《The Making of a God Slayer》Prologue: Tsubame
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(Akatsuki's POV)
(Tarou): "Come on! You're blind! How can you kick my ass every time we play this shit?!"
Screamed my best friend, Hirama Tarou. I laughed at him.
(Akatsuki): "I don't need to see what I'm doing to kick your ass, Tarou! It's just you who sucks at this!"
(Tarou): "Come on! We're playing Street Fighter! How do you do that?! Teach me!"
I felt him grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. I bet he's crying right now while yelling that.
(Mirai): "Come on, Nii-san! Don't shake Tsubame like that!"
Said my other friend, the "idol" from our school and Tarou's little sister, Hirama Mirai. She's a gentle girl that I met right after I entered high school. We are at their house right now, since we are neighbors, playing Tarou's PS4.
(Tarou): "But Mirai! How can I, the third best player of Street Fighter in the world, lose to Tsubame without being able to land even a hit on him?!?!"
(Mirai): "Because you suck, of course."
She said in a deadpan tone.
(Tarou): "It hurts! The betrayal of my sister hurts!"
I laughed hard at that while Tarou cried like a little baby. After chatting for some time, I decided to go home. Mirai and Tarou followed me to the door of their house. As Mirai opened the door, I noticed something in the air.
(Akatsuki): "Oh, it seems that it will rain later..."
I heard a cute little giggle from Mirai. I also heard Tarou's sigh.
(Tarou): "Shit, and I can't even ask if you are serious... your nickname's Tsubame after all..."
(Akatsuki): "Hahaha, thank you."
I said as I walked out with my cane in hand, touching the ground ahead of me. My nickname, Tsubame, means Swallow. Mirai gave me this nickname not long after we met. It's because I practically never miss a prediction about rain, like a swallow. (In Japan, it's believed that swallows can predict when it's going to rain.)
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Well, it's easy for me, since my other senses are incredibly sharp. I can practically smell the rain. Also, my senses were trained, since my mother and older sister practice martial arts and kenjutsu. It's more because of my sister, as she refused to let me depend on others due to my blindness, so she forced me into Spartan training.
Well, Mirai and Tarou told me that you can only notice that I practice martial arts if you see me without my shirt, so that you can see my muscles. I slowly walked home, which is right beside the siblings' house. I opened the gate and took out my keys to the house. After I opened the door, I shouted:
(Akatsuki): "Tadaima!"
(Misaki): "Oh! Tsuba! Okaeri!"
(Hikari): "Akatsuki! Okaeri!"
(Akatsuki): "Um! I'm home, Kaa-chan, Misaki-nee."
I walked inside after taking out my shoes. Dad isn't home since the year has started when he went to EUA to work. Also, tomorrow is the first day of class after our vacation. After some time, when I was in my room reading, I could smell something delicious downstairs. I'm looking forward to dinner~...
(Mirai's POV)
After we sent Tsubame off, we went back to Tarou's room to keep playing. It was rare for me to play with my brother, but after I met Tsubame, my interest for games grew a lot. It's simply amazing to see Tsuba, who's completely blind and always walking with his closed eyes, playing like a master.
As we play, we chatted for a bit.
(Tarou): "Dammit, Tsuba is awesome as always..."
(Mirai): "Yes, he really is."
(Tarou): "So, when you will confess to him?"
I blushed instantly and kicked him. He let out a yelp of pain before laughing at me. Yes, I'm in love with the man know as Yakumo Akatsuki. Tarou put his controller down as the notification of "you are winner" played across the screen and then he looked at me. My brother is an incredibly handsome man.
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He has short, black hair and bright, green eyes. Our mother is from England and our father from Japan, and both of them are incredibly beautiful. I'm more like father: black, straight hair to my waist and black eyes. My body also has perfect proportions, with slightly big breasts and a round butt.
I'm known at school as "Yamato Nadeshiko."
(Tarou): "But well... I could barely believe when we met Tsuba... to think that someone like him could exist..."
Yes. Tsuba always was someone who could surprise you. We began to hang out together after Tsuba became friends with Tarou, since they were together in same class. The first thing that surprised us was how he was able to predict the rain. The second was when some delinquents tried to intimidate us when we were walking on the streets and Tsuba wiped the ground with their faces.
When I first met him, I didn't think too much of him. What I saw was a boy with wavy black hair that grew to just under his neck. His skin was pale: classic of someone who always stayed inside. He was fairly handsome, and had a gentle smile.
He was the first person that treated me as a normal girl, not the idol from school. Gentle, patient and mature, but surprisingly funny and sometimes childish. I fell for him after a short time. He became essential for me and my brother.
(Mirai): "Well, classes start tomorrow, so I'll go make dinner and go to sleep."
(Tarou): "Bullshit! I know that you are going to bed early so that you can meet him earlier tomorrow!"
I walked out of the room after kicking the face of my brother.
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