Chapter • 1: New Life (1/?)

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I carried on with new my life with relative ease.

It's been a month since I showed my Ashen One drawing to my Father. And throughout this month, he taught me the basics of how to draw Manga. Surprisingly, it only took me a whole week to get down to the basics, such as making light-line drawings first(which I already could do), using Guide/Construction lines, planning out my Drawing & Draw larger to smaller(also which I already could do), keeping different parts my Drawing in the same stages of completion, doing drawing exercises, studying my Dad who draws for Drag-so Ball, a Dragon Ball rip-off, and finally checking for any mistakes.

My Father was to the least - impressed at the ease at how I'm getting the hang of drawing Manga. He was telling all his friends and the neighbors how good I am - if my Mom's twitching face is anything to go by.

Because of how gifted I was, he taught me more advanced stuff.

That was two months ago.

Now? I can confidently say I am the youngest Mangaka in the world.

At the age of nine, I graduated so-to-say from my Father's class. That was the first time I've him cry. He silently cried as he hugged me. And right behind him, my Mom was balling her eyes out as she stepped into our hug. She was so proud of both of us. Her two favorite men are doing something amazing and she loves it.

I'm not ashamed to say I cried too. I cried silently, as I finally understood I will never get my old life back. I will never get to see my family. And I never get to hug my Husky Luna anymore.

Why? Why was I sent here? Just because I beat and pissed off a R.O.B In LoL?

How childish.

Oh how much I hate the R.O.B who sent me here.

I had never been so mad at someone before and I had never wanted to kill someone so much before.

I will survive. If only just out of spite for sending me here.

The R.O.B probably expected a good show or me to die.

That's not what they will get.

They will not.

I won't give them the satisfaction of having and watching that.

I will do what I do best; Living as I see fit.

" Well... That was a roller coaster of emotions." I rubbed my eyes, coming back from memory lane.

Even though I have been here for two months, it is still so weird seeing a child's arms instead of my normal arms.

I'll need to get used to it.

This is the new Me, whether I like it or not. I'm not £¥€£¥ £€££¥, anymore. I am Yamamoto Asahi, now.

" Nope." I shook my head," No more bad thoughts. Think happy. Think happy Asahi."

Slightly slapping my face, my vision was drawn to what I was drawing moments before my mind felt like taking me on memory lane.

It was the opening scene of One Piece, a Manga and Anime that saved me an uncountable of times from depression.

When I dumped my first girlfriend, Luffy's personality pulled me from the dark Abyss that is my mind. The sheer emotions in his actions and words made me forget about all the bed happening in my life.

One Piece was one of the handfuls of good things that happened in my old life. It brightened up my day watching and reading about the adventures of the Straw Hats.

Sure I dumped her because of her gold-digging personality, but I still felt like shit.

She had such good thighs to sleep on too.

What a tragic lose...

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Well anyways, One Piece saved me. And I would love to save many others.

Plus... It would give me some spending money. But don't get me wrong, I'm not that greedy and just doing it for money. It's for the kids!

For the Kids, I tell you!

" Great... Now I'm talking to myself. This is not a good start." I shook my head with a smile.

However, the important reason why I'm doing this?

It's simple; The "Culture" of this World is far too lacking in my humble opinion.

Magical Girls, a rip-off Dragon Ball and a ripoff Gundam, that's all this world has.

It's just sad, honestly.

So with "righteous" fury, I will bring Culture to this world.

... Yes, even THAT "Culture".

I have too. This world needs it.

This World will thank me for my 'selfless sacrifice'.

"... Why do I feel I'm doing something wrong?" I looked with a frown. I feel someone or something screaming at me to stop...

" Eh, just my imagination." I shrugged.

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...Oh how wrong I was.

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