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Redemption of death

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Chapter 0 the life of prodigy

The year 2020, May 3rd, in Japan, Yokohama City. A small city known for its elegant atmosphere and many unique buildings, houses, and shops. In the 21st Road, where is my house, a normal and standard type. And in my house, there are 3 rooms, where in 1 room my mom and dad sleep, and beside them is another room where the room is divided by two sides, one is a kitchen room and the other is a dining room. I live in the upper floor, and in my room, I was lying in bed, reading a book, or more like reading a novel. And the novel name is "The Fantastic Island".

The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light on the pages of the book, illuminating the words as they dance across the page. The sound of the city outside is muffled, a distant hum of traffic and chatter, but in the room, it's quiet, except for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath the bed.

As I read, the words begin to blend together, and I feel myself becoming lost in the world of the novel. The characters, the settings, the plot - it's all so vivid, so real. I can almost smell the salty air of the island, feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.

Suddenly, I hear a faint noise coming from downstairs. It's a soft creak, a gentle groan, but it's enough to break the spell of the novel. I look up, my eyes scanning the room, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

My mom's voice is warm and cheerful as she enters my room, a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Nobuaki!" she says, using my full name, which is a rare occurrence. She looks at me with a gentle expression, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she speaks.

As she speaks, I feel a sense of routine and normalcy wash over me. It's a typical Monday morning, and my mom is reminding me to get ready for school. I look at her, feeling a mix of emotions - a sense of comfort and security, but also a hint of reluctance to leave the cozy warmth of my room and the world of the novel.

I respond to my mom's greeting, my voice a bit groggy from sleep. "Yes, mom, what?" I ask, trying to sound alert and awake.

My mom's expression turns serious for a moment, and she says, "Well, your school bus will be here soon, so get ready, okay?" She looks at me expectantly, her eyes encouraging me to get moving.

I nod, feeling a sense of obligation wash over me. I know I need to get ready for school, but a part of me wants to stay in bed and continue reading the novel. The world of the island is so vivid and real, and I feel like I'm just starting to get into the story.

My mom's expression remains kind and gentle, but I can sense a subtle shift in her demeanor. Her eyes seem to bore into mine, as if searching for any sign of resistance or disobedience. The warm aura that surrounds her grows stronger, and I can feel a hint of tension in the air.

Despite my mom's gentle tone, I know that she's not to be trifled with. She's a woman who values discipline and responsibility, and she expects me to meet those expectations. I can sense that she's not going to tolerate any nonsense or excuses from me.

I take a deep breath and nod, trying to appear more alert and cooperative. "Ye-s, mom, I'll be ready now," I say, trying to sound more enthusiastic and obedient.

My mom's expression softens slightly, and she nods, seeming to accept my response. "Good, Nobuaki," she says, her voice still warm and gentle. "I'll go start breakfast. You get dressed and ready, okay?"

As she turns to leave, I can feel her eyes still on me, watching me to make sure I follow through on my promise. I nod again, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I know that I've avoided a confrontation, but I also know that I've only delayed the inevitable. My mom will be keeping a close eye on me, and I'll have to be careful not to slip up again.

My mom's voice is firm but gentle as she adds another task to my morning routine. "Also, take some shower, will you?" she asks, her eyes still fixed on me with a hint of expectation.

I nod, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. Taking a shower is a necessary part of getting ready for school, and I know that my mom will be checking to make sure I do it. I respond with a simple "Yes, mom," trying to sound cooperative and obedient.

As I nod, I feel a sense of routine and normalcy settle over me. This is just another typical Monday morning, and I know that I'll be following the same familiar routine that I've followed countless times before. I get up from bed and head towards the bathroom, my mind already starting to think about the day ahead and all the tasks that I need to complete.

As I walk towards the bathroom, I feel a sense of familiarity and routine wash over me. I've taken countless showers in this bathroom, and I know exactly where everything is. I turn on the water, adjusting the temperature to a comfortable level, and step under the warm spray.

The shower is invigorating, and I feel my muscles relax as the water washes over me. I stand there for a few minutes, letting the water rinse away the sleep and the remnants of the novel that I was reading.

After the shower, I dry myself off and head back to my room to get dressed. I pull on my school uniform, feeling the familiar weight of the fabric on my skin. I check myself in the mirror, making sure that everything is in order.

Next, I head to the desk in the corner of my room, where my books and backpack are waiting. I carefully select the books that I need for the day, making sure that I have everything that I need. I pack my backpack, double-checking to make sure that I have my lunch, my water bottle, and all of my other essentials.

