His uniform was standard. Nothing out of pocket and nothing surprising. The only thing that Ichiro had changed to it was folding up the extra clothing around his wrist, revealing them essentially. 'Ah, the smell of fresh Japanese air. Gotta look both ways or else I might reincarnate..'
He held his bag over his shoulder as he walked down the small streets. The people he'd pass by would look at him and think he's a foreign exchange student with that look and stature.
'Ah, hello there..' He waves towards the reader. 'I know right? Who balls did I have to come out of to get my own story? Lemme give you a hint. His name rhymes with Rod.
My name is Ichiro Smith. Friends call me Ichi, mom calls me honey, and dad calls me Son with a capital S. 16 years ago, I was born to a human woman, Mary, and a God,..God. I posses powers such as time traveling, control over elements, and just about any superpower you can think of.
But, because of a certain woman, my mother, I've kept things under wrap. By that, I mean that she stops me from killing, robbing banks, stealing, etc. Well to be honest, I do the last one without her knowing. Don't you dare snitch. Anyways, I've rarely used my powers for others.
Dad said it was okay, so that means it's fine. If I remember, he said to use them however I wanted to actually. And with that being said,..' He stopped at the school gate and stared at the academy. 'I'll use it to make my life simpler.
By the time my story ends, I'll have atleast 20 wives, each of them being hard working and independent women. I of course plan to sit on a throne of money while having my kids run around as my wives feed me.
I am that person.'
He winked at the invisible camera then continued walking. 'Hm? Oh, you wondered why my fingers are painted white on one hand while the other hand has gold? Pretty sure it's a sign. A sign that I'm of divine blood..'
As he walked down the trail that would eventually go into the school, he heard people comment on him. "He's good looking. Our dreams are ruined.."
"S-Such a big build. Bro must work out 24/7."
"Painted nails? Doesn't that means he's..?"
"S-So big and strong. Where has he been all this time?"
"American? What are they doing over here?"
One student came up to Ichiro. He had an athletic build and wore tracksuit like pants instead of the formal wear. "Ouija Kazuma! Nice to meet you!" He held his hand out for a handshake. 'Too energetic.' Ichiro walked past him with his eyes closed, making Kazuma frown.
"That's not polite.." The people around murmured again. "T-Thats Kazuma from the soccer club! He's the school idol even though he's only a second year.." Ichiro sighed internally and turned around.
"Ichiro. I have to get to class, so stop bothering me." Kazuma eyes furrowed for a millisecond which wouldn't have been seen by anyone, but Ichiro. "Oh, I see. I don't want to get in your way then.." To keep his apperance, he bowed, swaying the heart of many maidens.
'I hate energetic people. No, let me rephrase that. I hate energetic guys. Girls are fine since they can actually keep my attention..' He turned back around and walked into the school. Taking his shoes off and putting them into a locker, he slipped on slippers.
'Makes me feel right at home. Ah, the girls have opened toed slippers? Principal a real one for letting that happen..' He then looked to his left and saw a girl with short, light blue hair. Standing at 5'2 and having a petite figure, she was putting on her slippers.
'She's cute. Think I found my first target..' He then saw her putting on slippers meant for guys. 'Strange. Must have been a mix up. She 'could' pass for a guy if she lost the glow...' A cute one at that.
"U-Uhm, is something wrong?" She was quiet and shy, which caused her to always blush and look away.
"No, not at all. My fault for starring.." He closed his locker, locked it and came up to her. It was like a giant and ant standing and talking to each other. "O-Oh, that's fine. Uhm,..my name is, Haruko. P-Pleasure to meet you.."
She bowed quickly then looked back at Ichiro. "Haruko... That's a pretty name. Mines Ichiro sadly.." He extended his hand while looking at a clock. "T-Thank yOu~" Her voice cracked which resulted in her cowering away faster than time itself.
'Nice fingers, small mouth, small physique.. She's perfect. I don't know what it is, but us tall people tend to like short girls and or tall ones. No inbetween. Well, I like them all, no matter the height..' The clock read as 8:13. He had to be in class by 8:25 and so, he decided to walk off.
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