Knowing the dangers of the future, even if she has no obligations to prevent it, will she?
Will she save everyone? or simply turn a blind eye towards the recurring disasters of the future.
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The young Akabane had made a quick recovery and a month later, she was able to walk just fine. Though, the doctor had advised not to put any strain on her leg for another few weeks or so.
Fortunately, after the meet up with Sakurako; Mikey didn't approach her again. Honestly, she thought he would've been more annoying and stuck to her like glue the moment he had the suspicion that she was someone strong.
He liked to surround himself with strong people, the only exception being Takemichi.
Karma wonders why he didn't bother her. I seemed out of character for him- unless…
‘He was not the nine years old and rather was his eighteen years old dark and depressed counterpart’ Karma concluded.
This realization had given her much more of a reason not to come into contact with the blonde Sano ever again. But she knew it wasn't possible, she might have an encounter with him one or another.
They lived in the same city, she can't really hide from him. And she wasn't one to cower in fear. Was she? She couldn't remember.
Her mind drifted in thoughts of the past. What kind of person was she again? Was she always this bold and violent? Did she have a loving family? Did she have friends?
Why can't she remember?
She knew for a fact that when she first woke up as the female version of the beloved red head from Assassination Classroom, she had remembered who she was.
Yet, as the years were passing her past life was getting blurrier.
‘I'm too young to be having an existential crisis’ she sighed.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this would happen. First it was her body then it was her personality and now her memories.
Despite her past identity slipping from her fingers, she somehow remembered the plot of both the stories she was now part of. What kind of joke was the universe playing on her?
