Group Anime ......... >Tsunade>Rias Gremory>?(No Spoiler)

Mc: am I also an anime character?

Kazuma:Kazuma desu.

Issei:Oppai Oppai ,Bucco Oppai Sugou Dekai.

Rias gremory:issei please be quiet.

Kazuma:Kazuma desu.

Gintoki:Candied sweets

Kazuma:Kazuma desu.

Naruto:I really like ramen.

Kazuma:Kazuma desu

Luffy:Niku niku (meat ,meat)

kazuma:hake hake kazuma iru yo.(Kazuma is here)

Tsunade:Shut up Kazuma.
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Original novel didn't belong to me I'm just writing fan-fiction to improving my writing and gain experience:D. Please comment advice for me

Abraham was reborn in overlord anime series which was his favorite anime of all time, he takes up a different path than what Ainz takes up.
(note:Ainz will also be transferred with the MC)

Japan, the country I have always been wanting to visit. Ever since I was a kid, I fantasised about how beautiful Japan was, and all my interest started from anime. Watching anime gave me happiness, the good looking boys in a certain series made me squeal. This story is about how I, Rosella, met a guy who looks exactly like an anime boy.

"SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!", I yell. Hi! I'm Izumi Natsumura, a regular high school girl who likes anime and manga, anime and manga clubs, anime and manga conventions, anime and manga watch/read parties, and so on and so on, but now I don't have time for this.
"SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
I run as fast as I can: down the stairs, down the hallways, but I end up running over everyone. Why are you all here? The classes are already over! Go home or go to your clubs, but go!
What a nuisance they are.
I arrive to our classroom, 1-1. Sotoka-chan is not here.
I go away as fast as I can.
"Natsumura-san, stop running dow the hallway!" I can barely hear Nagai-san's voice. She's a member of the disciplinary committee, and also a nuisance. "And fix that uniform of yours and comb your hair once in your life, for god's sake!"
I run down the hallways, the locker rooms and I get out of school. Sotoka-chan must be on her way home.
I follow her.
And, by the way, I could love manga and anime with all my heart, and it could be everything in my life and all, but this doesn't mean I'm an otaku.
And it's not like I have something against them; I just say it to avoid misunderstandings.
Anyway, I run past the sidewalks, I cross some streets, turn left in this corner, and there she is!
I hug her by the back, close my eyes and start crying.
"SOTOKA-CHAN..."
Sotoka-chan yells (she always does) and turns back to me.

"Ah, it's you, Izumi-san".
"CHAN! CALL ME IZUMI-CHAN!"
"Sorry, Izumi-chan. Are you all right?"
"SOTOKA-CHAN, I WANNA DIE, I WANNA DIE, I WANNA DIE, I WANNA DIE, I WANNA DIE, I WANNA DIE..."
"Shut up already", says Ino. Ino, in a few words, is the angriest and tiniest of our classmates, and also she follows Sotoka-chan everywhere. Damn you, Ino: Sotoka-chan's mine! Get someone else!
She's definitely a nuisance.
"Izumi-san", Sotoka-chan says, "shouldn't you be in the anime club?"
Yeah. The anime club. For a second I forgot all about it...








"SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Now, normally if I cry that hard, Sotoka-chan immediately comforts me (yeah, that has happened many times before. Don't judge us), but it's not happening right now.
Weird.
I open my eyes.
Oh, of course. I'm still hugging her by the back.
I let her free.
"Sotoka-chan".
"Yes?" Sotoka-chan turns towards me, and I hug her and:
"SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
"There, there. Tell me what happened —Sotoka-chan puts her hand in my head and starts stroking my hair. Her hand is very, very soft and gentle. And her hair and uniform smell so, so nice, and she's so, so warm and kind and beautiful, and her chest is against mine, and it's so big. Maybe like a C o D-cup big. Or maybe D is a little too much, and she doesn't have a little too much of anything. She's so perfect, but that doesn't matter right now.
"They kicked me out the anime club!"
Ino starts laughs.
"Really? Even they got sick of you, huh?"
Ino laughs harder and harder.
"Shut up, Ino! Man, you really are a nuisance!"
"There, there, Izumi-chan" Sotoka-chan's voice is so close to my ear I start having goose bumps, "And why did they kick you out?"
I hug Sotoka-chan even harder, I close my eyes and get as close as I can to Sotoka-chan's ear. I mumur to her:

"Because they think I take anime too seriously."
I open my eyes. Ino's face is right in front of us. She's smiling.
"You're too otaku for the otakus", and she laughs as hard and annoyingly as possible. Why don't you mind your own business, you baka?
 "I'm not an otaku!"
"No, you're worse."
"Shut up, Ino! Why are you always picking on me? I hate you, I hate you so much; I wish you'd die one of these days and... 
"Hey, hey, stop it!" Sotoka-chan pushes me away. She's very angry (and she looks super cute that way).
"Sorry."
"You should never, NEVER, say something like this to anyone. That's not nice. Apologize to Ino right now."
"But, Sotoka-chan, she's mocking me."
"Apologize to her."
Ino looks at me smilingly and expectantly.
"sfnfsdfoiuygpisdfpujhkgomenlknsdfnkdsf."
Sotoka-chan looks at me...









