1 1.1- always cunning, never lucky
[welcome, they have always thought that myths are ... fiction ?, they have never thought that things are for something? ... well, let me tell you that myths are true ... I know, they will say this guy he's crazy, but it's true I checked it myself in a somewhat practical way]
...in the morning...
the streets are cold, it's winter, I almost see the snowflakes coming down from the clear blue sky ... it's weird, every time I wake up there's always the same sky with the moon and the sun at both ends of the horizon, it's I'm working and studying hard, but it's a new day that will always end badly ... for me, when my luck will change
eating the essential ... I go to school, it's always the same "strive ..." by my teachers ... "give me the copy" by my classmates ... I'm ready for a new day? ... well I want to believe ...
education is free, only when you finish you will be given a job by the government, it is like a forced job, with little pay, but also insurance that companies already have the excuse of "years of experience" when they are hiring ...
the government put a lot of effort so that everyone has an education, even the sweepers have master, but hey, the building to have classes, if building, has a height of a skyscraper, that is about 100 stories high, and they are 5 degrees those who are going to take classes, the first year every 20 floors changes grade, so until the end, each grade is given 3 years of education each ... I am in 5 and I am 19 years old ... luck, that is that?
at 10 I fractured my arm opening the door of a car ... at 12 I get sick with a disease that is not even from this continent, at 14 my parents died ... at 16 the debts that left my parents left me in the street without a single penny ... when I was 17 they arrested me for looking like a thief and I lost a year for not doing the entrance exam to fifth grade .... at 18, they confused my name with the one of another and I did not receive my diploma, besides re-enrolling in fifth grade ... and here I am
...in the classroom...
teacher: naoru .... NAORU, STOP BEING IN THE CLOUDS ...
Naoru: Yes, I'm sorry Miss June ...
teacher: for the other I will pass you without taking assistance ...
naoru: I'm sorry ...
she is june aria, fifth grade teacher, she is very aggressive when she does not get the performance of a student, but usually she is a very good person ... she is tall almost 170 cm tall, white skin, very soft by the way, nose small but sharp, hair pulled back in a high ponytail ... and her hair is silver, she is not older than about 21 years old, but she was the best in her class, she graduated with honors in pedagogy and this was her first choice in his work after his work in the government ... his chest was not exuberant but he was not small either, that with his way of walking gave an illusion of having very well done those curves but his clothing is better, which always It was either a miniskirt or tight pants, which along with her legs fit very well ... not to say that every man who watched her pass was so dumbfounded that there were accidents, so even married men having to his wife next to them also fall into that illusion n diabolic ... many husbands stayed in the room for her ...
something curious, is that he does not pay attention to anyone ... well, I think it's just my imagination ...
TIN TIN TIN ....
teacher: well that's the last thing for today ... naoru, go to my office so we can talk ...
naoru: yes ...
after the teacher left ... the group that is always fucking ... approached me. They are 5 the first is the son the mayor, his name is Julian, I do not know why but he studies here and he hates me, his father owns many places in the city besides having several million in the bank ... and the others their lackeys are alone ...
julian: what did I say to see you with the teacher alone?
naoru: the truth that you care ...
footman 1: they asked you a question ... (crunching his knuckles)
naoru: and I said that it matters ...
julian: leave it ... you know who my father is right? ...
naoru: clear, maintained ...
Julian: Well, let me tell you that you own where you work now, so do not show up ...
naoru: someday, julian someday
julián: Of course, when the pigs fly you can do something ... let's go
it's clearly unbearable, you only believe it because you have a lot of money ... better I'll see what june says ...
* laboratory- somewhere in the city ... *
pa ... pa ... pa ... pa ... pa ... pa ...
shots were heard in the city, a man was running for his life ... this man was old and had a white scientist's robe ... his arm was bandaged from which much blood was coming from this ... in an alley was resting, when he opened a strange black briefcase which looked like it was protecting, it was a kind of computer but of those really old ...
[Welcome: what do you want to do?]
man: locate, someone compatible with the number T-6 ...
[received ... analyzing ...]
pa ... pa ... pa ... pa ... pa ... pa ...
From far away, the shots were heard again and with great agility he closed the briefcase and ran again ...
-I must find it ... if they find it first it's going to be a disaster ...
in the distance as he ran, a man was at the end of the alley, he was wearing a tuxedo of white to the shoes ... while behind him were the thugs who had been chasing him
man: sir please, if you ask him he did not see me ... please ...
the man in white stared at him, until he only raised his arm in a particular direction ... for a moment he did not understand what the white dress meant, but the shots in the distance helped him understand ... Running out in the direction indicated, I turn to look at the mysterious white man, who was not where I had seen him, but he did not give much importance and kept running ...
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