Devil's Luck

Chapter 1: Feeling Different

You ever got the feeling, that something doesn't feel right? Some people would say that they would wake up feeling like something was different but they couldn't tell what.

Well, that was what Zenkichi Hitoyoshi was in, as he stared at his reflection with a blank expression. But he knew why he was feeling different.

Why? Well...

"Yup. I fucking transmigrated into another world and into a different body... or is this reincarnation?" Zenkichi muttered with a deadpanned voice as he stared at his reflection on his bathroom mirror. His face set on a blank one but he was barely keeping himself from freaking out right now because he didn't want to spook the only other person in the house besides him. "I didn't have blond hair or this stupid looking face before after all. Much less feeling like I could easily punch through a concrete pillar with a single bare fist."

He gripped the sides of the basin, his grip strength caused it to cracked, he stopped and let out a big sigh. His hair bangs covered his eyes. He looked down and stared absentmindedly at the running water coming out of the faucet and into the sink.

"What the fuck happened anyway?"

From what he could remember before being transmigrated, he remembered a white van zooming into his vision when he was just standing by the road side of a street light, intending to walk across the other side of the road, and then he saw darkness.

"Don't tell me I actually died by a cliché isekai roadkill, though it was a van that killed me than a truck. That normally what happens..." Zenkichi frowned and shook his head. The process of his reincarnation or transmigration? Wasn't important right now. What is, is what's going to happen from now on.

Especially since he couldn't remember "who" he really was in his previous life. Sure, he remembered some stuff and he knew what his personalities and preferences are, but his name and family? Nothing. All he could recall of what his name and who his family, are Hitoyoshi Zenkichi and Hitoyoshi Hitomi respectively.

Hitoyoshi Zenkichi was your average, but slightly protagonist material, guy who's currently sixteen years old and was in his first year of highschool just a couple of months in. The guy has some dark history of being an edgy teen back in middle school, who started a gang because he wanted some attention, has a very athletic body, has some proficiency about a french martial art called Savate, was raised by a single and strange parent, and his looks was at least handsome.

He was definitely a protagonist material, heck he could even be the main protagonist, sadly however that title goes to the most noticeable thing about Hitoyoshi Zenkichi-his hot as hell childhood friend, Kurokami Medaka. A girl that could do anything, and was basically perfect. Ahem, Kim Possible, ahem.

But that was a can of worms he didn't want to talk about right now.

Instead, he was more concerned about his identity and his goals. He didn't remember his name, nor any of his relationship connections, in his previous life so he would just accept being Hitoyoshi Zenkichi for the time being. So the main problem he was facing, was his future.

"I... I shouldn't really be thinking about this right now actually. I'm young. I have a lot of time to think about my path in life and..." Zenkichi's face scrunched up, he gritted his teeth. "No. Even with my head being jumbled up from having two memories mixed together, my goal, my ambition, is clear. But I refuse to accept it. My goal in life, my dream-"

Both his hands clenched, and all of a sudden, he cocked his left arm back and was about to throw a punch at the mirror but Zenkichi snapped out of his mind and stopped himself, though with a great amount of self control. He was oh so tempted to just vent here and there, smashing everything, but he still shouldn't alert the other person in the house.