Chapter 18

"Isse no sei de fumikomu go raaain Bookura wa! Nani mo, nani mooo!! Mada Shirannnu!!"

XX

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"....Obeite nai koto mo….Takusan Attaa DaarrrouuoooOO. Dare Mo, Kare Mo, Siiiilhoueeettto."

In the shower, John hummed an old song from his past life. He sang that song while still loving a certain work of art about ninjas.

Growing up, though, his love for it varied depending on the season…No, to be more exact, his love for some people with bad eyesight faded.

Yes, that was more precise.

XX

Done washing after a good fuck— one that put his hardworking mom to sleep— John lay on his bed.

The boy observed the walls of his room. The silhouette of his body, flickering due to the car lights outside his window.

"Nightfall really is a strange thing…It comes no matter how hard you try to escape it, and it cleanses away the most unclean thoughts."

"Thankfully, I was always born for the night."

Recalling a certain point about the story his brother read for him tonight, John thought. The next moment he went to sleep.

Yes, though he was restless and had persistent vitality, he wasn't possessed by some old eastern demon or something. It was still possible for him to accept the natural order of things and sleep things off with a coolheaded mind.

If he didn't, things unfamiliar such as suddenly speaking a sacred and foreign tongue he didn't courteously learn or borrow, might happen the next morning. Sleep was an important thing for everybody, even if transient. Unless one intended to live in a bubble, space, or dimension box forever.

In there...The evil, manufactured, borrowed thoughts were of little consequence to some slow and stubborn animals who abandoned manners and spiritual eyesight years past.

XX

"Fuck, I thought about that shitty cultivation story from Terry all night…I'm never reading that kind of book with him again."

The next morning, John woke up, cultivation thoughts in his mind. Well, failed cultivation, to be more exact. It wasn't easy to reach the apex with recklessness and stupidity.

John found Andrea, his new sister, going to the kitchen.

"Yo!" John said when he saw her.

"..." Andy just glared for a few seconds and resumed eating.

"Planning to go to school today?" John asked, surprised. Did that girl finally want to learn from experienced seniors? People with hands-on and real-life experience weren't to be taken lightly.

"What do you want me to do? Stay home and masturbate? I can't even watch porn the same way anymore…." Andy complained. His efforts were fruitless, so what could he do? Kill his brother?

It would be good if it was so easy to kill that devil. Also, he didn't want to admit that he used to love him and still had some love for him.

When Andy's thoughts went in a strange direction at some point, and he blushed, John spoke:

"You watched porn yesterday?"

"Yes, and?" Andy scowled.

"How did that feel?" John asked very curiously. "Do you like dick now?"

"Shut up before I slit your throat with this knife, John!" Andy stood and shouted.

"Hey! Easy guys!" Terry ran out of his room and came between his brothers. "What's going on?"

"Andy likes cock now…" John said and sat at the table to eat some eggs.

"Your mother likes cock, asshole!" Andy shouted.

"..." John wanted to say it was true, but he just smiled instead.

XX

On the way to the subway, Andy was so incensed that John discovered maybe he should tone down the goading. He could free him from his womanly limitations or share the secrets of his great changeover.

John, however, wasn't someone to make the same mistakes more than three times. In the recollections, not just the Bogard ones, he'd always been understanding with shitheads like Andy.

As far as he knew, Andy never had such an elaborate heritage as him. Which included very explosive BBC roots. African ones. His brother, or sister now, wouldn't like his recommendations concerning spirituality, inspiration, or life changes. Little dick energy wasn't easy to adjust, and a quiet and uneventful Andy was a more helpful Andy too.

"Alright, bro, this is where we part," John spoke when they arrived at the subway station, at the stairs leading underground. Not just literally, since starting today, they would take very distinct life paths.

"What do you mean?" Andy asked, confused. "Aren't you coming down?"

"No, I'll move horizontally. Vertical stuff isn't for me." John said. The next moment, when he ran off, he left his silent sibling behind.

Whether he understood or not, John stopped minding.

XX

Finally free from the gloomy and shady Andy, John felt good. Running towards his high school, when he got close, he made a stop at a convenience store.

There was something he wanted to buy.

He found what he was looking for through the smoking and alcohol departments.

Yes, he intended to have a drink and some smokes at school…The alcohol, he didn't have any excuses for it, but his Bogard body was addicted to cigarettes.

Mentally speaking, John was fifty. So while he could be a serious and sober student, he wanted to do his own thing during recess.

While he had plans to seduce and fuck his new school harem, he also had to seek other thrills...

'Or maybe we could just drink together on the roof?' Not sure he wanted to be a bad influence on Ghislaine, Baiken, and his sister, John supposed. There was a bottle of liquor in his hand.

John was manly and relatively tall, with a height of 181cm. But his face clearly gave off that 15-year-old vibe. So when he did what he did, people in the store glanced at him with judging faces and odd grins.

It wasn't prohibited for teenagers to buy alcohol and smokes in Central City. But they would pay a sort of tax levied by the government. One that goes into someone's school and university records and changes a lot of shit concerning life options, in case someone is mediocre.

