BAM!
Wide-eyed, the secretary behind the counter can only stutter in amazement at the head on the counter.
"P-pardon? Could you repeat that?"
The bloodied child, sighing in exasperation, talks again with a hand on her forehead.
"I completed the goblin camp quest. Lady, I fear that for an elf, your alzheimers is a thousand years too early"
"Aren't you F-rank though?" Looking at the smiling man behind the kid, Ambrosia feels her ears twitching in confusion.
"That's right" Nodding, Najimi looks at the blonde elf with amusing eyes.
One must know that a goblin camp needs at least a party of 5 C-rankers. A C-rank adventurer in the middle of the pack in the ranks can take 10 goblins at once all alone. And if they wanted to eliminate the goblin king they would need perfect coordination with each other.
So for Ambrossia, it was quite a shock to see a small kid not even in puberty drop the head of the goblin king in front of her as if it were another Tuesday.
'Well, I would be shocked too. Cheer up!'
"well- we'll upgrade your rank to C since even if you did it alone you had an S-rank with you so we can't confirm it–" Shivering in fear at the gaze of the smiling man behind the girl, Ambrossia gives the wooden card to the staff behind her to upgrade the rank on it.
5 minutes later, two smiling people walk out of a building.
"Hey, teacher. Let's eat something to celebrate"
"No"
"..." Squinting her eyes, the smile on Najimi's face goes stiff.
"Alright, if you don't want to it's not my problem" Waving dismissively at Phompher, Najimi sighs sadly before walking off.
Walking past a food stand, she quickly grabs an apple and gives a few bronze coins to the man behind it.
After giving him her thanks, Najimi starts walking again and takes a bite out of the apple.
'it tastes… like blood'
Feeling a frown make its way to her face Najimi takes another bite and sighs.
"Hey Najimi, what's got you so down?"
Looking to her right, she locks eyes with a smiling young man waving at her with a hand in his pockets.
Turning her right arm to wave at him, she slows down her step to let him catch up.
"Hello there"
"So, why so down?" Looking straight up into the brown eyes of the man in front of her in amazement Najimi looks down to her bloodied body and looks back up.
Bewilderment still on her face an eyebrow on Najimis head gets raised.
"What?"
"..."
Eyes flickering between her bloodied body and the teenager in front of her, Najimi sighs again and speaks subduedly.
"I forgot your name"
Stopping his steps in astonishment, the man's eyes widen and he but screeches in surprise.
"How can you forget Najimi, aren't we best friends!?"
With a hand on her ear, she tsks and tells him in an ordering manner to lower his volume.
"Hey, lower your volume. Everyone's looking at us"
Looking around, the eyes on the man widen even more as everyone in the street is looking at him in question.
Smiling sleepily, he bows to them before catching up to Najimi and whispering to her silently.
"Are you joking!! We were playing together like a week ago!"
Looking beside her, Najimi hums and slows her steps a bit, looking like she is thinking about something.
"Huh, 's that so"
Feeling something between anger and astonishment the teenager sighs.
Hearing a laugh coming from beside him, he looks up and finds Najimi laughing.
"Of course, I'm joking, we're best friends aren't we?—"
With a sigh of relief leaving his mouth the man holds his heart in relief.
"..."
Looking at the frowning girl, he looks at her in anticipation.
"uhm…"
Avoiding the hopeful eyes of the teenager, Najimi mumbles out a name.
"John Doe?"
Fastening her steps slightly, she takes a bite of the apple while trying to escape the gaping man behind her.
"Hey, you are joking right?" Hearing the steps following the quivering voice behind her, she feels a chill and starts to jog.
"Of course not! How could I forget you–" Tilting her head thirty degrees to the left so she hears her shout, she stops talking for a second before speaking again.
"Joe Richardson!"
Hearing this, the light on the eyes of the teenager lose their light and he takes a deep breath before kneeling on the floor and going into a crouch 4 point start.[A/N: For clarification, I mean the position that runners make before a race? I searched for this on Google and this was the best result I got. if u get it u get it i guess. Also if somebody has the name of the position please do tell so I can delete this embarrassing! author note that completely BUTCHERS the reading experience.]
Taking a quick peek back, Najimi looks at the kneeling teenager and a look of surprise washes over her face.
'The heck?'
Launching the quarter of an apple in her hand, she whistles for a second before jumping and grabbing it.
Hearing the whistle coming from the girl in front of him, 'Joe' releases all the tension gathered on his legs and explodes forward, his eyes locked on the twisting figure in the air.
An old woman with white hair, looking at the scene in front of her sighs contentedly and shakes her head, and while waving the fan in her hand she mumbles happily.
"kids these da–" Feeling something hitting her head, the old woman falls behind her reclining chair and hits the floor with a thud.
Widening her eyes, Najimi looks at the apple beside the fallen grandma and quickly shouts while keeping her legs on the move.
"Sorry, Aunty! I hope your grandkids enjoy your inheritance happily!" Not giving enough time to the kid that opened the door beside her she quickly slides between his legs and keeps running into the house.
"Najimi~! You can't escape!"
