𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

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Although I am quite used to talking to other students, I will have to admit that I am what you would call as socially awkward. When it came to professional matters, I am fine with talking or starting a conversation. When it came to making friends though, my skills in that subject is equivalent to a rock.

-an excerpt from Lock Luck, Chapter Title: catastrophic (third chapter); paragraph one.

And those are 69 effortless words for an introductory of a chapter. As much as a dick move it was to copy and paste a paragraph from one of my previously written chapters, according to my well-planned schedule, I lack the time to brainstorm for a well-thought out introduction. I can even proudly present my well-organized planner, however, that I even don't have the time – a shame. To cut it short though, it consists mainly of sleeping, eating, youtube, and procrastination with a drop of hell.

And, yes. With my great productiveness, I will be the one who would be able to bring world peace.

Before we can further bring you children much more confusion, it is your author who is currently narrating this story. And with that out of the way, let us go back to finding a way to send you back home to where you belong, to harsh reality.

Yours truly have written our main female protagonist of this fanfic quite similar in some aspect as she was in actuality. As a small piece of advice to those who would like to start their own story or is a beginner at writing, this could be a great practice especially when it comes to inspiration. And what is a writer's advice doing here anyways, instead of continuing to where we left off like your narrator here had mentioned, as what you may ask. Well, this is my story so I do what I want so fu–

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Before anyone goes violent, let us switch back to a first person point of view since, clearly, our narrator is abusing her power over this little story.

Being socially awkward has not given too many benefits. What pros does it have? I don't even have a single clue. Yours truly could Google it for you, but that doesn't exist in this era now, does it. If it does, I could have already searched 'how to get out of an effing anime after pooping in the bathroom' and Google might have already advised me to jump off a nearby cliff.

In my current dilemma, I certainly need a bit of communication skills. After all, there is an eighty to ninety percent chance that talking to the old priest could help me find a way to go back to my normal life, where I couldn't die out of bloodshed and demons.

It would have been a different matter if the priest were the one to approach me first, since I knew that I could somehow pull off bringing up the topic of my great need. I was honestly expecting the blind priest to approach me first; after all, Hyakkimaru had already taken the leverage to hand him the message in the bottle. I should have known to never assume things to go my way – anybody or anything would already be frightened of the sight of my face to actually go my way.

I have repeatedly given myself a mental pep talk as many times as the number of grains of rice you Asians had for lunch. In other words – I'm too lazy to count it. Crouched down under the shade of a rundown shed, I had once again chanted the words in my head.

Alright, first walk up to the old dude and tell him what's up. Before he could say the sky, just say 'Hey. I'm actually from in another world and I have to say, just how do you people survive this kind of living! And so, I'm actually too young to die and I want to back to my own world. However, I have not the slightest clue what that sheet inside that glass bottle means. But, you seem smart and wise, so I thought you could help me go back to the real world.'