Brin took a look around at his new... Oh. Oh no. Maybe I'm not ready for this. I've been hyping myself up all year, telling myself that I'm ready for this, that I am ready for the glory and groundbreaking excellence that is Box Stander Isekai and I thought I could do it, I really did. But then I sit down and make a mistake with the first word....No. You know what? I can do this. Deep breaths. Ok. And here we go.Brin took... No, I wasn't ready that time. This time for sure.Gray Grayson took a look around at his new world.Nailed it.To him, it seemed like a vast and untamed wilderness. Grand oak trees rose into the air, sweeping gracefully into the sky, free and unimpeded. The sturdy moss-covered branches seemed to be able to endure the entire weight of the world while also gracefully bending in the gentle wind. The leaves were so high off the ground that he couldn't say for sure if they were a shape he would expect, but they seemed to glimmer like the sun on the waves of the ocean. The meadow below was green and speckled with light filtering through the trees.Perhaps to someone more experienced with forests, the lack of underbrush and the lack of deadfall would've been a sign that this forest wasn't untamed at all. The fact that the trees were spaced far enough apart to give them room to grow to their full potential while also near enough to give them the benefit of the congress of roots would've warned Gray that this forest was being managed.Sadly, Gray wasn't an expert in forests. His parents had pulled him out of the Boy Scouts when they went woke, a day before he was scheduled to leave on his first campout where he would've learned basic wilderness survival skills. Instead, he'd spent that time learning the moves to Barbara's Rhabarberbar, a skill that everyone agreed was much more useful for life in the 21st century.He was starting to regret that turn of events now, as it (...)