𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝟨 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃

Chapter 2. Why? Will and always will be a stupid question.

Name: Shoichi Yamamoto
Age: 5-6
Species: Human? Puppet
Status: ALIVE
I was born on September, 3rd. I was born 1 week too early, causing complications with my mothers health. I was unhealthy since the moment I was born. Even my parents couldn't disagree that I was a bad omen. Fact is that I have always had health complications, I can barely stand as it is. I think one of the first times I had a miracle happen was when I was sick with the flu and kept getting worse, yet I miraculously recovered. I have never quite understood how these type of miracles keep happening to me, but one thing is for sure. I'm in my society's eyes, blessed by the Gods. In my opinion its more of a dreadful curse.

"Hey, Shoichi! Can you pass me the ball?!" Screamed a young boy around my age.
"Oh, please he's probably too weak to even pick it up let alone throw it!" Another boy called out. Then came laughter, more and more laughter.
"I am perfectly capable of picking up a ball thank you!" I said in an attempt to defend myself though proved useless.
I finally walked away after giving back Ren's ball. Although he could be annoying I had to deal with it, I mean what could I do? I opened my house's door after arriving.
"Shoichi, you're back! Just in time for dinner as well!" My mom spoke with a slight smile. She saw. She saw what the boys did, I guess this was a pitiful attempt at cheering me up.
"Shoichi, there you are! I've been looking for you! Apparently some of the neighborhood boys want to play with you isn't that great?" My father spoke up after entering the room and seeing me.
"Yeah... I guess it is." I mumbled.

Though I was reluctant, thinking it was a joke I went to make friends with the boys. They were surprisingly nice. I guess some people can be nice, huh?
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Name: Shoichi Yamamoto
Age: 7
Species: Human? Puppet
Status: ALIVE?
DAY: December, 31st
It was winter and I was sure I wouldn't be able to go out like every other winter. I'm simply to weak to go outside in the cold. Yet that day my father, he said something that changed everything.
"Hey kid, I was thinking you might be able to go out, you know since you always seem to have luck on your side!" My father said. He had just gotten home from work.
"Wouldn't it be dangerous? I may be lucky but we still don't know the extant of it!" I said, now confused.
"Well yeah but sometimes you gotta live on the edge, plus you've been cooped up here all your life, you deserve to live a little!" My dad know sounding excited, It would be the first time I left during a cold season.
"I guess I'll give it a try, but can I be accompanied by my friends?" I said, this time instead of a smile, my dad gave me glare and then said sure.
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It was the next day and I was leaving with my friends to the mountains. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I mean I had my friends with me. Nothing could possibly go wrong. I was walking up the mountain with my friends, eventually I started getting tired and asked them if we could slow down, but.... They said no. Eventually they convinced me to keep going even though I was tired and sore. We eventually we're
Half way up the mountain. I told them to slow down but.. They persisted. However I trust them. They're my friends after all.

We got to the top of the mountain, it was beautiful. However I was still sore and tired.
I was going to tell them that we needed to rest, but then before I could turn around. A kid shouted.
"Who ever is the last one down the mountain has to do all of the others chores!". The kid shouted and soon enough everyone was running down the mountain.
I tried to catch up. I tried to scream and tell them I couldn't do it. I tried so hard but.. I tripped and fell. I couldn't catch up. Everyone was already too far away to hear me. I think that was the first time I said that dumb, idiotic, question.
"Why?" My voice sounded so loud compared to the far away laughter of my 'friends'.I guess this was it, I was going to die like this. What a stupid way to die. I slowly made my way over to a rock and propped myself beside it. Hugging my knees and I began to cry. But slowly but surely I began to drift to sleep. Finally, everything went black.
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Name: Shoichi Yamamoto
Age: 7
Species: Human? Puppet
Status: DEAD
DAY: January, 1st
I woke up. It wasn't snowy though, neither was it sunny. Instead I saw clouds in front of me. I slowly got up and looked around. Then I heard a voice call out, It wasn't strong, in fact it was calm and peaceful.
"I see you have passed. You're so young, yet you're dead because of a stupid plan they made. Well I guess this was my mistake apologies for the inconvenience. I am the Superior God of Resurrection. I have pity on you so I'll give you two choices.
First, choice-"
"Wait! What do you mean I passed and where am I?!" I said.
"Right you don't know, you passed away yesterday. I'm giving you two choices which you can choose. These are your two choices,
1. You can get a task from me to complete that will last for the rest of your years, but you will no longer have a conscience. Meaning you will no longer understand emotion, however if you level up enough you get it back.
2. You can get reincarnated and lose all your memories but you wont live much farther than the age of 10."
This was seriously happening. I was dead and I was literally being asked by a Superior God what I wanted to do. After a while I told him my answer.
" I want to do the 1st request."
"Good choice, now what type of ghost would you like to be?"
" I would like to be a wanderer ghost"
" Alright, now your task is to eliminate all troublesome apparitions."
And just like that I became a wanderer apparition that's task was to kill other apparitions, not only that but I was also given a new name. It was Yukio. Now I'm a new being with a new name. Not only that but now I have more energy, I'm no longer sick and I can no longer feel empathy or any emotion apart from adrenaline and joy.

I guess that's how it all started I never wanted to cause harm yet now it was my job and now I need to do it for the rest of my undead life.

I guess that's also how I ended up at a god meeting. The Goddess of anger seemed particularly upset at my arrival but I'm gonna brush it off for now. I'm gonna go for my first assassination mission tomorrow to clear out a mountain. I wonder if it will be difficult.