And sighs.
"Good enough, I guess."
"But I didn't hear an apology", complains Ino because she's the absolutely worst.
"Well, I didn't hear yours, Ino", and probably never will.
"Anyway, Izumi-san."
"CHAN! CHAN! IZUMI-CHAN!
"Sorry, sorry. Izumi-chan. If you're no longer in the anime club, why don't you just go home like us?"
I can't believe Sotoka-chan said that (although she's hasn't joined any club yet, so it makes sense.)
"Because that's the worst place to be, Sotoka-chan. We're young; we have to seize our youth. We can do everything, go anywhere."
"And you decided to join an anime club", Ino, as always, is trying to annoy me, but you know what? I'm better than that.
"We could even join any club", I say.
"So, Izumi-chan", Sotoka-chan why don't you do that?"
"NEVER!"
"But you just—
"That doesn't mean I should do it."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't like any other clubs. And people. And I don't think they like me either."
"Yeah", says Ino, "everyone hates you."
Ino's right, but it still hurts.
"So", Sotoka-chan says, "why don't you start your own club, Izumi-san?
My own club?
Start my own club?
Yes! What a brilliant idea! I didn't expect less from you, Sotoka-chan.
I take Sotoka-chan's hand (it's so soft and thin) and take her back to school.
"Wait, Izumi-san", she says as we just enter, "We need to take off our shoes first".
Oh, yeah, before entering school we have to put our shoes in our lockers and then wear that slipper thingies.
Why do this country hates shoes indoors so much?
Anyway, Sotoka-chan and Ino put their slipper thingies (I didn't took off mine when I left school, now I realize), and we now enter a lonely classroom.
I shut the door.
"Ok, what are we doing here, Izumi-sachan. Izumi-chan?
"We have to start our club."
"Our club?"
"Yes, our club, Sotoka-chan. Me and you will start a club and be together forever, and—
"But, Izumi-san, you can't make a club with only two members."
"Well, I guess Ino can join too."
"What? No, I don't want to be in your stupid club. I don't even like manga and anime in the first place."
"But manga and anime is the coolest thing ever."
"No, it's not."
"You only say that because you hate everything, Ino."
"Why shouldn't I? Everything in life is either depressing, dissapointing or annoying.
"Ino, are you alright?
"And the only thing that can save us from life is death, but death is way worse!"
"Ino, you're scaring me."
Sotoka-chan hugs Ino.
"There, there, Ino-san. Don't think like that. Life's beautiful, and we have to enjoy it. Like now: we're having fun helping Izumi-san. Chan. Sorry. We're having fun helping her creating her anime club.
"It can't be an anime club."
"WHAT? WHY NOT? —I ask.
"Because it already exists, dummy; you were kicked out of there."











Oh.











"KAMI-SAMA-CHAN, TASUKETE; INO'S RIGHT: I CAN'T MAKE AN ANIME CLUB; MY YOUTH'S OVER, I'M DEAD INSIDE; PLEASE KILL ME NOW!"
"Izumi-san, please calm down", Sotoka-chan hugs me firmly. Yeah... that's the stuff. "We can help you, just calm down."
"But only if we stay like this forever, Sotoka-chan."
"Come on, Izumi", says Ino. "It's not her fault you were kicking and screaming for absolutely nothing."
What? Oh, yeah, I'm on the floor. I must have been kicking and twisting while I was screaming and crying.
Yeah, I tend to do that (don't judge me).
"There, there, Izumi-chan", says Sotoka-chan, and she says it so close to me I get goose bumps. I hug her harder. "The club could be about something else. If there's already an anime club, why not a manga club?"
"Because the anime club is about anime and manga", I tell her, "but it only says anime because is shorter and it goes without saying."
"Well, if it can be about anything, what do you like besides anime and manga?
"Nothing, Sotoka-chan. Because anime is the best, the only thing that matters, the beginning and end of everything because anime is life, anime is, is... ANIME LIFE!
Sotoka-chan and Ino look at me like everyone look at me when I say anything.
"ANIME LIFE! It's not just about watching anime, is about living it."









