Ikari Shinji

His Job is to help the weak is it not?

I had black hair and brown eyes. 

My body was average, without too much fat or muscle, not thin enough that the average wind might send me into the magical land of Oz. I panicked, I have never seen someone look so much like a bitch before. 

I looked like I got bullied for breathing. I didn't look particularly amazing before either, but this was a downgrade... somehow.

I didn't look ugly, but I did look like if I put on a maid dress I'd look like your average "Save Me Please" princess in a videogame... in other words, useless. It bothered me looking like that.

Not to mention I felt oddly short. 

"Ugh, is this the side effect of having so much power?" It was a genuine complaint, I could have looked like Nanami, or like Gojo, or Yuji... but no, I had to look like this guy...

Short hair, blue eyes, bitch-face. There were only a few characters I knew with a description like that... 

I looked like Ikari Shinji.

"Talk about bad luck," I sighed, going back to cleaning my room. I put the nightstand back together, the cut was clean enough so that it wasn't even noticeable if I put the two parts together.

With a different face and a powerful ability, I could only think of one thing.

Cheated Transmigration. 

There was barely anything inside the room, but I looked for anything I could use to check if I maintained my identity or not. I looked inside the nightstand, and there it was. A small wallet and a walkman.

Were we in the 1980s or something?

Opening the wallet, I couldn't help but fall on my ass. I didn't just look like Ikari Shinji... I WAS Ikari Shinji. "Fuck."

On one hand, I could ignore the entirety of the Evangelion Plot.

Pros? I could live life however I felt like it without being strong-armed into getting into a giant death machine to risk my life for people who obviously don't see me as a human being. 

Cons? Everything and everyone in the world -- including me -- turn into tang and die. 

"Well, I'm right fucked aren't I?" 

I was being strong-armed by fate to pilot a damn EVA. Would it even work? The giant robots in question synchronized with the person via their soul and mind. Unit-01, or Shinji's should only pair with him, but I was not Shinji. I was someone who took over his body. 

The Pros and Cons of piloting the EVA were not numerous. 

Pros? I could pilot a giant mecha and fight Kaiju. 

Cons? I'd be forced to go to school, and fighting Kaiju ""surprisingly"" has a high risk of death involved. I'd be hated by absolutely everyone regardless of what I do. But worse of all, I'd have to meet and live with Asuka.

Cleaning up after myself was easy since I had essentially nothing inside this room. I found a cello, and very few clothes, some of which I had to throw out because they were obviously from the women's section of the store. 

In the door letter flap, there was a postcard. I grabbed it and saw a woman posing, she leaned forward and gave a peace hand sign. There was an arrow pointing to her cleavage. The postcard itself made me uncomfortable -- horny -- but mostly uncomfortable. There were directions and a date on the postcard. 

"I can read this... even though I've never learned Japanese" That was the first thing I noticed. The power of transmigration was truly something that should not be underestimated. It seemed like the knowledge Ikari Shinji had and the Knowledge I had were merged. 

"Katsuragi Misato... the hell are you sending to a 14-year-old?" I pocketed the postcard, since it had directions, and then checked what day it was.

The Cons were extensive for the Piloting the EVA, but at the same time, I'd rather not turn into orange Tang either. If Transmigration or reincarnation happens after death, then I'd rather die normally, rather than have my soul be merged with the character I despised the most. 

That is right.

My motive for risking my life, was to prevent myself from soul-merging with Asuka. 

I would rather die than merge with Asuka.

I would rather be Griffith'ed than to share a consciousness with Asuka.

Then again my hate boner for the characters in the series was a reason to pilot the Eva in itself. I looked at the calendar, and according to it, I had a full week before I had to go to Tokyo 3.

"That's a week to learn how to use Ratio Technique, and a week to mentally prepare myself for having my arm broken and my skull pierced." The fight with the angel would not go well. I knew that much. "Great..."

No, that was inaccurate. I already knew how to use the Ratio Technique, it was called an innate technique for a reason. That meant that there was only one thing I really had to worry about.

I sighed and opened the door. The uncomfortable heat poured in. I left with the keys to the place and then walked downstairs. The first issue at hand was combat. I was proud of never getting into a single conflict in my life, in other words, I had 0 fighting experience. 

For someone who was going to be forced to fight giant monsters using a mentally synchronized Mecha, I needed some form of martial art so I could raise my survival. I looked around for a gym.

After pestering people living around, I found one pretty quickly. I opened my wallet and hummed, I had some cash on me, but it was nothing too much. "How did Shinji even get this money?" I whispered to myself while going inside the gym. 

It was empty.

"You're the first person to come here," A voice from behind me made me jump. I turned my head and looked at who was talking. He was at least 183 cm (6') and wore a hoodie, "So, what can I do for you?"