𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍│[M!Reader x Highschool DxD - Jeanne D'arc/ Jalter]

-[S.1]-[C.6]-> [Count the Scars, Count Monte Cristo]

 [Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

IT'S THAT MONTH AGAIN, FELLAS!

I can't confirm nor deny that there will be some sort of special. Either an entire Christmas-based chapter or just an entire chapter where the only thing in it is a Nero Padoru, or even two chapters one after the other, but we'll have to see. If I do end up doing any sort of special, it'll most likely be the last one. That is, two chapters one right after the other. Considering that my schedule is free. It shouldn't be a problem.

Writing is, although frustrating and oftentimes quite annoying that I see so many shitty fanfics always on top, fun and quite rewarding. Seriously, reading you guys comments just really brings me some great comfort knowing that y'all can enjoy the shit I do. So, even if it takes a while I'll, once again, post two chapters one right after the other. Even if I have to spend two entire days writing nonstop. Should be easy.

Well, it kinda is my fault that I always insist on these chapters having AT LEAST 9K words, so... Yeah, that's quite a problem too, huh? But oh well, I'll probably quit the site before I decide to lower my standards for how these chapters come out. Like it or not, the amount of detail I have is something to consider, so... Yeah! Not to mention just literally everything cause, honestly? I'm planning this fic as I go lol.

In any case, let's roll!

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

And once more, the day had blessed Kuoh.

As always, people went back and forth. Much like they did everyday, they would follow with their routine and their work or hobbies. Be the ever-hurrying adults who had their hands glued to their briefcases or the young teens at the skatepark, everyone seemed to be busy with something. Be it some sort of sport, or just lazily browsing throughout the internet while beneath the covers, they all did something.

But none of them came close to a certain individual in the city when it came down to productivity. Perhaps if you were to combine the entire country, you wouldn't get close to the person in question. In fact, dare I say that most of the world, half of the entire country wouldn't get close to what he is doing. Perhaps very few people, none of them who are normal humans, could even survive two days of this daily routine.

That has been going on for about two weeks now.

If that alone would kill most people, imagine what he had done in the past. Perhaps a hero that most people wouldn't know, but it didn't matter. Afterall, very little things or people mattered for him. Even now, holding himself upside-down with a single fist against the dirt for what he counted to be a total of 30 Minutes, he could care less. Even if sweat ran down his body, hair, or face, he continued in there with no issues.