"MEANS SOMEONE IS TALKING."

' MEANS CHARACTER IS THINKING.'

His chest was caved in, with his lungs struggling to due to shortness of breath. With the smell of burnt flesh still lingering in his nostril.

Tears brimming, rolling to the side of his face, making his vision blurry. At this point he'll die from the black fog that contains a high concentration of sulfur dioxide rather than the boulder on top of his chest.

"Damn rock humpers man!!" The boy yells out in frustration.

"I can't believe this is how I die, not to an ambush, not to The Ninja Boogieman Madara Uchiha or the Eternal Virgin Obito Biggest Simp Uchiha but a damn 20-year-old Genin.

"Damn I'm fucking pathetic man!" The boy yells in agony.

'And I'd love to muster some protagonist plot armor and push off this weight holding me down but my frail 8 year old body doesn't exactly agree with me. More than anything I'm pissed?'

'How pissed am I? I'm talking as pissed as being offered free donuts, eating said donuts, to only find out some asshole licked off all the glaze, put it back, and covered his crime up with powdered sugar.'

'So, yea I want to beat someone's ass.'

'But who's ass should I beat, the guards that were hired to protect me, my father for banishing me and my aunts or the rock fucker that stole all my money and thought it was okay to throw rocks the size of a hippo on an eight-year-old.'

'Still besides the nagging pain I'm too numb to care, after all my life's been pretty shit so far. My siblings care more about assassinating each other and sucking up to their father to have a chance to rule over what insignificant land he owns as a small-time Daimyo. And my aunties are too busy getting fucked silly. Tits swinging with each thrust, ass-clapping, screaming like damn pigs in heat two days straight by my father, their attendants, or any young lad that catches their fancy with too much testosterone in their balls and not a lot of ways to deal with it. Folded like a fresh sheet of laundry is what they are. Too wrapped up in political schemes, why would they care about a person who holds no power. Okay maybe that's the pain talking but maybe that's how I always felt about them.'

'In the eyes of my father, I'm nothing more than one of his illegitimate children. More or less sent me out to my death. He never cared about me.'

'Why did this happen to me? Sure, I wasn't some pussy that let people walk all over me, but I was never built for fighting. All I did was play sports at a collegiate level and stay up to watch anime. Sure, these hobbies seem to be on the opposite side of the spectrum but hey I like what I enjoy.'

'Unfortunately, some sore loser, Bandit Keeth rip off, didn't like how my Masked Hero fusion deck beat his Cyber's Dragon beat stick. So, his gang of meat-riders jumped me and pulled out a pistol. And you tell me if the heart of the cards is going to protect me from a bullet.'

'What really sucks is that I'll never know if Denji ever gets laid, or learn whose Ash's father is, if Luffy becomes the pirate king, ah man I really want to know the ending to that time I got reincarnated as a slime.'

[Are you ready to WAKE UP TO REALITY, the only thing that exists in this world is suffering, pain, and futility]

'Shit I'm starting to hear voices now,' his vision suddenly changed in an instant as now he's surrounded by a dark aura as he's floating in a black room. With glass mirrors surrounding him. A fog-like figure appears in front of him.

[How long will you cling to your Ideals when you could be so much more.]

Before I could register what, this black tumor monster said to me, I was pulled away by a ball of light.