As I finish packing, I feel a sense of calm and organization wash over me. I'm ready for the day, and I know that I've got everything that I need. I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement for the day ahead.

I walk into the dining room, and the aroma of freshly cooked food greets me. My mom is already seated at the table, a warm smile on her face as she watches me approach. She's made my favorite breakfast, a delicious sandwich with chicken, vegetables, and a tangy sauce.

The sandwich looks and smells amazing, and my stomach growls in anticipation. I take a seat across from my mom, and she hands me the sandwich, along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. I take a bite, and the flavors explode on my tongue. The chicken is juicy, the vegetables are crunchy, and the sauce adds a perfect balance of sweet and tangy.

As I eat, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me. This is one of my favorite parts of the day, sharing a meal with my mom and enjoying her cooking. We chat quietly as we eat, discussing the day ahead and making small talk. The atmosphere is peaceful and relaxed, and I feel grateful for this moment of quiet time with my mom.

I finish my breakfast, feeling satisfied and energized for the day ahead. I get up from the table, and my mom hands me my backpack, which I had left by the door. I give her a quick smile and a nod of thanks, and then I head out the door, into the crisp morning air.

As I step outside, I take a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze fill my lungs. The sun is shining, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood. I look around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the street. The houses are all still quiet, with only a few people stirring about.

I start walking down the street, my feet carrying me towards the school. I know the route by heart, and I walk with a sense of purpose, my backpack slung over my shoulder. The houses give way to shops and businesses, and then to the school's entrance, a large stone building with a clock tower.

When I approach the school, I can see the other students starting to arrive, chatting and laughing with each other. I nod to a few of them as I pass by, and they return the greeting. I feel a sense of belonging, knowing that I'm part of this community, and that I'm about to embark on another day of learning and growth.

I continue walking down the street, my feet carrying me further and further away from my house. The houses and shops give way to a larger commercial area, and I see the sign for the Lotton supermarket in the distance. It's a big and famous supermarket in Yokohama City, and I've been there many times with my mom to buy groceries.

As I walk past the supermarket, I see the big building that I've been approaching. It's a large, modern structure with a sleek design and a glass façade. I can see people moving about inside, and I wonder what kind of business is housed in this building.

Beyond the building, I see my school in the distance. It's a large, imposing structure with a mix of modern and traditional architecture. The building is surrounded by a large garden, which is beautifully maintained and filled with a variety of plants and trees. The garden is a peaceful oasis in the midst of the bustling city, and I feel a sense of calm as I approach it.

As I get closer to the school, I can see the garden more clearly. It's a beautiful space, with a mix of Japanese and Western plants and a small pond with a fountain. The garden is surrounded by a low wall, and there are benches and walking paths that allow students to relax and enjoy the scenery. I feel a sense of pride and belonging as I approach the school, knowing that I'm about to spend another day learning and growing with my classmates.

I finally arrive at the Horiko Academy, one of the best schools in Yokohama City. As I walk through the gates, I'm greeted by the sight of a beautiful and modern campus. The school's reputation for excellence is well-deserved, and I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment knowing that I'm a student here.

As I enter the school building, I see many of my classmates gathered in the hallway, chatting and laughing with each other. I nod to a few of them as I pass by, and they return the greeting. We're all excited to start the new day, and the energy in the air is palpable.

I make my way to the principal's office, where I know I'll find Principal Horikio Nazuraka. He's a well-respected and highly intelligent individual, known for his strict but fair approach to education. I've heard that he's a genius in his own right, and that he's always pushing his students to reach their full potential.

As I enter the office, I see Principal Nazuraka sitting behind his desk, a look of intense focus on his face. He's a tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence, and I can feel his eyes on me as I approach. I bow respectfully, and he nods in response, his expression softening slightly as he greets me. "Ah, Nobuaki, good morning. I trust you're ready for another day of learning?" he asks, his voice firm but friendly.

I nod to my teacher and make my way to my classroom, which is located on the 2nd floor of the Horiko Academy. As I walk up the stairs, I can feel the excitement and anticipation building up inside me. I'm looking forward to another day of learning and growth, and I'm eager to see what the day has in store for me.

As I reach the 2nd floor, I see the sign for Class 1-B, which is my classroom. I nod to the other students who are already seated, and I take my place at my desk. Our classroom is a large, well-equipped space with plenty of natural light and modern technology. The teacher's desk is at the front of the room, and the blackboard is covered in notes and diagrams from our previous lessons.

