to do when given an unfamiliar situation: Flee. It attempted to hop, but the limbs that it was so unaccustomed to caused her to tumble an inch downhill before she was **** to lay on her back, panting, out of breath, the fresh air pushing in and out of her lungs as she was given the first breath of what Barbatos's blessing felt like.

Again, it focused on her hand, and at the information streaming through her brain. The blue expanse. Sky. The green stuff. Grass. The purple sparks left over from the fog. Electro. Instinctively, she reached towards it, frowning as she realized she could no longer grasp or absorb it, and much confusion came as she realized: She no longer wanted it. 'Sara' blinked, slowly learning to sit up: moving her body changed her vision, and there was more to just hopping and turning.

What was she? Tengu. Did the word Tengu mean anything? The meaning came swiftly of a red-masked yokai, black feathered, knowledge of clans forming in slime's head uselessly. So Tengu was black-feathered... that was as far as the thought processed, but the more the slime attempted to think, the more it started to grasp at fundamental knowledge.

And now... its new desires started forming in her mind.