When was the first time I dreamed about being unstoppable? Better question is that how far can I remember. Me being an absolute chad , I haven't spent time making friends or hanging out, as people in my age do. All my mind was set on, is to be the most powerful foe you could encounter yet not in the slightest an expected enemy, a suprise one that you never were able to notice before, the darkest shadow in the corner of your eye.
Now, why would I want this? Whenever this thought came to my mind not one answer was satisfying, most people probably think that I suffer from chunibyo syndrome, but in reality, I see the bigger picture. Only the shadows, the power of the unknown could be fitting for the role that I always adored.
I never was apart of the spotlight and neither did I try to be in it. Always lay low and go with the flow without being conspicious. That's my motto. The role of the hero, the antagonist , no... none of these showed particular interest. Those who work behind the scenes , in the shadows, they are my heroes.
What you people love and hold dear during their childhood or maybe for an even shorter period of time, your so called heroes, don't come near to what I feel. My desire for the shadows is something different, it is much deeper and my heart sets ablaze whenever I think about it.
Along with the shadows, there were some other things I believed would be fitting for a member of the shadows, martial arts! The most generic thing ever would be swords or fencing , so I went with practicing jujutsu ,all sorts of combat arts. I believed learning so much moves would suit a member of the shadows. After all, the shadows always linger in the back of your mind and when they show themselves , a big show is to be expected.
I always thought of school as a side-hustle , sort of a thing I do just because I've gotten used to it through all the years. Mediocre at best, that's how I describe myself during school, inconspicious background character A.
The other side of my life was straight-up working and exhausting training sessions. Exercising is my beloved daily routine, the thing I look forward to every day. This was how I spent all my school years, repetative.
Time passed, I was growing older by the day. The sudden realisation came when year 12 started, a full year came around... I spent another year training,with now hitting the peak of teen life,17. No matter how much I trained, I was no more than a mere human, it was all meaningless.
The more martial arts I mastered, the more techniques I learnt, the more I realised just a few soldiers easily opress an ordinary human like me.
A finger of the shadows, beaten by some men in uniform? Ridiclous, oh how laughable.
And even, if there is a small chance that after several years, decades of training, reaching peak human form and to be able to dodge a few bullets and maybe overpower some soldiers still, I lose my life to a bomb. Taking a bullet to the head?, no chance, and aiming for something higher like surviving a meteor seemed ridiclous to anyone, but not for me. I had a dream, a dream that believes that I can survive anything, the strongest blow someone can receive, a nuke
What do I need to achieve this dream? Strength, agility, sturdiness, absurd amounts of will power stamina and so many other factors that I can't even name them all.
Ryo : "Brilliant...."
"Brilliant" is what I muttered to myself when stumbling upon an idea. What I need is not these mortal needs such as strength and stamina..., it is magic , mana , aura whatever I could put to use.
Unfortunatelly , even if somebody did research these topics, they would be declared lunatics and called insane. I would do the same, they must be pretty unhinged to even consider something so crazy like the topic of magic because it is common sense, magic does not exist in this world.
I let out a tiny laugh, as I thought to myself.
"Nobody ever achieved anything by staying in the boundaries of common sense"
Obviously magic , mana and all that lies beyond sanity and common sense, but this only pushed me to work harder. Henceforth my daily exercises became hundredfold times more difficult and intense.
I believed that one day, all of my training will come to fruition and the sole thought of this kept me pushing forward and engulfing in such activities as meditating in a waterfall or running in the snow for several kilometres.
There is only one thing you can be absolutely sure about and that is the passage of time. So it did, last month of year 13 came along with the last moments of my uneventful youth.
Somehow , even with all that time spent on training I've yet to conquer the shores of magic or any sorts of that...
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The sky was covering its vast body with a blanket of dark sky and a starry night while I had a tunnel vision on my daily routine training in the middle of a field inside a forest. It became erraticly dark and suddenly way too quiet for a summer night. Coming to my senses after an exhausting day I gulp my potentialade (no pun intended) and let out a huge sigh.
"Have I not been training hard enough?" I doubted myself, while being in a steamy mood when there weren't any promising results regarding my training.
"ring-ring" buzzing in my pocket ,my phone receives a notification. I was going to be late for dinner! Time was about it hit 7o' clock , never ever have I missed a meal yet and I'm not planning on doing so.
In the heat of the moment , some weirdly calming and inviting flickering light appeared. It seemed like ... Is it luring me?.., NO!!! I'ts showing me a path, did I finally reach the level of magic?!
Not wanting to lose such a chance, I grab my cold and dark jacket that is most comforting and agile, only a clothing of this level could serve me right.
Grabbing my jacket in a hurry , I hastily hop over the fence guarding the forest with ease, following the blistering light. Suddenly I feel as if the ground itself dissapeared under my feet.
Right after hopping over the fence, I notice something shining, completely blinding my route by illuminating it. Altough i'm unsure about what they were, the next thing I remember was ... That an unfamiliar face was crying over me. The first thing i felt upon seeing a woman-like person shed tears over me was, "what a weirdo"!!!!! Why would anyone cry over me, especially, since I don't even know this woman!
Before that, some insignificsnt details... by the looks of it, I got hit by a train and were reincarnated! When I first opened my eyes , I felt all the mana surronding me and the potential I have in my new body.
The women who were crying over me , when I first opened my eyes? T'was me mother.
The situation looked like I fell from a wardrobe or something but all of these details don't matter.
Judging by the furniture, am I from high-class family.. ? And the design of the house looks classy, presumably german.
"A german royalty" I exclaimed to myself, while I was observing my wear and my phisical structure. Assume that I am no more than a few months old, genetically gifted, after all, I am standing and stumbling around on my own two feet.