Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Compendium

The Inciting Incident!/Ichigo, Master of Darkness?

Balmung, was one of the most powerful dragons to exist, killing off most of the population using a magic to incite the worst disaster of mankind; The Black Death. With this, a few surviving mages, battled him. It took three days of combat, and lost lives before they finally killed him...

Balmung, attempting to return again, tried to save his soul...but, recognizing this, they fractured it, soon the soul never fully formed; he truly was gone.

However the remainder of the journey showed them that this piece, emitting Great Power, would be sought out by other dragons. The mages decided to seal this shard in a simple children's book, never to be opened for ANY reason...

Well, heh, this is where our story begins...and an unlucky guy would have to deal with the rest...

***

"Alright, I said sorry already!" I told the store owner. Apparently, knocking over his candy machine and breaking it while I was using a bike to do my job...was enough to do bad things for me.

"Not good enough...you...are going to wash the windows, after you pay back the ruined inventory," Oh...that'd cost me. I have a job...not a good one though.

"Well...how about you have a friend pay for that; put the tab for 'Miss Kobayashi', okay?" I winked. Wow. Never used her name before, but I bet she'd be fine; I never really stayed close considering she is in a different city.

"Hmph...get to it then. And god's sake, bleached hair? Your lucky that I don't call the authorities, delinquent!" He told me off as I brushed the glass and remaining gum-balls.

Why such hate for fake blondes? That is so 80s. A lot has changed; we have social media now, and Americans are always faking the colors of the rainbow.

It had been about an hour, and my phone was on blast, mostly from my tutor/guardian. My parents could afford that, mostly out of necessity.

Soon, after wiping the windows, I just sat down and looked at my texts. Some guy, Fafnir I guess, considering his bland speech in text. See, in my spare time, I draw Manga. And this guy happened to be extremely involved with the Otaku scene, and attempted his own. But...the drawings were shit.

Like an erratic kindergartener told to make a Mona Lisa. So he hired me. Geez, he had the serious ice cold vibe when we met in person. Seriously, dial it down.

"Oh...god, does he not take a hint...I don't draw graphic dismemberment...not after watching Berserk," I shivered at the repressed memories; that kind of show belonged to only the bravest people on Earth. "Hm? 'I'll have the drawings in person...'. Good. At least he is reasonable for that...adopting such a depressing storyline ain't easy,"

After a few more back and forth, I decided to head home, like always.

***

Meanwhile...

"Hehehe!!" A shadowy creature came into view of an older bearded man.

The man was a young adult mage, name currently withheld for security purposes. He was carrying something in brown paper wrapping, and behind him...a small little girl...but, clearly not human in the slightest.

"Give it up, mortal! That thing belongs to the Chaos Faction!" She snickered, her eyes drawing forth a psychotic presence.

"This THING, is worse than any dragon out there...and weren't you kicked out, Iruru?"

"Shut It! I am saying this once...give that to ME!" Iruru shouted, her body forming into a serpent like dragon.

"...And I am saying...Nahl Fo Sa!!!" Speaking the spell, he blinded the dragon Iruru for a moment, who was already cursing up a storm.