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The incessant groaning of his stomach was too much to bear at that point for Touma. He sighs, trying not to dwell too deeply on the possible wonders each restaurant that was right along the Star Trail had in store for him, various salivating scents wafting through the air as a result of the various delicacies and dishes they had to offer. Not that he was having any such luck. Thoughts of mashed potato salad, nikujaga and fresh bread was already trying to break through his last wall of resistance. It had been a few days since he had arrived at the “scenic” island of Isola. While he was struggling to fully acclimate to the changes forced on him the night he was transported to this place, he wouldn’t say it was downright bad. Sure, he had lots of other things to do back home, and he was worried sick over what Index could possibly be doing now that he was gone, but the city wasn’t anything terrible per se. He just had to hope that Index was doing well for herself while he tried to find a way to get back home post-haste.  Now if only Illusion Breaker’s tendency to call misfortune on him was weakened as well. He was pretty sure that had a hand with his current situation. 

Its not that he didn’t have money to buy food. Its just that he lost the city issued phone they gave him, and with it, the special wallet app they use for purchases. He had been busy looking for a job all morning, and had just realized he didn’t have his phone with him a few minutes ago. In a panic Touma retraced his steps and ventured to all the shops he visited earlier, but not one of the shop owners or customers had seen his phone. 

His stomach protested loudly again. Trying to ignore the looks he was getting from passersby, he sighs loudly to no one in particular as he slumped against a nearby bench. “Such misfortune.”