"What?", asks Ino.
"Whatever", I take Sotoka-chan's hand (it's so soft and warm and I think it smells like coconut crème) and I take her though the stairs and the hallways.
"Izumi-san. Where are we going?" she asks.
"Izumi-chan. And we're going to the student council."
"What? Why?"
"To register our club."
"What club?"
"ANIME LIFE."
"Is that a club?"
"I don't know", Ino says while she's running behind us, "but it's a bad idea."
"Shut up, Ino!" I yell. "We don't lose anything for trying."
"Of course we do. We lose time, for starters."
And before Ino could say something else, we arrive to the student council.
I open the door and:
"We come to start the best club in this goddamned universe. ANIME LIFE!


I seems I'm the only one excited.
"Natsumura-san", president Fujimoto is sitting in her desk, at the background. She's looking at me", weren't you in the anime club?"
"Whatever. ANIME LIFE is the futuro. Now we only have two members, but if you convince Ino, we'll be three.
"But Izumi-san."
"CHAN!"
"Izumi-chan. We need more tan three members to start a club."









Oh.











"Tasukete, president Fujimoto-sama-chan; I only want to seize my youth, and don't go back home after classes; please, tasukete; I don't know anyone else, just let us start this club! Please! I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you!
"Natsumura-san!" yells president Fujimoto, "you don't need to yell and drop to the floor at every occasion; it's annoying for everyone", she says because I was on the floor begging all this time. I haven't realized until now.
"Gomen'nasai."
"What?"
"Sorry, I mean sorry."
"That's better. And Hamano-san's right", she's talking about Sotoka-chan. Her full name is Sotoka Hamano. "You need at least five members to start a club." 











Oh.
"Well, anyway, thanks a lot, and sorry about everything. We'll leave now", Sotoka-chan takes my hand, and we leave the student council.
We close the door and:
"SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN, WHAT WILL WE DO? NO ONE WILL JOIN OUR CLUB, AND WE'RE ONLY US AND...
Someone opens the door, and that someone is president Fujimoto.
Of course she is.
"Natsumura-san, what did I tell you about yelling?"
I dry my tears off my face and try to calm down.
"That I shouldn't do it because it's annoying to everyone."
"And why you're still doing it?"
"Because I can't repress my emotions anymore."
"But you're annoying everyone else, don't you?"
"Oh, no, poor babies. Izumi's really suffering right now, but they're clearly the victims", says Ino. And I know she only says it to be rude with everyone, but she was kind with me, and that's really unexpected.
Thanks, I guess.
"Any problems, Yamamoto-san?", huh. I didn't know Ino's last name was Yamamoto.
"Are you dumb or what? Of course I have a problem; if not, I wouldn't say anything.
"Forgive us, Fujimoto-san. We're leaving now", Sotoka-chan takes my hand and Ino's and takes us outta there.
"You're the president, you should worry about everyone's sake, but you only care about them. YOU'RE A FUCKING HIPOCRITE!" Ino yells as we run away as fast as we can.
Sotoka-chan takes us back to the classroom we were before.
"Fucking bitch", says Ino, and I hope she means president Fujimoto. "But, whatever, we only need two more members. It's not that hard. Sotoka-san, who do you know that would join us?"
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm gonna shut that bitch's mouth, and you stop crying for god's sake and help me. Only two more members. It'll be easy.
"Ino..."
I get closer to her and:
"Don't hug me", she says.
Ok. I stop and I don't hug her. Whatever. I mean, I wasn't going to hug her anyway. Why would I? She's rude and tiny and wants to steal Sotoka-chan from me, and I'm not crying; this are not tears, and if they are, they aren't 'thank you, Ino-chan, thank you, thank you, thank you, this means so much to me; I'm completely sorry about everything I said before. I love you' tears, they are 'god dammit, Ino: first you said you won't join ANIME LIFE, and then you join. You could've joined since the beginning, but no, you enjoy pissing me off, and you enjoy it so much because you hate me as much as I hate you, but you still joined, and I appreciate it. You want to start ANIME LIFE as much as I do, and that really, really, means a lot to me. And, who knows, maybe we could be friends in the near future' tears.
But I'm not crying.

Izumi Natsumura is a regular high school girl -or so says she- who was kicked out the anime club for taking it too seriously.
Now, alongside Sotoka-chan and Ino, she's looking to start the best club ever: ANIME LIFE.
Will they make it? Will they get the members they need? Will they convince president Fujimoto to let them create ANIME LIFE? And what does ANIME LIFE means, in the first place?
Well... only they will tell.

