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Jinsei o ikiro!

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This young woman hasn't had an easy life, yet here she stands, proudly smiling and harshly insulting the passersby who annoy her. She exudes an enigmatic charm in a world where normalcy rhymes with cruelty. Everything is about to change when she encounters a secret agent. The + are ¤, our equal is ▪︎ In an adventure as zany as it is lucid, her mission is to save humanity from a global threat... But above all, she has a speech to deliver! She stood at the epicenter of a pivotal political gathering at the United Nations, and with a commanding voice, she proclaimed: "I am Mita Tekaru, 16 years old and forever free! With my incredibly nuclear story, we will rock the entire world. I urge you to uncover the tale of a woman whose only flaw lies in her perfection." Devil, humanity, love, and infinite madness. Follow the remarkable journey of this young woman!
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Chapter 1 - Tekaru of Millions of years

Mita Tekaru hasn't had an easy life, a girl born into a world where evil reig

"Yo, what the heck, dawg? Ya like totally trippin'! Evil what? Ya talkin' straight up nonsense!"

On a bustling street, a 15-year-old girl stands, her luscious dark locks with a palm stem in his hair gifted by her mother, cascading over her shoulders with. Her mesmerizing Persian-red eyes gleam with captivating intensity, capable of melting anyone within miles.

"Bro, are ya for real? C'mon, put in some effort! Ya introduce me like I'm some kinda awesome chick... Well, I mean, I kinda am but y'know.." She declared with a hint of pride, bursting into laughter. However, the passersby saw the scene in a completely different light: a young girl talking to herself like a lunatic. Despite the blatant judgment of the passersby, She persisted:

« Je suis la goat et mon nom est Mita putain de Tekaru ! J'ai 16 ans, pas 15 comme l'autre bouffon a dit. Je suis la femme la plus belle de l'univers, donc les suceurs dégagez. Omelette du fromage, omelette du fromage. »

Oops, my bad, folks. Accidentally hit the wrong button for French. Hang tight for a sec.

For those unfamiliar with Baguette, she clarified that her name is Mita Tekaru, she's 16 years old, and most importantly, she deems herself the ugliest woman in the world.

"BUT I NEVER SAID THAT, YA SON OF A

Anyway, let's stop paying attention to her and allow me to tell you the story of Mita's family.

The Tekaru family comes from an ancient lineage linked to a tribe practicing satanic and evil rituals. However, this family is on the verge of disappearing, all its members having perished mysteriously, leaving behind only this poor girl. It all traces back to when she was 7 years old.

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In the kitchen of a charming house with a garden, there resided a sweet little girl who wouldn't harm a soul.

"Mom, I'M SO HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY."

In truth, this little girl is quite headstrong, stubborn, and above all, incredibly gluttonous. Then, a lovely woman in her thirties scooped up her daughter and spoke to her with words filled with tenderness.

"If you raise your voice again, you'll get a spanking, and I assure you, it will hurt. So ask politely, my dear, before I discipline you!" Said Mita's mother in a soft but firm voice. An evil aura worthy of a demon seemed to emanate from her.

Yet, her mother pales in comparison to the demon queen. Mita possesses an indomitable spirit. She refuses to let anyone trample over her, not even her own mother. With unabashed pride, she declared:

"Who ya think ya are Mum. Alright step aside let me cook. Don't be all jealous of my cooking, woman." Mita freed herself from her mother's arms and rushed to the stove, determined to prepare something edible, if the heavens allowed.

Her mother chuckled softly as she observed her, responding with a touch of conceit as well:

"Do you honestly believe you can create a dish superior to all of mine? Go ahead then, ha! Kids are so naive, always thinking they can outdo everyone els

"Done." No sooner had she finished speaking than her daughter appeared before her, looking innocent, holding two magnificent dishes that appeared delectable. Her mother stood there, astonished by her daughter's handiwork, and decided to taste it. To her immense surprise, she discovered it to be the most exquisite food she had ever tasted in her life.

