Issei Hyoudou, a "Perfectly Average" student [HIATUS]

Volume 1, Chapter 1 - I got a girlfriend?

[Ddraig talking]

[(Ddraig thinking)]

[[Ddraig talking to Issei telepathically]]

{Albion talking}

{(Albion thinking)}

{{Albion talking to Vali telepathically}}

- Technique being used -

"Talking"

"(Thinking)"

"SHOUTING OR ANGRY"

"Serious"

<Talking through a phone or communication circle>

#Text communication, text message, message app#

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??? POV:

I looked at the ground, at the pool of sanguine fluids slowly surrounding me, pulling me further and further into the darkness. "(Red... the same color as her hair.)" I look at my hand, covered in that same spilled, wasted, truly average sanguine fluid. Was this the end for me, how ironic. But no, just as my eyes were feeling heavy from my injuries and the exhaustion of the fight I had just gone through.

Suddenly in front of me appeared a figure, "(Red... Her hair is even more crimson than strawberry blonde... just like the color currently running down my hand...)" How interesting. I think this might be the first time in a long time that I've seen my own blood spilled out around me. Blood on my hands is something I could care less about, especially if it's someone else's, however... this is truly a first for me. Especially since my time there. Well, would you look at this, I read a study in that place, that said that when people are on the verge of death, not only does time seem to dilate and get longer and longer, but they tend to reminisce about memories passed, I've lived 16 long years, not a long time and I wouldn't call it a good time, but it was time enough for me. At least I'm dying free and outside of that place. I'm certain that, that, is more than many of the others who were once with me, can say.

"(Long, objectively beautiful, crimson hair.... yes... just like her.)" Huh? Who is this her, anyway? I don't have a very clear memory of her and what our time together was like, nor do I truly care. So why? Why at a time when most would likely be thinking about their parents, friends, family, or just their unfulfilled plans for their life, am I thinking about a woman, whom I don't recognize?

??? - "You will live... for my sake." That was what I heard the woman say before everything went black.

Ah... I see. So that's how it is.

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3rd Person POV: