Pre-Blood

... Hello ?

Hello, Hello ?

Can you here me alright in there ?

...

No ? Okay, wait a sec ...

...

Kay ! It should be just alright now.

Oh ? Who am I ?

Well, it would be expected to introduce myself now, wouldn't it ?

Name is Ryo Akito ! Really nice to meet you ! Or maybe not ... Whatever.

Do you want to know what is happening to me right now ? ... No ? Okay, I will tell you then.

You see, my life was pretty good !

I was abandoned right after birth, not given a chance to lay my eyes on mother of mine.

But I have lived a pretty cool life. Good grades, acceptable manners and being quite a looker. I did not really care about that though.

You know what was the most exciting experience in my life ? Watching anime of course ! I spent half of my teenage life watching anime ! Things like darling in da franxx, kimetsu no something and finally, My hero academia !

The last one so happens to be my favorite one. Heroes and Villains fighting with each other's, fascinating powers and finally, numerous beautiful waifus ! I know that it might rise many controversies, but I have a favorite one ! And it is ... Hey ! Old man, do some drumming !

*Drum sounds intensifies !*

Himiko Toga !

The sweetest and funniest girl of the show !

Those eyes screaming of boredom and cheerfulness at the same time !

Passion for blood and harming others ! And looks of the goddess !

That is what makes her my favourite !

Don't try to resist as defense and offense are futile in here.

As we are done with drooling after waifus, we can finally come towards less important things.

I died.

Yes, yes. I know it might be shocking, but please believe me.

I was coming back from manga store, having bought yet another divine artifact of my religion. I was practically drooling over pages with goddess of mine on them. Great finds, great finds ! Business is booming it seems !

As I was walking, I saw my mortal enemy.

A guy worshiping another waifu, specifically world famous Zero-Two.

How did I know it ? Quite simple actually. Wearing clothes decorated with our goddesses was basics in our organizations. In that way we could identify ourselves.

Sadly for the lad, it was our, Blood Hounds territory. It was religion that I fully devoted myself to as they were the same as me, worshipping blood sucking Villainess !

As a proud member of my group, I came up and stopped before him. He himself was quite surprised, but understood what I was doing because he saw figure on my clothes, which was Himiko Toga herself !

"What is scum like you, doing on our holy grounds ?!"

I asked with disdain.

I was barely able to look at such lowlifes as them, and now I had to speak with one !

I was really going to commit towards reading holy scriptures once I got home.

"..."

He had not answered my question. I was about to dial towards our pope, but ended up hearing words that had me frozen.

"For the goddess !"

I was instantly alarmed and grabbed a knife from a self-made pocket on my blouse.

Now, why do I keep knife with me while going to manga store ? Quite simple actually. As a fully devoted believer, I always feel the need to be as similar to Toga as possible, so I took lessons on how to use knifes in combat and some basic self defense.

I could not, unfortunately, gain same psychical strength as her. Because logic in MHA is just nonexistent, so body is not bound to any limits in there.

I hastily took my stance. Right hand holding the knife was positioned near the left armpit, while left hand is held before me, ready to counter any attack that comes from guys direction. This was my own ultimate technique that no one could bypass !

Now, come on ! Our battle will be legend-

*Bang !*

While I was thinking about my stance, guy already took out his gun, pointed at me and fired.

How unmanly could one get ?! This was meant to be epic fight of years, that I could brag to other members ! Why did he had to have a gun ?!

...

As I was being mad about unfairness of our d-d-d-duel, I found myself in ... here.

Everything was white, contrary to one song from my world.

I was seating on the chair, just as white as my surroundings.

In front of me was an old man. He was wearing classical hentai blouse, and black shorts. He stood there staring at me. I stared right back while making myself as MENANCING as one can get.

"Hahaha ... chill there boy. No need to be so wary."

Said mysterious guy.

"How can I not be wary, when you wear a blouse with different waifu than myself ?"

His blouse was containing a character from forbidden sauce code, 1****3. There was a weird group of people that worshiped main character, but they were quickly subdued by group named Explosive Lolis. I find no need in telling which goddess they worship.

"Hahaha ... you are a funny one. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Hano, god of waifus !"