Before I write any further I must state that I was never eager to write this.
A person who would much rather prefer writing about other things than oneself.
But I've come to agree on one thing, that such writhings of mine would do me some good.
My hope that future me would laugh and cry about the adventures I had when I first came here, when I was still naive and ignorant.
Setting myself up for nostalgia.
Forgive me if I come sounding unbearable.
Also,...
Here on my Journal;
on which I plan to write on regular intervals,
Should I be long gone; would least a figment of myself remain.
So....
My previous name was Takashi Maeda.
My mother raised me as a single parent, and took great pains on doing so.
Never did I ever caught her whine or turn bitter.
What a strong person she was.
What kept her going?
I'll be ashamed if I proposed myself.
Perhaps the strongest person I'll ever meet.
That hard working spirit I wish to emulate.
Just too damn bright.
Dispite my father irresponsibility...
Her words to always remember my lost father echos...
Wish I to protest?
I'm out done.
God bless her soul.
Though she was a sort of childlike to begin with, almost naive to towards others, she would tell no lie.
I wish she did.
She wouldn't be tricked as much by others.
She was the true dere dere.
...albeit tragic.
Even till the ripe age of 39.
She was always cheerful...
, regardless whether or not she had enough to pay for electricity.
Or when we ate restaurant scraps for dinner.
(I mean those aged dried chicken nuggets were my childhood delight)
Or when we had to sell our house?
...Trice over.
Perhaps it was her upbringing?
She was from a poorer upbringing.
The past I know not
Perhaps this might be child's play for her.
Such were strong old folks before me...
And child me?
I thought it was the norm.
Hehe
I consider my application on an established university a miracle.
Scholarships were life line.
Though I consider myself average.
As continued on, graduation came.
I'm happy for my mother to have at least live long enough to see me here.
On to a good paying salary.
On to late nights and early schedules.
On to long hours and longer paychecks.
...
...
Her death should have made me question myself.
Idiot!
Fool!
Mentally Retarded!
Morally blind!
Why for did I worked so hard?
What purpose.
Whom shall prosper then?
Nothing...
Silence...
I wish I had hug her more.
I wish I had hug her tighter.
I wish I had hug her longer.
Kiss her and tell her that I love her.
Smell her sweet faint scent.
Look her in the eyes and then mull over every nuance of her face.
So that her impression may last longer in my feeble memory.
So that I feel less lonely all those years...
So this burden may have some warrant.
...
...
Ironically.
A curse to man.
Man does not do what is good for man; Nay not even to himself.
Man does what is familiar; this is his folly.
Haha...
And I died an old age.
No wife no less.
I'm an apathetic machine.
And instead of end.
A new body.
A new chance.
In this world I'm known as with the name Niizuma Shiiori.
I of course did not choose this name, a certain Kami did.
I went along with his arrangements.
For a year I was adopted by my old man Gaius.
Wonder who was older mentally?
He took me in, pity over my plight.
And though I'm grateful for his consideration.
Those who do not work, shall not eat.
I want to at least contribute what little I can.
He reluctantly agreed.
Thus was my child waiter days.
Though I could never repay his kindnesses.
Least I was not an utter burden.
And on the bright side, I've made some pocket money for myself.
This journal was my proof of 2 months worth of work.
Pretty damn proud myself.
And finally the day that things make a sharp turn.
The sort that leave passengers having a audible thump against the car window.
And sweat bullets, whether or not will the air bags bust open.
1 failed rape attempt later.
1 rehap after.
1 road trip following.
And days of negotiating behind the scenes later.
Finally... Some how.
I am the legally adopted daughter of high nobility.
Color me surprised,
I'm astonished; blown away.
Unc... err father John.
My deepest regards and sympathy for him taking me under his wings.
I hope I don't disappoint.
...
....
...
At the moment I'm wondering what to do.
I'm reading a book, recommended to me by father John.
Preliminaries for school.
Luckily nothing too difficult.
It's like back too highschool.
Helps me think?
Ah yes...
Perhaps I might fill some empty pages with a sketch.
Or not, why would I?
Some scratch paper between the pages would suffice.
I'll admit, drawing isn't exactly my strongest suit... I'll try my best.
This is me... I guess?
Best efforts.
Current me living at Father John's Grand Estate.
He thinks this looks wonderful on me and is frankly his first second gift after the necklace.
Cute dress; I like how he smiles whenever I wear this for him.
For me, it's what I usually wear anyways.
I'm very grateful and would cherish this.
Which is why I would never wear this on my bed.