—¡SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN! —grito. ¡Hola! Soy Izumi Natsumura, una chica normal de preparatoria que le gusta el anime, el manga, los clubes de anime y manga, las convenciones de anime y manga, las reuniones para ver/leer anime y manga, pero ahora no tengo tiempo para esto.
—¡SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Corro lo más rápido que puedo. Bajo las escaleras, corro por los pasillos y choco con gente y más gente y más gente. ¿Qué hacen aquí? ¡Ya se acabaron las clases! ¡Váyanse a sus casas o a sus clubes, pero ya váyanse!
Son una molestia.
Llego a nuestro salón, el 1-1. 

Sotoka-chan no está.
Me voy lo más rápido que puedo.
—¡Natsumura-san, no corras por los pasillos! —apenas alcanzo a oír a Nagai-san. Ella es miembro del comité disciplinario, y es una molestia—. ¡Y ya arréglate ese uniforme y péinate de una buena vez!
Corro por los pasillos, por los casilleros y salgo de la escuela. Sotoka-chan debe estar de camino a casa.
La sigo.
Y, por cierto, podré amar al manga y al anime con todo mi ser, y será mi vida y mi todo, pero eso no significa que sea otaku.
No tengo nada en contra de ellos; solo lo digo para evitar malentendidos.
En fin, corro por las aceras, cruzo las calles, doy vuelta en la esquina, y ¡ahí está! 

La abrazo por la espalda, cierro los ojos y empiezo a llorar.
—SOTOKA-CHAN...
Sotoka-chan grita (siempre lo hace) y se vuelve hacia mí.

—Ah, eres tú, Izumi-san.
—¡CHAN! ¡DIME IZUMI-CHAN!
—Perdón, Izumi-chan. ¿Qué tienes?
—¡SOTOKA-CHAN, ME QUIERO MORIR, ME QUIERO MORIR, ME QUIERO MORIR, ME...
—Ya cállate —dijo Ino. Ino, en pocas palabras, es la más pequeña y enojona de la clase, y siempre está detrás de Sotoka-Chan. Maldita Ino: ¡Sotoka-chan es mía! ¡Consíguete a alguien más!
Definitivamente es una molestia.
—Izumi-san —dice Sotoka-chan—, ¿no deberías estar en el club de anime?
Ah, sí, el club de anime. Por un segundo me olvidé de él...






—¡SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Ahora, normalmente si lloro de esta manera, Sotoka-chan me consuela al instante (sí, esto ya ha pasado muchas veces. No nos juzgues).

Qué raro.

Abro los ojos. Aún la estoy abrazando por la espalda. 

La suelto.
—Sotoka-chan.
—¿Sí? —Sotoka-chan se vuelve hacia mí. La abrazo y:
—¡SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
—Ya, ya.  Dime qué pasó —Sotoka-chan me da unas palmaditas en la cabeza y me acaricia el cabello. Su mano es muy, muy suave, y me acaricia lentamente. Además, su cabello y su uniforme huelen muy, muy bien, y ella es muy cálida y suave y hermosa, y su pecho choca contra el mío, y es enorme. Sotoka-chan ha de ser copa C. ¿O D? No; D es demasiado, y ella no tiene demasiado. Tiene lo suficiente, pero eso ahora no importa.
—¡ME SACARON DEL CLUB DE ANIME!
Ino ríe.
—¿En serio? ¿Hasta a ellos los hartaste?
Ino ríe cada vez más fuerte.
—¡Ya cállate, Ino! ¡Eres una molestia!
���Ya, ya, Izumi-chan —Sotoka-chan me habla tan cerca de mi oído que se me pone la piel de gallina—. Y ¿por qué te sacaron?
Abrazo a Sotoka-chan aún más fuerte. Cierro los ojos y me acerco lo más que puedo a su oído. Le murmuro:

—Porque me dijeron que tomaba en anime demasiado en serio.
Abro los ojos. El rostro de Ino está justo en frente de nosotras. Ella sonríe.

—Eres demasiado otaku para los otakus —y ríe de una manera aún más ruidosa y molesta. ¿Por qué te metes en lo que no te importa, baka?

—¡QUE NO SOY OTAKU!
—No, eres peor.
—¡Ya cállate, Ino! ¿Por qué siempre me molestas? Te odio, te odio tanto; ojalá te mueras un días de estos y... 
—Hey, hey, no se peleen —Sotoka-chan me aleja de ella. Está muy enojada (y se ve súper linda así).
—Perdón.
—Nunca, NUNCA, le digas algo así a nadie. No es amable. Discúlpate con Ino.
—Pero, Sotoka-chan, ella se está burlando de mí.
—Discúlpate.
Ino me mira sonriente y expectantemente. Maldita hipócrita.
—sfnfsdfoiuygpisdfpujhkgomenknsdfnkdsf.
Sotoka-chan me mira.






