From what you knew, you were 13 when you appeared in this world.
You've learned a lot since then thanks to Ruthven, all to your dismay.
It's been 3 years, and your knowledge of French has really expanded since then.
Well, it was outdated French, apparently. You were in the 1800s, as you learned during your first few months living in a foreign body.
In fact, you could go as far as to say you were nearly fluent.
Currently, Ruthven was teaching you about this famous war, or something.
"[Name]. You have to listen to this. It's an important milestone in France's history!" Ruthven scolded you.
"It happened, what, 200 years ago or something? I don't like dwelling on things that happened in the past." You sigh. In truth, you were interested. You just wanted to annoy Ruthven. Let's just say head been a... a handful. Yes, a handful.
"I was there, you know." He says, obviously trying to get you to show more interest. You nearly choked on air.
"What." That was a long time for someone to be alive.
"That's not humanly possible! How the heck are you alive?" Questions spiraled around in your head.
"Well, I'm... not human." He responded.
Well, that was like a double hit.
"You're... not human? Literally? Are you like Chuuya? Or Dazai?" Oh, right. Ruthven didn't know about the events that happen in Japan's future, if they even do happen in this world.
"Who?" He asks, then shakes his head. "Nevermind. Let's just get this over with." He places a fairly thick book in front of you.
"Read. It's important that you know this stuff." He looked stern.
I need you to know this so you can join the Chasseurs.
The what now? Chasseurs? Weren't those a military unit in the French army?
What the heck does that have to do with a war?
You shake your head, and continue to read the textbook in front of you.
You smile with nostalgia as you remember just how much more difficult it was to study alongside Fyodor, of all people.
Speaking of him...
Wasn't he there when you died? It's still all so blurry.
Now that you think of it, you can barely remember anything leading up to your death, besides all that pain.
So much pain.
Not that you were complaining about it, but you wanted to go out on your own terms, y'know?
You can't help but think your death was annoying.
"[Name]!" Ruthven snaps, "No dozing off." His spiral-patterned eyes bore into your [e/c] ones.
You can only grumble some backhanded insult in response and continue to listen to his stupid lecture.
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A/n
GUYS IM ALIVE
Ermm I know this isn't very good so for BUT I SWEAR IM COOKINGGG
This isn't proofread (nothing is) so sorry about any typos :'D
Also, I'm starting to post on Quotev as well! Find me @Squid53906 :)
I'll see you in the next chapter,
Ryoko
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