Days passed, and the mother and her children were finally discharged from the hospital. Yet, every now and then, the girl couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sheer absurdity of her situation. The Otaku God, with all his supposed divinity, had managed to mess things up in ways she couldn't believe. She muttered under her breath, "What kind of god intentionally messes things up? Couldn't he binge-watch anime or something instead?" Still, she knew dwelling on his foolishness wouldn't fix anything.
She had bigger things to focus on—rebuilding her life, shaping her future, and immersing herself in the worlds of Jujutsu Kaisen and Tokyo Revengers. It wasn't about impressing anyone; it was about making a difference and saving everyone. She wasn't just going to stand by while the world burned—she was going to be part of the solution.
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Life soon settled into a rhythm, filled with small joys and precious moments. The twins, with their endless energy and contagious laughter, kept the house lively. Their cheerful chaos turned even the quietest afternoons into adventures. The mother embraced her role with unwavering love, pouring her heart into every bedtime story, every meal, and every scraped knee.
Dinner became a daily highlight, with the father returning home to scoop the twins into his arms. Their giggles echoed through the house as he spun them around before settling into his chair. "What did you two break today?" he'd joke, earning mock protests from the twins and a knowing smile from their mother. After dinner, he would cradle them close, patting their backs until their sleepy eyes closed, their tiny hands clutching his shirt.
It was a happy, normal life—filled with love, laughter, and just enough mischief to keep things interesting.
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By the time the twins turned three, Asuka's talents had already started to shine. She was no ordinary child. Whether it was academics, sports, or art, she excelled effortlessly. Even her doodles looked like they belonged in an art gallery. This left her family and friends marveling at her brilliance. But Asuka wasn't one to boast. Instead, she often muttered to herself, "Is it even fair to compete with kids my age? Maybe I should just wait till they're older to give them a chance."
One evening, her twin brother Keisuke burst into her room, practically bouncing with excitement. "Asuka! You have to join the dojo with me!" he exclaimed, his voice louder than necessary.
"A dojo?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What, are you planning to become the next karate master or something?"
Keisuke ignored her sarcasm, his enthusiasm undeterred. "It's near our house! And imagine how cool we'll be once we learn martial arts!"
The idea intrigued her, and for a brief moment, she thought: Wait. A dojo near the house? Could it be… Mikey's dojo? Excitement bubbled up, but she kept her cool. This might be my chance to meet them… and maybe even become their friends. Plus, martial arts? Why not?
"Alright, fine," she said with a smirk. "Let's do it."
Keisuke beamed and sprinted off to tell their mother, who nodded approvingly. Moments later, he grabbed Asuka's hand, dragging her out of the house.
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The dojo was a traditional, grand structure that exuded history and discipline. As they stepped inside, the sound of punches, kicks, and loud kiais filled the air. Keisuke's jaw dropped as he took in the scene, his wide eyes sparkling with admiration.
An old man with a stern yet kind demeanor approached them—it was none other than Mikey's grandfather, the dojo master. "What do you two want?" he asked, his tone firm but not unkind.
Keisuke puffed out his chest. "We want to learn martial arts!"
The old man nodded approvingly. "Then suit up and get started," he said, motioning toward the changing area.
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The training began, and the siblings quickly immersed themselves in the drills. Keisuke's enthusiasm was boundless, while Asuka found herself genuinely enjoying the practice. As they worked, a tall, lanky boy with messy black hair appeared, leaning casually against the sliding door. His presence was as laid-back as his posture.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking straight at Keisuke.
"I'm Baji Keisuke," Keisuke replied confidently.
"Keisuke, huh?" The boy repeated the name thoughtfully before grinning. "I'm Shinichiro."
Before either of them could say more, the old man's voice boomed. "Shinichiro! Stop slacking and get back to training!"
Shinichiro froze, then bolted like a startled cat. Keisuke stared after him, visibly impressed. "Wow, I didn't know he could see me i think its time to run bye I'll see you later keisuke," he muttered.
Asuka chuckled quietly, already finding the dojo more entertaining than expected.
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Just then, another figure stepped into the dojo, and all eyes turned to him. A boy with golden hair moved with a grace that was impossible to ignore. Each strike and kick he delivered was flawless, and the younger kids watched him in awe.
Keisuke's mouth hung open. "How can he be that cool?" he whispered, utterly mesmerized.
"That's Manjiro," the old man said with a proud smile. "My grandson. He's a natural genius."
Keisuke's awe quickly turned into determination. Without hesitation, he walked up to Manjiro. "Hey, fight me!" he challenged.
Manjiro turned, a playful smirk on his face. "Sure. But don't cry when I kick your ass," he replied.
The match began. Keisuke charged with all his might, his punches wild and full of spirit. Manjiro, however, dodged every attack effortlessly. With one swift punch, he ended the fight, leaving Keisuke sprawled on the floor.
Keisuke groaned but quickly got up, his spirit unbroken. "Don't think this is over. I'll beat you one day!"
Manjiro grinned, impressed by his determination. "Let's be friends, alright?"
Keisuke blinked in surprise but nodded. "I'm Baji Keisuke. And that girl over there is my sister."
Manjiro turned to Asuka, curiosity flashing in his eyes. She stepped forward, her confidence radiating as she extended her hand. "Asuka," she said.
Manjiro shook her hand, his grin widening. "Alright then. Let's all be friends."
Asuka smiled back, a warm feeling blooming in her chest. For the first time, she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be.