Y suspira.
—Bueno, algo es algo.
—Pero yo no oí ninguna disculpa —se queja Ino cínicamente.
—Bueno, yo tampoco oí la tuya, Ino —y probablemente nunca la oiga.

—Como sea, Izumi-san.
—¡CHAN! ¡CHAN! ¡IZUMI-CHAN!
—Perdón, perdón. Izumi-chan. Si ya no estás en un club, ¿por qué no te vas a tu casa como nosotras?
No puedo creer que Sotoka-chan haya dicho algo así (aunque ella aún no se ha unido a ningún club, por lo que tiene sentido).

—Porque ese es el peor lugar del mundo, Sotoka-chan. Somos jóvenes. Tenemos que aprovechar nuestra juventud. Podemos hacer lo que sea, ir a cualquier parte.
—Y tú te uniste a un club de anime —Ino, como siempre, dice cosas solo para molestarme, pero ¿sabes qué? Yo soy mejor que eso.
—Hasta podemos unirnos a cualquier club —digo.
—Entonces, Izumi-chan. ¿Por qué no te unes a otro?
—¡NUNCA!
—Pero acabas de decir—
—Eso no significa que deba hacerlo.
—¿Por qué no?
—Porque no me gustan los otros clubs. Ni las otras personas. Y creo que a ellos tampoco les caigo muy bien.
—Sí —dice Ino—, todo te odian.
Ino tiene razón, pero aun así duele.

—Entonces —dice Sotoka-chan—, ¿por qué no creas tu propio club, Izumi-san?
¿Mi propio club?
¿Crear mi propio club?

¡Sí! ¡Qué idea tan brillante! No esperaba menos de ti, Sotoka-chan.
Tomo a Sotoka-chan de la mano (su mano es tan suave y delgada) y la llevo de vuelta a la escuela.
Entramos a un salón, y cierro la puerta.
—¿Qué hacemos aquí, Izumi-sachan. Izumi-chan?
—Tenemos que crear nuestro club.
—¿Qué club?
—Nuestro club, Sotoka-chan. Tú y yo haremos un club y seremos felices por siempre, y—
—Pero, Izumi-san, no puedes hace un club con solo dos miembros.
—Bueno, Ino también puede unirse.
—¿Qué? Yo no quiero estar en tu club. A mí no me gusta el manga ni el anime —por alguna razón, Ino nos siguió hasta aquí.
—Pero el manga y el anime es lo mejor que existe en este mundo.
—No lo es.
—Solo lo dices porque a ti no te gusta nada, Ino.
—¿Por qué lo haría? Todo en esta vida es decepcionante, deprimente o exasperante.
—Ino, ¿estás bien?
—Y lo único que nos salva de esta horrible vida es la muerte, pero la muerte es mucho peor.
—Ino, me asustas.
Sotoka-chan abraza a Ino.
—Ya, ya, Ino-san. No pienses así. La vida es muy bella, y hay que disfrutarla. Así como ahora: nos podemos divertir mucho ayudando a Izumi-san a hacer su club de anime.
—No puede ser de anime.
—¿QUÉ? ¿POR QUÉ NO? —pregunto.
—Porque ese club ya existe, tonta; te sacaron de ahí.








Oh.








—¡KAMI-SAMA-CHAN, TASUKETE; INO TIENE RAZÓN: NO PUEDO HACER UN CLUB DE ANIME; MI JUVENTUD SE ACABÓ, ESTOY MUERTA POR DENTRO; MÁTAME YA!
—Izumi-san, cálmate, por favor —Sotoka-chan se acerca a mí y me abraza con fuerza. Sí... esto es lo mejor—. Podemos ayudarte, solo cálmate.
—Ok, pero solo si me abrazas así por siempre, Sotoka-chan.
—Ya déjala en paz, Izumi —dice Ino—. No es su culpa que andes gritando y pataleando por nada.
¿Qué? Ah, sí, estoy en el suelo. De seguro estuve pataleando y retorciéndome mientras gritaba y lloraba.
Sí, suelo hacer eso (no me juzgues).

—Ya, ya, Izumi-chan —dice Sotoka-chan, y lo dice tan cerca de mí que se me eriza la piel. La abrazo aún más fuerte—. Podemos hacer un club de otra cosa. Si ya hay un club de anime, ¿por qué no haces un club de manga?
—Porque el club de anime es de anime y manga —le digo—, pero solo dice anime porque es más simple y se sobreentiende.
—Bueno, entonces puedes hacerlo de cualquier otra cosa. ¿Qué otra cosa te gusta?
—Nada, Sotoka-chan. Porque el anime es lo mejor del mundo, lo único que importa, el inicio y el fin de todo porque el anime es vida, es, es... ¡ANIME LIFE!
Sotoka-chan e Ino me miran como todo el mundo me mira cuando digo cualquier cosa.
—¡ANIME LIFE! No solo se trata de ver el anime, sino de vivirlo.











