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The sky, rain pouring endlessly, washing all impurities that lay on the busy street, skyscrapers releasing lights of development, sidewalks filled with filth and smells of rotten substances, Masutafu, Japan, or rather, the side no one sees, the side no one pays attention to. With each drop, the smell is exposed, a side considered to be filled with filth and endless chaos, laying on what seemed to be a mountain of filth, bleeding with wounds so serious, a child who seemed not older than 12, was laying there resembling a corpse, but no, he was breathing, exposed to the endless rain, his blood being washed, his white hair as wet as a rug, and his clothes tattered, dirty, and torn. If someone were to see him, they might say he resembled the spitting image of an angel, but those dark red, wide-opened eyes spoke words of difference, laying there facing the crying sky, yet he didn't blink, nor did he move, nor slumber, he was just.
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My name is Ken Kaneki, or I think that's what it used to be. Thirty minutes ago, I was killed, or rather eaten. Never would I have thought falling in love would grant me death, and now here I am, transmigrated, a phenomenon I had always wished for during my days as an occasional otaku. This body, it's not mine; it seems that I have been transmigrated into the body of a 10-year-old kid who, for some reason, doesn't have an identity. Well, for some reason, this body seems to have affected me—my mood, my feelings, my personality—it feels as if I am a different person. I am in the body of a street kid, abandoned by his teen parents when he was born, given to homeless people as if clothes of old. I grew up in the slums my whole life. Two hours ago, I stole some money from a drug dealer who later on beat me up to death. In the normal world, this would be seen as cruel and unfair, but this, this is not my world; this is the world of "My Hero Academia", one of the most dangerous anime worlds out there, but this place, it's more brutal than what they show; it feels real.
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Standing up, Ken felt his whole body go numb, the blood from his wounds still pouring. Standing up, all he saw were dirty roads and the smell of rot. Walking, he remembered that a couple of blocks away, there was a closed-down animal pharmacy. Although Ken was bleeding, for some strange reason, he was extremely calm; it seemed as if his new body really did change his personality. The people around him didn't bother to even spare a glance, which was expected, for this part of society was the one the government didn't pay much attention to, a place filled with demi-humans, heteromorphs, and rejects of society, filled with drugs and prostitutes; this was the real world. Three minutes later, Ken found himself on the outskirts of a pharmacy, and as he expected, it was open; windows broken, gates fallen, it was a complete drug town, syringes everywhere, dark and dirty. "I hope there is still plenty left," he said with a calm face. Walking in, his red eyes released a faint red glow; the floor of the pharmacy was filled with bloodied tissues and syringes. Ignoring everything, Ken rushed with small movements until he was met with a door he suspected had medicine. Holding the handle, trying to open it, he realized it was locked. Ken, seeing this, showed a sense of frustration; although he was calm, he could feel his body growing weaker as time went on. Grabbing the handle tightly, he started banging on the door, pushing it harder and harder, his patience running thin, and his eyes glowing red as time passed, the pupils became so red it seemed as if they were releasing light. Then from his hand, a red stream of aura took form, shifting and moving as if it was water, building up bit by bit until it became visible, but by now, Ken was already too angry. "BOOM!" The door forced open as if pushed by a strong force, but Ken was already too rushed to notice; he could feel his life fading, and for the first time since coming to this new world, an expression of fear was evident on his face. Looking over the visible drugs, luckily, the local junkies couldn't get into the door because it was locked; if they did, Ken would've been dead. Taking what seemed to be [sterile saline solution] and pouring it over his wound, the pain was immense, so painful to the point that Ken cried in pain. Then he found what seemed to be [Gauze pads], using them to cover all his deep wounds, and then using [liquid bandages] over the smaller ones. On the left side of the counter, what seemed to be [ethyl alcohol] was there; taking it and drinking to numb his pain that came with the procedure, finally falling to the ground and sitting on the cold tile floor, closing his eyes as he smiled as if satisfied, "Thank God I studied medicine," he said as he cackled a little, laughing at his luck, then suddenly,
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A sound was heard in his head; opening his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was looking at:
[Template: Mei Mei] {1 : 100}]
[Curse Energy Manipulation {lvl 1}]
[Black Bird Manipulation {lvl 1}]
"Fuck!" That was the only word that came to Ken's mind.
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I just want to say that the character does look like Ken kaneki ,but more good looking lol 😂 his not ugly, I never make ugly characters, yea I hope u enjoyed it and tnx for reading
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