Swept Away

Tsunami Night. (1)

So.

This could be considered a resurrection story.

Even though the actual « ressurection » part is coming like half-way into this story.

Honestly, it's such a mess, I don't really think it's quite right to say it's a « resurrection ». I don't even switch world, get overpowered, or destroy evil dragons (yet).

But let's cut the intro short, it's gonna get complicated quite quickly so hold on, and let's begin.

These kind of stories usually begin with an explanation of who I was, what I was doing with my supposedly shitty life, and finally a heroic rescue of a kid before getting run over by the most deadly magic truck in existence.

But this isn't going to be like that.

You see there are multiple aspects of reality preventing these classic occurences of storytelling from happening.

First of all I'm not really unhappy with my current life, so damn, can't not feel bad about dying. Second of all, magic trucks don't exist, and normal ones are actually pretty easy to dodge as long as you're not on a highway, or related to a deer. Even when tackling someone who can't distinguish his left from right it's fine. Also most kids don't cross streets like dumbasses in the middle of the night, and even if they did, honestly, who am I to go against Darwin?

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...I'm kidding don't worry, and sorry in advance, my humor is pretty dark.

Oops, gonna have to keep my rambling in check, let's get to the point.

Basically, Truck-kun couldn't kill me, and saving an ungrateful drunk businessmen doesn't feel nearly as good as saving a poor kid.

Still. Nothing is preventing me from telling you who I am. So I'm gonna begin with that, I can't destroy all the cliches after all, that would be terribly rude. Can't have that in Japan.

So yes this story happens in Japan, but I'm actually not Japanese. I'm an overseas student, I went here to learn the language, basically from scratch, having watched my fair share of anime, but not knowing anything about how they actually speak it in the country. To be honest I also went there so I could use my deep blue eyes to their full potential. Girls love them. But asian girls really love them. Unfortunately for me, I understood on that particular bar trip I went on that night, that asian boys also really love them. My effeminate nature and let's say particular taste about clothing (I like classy hats and old-timey costumes) apparently sent wrong messages to some very enthousiastic young men.

I have no problem with homosexuality in general, but the pill in my drink was seriously not welcome. I thought I understood how women felt, having studied sociology and psychology, where I was like, one of the four male in most of my classes for five years, but it feels really different when someone tries to abuse you and not a friend of yours. My guard was completely down. I had never heard of such things happening to a man, especially in such a prude country as Japan.

Yeah laugh all you want, but the tentacle rape loli birthing Japan, is actually terribly prude.

So how did I escape the unfortunate fate of being dosed ? Well they were pretty obvious about it and I got a tad bit lucky too.

So let's side-track back to the beginning of the fateful day. I finished my courses at the international school, studied a bit about sealife vocabulary, went and bought a light novel at a bookstore nearby before finally deciding to explore the nightlife. Usually it's only bars and izakayas but this time I found something new.