—¿Qué? —pregunta Ino.

—Como sea —tomo a Sotoka-chan de la mano (su mano es tan suave y delgada y creo que huele a crema de coco) y la llevo por los pasillos y las escaleras.
—Izumi-san. ¿A dónde vamos? —me pregunta.

—Izumi-chan. Y vamos al consejo estudiantil.
—¿Qué? ¿Por qué?
—Para registrar nuestro club.
—¿Cuál club?
—ANIME LIFE.
—¿Eso es un club?
—No lo sé —dice Ino mientras corre detrás de nosotras—, pero es una mala idea.
—¡Cállate, Ino! No perdemos nada con intentarlo.
—Claro que sí. Perdemos el tiempo, en primer lugar.
Y, antes de que Ino pueda decir algo más, llegamos al consejo estudiantil.
Abro la puerta y:
—Venimos a crear el mejor club de este maldito universo. ¡ANIME LIFE!


Al parecer yo soy la única entusiasmada con la idea.


—Natsumura-san —la presidenta Fujimoto estada sentada en su escritorio, al fondo de la habitación. Me mira—, ¿qué no estabas en el club de anime?
—Como sea. ANIME LIFE es el futuro. Solo tenemos dos miembros, pero si convences a Ino seremos tres.
—Pero Izumi-san.
—¡CHAN!
—Izumi-chan, necesitamos más de tres miembros para crear un club.








Oh.









—¡Tasukete, presidenta Fujimoto-sama-chan; yo solo quiero aprovechar mi juventud, y no regresar a casa después de clases; por favor, tasukete; no conozco a nadie más, déjanos crear el club así! ¡Por favor! ¡Te lo ruego, te lo ruego, te lo ruego, te lo ruego!
—¡Natsumura-san! —grita la presidenta Fujimoto—. No tienes que andar gritando y tirándote al suelo; molestas a los demás —ella lo dice porque yo estuve en el suelo rogándole todo este tiempo, y apenas me doy cuenta.

—Gomen'nasai.
—¿Qué?
—Perdón, quería decir perdón.

—Muy bien. Y en segunda, Hamano-san tiene razón —está hablando de Sotoka-chan. Es que su nombre completo es Sotoka Hamano—: necesitas de al menos cinco integrantes para formar un club. 








Oh.
—Bueno, muchas gracias, y perdón por la molestia. Ya nos vamos —Sotoka-chan me toma de la mano, y salimos del consejo estudiantil.
Cerramos la puerta y:
—¡SOTOKA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN, ¿QUÉ HACEMOS?; NADIE SE VA A UNIR A NUESTRO CLUB, Y SOLO SOMOS NOSOTRAS Y...
Alguien abre la puerta, y ese alguien es la presidenta Fujimoto.
Por supuesto que lo es.

—Natsumura-san, ¿qué te dije sobre andar gritando?
Me seco las lágrimas del rostro y trato de calmarme.
—Que no debería hacerlo porque molesto a los demás.
—Y ¿por qué lo sigues haciendo?
—Porque ya no puedo reprimir las emociones.
—Pero molestas a los demás, ¿o no?

—Ay, pobrecitos. Izumi realmente está sufriendo ahora, pero ellos claramente son las víctimas —dice Ino, y es muy raro: por primera vez en la vida es amable conmigo.
Gracias, eso creo.
—¿Tienes algún problema, Yamamoto-san? —Huh. No sabía que el apellido de Ino era Yamamoto. Qué curioso.
—¿Eres tonta o qué? Claro que tengo un problema. Si no lo tuviera, no diría nada.
—Discúlpanos, Fujimoto-san. Ya nos vamos —Sotoka-chan nos toma a mí y a Ino de la mano y nos aleja de ahí.
—Tú eres la presidenta, tú deberías preocuparte por el bien de todos, pero solo te importan ellos. ¡ERES UNA PINCHE HIPÓCRITA! —grita Ino mientras nosotras huimos lo más rápido posible.
Sotoka-chan nos lleva de vuelta al salón de antes.
—Maldita perra —dice Ino. Espero que se refiera a la presidenta Fujimoto—. Pero no importa. Solo tenemos que conseguir a otras dos personas. No es para tanto. Sotoka-san, ¿a quién conoces que se nos pueda unir?
—¿Qué haces? —le pregunto.
—Le voy a callar la boca a esa perra, y tú deja de llorar por una vez en tu vida y ayúdame. Solo son dos miembros más. Será fácil.

