One Above All

Chapter 19: What a good day to know how to read.

Disclaimer: Just like that tasty Burger I saw a guy eating a few days ago at the mall, Chainsaw Man does not belong to me and is owned by Tatsuki Fujimoto... And the burger was owned by that unknown guy who I envied.

Damn, I'm hungry.

Kiga/Famin is among us.

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The sound of the pencil eraser hitting the notebook constantly with the index finger and the middle finger could barely be heard, if only there was more silence everyone in the room could easily hear it and consider it annoying, Hiro would also think the same but just the same shape continued to punish his notebook. It was like a little addiction when you're bored or trying to focus on something during class, you know it doesn't do anything to help you but you keep doing it anyway... Because deep down it's fun and addictive in an inexplicable way.

Doing this was like an involuntary response that the human body made to keep in constant motion while the mind worked at full speed, either they want to reformulate certain things or because they have so many things on their mind that it is impossible to concentrate on just one.

The second thing applied to Hiro, because today he couldn't concentrate on his own in class when he had a lot of things and ideas going through his head like a movie reel.

First of all, the emotion completely ate him up, Sunday passed quickly with nothing to do, and today was finally Monday, something that for many is a misfortune but for him it was something very exciting. Because today would finally be his first day of training.

He wondered how they would start, one and many thoughts running through his head: Kishibe would teach him how to use a knife? Quanxi he would teach him to fight?

Will they teach him how to shoot? It would be like the second time Hiro would take a weapon into his hands, the first time... It was... Very anticlimactic.

A year ago:

"Done, they're very shiny" Hiro said proudly as he looked at how white and polished the dishes were after washing them.

It was already 9 at night and Kishibe would come at any moment, as it had happened before. Hiro ate dinner without Kishibe whenever the latter came late, but the accumulation of dishes was somewhat alarming considering that only two people live here.

He got off the bench that he was using as a support and just at that moment the door of the apartment opened revealing a very shabby Kishibe with a tired face, with some blood stains on his white shirt and with a stench of alcohol that Hiro resented disliked

When he saw it Hiro frowned feeling annoyed "I already told you not to drink excessively, you make the apartment smell horrible" They had already spent money on flavorings to make the smell of alcohol disappear but Kishibe always came with a new smell.

Kishibe rubbed his hand over his face "Don't be so mean to me, I'm tired and I lost count of how many devils I killed today, and I think Quanxi hit me again although I don't remember, I had a bad time... So if you let me"

Kishibe walked over to the sofa and plopped down gracelessly falling asleep instantly. Hiro walked over to him looking at him with annoyance.

"Hey, hey don't fall asleep here or the sofas will reek of alcohol" he tried to shake him awake or move his body away from there but he wasn't strong enough to move someone like Kishibe.

As he tried to move it there was a small sound of something falling, Hiro looked at the ground and saw with surprise that one of Kishibe's pistols fell from all the movement.