A no-return decision and a mutually beneficial agreement [Part One]

Yo, author here

Sorry for not posting the chapter yesterday, a friend of mine who I haven't seen in months came over to the house and we spent the whole night talking, anyway, that's it

Enjoy reading, rejoice and...

See you all on next time

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[Night, Micael's room, 7:55 p.m.]

[Pov: 3rd Person]

Sitting in his chair, Micael had one hand on his chin in a thoughtful pose.

Rotating his chair randomly and aimlessly from side to side, he had an unfocused look from being lost in his thoughts.

He stayed like that for a few more minutes, after a while he stopped, then he moved the chair closer to the table and picked up a piece of paper that was there.

Looking at the paper with some kind of symbol drawn on it, Micael looked at it absently, his neutral gaze not showing his thoughts.

Then, scratching his chin in a carefree motion, he opened the desk drawer and placed the paper inside.

Putting the paper away, he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head and stretching as he yawned.

"Uaah~"

Lowering his arms and smacking his lips, he adjusted the chair in front of the desk and unlocked the computer screen.

A Word file was open on the screen, with a few words written on it, starting with a title that said:

Manifestation of powers, skills, techniques and attributes of fictional characters.

Or, in short, MPSTAFC.

...However you pronounce that thing.

Anyway, he still intends to think of a better name for his power, maybe something like...fictional vision?

Writer's eyes?

...Authors pov?

In any case, he intends to think of something in the future, but for now he will remain nameless.

And the one under that title had all the powers, skills and techniques he could remember throughout the day.

Which included the powers/abilities he has already used, along with others such as:

Rasengan, Chidori, Getsuga Tensho, Leigan, Zaker, Jan Ken Guu among others.

There were also other techniques like Rokushiki from One Piece, other Naruto Justsu like Replacement Justsu, Body Flicker or Clone or the Eight Gates Technique.

Some Dragon Ball techniques like Pump up or Keioken or the four witches technique, some attacks like Galick Ho or Kikoho among others.

He also has Bleach techniques, such as Shundo and Kidou, although he remembers very little of these spells, specifically the healing one from that guy in the invasion arc, the one that Rukia used, soukatsui and especially Aizen's Hado 90.

Honestly, he is amazed that he managed to remember so many things, ignoring the fifteen years he lived in this world without seeing anything about these specific works, before he even died, he had already finished them a long time ago.

But he knows that the reason for this is that most of these works were part of his childhood, along with the fanfics he read that served to keep his memories worked on.

That's why he could remember these things, but they weren't just animes, but games and comics too.

Like some of Kratos' powers, Skyrim's spells or Mortal Combat's techniques.

'In reality, can I use cj cheat codes as power?'

He questioned himself for a moment.

He imagined himself in the middle of a fight and then said; "Agaragâ bitch!" and then an RPG magically appears in his hand.

Or summoning a jet out of nowhere, or maybe a tank or a jetpack, would be really cool, honestly, but it probably won't be possible.

He will test this later to confirm.

This consists of this list that he was making, ruminating and trying to remember as many powers and abilities as possible and he managed to remember a lot but there were also several others that he didn't remember, his knowledge was extremely fragmented.

Without mentioning the obvious, most of those things he remembers are practically useless to him now, since he was sure that if he tried to do a Kamehameha he would probably blow his eyes out, at least if he didn't reduce the output power.

A perfect example of this was what happened earlier today, when he was training, at the end of training he decided to do a test and copied Captain America's strength.

Despite the pain he felt, he held it just long enough to throw a punch, and that's what he did, but after he slowly moved and adopted a boxing pose, when he threw a punch, something he expected happened.

Basically, the muscles in his shoulder blade and shoulder burst, tearing the ligament and fracturing the bone in his arm, and yes, it hurt like hell, but he didn't say an "AH!", because as he already said, he really conditioned himself to several possible ways. 

Other than clenching his jaw for a moment, he did nothing to show the pain he felt, of course, after that he turned off the power, switching from Captain America's strength to Ripple.

He was more surprised that he managed to do the boxing pose, he imagined that it would have been more normal if he simply threw himself forward the moment he tried to take a step.

Beside that, he was surprised when Ripple alone was able to put the ligament back in place, as he didn't know but was grateful for it, if it hadn't worked he would have used Seimei Kikan.