—Ino...
Me le acerco y:
—No me abraces —me dice.
Me detengo y no la abrazo; digo, yo no iba a abrazarla. ¿Por qué la abrazaría? Ella es grosera y pequeña y me quiere robar a Sotoka-chan, y no estoy llorando; estas no son lágrimas, y si lo son no son lágrimas de "gracias, Ino-chan, gracias, gracias, gracias, no sabes cuánto significa esto para mí, y perdón por todo lo que te dije antes. Te amo", son lágrimas de "maldita, Ino: primero dices que no te vas a unir a ANIME LIFE, y después dices que sí. Me lo hubieras dicho desde un principio, pero no, te gusta molestarme porque me odias tanto como yo te odio a ti, pero aun así te uniste al club, y aprecio eso. Tú quieres crear ANIME LIFE tanto como yo, y eso, de verdad, de verdad significa mucho para mí. Y, quién sabe, quizá podríamos ser amigas en el futuro".
Pero no estoy llorando.

Izumi Natsumura es una chica normal -o eso dice ella- que fue expulsada del club de anime por tomárselo demasiado en serio.
Ahora, junto con Sotoka-chan e Ino, busca crear el mejor club que haya existido: ANIME LIFE.
¿Podrá lograrlo? ¿Conseguirán a los miembros restantes? ¿Convencerán a la presidenta Fujimoto de crear ANIME LIFE? Y ¿qué significa ANIME LIFE, en primer lugar?
Bueno, esto solo ellas lo dirán.

Well... I'm a fat 18 year old Otaku that sits at his rented apartment all day long. Well you may be saying things like "Wow that's so sad" or "waste of space.". Though it may not be a good reason I have a genuine reason to be a overall failure.
I was born in a pretty high class family that owns a movie theater company which was one of the things that got me into anime. You may be thinking "what's the problem here?"... Well the problem was I was a literal MISTAKE my father got drunk one night and somehow banged my mother up to get her pregnant in one night/ Luckily my father didn't leave me alone so he at least adopted me into the family but bottom-line is I was treated as unwanted trash, But when I was 15 my father threw me out to live on my own with barley a couple of bucks to buy video games and such. Well now I am in a pickle you could say, when I was watching a certain otome game addicted person a transparent blue screen just suddenly appeared between me and my anime so my first reaction was swatting it away but when didn't work and my hands passed through it I came back to my senses, and I realized that the transparent blue screen in front of me was staying there so I subconsciously read the message t displayed which was
<Welcome To The Fame System>
My first thought was what the f**k is the Fame System but when I gathered my thoughts and began to calm down I somehow found my way to thinking that this was like those cliché plot in webnovels I used to read and a pretty universal thing in those webnovels were starter packs so I asked "System is there a starter pack"
<Yes Host, just say starter pack to open it>
Hm.... Okay system open the starter pack for me!!!
<Starter Pack Opening>
-1 anime movie (voucher) Tier 3                                                                                    - 1 game (vocher0 Tier 2                                                                                                - 10,000 Reputation Points                                                                                              -5 body Impurity pills                                                                                                       <Good Luck host on your path to fame!!!>
Wow! that looks really interesting I mean Anime Movie and Game Creation?!              Wait a second it says Tier 2 and 3 so "System can you exlpain the tiers?"
<Certainly Host, there are 5 tiers but ill simplify it to your understandings host>
That sounds rude but show me!
<Tier 1 (Princess Momonke) [Anime]                                                                              <Tier 2(2015 Anime) [Anime]                                                                                          <Tier 3(2021 Anime) [Anime]                                                                                          <Tier 4(Futuristic Anime) [Anime]                                                                                   <Tier 5(Godly Anime-Cant get better) [Anime]

Hey...I'm a Fat Otaku, and I'm not embarrassed to admit but the reason your reading this is that there is a transparent screen saying
(Welcome To The Fame System)

Honestly Im doing this for fun :)
~1 chapter a day

God, I feel awful right now.


After coming back from the comfort room to urinate, I was back again in my room. My ass was once again firmly stapled into the low-end gaming chair mom bought for me.


Hello there, friends! Welcome to another episode of 'I am Anxious for No Reason!'


Probably because I drank too much coffee again . . . I really needed to limit my caffeine intake.


Still, I wouldn't feel this way if I had something I want to do-- apart from playing games, that is. Naturally, I didn't like my chores. What I needed was a hobby of sorts . . .


Staring at the computer screen showing the menu of 'Hollow Soldier', I grabbed the flesh of my chest and felt the rushed heartbeat underneath.


I hated this feeling.


I got a temporary breakaway from my emotions when my phone beeped on my bed softly.


With a kick of my foot, I masterfully made my chair swivel around before I jumped towards my bed.