"So, it needs salt, um, it needs everything, and besides, I can do it better. But it's not a competition ^^ Anyway, it's time for you to go to bed, young lady!"

Her mother was absolutely livid, but she quickly composed herself and beamed proudly at her daughter. Mita relished her triumph over her mother, secretly mocking her. She then made her way to her room, settled onto her bed, and drifted off to sleep, as serene as an infant.

Monstrous snoring emanated from the girl's body. Was she a monster or a demon? Yes.

Men, I hope that her family won't encounter a tragedy akin to gunfire on the evening of November 4, 2004, because with such deafening snores, she wouldn't hear a thing.

Bang Bang.

Gunshots and blood curdling screams reverberated throughout the house. After what felt like an eternity, silence descended once more. Meanwhile, Mita slumbered peacefully like an angel, envisioning purchasing a GameCube and diving into Zelda: The Wind Waker. However, she was jolted awake by the rumbling of her empty stomach, signaling extreme hunger. With determination, she made her way to the kitchen.

As she skipped down the hallway towards the kitchen, she caught sight of a man fleeing, gesturing devil horns. Unfazed, her mind fixed on her hunger, she proceeded to the kitchen. Yet, a grim revelation awaited her: not only was there no food to be found, but her parents' lifeless forms lay on the floor, surrounded by a pool of crimson.

Tears streamed down her face as her heart-wrenching sobs echoed through the house. Her parents were gone, leaving her utterly alone…

After that tragedy, Mita ended up in an orphanage. Sadly, she faced constant bullying from the other kids, making her life even more unbearable. She despised the place and yearned to break free, far from that children's jail.

At 14, she made the call to split. She spent ages bedding down on the streets before scoring shelter in a derelict flat. Ever since, she's been holed up in that rundown pad for two years, grappling with tough living conditions. But she always pondered one thing.

'I was just 7 years old, but I'll never forget that dude in the mask. I'm gonna wreck him, swear on it! Dang... Coulda had a chill, carefree life... But I guess being super universal galaxy beautiful comes with its own drama!'

Her lack of schooling, stemming from the loss of her parents, had bred arrogance and pride within her. Yet, beneath her facade lay profound sorrow. Yes, she was the queen of this world, she deserved it! But in reality, it was the world that didn't deserve her.

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'I really wanna know what love feels like, to find just a bit of the warm love my parents had.'

Yes, She wants to remember the love of her parents.

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'I want this feeling more than anything in the world, I deserve it.'

Are you talking about love ? 'I don't know.'

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'Do I even have the right to cry when there are people going through way worse stuff than me? Then why do I only ever cry for myself after all this time? They didn't deserve to die, so why can't I cry for them now?'

'Maybe crying over all that is just too much.'

She had many dreams, even that of resuming her studies. However, she hit a wall - how to do it when no institution wanted her. Tears streamed down Mita's cheeks as she felt profoundly isolated and hopeless. So utterly alone… whispering.

"For myself, again."

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Mita ventured outside to collect her earnings, acquired through panhandling from pedestrians. Despite her challenging circumstances, she felt a glimmer of joy that day, as an elderly woman had gifted her 808 Yen. She resolved to use the money wisely, determined to become responsible and save.

"One margherita Pizza pls, and a lot of cheese!"

"That'll be 808 ¥" Replied the pizzaiolo. Mita handed him her only 808¥ bill and she thought to herself 'Arigato, obasan.' She treated herself to a pizza even though it's garbage, but it's only my opinion.

She made her way to a park, craving a peaceful moment to enjoy her pizza. Settling on a bench, she observed the children playing, taking her time to relish every bite of her meal. Normally, she would have saved it for later, but it had been too long since she had savored such delicious food. With a wide smile and a mouthful of pizza, she exclaimed joyfully.

"Chanks mechicansh! Pizza chooo good."

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There she was, Mita, sitting alone again?

"First of all, pizza is an Italian dish, not Mexican!" A strange man interjected as he sat beside her, observing the children at play.