Then, reviewing the list, he spent a few more minutes trying to remember something else, but no matter how hard he strained his brain, he couldn't remember anything else.

He knew that at that moment forcing himself to remember would be useless, it seemed, he would have to let his brain do this work alone, like those moments when you are doing something and out of nowhere you remember a song or an embarrassing childhood memory.

So, already decided, he activated his power using the Sharingan to remember the list he made with all the powers and abilities and then erased them from the computer.

Placing the headphones on his head, he opened Google and placed it in the YouTube window, he intended to spend the rest of the next hour watching some videos before bed.

Already prepared for what he would do the next day.

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[Saturday, 7pm, Micael's house]

At that moment, inside the room, Micael was preparing to leave the house.

As mentioned before, there was something he intended to do today and that's why he was leaving the house.

Then, finishing getting dressed, he put his cell phone and wallet in the pocket of the black shorts he was wearing. 

After that he took the dark gray hoodie and put it on over the white short-sleeved shirt he was wearing.

Finally, putting on his black running shoes and tying the laces tightly, he went to the computer desk and opened the drawer, taking the paper with the strange symbol and placing it in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

Going to the door and opening it, he left the room towards the stairs and descended with quick steps.

Leaving the stairs and stepping on the floor, he walked towards the door while telling his father and stepmother that he was going to leave.

"I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back at dinner time, bye."

He moved as he said goodbye, reaching the door and touching the handle, but he didn't have time to turn it and open the door as he was interrupted by Myako.

"No no no, where do you think you're going at this time of night, little boy? You didn't ask permission."

Turning calmly, Micael looked at Myako who was walking towards him, still wearing an apron over her long-sleeved brown shirt and long white skirt while holding a wooden spoon.

He looked at her calmly, a solitary thought in his mind.

'Permission?'

Approaching and standing in front of him, Myako crossed her arms as she said.

"So? Where are you going?"

Looking silently at the woman who looked at him with a raised eyebrow, Micael wondered how of all possible times it would be now that she would ask that.

After all, even though he was a homebody, it wasn't the first time he left home out of the blue, he and Saji often went out together at night and walked around without a specific direction, sometimes to eat something or to go to the arcade.

Among all the other times, neither she nor his father questioned what he was going to do, at most asking where he was going or saying goodbye, there was no such thing as permission.

Of course, he understood that she was just joking, the question is...why, of all the times, only now did she do this? Was his luck really that bad?

So, despite being speechless at Myako's perfect timing to question him like that, Micael managed to lie without contracting a facial muscle, speaking calmly.

"I'm going out with Saji."

He said as he pointed to the door with his thumb, giving the standard answer he always gave.

"Hmm...really?"

Squinting her eyes and looking him up and down, she stopped looking at his face as she asked.

"Then why are you dressed up like that?"

"Dressed up?"

Looking at his clothes, Micael didn't feel like there was anything wrong, it was something he would normally wear.

Lifting his head and looking at her, his gaze a silent question, he watched as she lifted her head and sniffed the air.

"Mm? That smell... did you put perfume on too?"

"...I always put on perfume."

He was being honest, he didn't put on perfume because he was going to meet a certain person, he always put on perfume after taking a shower at night, it was a habit

A certain friend of yours from your past life instilled this in him, that if you're not a good-looking guy, at least be a clean-smelling guy, and he took that literally.

But obviously he understood what Myako was trying to say, and indeed, her next words confirmed it.

Looking at her with a calm, almost neutral expression, he listened to the words she spoke.

And she, with a smile of obvious meaning appearing on her face and being covered by her fingers, looked at him with half-closed eyes as she said.

"You~ fufu~...you're going to see a gir-"

"No."

However, she didn't have time to finish her speech before being rudely interrupted by a now completely expressionless Micael.

With her expression contorting as she was abruptly interrupted, Myako was speechless for a moment before speaking.

"My goodness, I can't even play a little because I'm already interrupted." — Shaking her head, she looked at him with a disapproving look as she placed her hands on her hips. — "Besides, what did I tell you about interrupting others when they're speaking, little man? Especially if that person is me." — She continued, this time with her left hand that held the wooden spoon pointed in his direction.

Micael, who was pointing at the spoon, just stared at her in expressionless silence, he knew that any answer he gave would unnecessarily prolong the situation, so he wisely chose to remain silent.