Feeling slightly good about myself while wondering if I can pull it off again, I grabbed my phone and checked who messaged me on Hermes: my idiot friend Steven.


Steven: yo


Me: sup?


Steven: were planning to roam about. wanna come?


I grabbed my school bag next to me and searched for my purse. Good thing I have some money.


Me: whos coming?


Steven: me, page, eena and jhan


. . . nice.


Me: ill be at the 7 11 near here. know that?


Steven: nc nc meet you there


After I took a bath, I quickly fixed myself up so I would look good without giving the impression that I put in effort into looking good, then I headed off to the 7-11 stop at the corner of our block.I waited patiently inside the store and soon, the gang could be seen on the other side of the road. All of our attires were your typical teen clothing. It looked average but it had that certain coolness about it.


Steven and Page were my best friends. Eena as . . . well, I guess I liked her. As for Jhan, she was Eena's chill friend.


"Hey, sh*thead," Steven greeted me, opening the glass doors of the store.


Yep, greetings worked this way for us. I don't know why but I guess it feels nice to call someone a sh*thead without worrying about the consequences.


"Sh*theads," I smiled at the two of them, "So? Where we going?"


They all shuffled as they picked a spot for their seats.


"For starters . . . snack here."


ΦΦΦ


We roamed all around town and had fun. I didn't get the chance to get closer with Eena since Page was the only one close enough to her for meaningful conversations. Not like I was trying to get closer anyway.


Now it's 5 PM, and after spending my last bits of money on a monstrous cup of ice cream, we all separated ways to go home.


That was an extremely nice break from my dull life, and now I was back to normal.


I wish I had proper hobbies. I just play games because I have nothing better to do. It's not like I'm striving to be the one at the top or anything. I just play for fun and . . . when I get bored of a game, I stop playing.


As my mind flipped through all possible ways to keep myself from boredom, I remembered a certain thing Page had been recommending all this time.


Watch anime.


I have tried watching anime mind you, but I wasn't really drawn to it. I mean, they're literal drawings, and the characters couldn't get any more cringe.


However, Page said that what I watched was mainstream anime, which is made to suit the taste of the lite anime lovers and the majority, really. True anime lovers, according to him, don't spout anime recommendations unless there's another anime lover nearby.


After arguing about how he's recommending to me anime while I'm not an anime fan earlier, I finally said yes for the first time.


And so, I zapped through the house into my room, and then I opened Hermes on my PC. And there it was, a drive link. In it was 24 episodes of an anime titled: Unemployed Reincarnation.


Feeling curious about what the anime has to offer, along with whether I would be entertained enough or whatnot, I clicked on the first episode.


. . .


"That. Was. Insane."


First of all, I can't stress enough how body-mangling cliffhangers were. But aside from that . . . the story is insanely beautiful. It's basically some garbage shut-in who had the life of a true introvert, who got reincarnated into another world. There, he swears to live life to the fullest.


I snatched my phone from my pocket and hurriedly went to chat with Page on Hermes. I've watched non-stop and it is nearing 2 AM, but surprisingly, Page was still online.


Me: WT* IS UP WITH THE CLIFFHANGER


It took a while for Page to see my message, but as soon as he saw it, he replied.


Page: lmao the 2nd season will come


Me: WHEN


Page: years


I could quite literally feel the energy in me being replaced by disappointment, and as a reflex, I let out a sorta trembling sigh.


Page: but there's a novel for it


Me: really?


Page: yes and its finished


Me: send


Page sent me another drive link containing more than 20 epub files.


After asking Page about where the anime ends in the novel, he told me to reread it from the start, as there were some deviations the anime made from the novel.


I didn't want waste time doing that though, so I searched for the part myself.


However, as I tried reading, I found myself hooked. I couldn't help but read the parts that the anime also covered. My tie to the world of light novels--as the book calls itself--and anime has been properly forged.


I had come to love these kinds of things.


After rereading all the parts the anime covered, I felt sleepiness finally catch up to me. It was 4 AM and I still haven't slept.


"I should sleep," I muttered to no one as I laid on my bed, stretching.


I'll read this tomorrow . . . no, later.


As I closed my eyes, my wishful mind began thinking about how Unemployed Reincarnation's main character's past life was cruel but . . . his new life was full of adventures.'


This time, I'd live for real,' huh?


Am I living for real?


For now, all I can do is finish the series. Then what? Ask for further recommendations? I'll admit, that doesn't sound too bad-- but I wish I had something better . . . I want something that I genuinely want . . .


. . . but I don't really know what I want.


Or actually, I want to get reincarnated too.


I felt the edges of my lips curl up a bit.


As if.


And soon, my thoughts drifted away as I fell asleep.

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Ultimate Anime System

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