Wayward Sword - Mushoku Tensei OC

Chapter 1 - Death and Rebirth

Part I - Childhood

Well... this situation was not ideal.

"Dammit! Is the ambulance here yet?"

"No! Just... keep the pressure on it!"

"I'm trying, but... it won't stop bleeding!"

Please... be quiet for a moment. It hurts to think right now.

I flinched as another wave of pain assaulted me, though it wasn't as bad as the first one.

Now, whether that was a good thing... that was up for debate.

To think that a simple walk in the park would end up in me getting shot... that really was my luck.

When I saw the man pull out his gun while facing the crowd, my instincts simply took over me, leading me to tackle him before he could hurt anyone.

Fortunately, it worked, as the people around us quickly realized what was happening and helped subdue him.

Unfortunately... I didn't include myself in the 'anyone'.

To think that getting a bullet in the hip could take me down so easily... the movies really didn't do it justice.

I opened my eyes to see a bunch of people standing over me, their eyes clouded with worry and fear, and some with morbid curiosity as they watched me bleed out on the ground.

Shit... couldn't I just get some peace in a moment like this? Please?

Clenching my teeth, I began thinking over, well... everything.

What about my cat?

Mom will take care of her, right?

And speaking of my mom... she'll be sad, won't she?

No, it's obvious she will.

She raised me, loved me, did so much for me... sacrificed so much for me... and now I'm leaving her like this.

Without even doing anything for her, or my other parents, for that matter.

What a joke.

What a failure.

Or maybe... maybe I'm just unlucky.

I was just barely starting my life, and university was going so well too, but then... this.

My vision dimmed, the edges of the grey sky growing darker with each passing moment.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I ignored the weight in my lungs as I did so, wincing at the pain as I began to shut my eyes.

Damn... this really did suck.

But things were finally starting to fade.

The pain, the fear, the guilt... everything.

The feeling of a dull haze flowing through my system, as if I was going to sleep.

Ah... this... this must be death, right?

It must be something like this feeling... an unstoppable sleep.

Breathe in... breathe out.

It was much harder this time, with a heavy pressure across my chest, the feeling of liquid choking my throat, and a lethargy unlike any other assaulting my mind.

Right... an unstoppable, infinite sleep... that was death.

Then... I suppose I should just stop trying then.