Abruptly opening my eyes, I threw back the blanket. It was night outside the window, and there was no sleep in one eye. In principle, I don't have to rush anywhere in the morning, but I also didn't want to be blown up in the middle of the night and look for something to do.
— To hell with it, — I fell back on the pillow.
We should at least try to fall asleep.
The dream I had recently was so strange that I was inclined to believe it. An old friend left in my world? Why not. Were you able to contact me? Easily. The dude is still the type. If such a situation could happen to anyone, it was only with him. Mysticism? Ha! And the ghosts, zombies and mummies that I met when I was a witcher in the service of my native state, is this not mysticism? So the Dude who managed to contact me through the worlds and quickly retold the latest news does not seem fantastic to me. Yes, to all of you — the very situation in which I am now is nothing but fantastic.
Popadanets. A sweet word for many fans of fantastic literature. I'm sure there are a lot of people who want to be in my place, but it was me who got into another world. Into the body of an eight-year-old sucker who was abandoned by his own family two years later. Native people left and didn't even say why. They left a ten—year-old, ignorant kid alone in a world where war is a common thing. Well, of course — there is no WMD, you can fight.
And God be with them, with wars. What did I have to live for? Eat? Buy school supplies? And the school is strict here. I mean, here in Japan. I don't know how it is in other countries, but I doubt that a person without primary and secondary education will go far. Japan, so its rastak. Why not Russia? Eh?
However, there is little difference. Unless it would be easier with the language. The fact is that the world I got into was... let's just say it was different from mine. And if in small things everything was the same, then in general… One bahir is worth something — the energy that allows people to create truly incredible things. I'm also not a fool: a witcher of the rank of Absolute is not a bad thing for you, but even I can't take a queue from a vending machine on my chest. Yes, a simple bullet in the head is guaranteed to send me to the cemetery. And these…
Crazy little world. Bahir, which allows people to shoot "fireballs"; The Ancients with their artifacts; Kalashnikov assault rifle, adjacent to combat robots; monarchy, which rules around the world; clans, which are a state within a state. And in the center of all this is a small, weak witcher who has nothing to eat. Well, my mother and father left the house to me. But even so, what was I supposed to do?
It remained to go down the crooked path, becoming a petty thief. And the fact that I met Nakata Akemi, the criminal boss of one of the criminal guilds, is probably not an accident. Sooner or later, spinning in this mess, I would have met her one way or another. I was lucky that it happened so early. If I had crossed paths with her not at the age of eleven, but, say, at fifteen, and everything could have ended very badly. For her. It was at eleven that I didn't have the strength to oppose anything to her, and at fifteen I would have rolled the woman herself and her henchmen into the asphalt. And there would be no history of our rapprochement, cooperation and friendship.
In principle, if you think about it, the last six years have been quite calm. Yes, some episodes quite pulled on some action-packed action movie or adventure comedy, but in general everything was quite evenly smeared for those six years. Now…
It all started when my neighbors' family, which is the ruling Koyama clan, managed to get my consent to enroll in the elite Dakisyuro High School. And everything would be fine, but only two younger representatives of Koyama, childhood friends, studied there: Shina and Mizuki Koyama. They are still personalities alone, but together… It's a good thing we were in different classes with them. Further, as it turned out, Dakisyuro is not just an elite school, it is super elite. Such a concentration of young aristocracy can be found only in three other schools in Tokyo of the same level. But I didn't know about it when I agreed to enroll. Would I have agreed if I had known? Most likely he did, damn it, but he would have prepared better.
M-yes, a problem. But, unfortunately, not the main one. In the evening of the first school day, when I was trying to realize where I was, a meeting with Akemi took place, which opened my eyes to the structure of this world. It turns out that people like me, who do not control bahir, but are capable of the same "superhuman" actions, are highly valued in my new world. Like bulls-producers. They say that we are having very strong, in terms of bahir, children. Add to this the extremely rare appearance of people like me and the power of aristocrats, and you will understand why I was alarmed. I was too reluctant to become the number one goal for the whole of Japan. At best, only Japan. But I have earned some kind of name over the years. Tokyo Dwarf is a brand of reliability. And if at least someone in the Dwarf suspected the Patriarch, as witchers are called here… Fortunately, people like me were pretty weak in this world. All I needed was to make a show of dealing with a fighter whose level is less than what the locals are used to. If Patriarchs have been considered weaklings for centuries, then such a feint definitely took me out of this category. Said and done. One operation, and the masked thief, illuminated in front of cameras and witnesses, is no longer able to be perceived as a witcher. That is, of course, the Patriarch.
And it seems that this is it, calmness. Live, study, earn money, fortunately there is a completely legal income, but not. One of my people made an offer to participate in a certain closed auction, where my competitor's company was being sold. Again — legal. And of course I couldn't resist. And the fact that at the same time I came out of the shadows, identifying myself as a rich boy with certain claims, I ignored. No, I didn't forget about it, but I ignored it. I still don't know if I was stupid or not. Probably not. The jackpot was too big. And even a premature claim about himself in high society paid for it. It's just a pity, life plans will now have to be forced. On the other hand, why not? But now I certainly won't get bored.
And it seemed to be the last thought before I finally fell asleep.