Tokyo.
3 P.M
Satoru Mikami POV.
Just another day...
Cars go around the streets at moderate speeds, people are moving left and right from area to area on the pathways.
The roads are busy, and so are the pathways. Some are going to malls, some to cafeterias...
And I myself am going somewhere, which I forgot.
Being a salaryman isn't too bad if I'm being honest. I just need to work around... More then 8 hours a day I guess.
I'm just your typical japanese man who grew up in a normal house hold.
Although, I wouldn't say I was your typical child...
I've always been called... Strange? Yes, strange by others. Even my own parents.
I don't have much memories to be honest...
One thing I do remember is that my mother told that I didn't cry like other babies when I was born. Another is that unlike any other child that was born back then...
I didn't feel joy like other children.
I wasn't playful like the other children.
I wasn't excited over the slightest thing like other children.
Mere toys that children loved to play with didn't excite me.
Neither did the adults attempts.
Those weird faces they made... What did they expect me to react with? A shocked and excited face?
My parents could never feel the joy of a child since birth, not when I did not act like one. My mother used to cry about my inability to feel, and my father didn't like my... Lack of emotions.
Yet, why did they still love me?
I will never understand, for they are long gone.
They died in a car accident...
And when they died, I felt nothing at all.
No grief, no sadness, no anger, nothing.
Even when standing Infront of their graves, I kept a blank expression.
Why didn't I feel attachment to these people who gave birth to me and raised me?
Since birth, I have never felt excitement.
Nothing is exciting in this pathetic and cruel world.
It's just work and suffer everyday.
People are greedy, lustful, lazy, prideful, envious, and much more.
They expect nothing from you, and neither should you expect anything from them.
This world is a place where the ones above greedily consume, whilst those beneath suffer and have to live off the leftovers of those above.
Those living at the top enjoy everything, whilst those beneath try everything to survive for even a day.
It's the sole reason I've never had friends before. They serve no purpose to me, I don't care what they think of me.
In this world, it's simply your abilities and potential that will let you survive.
Survival of the fittest, that's what they call it.
Those you befriend, will only let you down in the future. Unless they serve use, it's no point in keeping them for long.
That's the code I have lived for my entire life.
Use others, so that you can survive.
It doesn't matter to me what others think, I could careless.
Although, I still have a long life ahead... So maybe I may feel something?
What age was I again?...
20? I think I am 20.
Just a 20 year old kid.
I've been gifted since birth with intelligence, I've never failed a test before... Never, as far as I can remember.
My mother used to always praise me and kept saying she was proud every time I brought a high marks test, although it was blatantly clear she was attempting to get an expression out of me.
My Father was more or less then the same, they both tried to do anything to get an expression out of me.
Why did they love me again? Well, like I said, I will never know.
They are forever gone, and they'll be gone not knowing I didn't shed a single tear for them.
After passing my college, I dropped out and joined a major general contractor firm and have lived alone up until now.
People see me as a hardworking and reliable person, as well as handsome.
Although, even with that, I have never had a love life.
Not that I need one, I could careless about it.
I've also never been afraid to use violence before, never.
Back when I was a kid, some other kid tried to hit me with a book due to his childish nature.
And what did I do?
I dodged to the side and hit his head with a metal toy I had picked up, causing that kid to bleed way too much from his head and the need of an ambulance.
I'm surprised that kid didn't die, and it isn't like I'd care if he did anyways. He tried hitting me, so I retailiated.
Later on, whenever someone tried to bully me in school or college... I made sure they had atleast one broken arm or leg, to make sure they didn't mess with me again. It didn't matter what age I was, that was a rule I lived by.
Fuck them if they cannot use their hand anymore, that's their problem.
Anyways, what was I doing again..?
Oh, right. I was going to the ATM to deposit some money I have.
There's one right here...
The same one I've been suing for the past 1 year.
Entering the ATM, which is surprisingly empty, I go through the options and pick deposit. The... Whatever the opening thing is, opens and I insert the cash in it.
It takes the money in, and I turn around to...
???: Hand over everything.
There's someone holding a gun at my face, how'd he get in here without me knowing is beyond me.
But, he seems like an idiot. He came in here and pointed his gun at me at point blank range, but I can easily disarm him.
I may not look like it, but I've had training in basic samurai kendo art aswell as have learned a few disarming and locking tricks.
This guy also seems like he hasn't slept for a few days, so probably someone that hasn't slept for awhile. His reaction will be sluggish, it's as clear as day.
???: I SAID-!
I duck down faster then he can react, before grabbing his hand holding the gun and forcefully tightening his hold on the gun.
His face contorts and grunts in pain, he screams in agony.
I let go of my grip and the gun falls out of his hand.
I simply grabbed his hand and forced him to exert more pressure on his already pressurized gun, causing him to grip it so tightly that blood began leaking out.
To put it simply, I tightened his hold on the gun and forcefully stocked his skin on it.
To add more salt to the wound, I kick him in the abdomen and he coughs out more blood.
He looks up and aims for a sloppy punch, but I simply side step before grabbing his arm and gripping it behind his back.
I've managed to lock him in a position full of pain as I control his arm, his screams have probably attracted attention in the outside...
Hm?
Why do I feel... Pain...
Oh, he stabbed me.
He most probably stabbed me by pulling a knife out of somewhere, and then aiming at my gut without me knowing.
I let go of him and weakly try to punch him, but he pulls the knife out and thrusts it into my heart...
Great, guess I didn't have long to live.
???: Fucking inhuman monster.
He rushes out of the ATM, I can hear screaming from the outside...
They probably saw his bloody figure.
Dangit... It's too hot, yet also cold. Is this what death feels like?
[Confirmed, Individual has achieved Temperature Resist]
The bleeding won't stop...
Why did I pull the knife out, it's so damn sharp and would've only caused more bleeding.
[Confirmed, Individual has achieved Sharpness Nullification]
And I've unnecessarily caused myself to feel more pain by taking it out.
Although, my face still remains as dull as ever...
[Confirmed, Individual has achieved Pain Nullification]
Wait, my computer...
Fuck, I forgot to delete my search history.
It's filled with weird ass stuff... No, it isn't hentai, I'm not a degenerate.
[Confirmed, Individual has achieved Unique Skill {Degenerate}]
If only someone could throw that damn electric device in some water.
It's be very appreciated.
[Confirmed, Individual has achieved Electric Nullification]
And I still haven't found out the answer to my question, I never got the damn time.
Apparently, I'll never know the answer to the question I've wanted to know like the Great Sage of Knowledge I am.
[Confirmed, Individual has achieved Unique Skill {Great Sage}]
Now that I recall, this incident is pretty familiar with what happened to me in the past.
From what I recall, this same scenario happened to me when I was young. Only that time, it was a Predator woman that wanted my body.
[Confirmed, Individual has achieved Unique Skill {Predator}]
Will you shut the fuck up?
I'm trying to reminisce all these memories of mine...
I've been diagnosed with Amnesia since I was little...
This is practically a rollercoaster ride of my memories, albeit I can see them perfectly this time.
[Confirmed, Individual has achieved {Perfect Memory}]
Y'know what, doesn't seem like you'll be shutting up anytime soon...
Fuck you.
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So, let me be real with you here.
I will be alternating between writing this tensura story and the Alternate Timeline one.
For some reason, I've gotten motivation to make this one and lost motivation for the other completely.
So, whenever I lose motivation for one story, I'll simply start writing the other one.
It may not seem very sensible, but it'll work out for me.
Plus, I've had this idea stuck in my mind for quite a while.
Basically, a very different Tensura World.