Then, when he was about to turn around and open the door to leave just like that, he ended up being saved by his father

"Myako, what are you doing?"

His father, who was sitting on the sofa when he passed by, at that moment appeared in the corner holding a cup of coffee and asking calmly.

Turning to her husband, Myako spoke in a slightly indignant tone.

"What? I can't make jokes in this house anymore?"

With her brows slightly furrowed, she looked at him as she questioned him.

"...No, that's not it, it's just not like you, did something happen?"

Unaffected by her gaze, he replied calmly.

"What happened what? I'm in a good mood today, why? I can't be in a good mood?"

With her hands on her hips, she asked as she alternately looked between the two of them with a raised eyebrow.

However, knowing that this question was a trap, neither Micael nor his father answered Myako.

And seeing that the father and son duo just looked at her silently with calm faces, she decided to be more dramatic.

"My goodness, what should I do, my husband and my son are no longer by my side, what will become of me?"

Acting dramatically, she placed her hand on her forehead acting like some sort of drama queen.

With her eyes closed, she waited for some response, but all she got was deafening silence.

Opening one of her eyes, she saw how the two remained silent, still looking at her with calm faces.

With silence hanging in the air, the awkwardness of the situation only increased, making Myako herself feel embarrassed.

Lowering her hand and placing it back on her waist, she tried to act natural, suppressing her internal embarrassment as she said in a dry indignant tone.

"Per god, it was a joke, guys, it was meant to be laughed at, understand? You shouldn't have left me with that awkward moment."

She said while looking at the two with a dissatisfied look.

"No, I understand that."

At that moment, Micael spoke to her, making her look at him, and waiting for him to continue.

"I just didn't think it was funny."

Micael responded calmly while one hand rested in his sweatshirt pocket and the other was free.

Upon hearing what her son had said, she realized that he had done it on purpose, not responding in any way to her actions just to make her feel embarrassed about herself.

Looking at the silent boy's face upon realizing this, she saw that although his face was calm, he now had a small, almost insignificant curve to his lips.

Realizing this, that this boy was actually making fun of her, she felt her indignation being replaced by irritation.

Stepping forward, prepared to talk some sense into the boy, she pointed the wooden spoon at him as she said.

"Listen here, you little brat, you-"

"My dear."

However, after taking the first step, a hand touched her shoulder, stopping her, and she heard her husband talking to her.

Turning to him, she saw him looking at her with a calm face and a soft smile.

"How about you go back to the kitchen? I'm sure the food is waiting for you to cook."

He said this with the calm face and the soft smile, patting her gently on the shoulder and looking disarming.

Looking at her husband silently, she said nothing for a moment before shaking her head and exhaling through her mouth in a sigh.

"Haaa, it's okay, it's okay, I can't even have my moment."

Feeling the frustration of not being able to have her moment of fun, she just agreed without arguing.

She watched as her husband just nodded while keeping the same expression on his face as he removed his hand from her shoulder.

Then, turning around, she moved with the intention of heading back to the kitchen.

However, after taking a single step, she stopped next to her husband, looking at him from the corner of her eye, she placed the wooden spoon on his chest as she said.

"Don't think I didn't notice what you just did, my dear Francisco."

Squinting at him, she continued.

"It doesn't end here, know this."

She said as she moved the wooden spoon and patted his chest in warning.

"You understood?"

She said with a warning expression on her face as she looked into his eyes.

And without waiting for a response, she walked past him towards the kitchen.

With both of them looking at her as she walked away, Francisco was about to turn around and talk to Micael when Myako said something.

"This isn't over yet!"

They watched as the woman in question raised an arm and extended a finger to emphasize what she was saying as she walked towards the kitchen with her back to them.

The two remained silent as they watched her walk away, then, turning to his son, Francisco spoke calmly.

"Bye son, be careful out there."

Nodding to his father, Micael replied.

"Bye dad."

Turning around and opening the door to leave.

As he took a step out the door, he heard Myako scream coming from the kitchen.

"This isn't over yet, Micael! Do you hear me!?"

Without stopping his step, Micael walked through the door while answering her.

"Bye to you too Myako."

Speaking in a tone she could hear, he said goodbye calmly as he closed the door.

Continuing his steps, he soon passed through the gate and began walking across the street, towards the location he had in mind.

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