Quickly looking behind her, she finds that the man who opened the door is bleeding and a smiling bloodied teenager is holding onto his neck.
And just as she was going to crash into the window, she mutters in realization.
"Huh, you're right"
Crash!
Coughing, she faces behind her and takes a seat on the grass, and with a small smile on her face, she quietly mutters under her breath.
[Time Bunny]
— — —
–And then that piece of shit author dares to fucking change the narrator!
What will the audience do without my quippy inner monologue and funny jokes?
And then– to top it all off he can't even finish a chapter in 6 months!
Six Months!
"Can you believe that, John Doe"
"Hey, My name is not John, It's ■■■■■■■■!" Hearing the beep, I can only nod in amazement.
That seems about right.
"I don't think ■■■■■■■■ is a suitable name for you, you know. How about a nickname?" Tilting my head, I look beside me at Tree B waiting for him to respond.
"Oh! I would love that!" Nodding his head in delight, he jumps a few times before speaking again.
"How about–"
"you'll be Johnny from now on"
"Uhm… how about–"
"So, Johnny. How about you let me go to my house to get rid of all the blood on my body?"
"I still think a better nickname would be–"
Oh wow look at that, a portal just opened in front of us.
Ah– hello, reader-kun, I didn't notice you were there. I hope you didn't hear the fit I was throwing about dear author-san, he's such a great guy (NOT).
So While I would love to hear about what happened in the past few 'months' you lived through, I think the me coming out from the portal is a more pressing matter.
"Ajimu!"
"Sup, Me. You look rather cute in that outfit"
Pausing, I watch as Najimi (the other me, not me referring to myself in the third person) blushes and twirls around.
"Well thank you, I actually think the red of the blood brings out the white of my smile well"
"Wh– eh?" Don't worry Johnny, just don't talk and I won't wipe you out of existence.
"While I would love to talk about which color accentuates our smile more I would like to know why you're here, cutie"
Pausing, Ajimi– Woops, I meant Ajimu, points at Johnny beside me and speaks with fright in her voice.
"He's a psychopath, kill him later. Or like right now"
Gasping, I look at Johnny beside me and speak while my voice trembles.
"No! Johnny wouldn't do that, he wouldn't hurt a fly"
Sighing, Ajimu brings her hand to her mouth, stifles a cry, and gulps. Taking a moment to take a breath, she slowly speaks through sobs.
"He– he killed Auntie"
No way…
Looking behind me at the grandma on a recliner waving a fan with a peaceful smile on her face, I feel a small amount of rage start to course through my veins.
You piece of ****! How dare you!
"Hey, hey! Najimi don't look at me like that! I'm innocent!"
Hey Ajimu, can you close the portal behind us? Thank you, girl.
"Yeah, that's what a guilty person would say"
"Huh- uh" Nodding beside me, Ajimu glares at Johnny with small flames circling her eyes.
You go girl.
"I mean, Auntie is still alive! look!"
I already know you idiot.
Wait a minute, you're from the future right Ajimu?
"Yup, im from the future"
Nodding, Ajimu extends her hand forward. Noticing that half of it has vanished I can only shake my head in regret.
"Oh wow, are you doing a back to the future thing right now?"
"I think so"
"Truly, sacrificing yourself for a better future. I'm not able to do that, you should be proud of yourself, me"
Aww, don't frown like that. Sacrificing yourself for the betterment of all 'me's is a commendable thing.
"Hey, stop that"
I'll hold a funeral for you later, I'll make Nick Fury carry your coffin and dance with Black Panther, you would like that.
"I'm right here"
I will live a selfless life in your honor from now on, become part of God with a raised head, soldier.
Instead of you singing praises to God, It will be the other way around. The selflessness that overcame the whole, becoming a legend, a myth. Impossible to believe its true.
"Hey, I'm kind of dying and in pain. Please stop that"
Bringing my hand to my forehead, I face the kneeling me and pay my respects as Ajimu Prime vanishes into nothingness.
o7
"..."
Johnny, unable to comprehend what just happened, can only gape and stare before screaming,
"What was that– What the hell was that? Did– did you just die Najimu?"
"I've gone into heaven, 'I' escaped Buddha's palm, I'm not part of existence anymore"
"That doesn't make any sense at all"
Shaking my head, getting rid of useless thoughts I slowly talked to Johnny about needing some time alone to digest what just happened and after he agreed with a bewildered face, I finally reached my dear home.
Oh mother how I missed you, please give me a hug.
Yes, It's me. Yes, I'm bloody, that's why I'm going to take a bath.
What do you mean I need to bathe before you hug me, you monster.
"By the way, your father is waiting for you at the office, go there after you take a bath"
When did we have an office in this house?
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A/N: Missed me? hope not, otherwise I would feel bad!!!
Dear readers, do not fret, for I, the author, have come with a new chapter!
This new chapter contains 1.9k Words! Rejoice in my glory!
I bet you are wondering why this great one hasn't uploaded in so long! One word!
Procrastination!
Truly, the greatest enemy of mankind.
I am also fighting against another mighty foe... School!
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