Imagine Creator Nasu

The Tale of The Illusion Creating Boy | The_Imagine_Creator

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The Tale of The Illusion Creating Boy | The_Imagine_Creator
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"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh what the fuck! This is too much bad luck damn it!"

His odd utterances were rather strange to the average person, however Tenma Kamiten showed no obvious signs of halting his swift sprint.

He dashed through alleyways during the day, occasionally glancing over his shoulder.

There were eight of them, and so he was basically fucked.

He had ran all over for almost two kilometres, however there were still eight of them. Of course, Tenma Kamiten could fight against them but that would obviously result in his unanimous defeat as he neither could shoot webs from his wrists nor had an array of super high-tech weapons supplied by an assistant butler. In a fight between a normal civilian and a bunch of roadmen anything beyond three was out of the question. That could be considered pushing his suspension of disbelief before any skill he had was taken into account and considered in the scenario and so he might as well not even bother questioning it.

Tenma kicked over an empty glass bottle left by some random alcoholic and alerted a flock of pigeons as he continued running at a measured pace.

It was December 21st.

The fault lay in that date, or perhaps in his terrible luck. Christmas Holiday was just starting the next day and so he took the liberty to bunk the current day, choosing to visit a library to read some manga online through the computers and then head into a shop for takeaway for a snack before dinner until he happened upon a situation that he decided to poke his nose into since someone needed help.

He hadn't expected for more of them to come swarming out like a hive from the public toilets... that was something you'd expect girls to do.

"I forgot my doner kebab even though I already paid! I'm being chased whilst starving— am I a dine-and-dasher or something!? Fucking luck!"

Despite Oakwreath being decently-sized he could see nothing but couples wherever he looked. That was surely because it was the start of the Christmas holiday and thanks to eastern migrants coming to the city during the aftermath of the Second World War, a large proportion of people within the city was of East-Asian and South-Asian descent and so that also meant that a decent amount of foreign culture also integrated within the city which also included occasional customs that were adopted in their countries which Oakwreath re-adopted. In other words, Christmas now celebrated love and the act of giving instead of just the latter.

In the distance pristine wind turbines rotated incessantly as though the bright sun was out and there were few dreary clouds, the deceptive rays of the sun did not exude even the slightest hint of warmth, and so through the windy streets layered with asphalt tiles, the occasionally fluttering trees which were opposite the maintained shops brought superficial warmth to anyone within the growing crowd.

Tenma avoided the couples as he weaved through them to turn a corner (almost smashing into a conspicuous passer-by).

He couldn't help but glance down towards his right hand. The power that resided within could probably help his situation if he focused intensely, but he had only managed such a level of intensity when someone else's life was on the line and so it was of no help in the current situation. It wouldn't let him defeat any gang members, nor would it make him get high scores in tests or even make him popular.

"...I wanna cry, damn it."

Tenma Kamiten had purposely given them occasional glimpses of his presence and actively dried them of their stamina since they didn't seem like the "thinking types", however if they used any vehicles then it would practically be a game-over for him and so with bait he would instead tire them out and then casually fuck off somewhere safe.