Chapter 2: Koudo Ikusei
Voices echoed closer and closer in my world of darkness. My foggy mind was flooded with a jumble of sensations. I went from peaceful silence to the grating sound of people talking, laughing, or simply breathing. It was as if the devil was whispering to me to regain consciousness and wake up.Why didn't they just shut up and leave me alone? Despite my best efforts to ignore it, the cacophony of unthinking beings finally jolted me awake.
I opened my heavy eyelids, ready to confront reality. My vision was wobbling and the engine was sending vibrations to the window where my head was leaning. I watched a changing landscape through the glass. A blue sky with little or no clouds and a sun that sent its light everywhere, the spring gale fluttered the trees and pink leaves came off, making swirls until they disappeared in the sky or descended on the ground; this would be a good occasion to reflect on how these leaves can perfectly represent the trajectory of people in society, if it were not for the fact that in the polluted streets of the city, there is no opportunity for the Sakura trees to flourish.
'Japan?' I wondered as I surveyed the landscape.
It's not that I'm an anime fan or anything, but when I see a Sakura tree, the first thing that comes to mind is Japan. It's simply the location where you're most likely to come across one of these trees due to his near obsession with them. Almost every tree I saw was pink, and the signs with Japanese characters only confirmed my suspicion. I fixed my gaze on the window reflection of my face. Gray eyes and an attractive face with black hair. My pale skin and somewhat long hairstyle with messy strands of hair falling over my forehead didn't help my already disinterested face; it looked rather gloomy and I didn't like it.
'Get used to it.' In my head, I heard a strong and proud voice, but it was also a familiar voice.
I remembered my conversation with the supposed god and quickly made sense of my situation, prompting me to ask an annoyed question. 'Did I transmigrate into an anime or something?' With a frown, I stated that if the god meant 'fun' that I would have to fight with superpowers or something to survive an academy with bipolar or depressive teenagers, I was out.
'This is a real world with real people; nothing is a fantasy.' As I straightened in my seat, God replied.
'You dodged my question,' I remembered, causing my gaze to wander around the wobbly transport.
'Ha~ nothing escapes you.' The god sighed amusedly. 'Yes, this is an anime-inspired world.'
'Bye.' I said as I rose from my seat. This bus was moving fast, and if I jumped, I might die.
"Is there anyone willing to give this old lady his seat?" A cute voice drew the attention of all the passengers on the bus.
'This world is just like yours; there are no superpowers or anything like that, and there is no need for hasty decisions.' I was persuaded by the being as I observed an office worker glaring angrily at a blonde-haired boy with a smug expression.
It was too late by the time I realized what was going on. When the clerk noticed that I was standing up, her eyes filled with relief and hope. The blond-haired boy snorted and put on his headphones, completely ignoring the heavy atmosphere he had created. I noticed a boy with brown hair and an expressionless face on the opposite side staring at me, only to turn away, as if uninterested as the girl in a red uniform and white skirt smiled charmingly. The girl, who I later realized was wearing the same uniform as me, spoke in a squeaky but friendly tone.
"Many thanks!" She said this as she walked towards me, and when I saw the old lady bow, which made this even more uncomfortable, I simply clicked my tongue and gave up my seat. In contrast to that blonde boy, I lacked the motivation to fight for my seat vehemently.
I stood in a corner, away from the noise, with my gaze fixed on the window. But, as if she hadn't gotten the hint, the girl with bobbed hair approached me in a friendly manner, clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her head as she looked at me.
"Thank you for giving up your seat. My name is Kikyo Kushida, and I'm in class 1-D. Nice to meet you!" She proceeded with a self-introduction, which was completely unnecessary, but it made me realize something.
'Who the hell am I?' I remembered nothing in this world; it was as if my body was just an empty shell where my previous memories had been placed, and I couldn't introduce myself with my previous name. There was a chance that this girl and I were classmates, and if this school was interesting, giving a false name and then being discovered would cause problems.
I gave the girl a look and searched my pants for a wallet or cell phone, but all I found was the sound of rustling paper when I checked my right pocket. I reached into my greenish pants pocket and pulled out a cut piece of paper, which I opened curiously, unconcerned about the girl who called herself Kikyo's confused expression.
'Good luck' - Seymour.
'Who is Seymour?' I questioned the god who had cast me into obscurity in an unknown world. The only thing that kept me afloat was my knowledge of the Japanese language.
"Your name is Ikke Yoshida, and you are an orphan who was recently home-schooled by one of your father's friends.' The god spoke to me, as if he was sympathetic to my predicament.
"Ikke Yoshida." I said to the annoying girl who persisted in bothering me despite my clear refusal to speak to her.
Can you tell me what class you're in?" She asked as she approached me, her massive breasts dangerously close to my arm.
"That is a good question." I said, and she looked perplexed, but she finally seemed to take my rather direct hint and just smiled sadly, her eyes lowered, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.
'What class am I in?' I inquired, ignoring Kikyo's sidelong glances.
'1-A'
'I see.' I said as I gazed out the window at the changing scenery, still ignoring the crestfallen girl beside me.
The bus came to a stop with the sound of the brakes decompressing. I disinterestedly exited the bus, followed by a large number of other passengers. From what I saw at the entrance, the high school's name was 'Koudo ikusei.' I began walking, ignoring a girl with black hair and a haughty expression who was discussing something with the same expressionless boy who had been watching me on the bus as I entered this high school. From a distance, the facilities appeared to be well-kept and recent, the students were laughing and chatting with their friends, and I couldn't help but sigh for the umpteenth time, if this was that god's idea of 'fun or interesting,' we weren't on the same page.
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