"I knew I'd run into a creep today. Beat it! Got a knife in my pocket, so mind yar junk!" But the man laughed in response and replied in an amused tone:

"And since when do skirts come with pockets?"

Mita thought to herself 'this son of a bitch had seen through my bluff' but despite that, she remained impassive.

"Don't sweat it, I ain't that type. I'm here because I clocked you begging earlier. What's the deal with that?" But Mita felt too ashamed to reply to the mysterious man. 'If only this bastard would leave.' She thought, as his presence was starting to grate on her nerves.

"Alright, I see you're avoiding the question, but is your name Mita Tekaru?"

Upon hearing that, Mita immediately stood up and demanded threateningly "Who the heck are ya? And what do ya want from me?" The man responded directly by flashing a badge.

"I'm one of the government's special agents. We're on a secret mission to take out the cult behind your family's demise."

Mita eyed the badge skeptically, utterly unconvinced by the man's claims. 'A government agent?' She found it difficult to believe.

"The Tekaru lineage traces back to an ancient demon tribe. There's this sect, Jigoku, aiming to pull off a satanic ritual, unlocking the gates of hell. They're after the blood and organs of this demon tribe. Yet, they're missing a crucial component: the tears of a true demon descendant. And guess what? You're the missing link!" The man explained solemnly.

'No, it couldn't be, IT COULDN'T! My family perished due to a satanic ritual?' After this horrifying revelation, tears streamed down her cheeks, despite her attempts to compose herself. 'Gates of hell? Descendants of demons? It was all too overwhelming to comprehend.'

"Did you not notice why the police swiftly wrapped up the case on your family's slaughter and why there were no bodies afterward? It's because they were cremated so they couldn't be roped into the last leg of the ritual.. If the gates of hell open, all demon's gonna appear on Earth."

So she was being targeted by a cult? 'But I hadn't done anything wrong… right? I couldn't handle it anymore.'

"Why ya telling me that, huh?" She asked.

The man laughed disdainfully before declaring:

"Because you're half-demon and half-human. You've got the powers of a demon, but you still got the conscience of a human, and the Jigoku just found out about you not long ago. So, I'm suggesting a deal…" Seeing her acquiescence, he proceeded:

"Join our brigade, the Venators of Jigoku. With your help, we might be able to save Earth from this sect!"

Her, a 16-year-old adolescent? Save Earth? She was a demonic being? 'I was only half-human?' She had demon blood? 'It was all becoming maddening, what was going on? All I wanted was to savor my pizza in peace.'

"They'll surely come after you. If you join us, we can keep you safe, and you won't have to beg anymore because you'll have food whenever you want!" Mita gazed at him with hope, scrutinizing his weathered face for any signs of deceit, but she found none.

"Hey? Could... coulda I go... to school too?" Mita asked timidly. The man looked at her and smiled broadly, nodding.

"Then I'm in! Sign me up for school, and I'm down to be a Venator of Jigoku!"

"Of course, I promise you. Pleasure to meet a future Venator colleague, my name is Yasashi Mottomo." Offering his hand, which Mita grasped firmly, as if sealing a pact. She chuckled heartily, realizing that this man wasn't such an asshole after all, and that this day was turning out to be more than perfect. After all, she was the ruler of her own world!

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And thus commences the saga of a woman adrift without purpose.

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense, of course, I have a dream, what do you think!" We're listening then, Mita, tell us your dream.

"My goal, my dream, is to find love!" What a shitty dream, I can't tell if it's sad or cute. "Yeah, no, my goal is to live my life!" Yasashi looked at her with confusion because she was still talking to herself, but in the end, he smiled at Mita's mental illness.

"I'm sure you'll achieve your dream, so fight for your dreams Mita Tekaru."

Everyone fights for your dreams ! Go after it with everything you've got. Even if it's too hard, you should never give up. If you give up, then it wasn't a dream, but a fantasy. All the good or bad choices will lead to your success. To give up or to continue, there is only one choice.

Wait…. Do demons even fight for their dreams?