It'll wrinkle it!
His proposal then was madness I say!
Also while I'm at it, here's another sketch about my uniform when I last worked for the bearded axe.
Sleeves were a big deal to me as they not only keep warmth but help hide my arm.
I had to stich a tear on my left sleeve one day, haha.
But I think I did a pretty good job.
With elbow grease, I manage to minimize it's appearance.
Obviously I won't draw it here tehe~
Also luckily because of the extensive resources located at father John's library, I managed to find a map.
A map!
Finally able to see the outside world.
My curiosity possessed me.
I... Forget how many hours I stared on the map.
Tracing every river and mountain ridge with my finger.
And pronouncing every city I can lay my eyes on.
It took me awhile untill it dawned on me, I wanted this on my journal as well.
Though I do have a decent grasp on the map, I'd like a physical map better.
Side note that the real geography when visiting might differ from the map in actuality.
It's not exactly GPS per say.
Welp...
Time to do my best at cartography then.
I... couldn't bother to draw the individual cities but I'll guess it'll do for now.
At least the contours are decent.
Need not bring a map over from the library if need ever arises.
Ahh....
Father John did mention that I'll attend a school at Engrhoma...
But it's so far north, an island no less...
But... I guess I shouldn't complain.
On the bright side, I can't wait becoming a student.
I wonder how it'll compare to schools on Earth.
Hmmm...
I think that's just about it.
My story beyond me is still far ahead.
And I'm sure there's more to come.
But for now.
I guess I'll depart from my writings here.
By :
Niizuma Shiiori,
Takashi Maeda.
~Sela~
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By : Joshua J. Kusuma
December 22th, 2020
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Current Character Status :
Race : Ancient Pure-blood Vampire
Sex : Female
Age : Uncertain/Uncleared (Immortal)
Name : Niizuma Shiori
Title : {Other Worlder}
{Vampire Princess}
{Gaius's Daughter}
{John's Daughter}
Level :??
Attribute : All?
MP : 980.000.000/980.000.000 (S+)
HP : 40/40 (G)
STA : 30/50 (G)
AGI : 723.000.000/723.000.000 (S)
Stealth : 210.000.000/210.000.000 (A+)
Capabilities :
Active
[Dimensional Storage lv.1]
[Divine Librarian lv. 5]
[Elemental lv. 4]
[Teleportation lv. 1]
[Blood Healing lv. 2]
[Chaotic Bloodlust lv.1]
[Blood Fallen lv. 1]
[General Blood arts lv. 0]
Passive
[Prestigious Genius : Inactive]
[Wisdom Elder : Inactive]
[Grim Dragon : SEALED]
[Magical Essence Perception]
Note to self :
Due to the hazards posed at high velocity, sprinting is to exercised in caution.
[General Blood arts lv. 0]
I had mister Lybra explain to me.
Long story short, Lybra had access to my skill tree and unsurprisingly uncovered a [talent].
The base talent was to be able to have one's blood store magical manna. Not surprisingly he said as it is a common talent among vampires. Though it's just a talent with no application as it hasn't been improved upon, Hence the lv. 0.
Lybra is doing some very interesting things huh...
Also it seems that at some point,
[Healing Lv. 1] -> [Blood Healing lv. 2]
It changed.
Seems that my blood double as a healing apparatus and a healing potion.
I've happen to stumble on this revelation via paper cut.
And opening my status, surprised me.
That's all from my status... So far
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Author's note :
Thank you for all those who have read thus far.
I wouldn't have gotten here without you folks.
By the way, happy mother's day everyone. Here in Indonesia, we celebrate mother's Day on the 22th of December.
Was it early May in case of the USA?
Man I hope I finish this on time.
Anyway hope you have a good day. And if it's alright, go have a hug or two to mommy, it'll do some good.
You never know when will it be your last.
Also for the pictures and image, I had sourced them from this site.
https://charat.me/en/genesis/
Referring to the character image. Luckily it can produce a large variety of characters design and maintain consistency.
So giving credit where credit is due.
Ah but for the map, that was a old drawing if mine. Will be the basis for the story though.
If you guys want a chapter dedicated to pictures, please let me know in the comments section. I'm not sure if a chapter like that wouldn't disrupt the flow of read for the book.
But I do have some pics saved.
Ohh and one more thing, I'm still still working on the next arc for Niizuma Shiiori, and the writings on her is still very much on the way soon. Hopefully I finish it soon enough.
School vibes~~ ahhh I miss it so.
This is only a filler I say. Fillers.