I glance around the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. Class 1-B is a diverse group of students, ranging from teenagers to adults, all of whom are eager to learn and succeed. We're a close-knit group, and I feel a sense of camaraderie with my classmates as we begin another day of learning together.

As I look out the window, I notice that the 3rd floor of the Academy is home to the upper rank classrooms, where the most talented and gifted students are taught. I've heard that the classes on the 3rd floor are extremely challenging, and that only the most exceptional students are able to succeed there. I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment knowing that I'm part of Class 1-B, and that I'm working hard to reach my full potential.

Our teacher, Mr. Tanaka, enters the classroom and takes his place at the front of the room. He's a kind and experienced educator, known for his patience and ability to explain complex concepts in a clear and concise manner. He greets us warmly and begins to review the day's schedule and agenda.

As he speaks, I take my seat on the bench, trying to get settled and focused for the day's lessons. The bench is a bit hard, but I'm used to it by now. I take a deep breath and try to relax, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as I prepare to learn.

Mr. Tanaka begins to write on the blackboard, using a marker to draw diagrams and charts that illustrate the day's topics. I watch intently, trying to follow along and take notes. The classroom is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of papers or whisper of conversation breaking the silence.

As I sit there, I feel a sense of gratitude towards Mr. Tanaka and the Horiko Academy. I'm grateful for the opportunity to learn and grow, and I'm thankful for the support and guidance of my teachers. I'm excited to see what the day will bring, and I'm eager to learn and absorb as much as I can

.(And then a female student who is siting beside asked me)

Mio : are u nobuaki kanazaki?

I turn to my left, where Mio is sitting, and nod in response to her question. "Yes, my name is Nobuaki Kanazaki," I say, looking at her with a friendly smile. I'm a bit surprised that she knows my name, but I'm happy to chat with her.

Mio looks at me with a curious expression, and I can tell that she's interested in getting to know me better. "Nice to meet you, Nobuaki-san," she says, using the polite honorific suffix "-san" to address me. "I'm Mio Nakahara. I've seen you around school, but we've never really talked before."

I nod in response, feeling a bit more at ease now that we've introduced ourselves. "Nice to meet you too, Mio-chan," I say, using the more informal suffix "-chan" to address her. "What's your favorite subject in school?" I ask, trying to start a conversation and get to know her better.

I take in Mio's appearance, and I have to agree that she's a beautiful and cute girl. She's not the most stunning girl in our class, but she has a certain charm that makes her stand out. Her red school shirt and tie are a nice combination, and her pleated skirt is a classic style that suits her well. Her black long hair is tied back with ribbons, and her white sclera and blue pupils make her eyes sparkle.

As I look at her, I notice that she's smiling at me, and I can tell that she's trying to be friendly. I feel a bit more at ease now, and I return her smile. "Hi Mio-chan," I say, trying to sound friendly and approachable. "I'm Nobuaki. Nice to meet you."

Mio's smile widens, and she looks at me with a warm expression. "Nice to meet you too, Nobuaki-san," she says, using the polite honorific suffix "-san" to address me. "I've seen you around school, but we've never really talked before. What do you like to do in your free time?"

I'm happy to chat with Mio, and I start to think about what I can say to her. I don't want to come across as too boring or too interesting, so I try to find a balance. "I like to read and play video games," I say, trying to sound casual. "How about you, Mio-chan? What do you like to do in your free time?"

I nod to Mio, and we both fall silent as Mr. Tanaka speaks. I can see that Mio is trying to focus on the lesson, and I do the same. I take a deep breath and try to clear my mind, preparing myself to learn about the math subject.

As Mr. Tanaka begins to explain the concept, I listen intently, trying to understand the material. I take notes and ask myself questions, making sure I grasp the key points. Mio is sitting next to me, and I can sense that she's also trying to focus on the lesson.

The classroom is quiet, with only the occasional scribble of a pen or the rustle of papers breaking the silence. Mr. Tanaka writes on the blackboard, using a marker to illustrate the concepts. I watch as he explains the math problem, trying to follow along and understand the solution.

As the lesson progresses, I start to feel more engaged and interested in the subject. I realize that math is not just about numbers and formulas, but also about patterns and relationships. I start to see the beauty in the math, and I feel a sense of excitement and curiosity.

Mio is sitting next to me, and I can sense that she's also starting to understand the material. We exchange a glance, and I see a look of concentration on her face. I nod to her, and she nods back, indicating that we're both on the same page.