Luggage hefted up a meager three steps was an easy feat that only put a slight strain on my muscles I have accumulated over the years in this world. A good inch of added thickness was acquired, a drastic change from the skinny ass muscles from before.
Though, this change was barely surprising if you had death waiting across every corner. You'd be thoroughly motivated to actually get some exercise done.
It's been like that for the three years I've been in this body of mine. Typical trope of dying and then being reincarnated into an anime world, the regular stuff.
I don't remember how I died, but I do know that I did. Perhaps it's because of my brain blocking out the trauma that came with it. Perchance.
First year spent in this universe was filled with the five stages of grief—frequently reverting back to earlier stages—then I was all good!
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The first year was rather well-spent. Surprisingly productive of me with all of the activities I did, or perhaps it was the hormones of a teenager that rushed me through... Actually, thinking back on it now, it was probably because I needed to do something to distract myself from my grief of dying and reincarnating. Oof, a bit too heavy for my liking to talk about, but it was what happened, no matter how much I like to be lighthearted.
Also, the fact that I was born into a criminal family weighed down on me too. Not some shit like petty crime, but actual organized crime that had my universe-given dick quivering in fear of. (The fact that I had a biologically male body was a small mercy the universe bestowed upon me, a small apology for the fuckery I was about to go through in the future. I'm not complaining though, I'm glad that I have a dick now).
Considering the fact that this universe was a part of the Katekyo Hitman Reborn verse, I should not have been surprised.
But still, I expected to still be in a civilian family because of my average background in my previous life. Except when I heard my mom talking on the phone about weapon shipments or stuff about assigning a hit on someone, I had some... suspicions. However, I just ignored it in favor of focusing on my current life.
I originally thought that I had simply traveled back in time to when I was about to graduate middle school, maybe as a little gift for my death to redo my embarrassing high school days.
Furthermore, everything was the same as before. My family was the same, the year was the same, even the loud car engineer neighbors were the same. However, what took me onto the road of enlightenment were the ominous calls my mother had.
What gave me the second major clue was when I was nearly kidnapped.
...
The kidnapping happened in broad daylight. I was walking home from school because my mother somehow forgot to pick me up so I was left with walking through an unfamiliar neighborhood. In my previous universe this never happened before, but it did here.
Then, in broad daylight, I was violently snatched from the sidewalk with the cliche chloroform and all.
Then, I learned about the existence of Flames.
Then, I learned that I could be pretty nasty with my nails.
Then, I learned that I accidentally gave a man brain death through propagated Mist Flames in self-defense.
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Of course I got traumatized from all of this information overload and the fact I took a man's life, so I ran home after managing to note down the location where I had killed the man. Thank you, small rational part of my brain for managing to do such a thing while panicking.
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