Chapter : 2

After a making sure the abomination is dead, I gather myself and flee the scene as fast as possible.

I don't know if one of rias devils will appear, or some other stray will just come and finish the job.

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After a demoralizing 15-minute walk, I reach my house

With a heavy heart I jump in the couch head first, I felt relief and anger at the same time.

Relief to survive a sure death encounter, where luck was the only thing that saved me.

And anger at this world, anger at myself.

The idea of living a quit life was an attempt at escaping the shitty reality that I was in.

I realize this now, nobody is going to protect me, nobody will grieve if I died at that warehouse. 

Heck, the devils probably would've done some mind probing bullshit to make sure the reason for my death stayed a secret to the general populace.

In the world where the strong thrive and the weak die in the shadow.

The only way to survive is to be the strong enough, how much is enough, I am not sure, but it must be a lot.

So now I need to plan for the future, gather strength, and get respect.

I need first to understand the feet that came from the earth, I remember it vanished to dust after a while from tripping the man-eating lion.

Something in me tells me the feet was my own ability, from what I can tell it must've awakened at the moment I was closest to death.

From memory of the show, I know sacred gears manifest when their owner imagines the strongest form in their mind, what could trigger such activation in that specific moment?

Oh, ..... I know, I must've imagined death for it to activate.

To test my theory I focus my mind and picture the grim reaper in all his might, his scythe, his cold hollow eyes looking at me, for just a second I am surprised to see the manifestation of a frail looking arm above the couch.

So this is my ability, as expected. It's nothing much, a worse version of Kiba gear, while he has swords capable of destruction, I have legs and arms that can trip people at best.

 Huh.... No, I can't just give up because my sacred gear doesn't look too promising, this is a matter of life and death and I already lost my first life.

Let's see what are the limit of this power now, shall we.

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Yeah, I'm cooked.

This gear ability to disappoint me is far more powerful than its actual ability.

To summarize my findings in one sentence, I will say in a battle, it will be far better to fight with a dozen severed broken limbs than to use this ability.

The arm (or leg whatever you are into) creation time is fast if you want to generate something frail and semi useless, but when you need to create a stronger extremity you need almost 1 minute to do so, strong in this case means something on par with my regular arm strength which is not a lot

Not to mention the radius of it is so small, almost 5 meters in diameter, small enough to invalidate the whole reason to even use it, at this distance it's better to use your own arms.

The motor skills of the whatever I make are clumsy at best, absolute unusable without focus.

So nothing in here signifies hope, not even a fighting chance.

This forces me to go with my plan B, focus on magic and body.

Magic is a hard subject, I 'don't even know where to start with it, not enough knowledge to practice, but in all stories that I know of the way to use magic is to feel mana so that's where I will start.

For body, I need to change my schedule to add training time in the evening, bodily strength is still important in the supernatural world.

With thoughts of the future clouding my head, I look at the clock in the wall to see it was 7:00 PM I decide to go on a run clearing my head and to start my body plan.

'It is still early for the dinner with the old man at 8:00 PM' thinking to myself, as I go outside

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Standing outside a large wooden house, I can't help myself, but to think their owner must be loaded with cash to the teeth.

'How lucky am I for the owner to be legal guardian', is what I think as I enter using my spare key.

"It seems you've missed me a lot to be here this early" I hear a hoarse voice say as I was taking of my shoes off, looking up I was meet with a short hunchback bald old man, he was the one responsible for Takara Naoki, his legal guardian after the death of his father.

Naoki was already an orphan when his mother died at his birth, later her husband followed her to the afterlife after he died of a heart attack, leaving him with this harmless looking old man named Toji, His father friend to be his guardian.

Toji was very suspicious to me when I transmigrated here, but after investigating But I found nothing about him, he did not take advantage of Naoki money, nor was he involved in his father death.

He was a nice old man that helped the boy, and he was my ball and chain here, he does not want to leave kuoh because his wife grave was in here, and any attempts to convince him of moving pretty much have gone to the drain.

"How can I not miss my favorite old man in all of kuoh" is what I say as I smile to the man, he shoots back "quite harsh, for your knowledge I still have 20 years in me at least" I smile "sure you do"

I go and prepare for our weekly dinner every Monday.

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