Bonus segment: Author's Musing. Basically, it's the author's (me)... musing lol.
(Chapter edited. There might be some minor mistakes.)
They were following a trail of the road gone astray.
Lost was their destination, lost was their purpose and long they had lost adrift of their journey’s end.
In the abyss of path, lost and awry, they had become wandering travelers.
And soon, they eventually followed into the road of apathy.prologue
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Observer from Farthest Gaze
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Tsuyuri Kanao usual endeavors was observing people. Sitting on the chair tall enough for her to sit made from wooden scraps, she loitered outside analyzing people of their habits and conducts. She lived in a conveniently placed ‘house’ where many people walks, runs, and stumbles to who-knows-where. Being one of the long-time resident in the District, high-ranking people was never a sight for sore eyes for her since they are the faithful visitors in this so-called 14th District of ‘fun’. She always saw them drunk, laughing to themselves, or at times, seemed pretty high on themselves considering from the blushes on their faces.
She can recognize the cause of these phenomenon, she’s not blind and naïve. The District she currently lived in, known as Flower District, has many names attached to it due to how well-known this District to others. Pleasure District and Entertainment District was one of its names. And those names speaks many volume what kind 14th District was in the eyes of others.
Despite living within the Flower District, where you can see the residents living here seemed to constantly wear high quality clothing, she’s just a simple resident wearing a simple pink yukata. Kanao didn’t attempt to join the ‘Entertainment Establishment’ like others to improve their lives and lighten up their quality of life instead of wallowing in their own demise. Compared to them, she was already fine on her own what she subjected into where other people would find ‘boring’.
She can understand why people would find what she was currently doing as ‘boring’. Sitting in front of her ‘home’, her gaze trained from people to people in analyzing their actions, she was already used to this type of thing. Kanao knows people liked bombastic, over-the-top things as long as they gain attentions from others and have their ego increase because they were noticed. People liking those type of things are fine but for her, she had liked silence and solitude detachment from others. She preferred to stay in the shadows because being in the subject of attention, even just from the thought of it, scared her.
But for people who liked doing grandiose and pompous acts, despite what people would say to them, Kanao respected them for their haughty confidence, for their consistency to impress other people and continually receive the attentions that they so-liked the most. She really looked up to them. If she could imitate them and do the same acts, turning heads in her directions…
No. It would better if she doesn’t think about. Doing what she wanted to do and gaining attentions are two different things.
“Hello there!”
She blinked, mildly surprised someone approached her. She looked at the pink-haired girl with dark clothing which she instantly recognized.
Shinigami.
Shinigami are people who regulates souls in Soul Society according to what she heard from others. They are always seen patrolling every district to monitor peace. Kanao stared at the pink-haired girl in front of her. But what is a kid shinigami doing here in 14th District? She thought Shinigami was consist of grown-up trained people who exercise strength and used this strength to protect others…
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FanfictionTsuyuri Kanao is dead. Strangely, what came before this was blank and empty, she had no memories as a living human, not even a single hint how she died. Living in 14th District of Rukongai, many years had passed in a blur with vague memories how she...