Rito looked around, he was internally panicking—the control he had of his body felt choppy, not like his.
He felt leaner, taller, his eye sight that has been worn down by years sitting in the dark on his phone felt clear as day.
A head of sweat rolled over his forehead down to his chin as he took a moment to steady himself.
He took a deep breath in.
And out.
He was adapting to this bogus new body of his that he was seemed to gifted after he tragically had a heart attack after thinking he got hit by a tractor.
He looked around again, took a goodluck.
He seemed to be in what resembled to be a part of Japan, sakura blossom trees made him think that.
Cause hell he has never seen them outside of Japan, stereotypical? Yes.
Did he care.
Fuck no.
The path he was standing in seemed to bautling with people, it seemed to be early-ish morning.
And to his left was a small business station occupied by a few people waiting for the bus.
He was trying to recognise where he was but it seemed impossible because no matter how much he pondered his brain couldn't peace together where he was.
And something to mention he felt weird, like a brand new washing machine, not a repaired one but a completely new one with the same system.
He then looked at the clothes he was wearing as he was worried that in the transmigration between his old body and this new one he didn't get clothes.
But that was not the case.
He was wearing a red blazer that seemed to be polyester? Or whatever it was with yellow lines going around the edges.
He was wearing a full leg length green pant that didn't seem the most flexible, and somehow he completely overlooked the fact, that in his hand was a bag.
Not the typical school bag, it was something like a handbag. Or was it a school bag? He remembers thats how they look in typical animes that have school as a theme.
His brain seemed to tick as he began subconsciously walking to the bus stand as if he knew that's what he had to do.
'This is classroom of the elite!' he mused internally.
He stood for a few minutes blankly staring ahead at the road infront of him.
The bus came, it was a red ish bus he didn't know how to describe it, how could he when he doesn't even know who's body he is right now?
He looked around inside the buss and found a vacant seat, perhaps the last vacant seat available.
He rushed to it beating out an woman in her 30's.
'fuck off bitch! This is my seat'
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A few minutes pass as the bus gets going, he noticed a few other people around his age where wearing the same uniform as him, all engrossed in their own way of waiting for their destination.
While he himself was looking out the window.
He could feel his heart doing the annoying thing where it beats like really fast, it wasn't he was nervous.
Once again it's such an odd feeling occupying a new body suddenly one that doesn't belong to you especially after the heart attack he just had.
The boy in the seat infront of him had brown hair, and eyes he remembers all too well.
While admiring dadd— I mean the boy infront of him. Rito watched as a blonde haired girl infront of the bus had a face of concern.
"Can someone please give up their seats to this old lady?" She asked her voice laced with concern.
The girl clearly referred to the lady standing next to herz own seemed to be in her 70's at the very least.
She did the thing where she was bending slightly down hands behind her back, you couldn't see her eyes in typical anime fashion.
She had wrinkles all over he face and body, the epitome of a standard 'oba-san' or whatever.
I am describing all this very close to detail right now as this was the only rito noticed before ultimately looking else where.
Though he knew that some sort of moral delima was formed here that would come to haunt them all later for good or worse who knows?
Afterall rito didn't read the Light novel past year 2 volume 7 he got pissed after(spoiler warning)
Yagami got expelled
He lost interest in the novel as the moment he started to realise that all the side characters are dumb just to let the MC shine.
Though in yagami's case he couldn't really tell he just hated the descision to write off potentially the only villian that could give ayanokoji a run for his money.
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The bus came to an eventual halt infront of a massive compound that expanded across many acres—though he couldn't directly tell it was clear how big the place really was.
As he stepped out of the bus he looked down his neck really hurt from slouching on that uncomfortable bus seat for god knows how long?
Hell it was either slouching or sitting straight with a good posture like a psychopath! I mean who the fuck does that?
Though his expenditure came to a halt as;
[System Initiated!]
[Welcome host!]
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Short chapter one cuz lowkey I am making this past and healthy sleep schedule and I got like 2 unfinished assignments lmaoooo