John, however, didn't care at all. Mediocre? He would be a useless reincarnator if he was with Juhachi's gifts. With his minor-healing ability, smoking and drinking would leave no traces on his body or the body of his friends...

Realizing that, John stopped hesitating. His reincarnation was all about hard work and great fun, it seemed. The pleasure was the theme here.

Just when he was done taking what he needed, ready to go pay, John noticed someone he thought he recognized.

"Isn't that the orc girl from yesterday? Who's that with her?" The young man saw four orcs standing together in the snacks and juice department. And out of the four, he recognized one. That one was the girl who spoke meanly to him in the subway yesterday. The three others had pinkish skin and green skin for one.

But that one with green skin soared over the others with her height. She was also bull-necked and very thickset. And she didn't look like a kid, more like someone old enough to be their mom.

'Fuck, that one is tall.' When John stared a little too long while walking, he accidentally crashed into something behind him.

*Thud*

"Watch where you walk, asshole!" The person he crashed or rather bumped into yelled immediately and fell with a light thud. John also heard the sound of a falling basket and other items.

"Mm? Sorry…" The young man turned, planning to apologize and assist the person he inconvenienced while he walked backward. But then he saw someone he recognized. To be more accurate, he recognized two but only knew one intimately.

"Teacher Mizuki?" John's eyes enlarged. His P.E. teacher was helping up the woman he collided with.

"Korra, are you okay?" Ignoring John, Mizuki asked with a worried look.

'Korra?' John's eyes squinted when he heard the name. '...Really, that Korra?'

"Aren't you going to help me grab my stuff, you jerk?" After Mizuki helped her up, the woman said, glowering with lovely blue eyes. She was a true beauty. Mature and feminine but also very muscled, just like John's teacher.

Yes, this Korra was riper than he remembered. A lot more.

"Oh, sorry…" Dazed for a moment, John forgot he had not just bumped into the woman but her shopping basket as well.

When he was grabbing apples and other stuff that fell, Mizuki, who eventually recognized him, said hurriedly and with the same energy as usual:

"John? What are you doing here? I was so anxious about my girlfriend just now, but fancy meeting you here…Oh, but what are you doing with that bottle? You're not planning to drink, are you?"

'Girlfriend?!'

John didn't have the time to be shocked long. When he was examining the famous tanned skin, the haircut, and the blue eyes, from behind him, a girl exclaimed:

"Korra? Korra! Is that you?! Are you back in the city?!"

John, who had only seen a few episodes of Korra, only had time to reckon that the haircut he remembered was different. When he turned, he saw that tall beefy green orc from earlier running towards them, waving her arm and hollering. Her expression was a mix of delight, incredulity, and excitement.

XX

John was meeting an eccentric family of orcs. The Alpacas family. And he was making friends with two sisters with pretty-pink skin.

At that moment, one he had met yesterday in the subway didn't like him very much. But that didn't matter because something more important was happening elsewhere in Central city…

Two cousins who came to cause trouble and other things had just landed at the airport.

Looking at his little cousin, Ken Masters was ready to issue a lengthy warning. The one he gave on the flight was too brief.

"Why are we here again, Baki?" Ken wore very large and useful sunglasses, even if they were ugly, when he asked again. He looked like he was asking his younger cousin some great existential question.

"Why are we here again? That's what I wanted to ask, bro...When did we even get here? I haven't slept enough." Baki yawned, scratched his head, and said. After dozing off in the spaceship, he forgot why he was sent here.

"..." Ken's face turned dark hearing the answer.

After a long sigh, the next moment, he facepalmed, touched his cousin's shoulder, and said:

"Thinking isn't for you, Baki. Forget anything I spoke and leave the arrangements to me."

"Alright, then." Baki didn't care much. He said, "I'm hungry. Shouldn't we go and eat something over there?"

The young man was pointing toward a lunchroom.

"Mom told me to take care of you. I can't let you eat airport or any other junk food. Also, those pesky reporters may identify me too early if we linger around here..." Ken said, reminding.

"No junk food? What are we supposed to eat then? I don't have a lot of money, bro..." Baki said, worried. After he said, he searched his pockets since his dad sent him without cash. The mom he depended upon to eat was killed by him too...It wasn't like he liked that dad, but he had to lean on his connections and endure his trials until he was strong enough to take revenge. That would be the greatest irony.

...Baki Hanma, 15. A teenager, more lazy than idiotic, had come to cause trouble for someone with a personality and a talent even nastier...

XX

"Who's talking about me?" John sneezed suddenly and out of nowhere.

"Are you okay?" Lisa, the oldest and sexiest of the two Alpacas sisters he quickly made friends with, asked him.

Interestingly, they weren't in the convenience store but heading for school together...The boy did move fast. Another quick thing was that the girl had been staring at the area between his legs since earlier. Call it orc instinct or something else, from time to time, as if hungry, or maybe nympho, Lisa seemed to have quickly and perfectly-identified a monster.