《Reincarnated in TTIGRAAS For Fun》Part- 12 ( Hanma's Past )
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Hanma's POV-
Hanma was thinking about his past life in high school.
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18 years old Ryo studying in high school, last day of high school.
Life is a pain in the lower rear, I think most of us would agree with that at least. For most of my life, I had some lingering thoughts in my mind. After all, I was an orphan in a way.
I was beating a kid with my three friends who studied in my class with full of rage in an empty classroom.
I was angry because my father kicked me out of the house at the age of 15 because he didn't want a kid. My mother had died when I was being born. I was living with my father or should I say I was living hell everyday. My father used to beat me until he got tired. It was the daily routine.
Compared to the kids who said life was hard because they couldn't buy lunch one day for the week. I had much more problems than that.
Ryo (In mind)- Just how cruel can this world be. I didn't choose this path. I was forced to go along with it.
(Just imagine Ryo beating his classmate)
I was taking out my rage on my classmate. He was a popular kid in the school which made me very angry because his eyes... His eyes always looked at me as if I was some kind of trash.
"Why are your eyes like that? It seems that you don't know how it feels to live this kind of life."
I can't control myself seeing other people looking at me as if I am some trash. So, I had fun while beating him everyday.
- Are you ready for today's beating, Mr. Popular?
I said with a smile but rage inside me.
He didn't say anything as he thought that it would make the beating worse than usual.
Today, I got on top of him and started beating his face. His nose was bleeding and he was coughing blood.
- Please stop...
My classmate said with a low voice.
But, it didn't matter to me as his face looked like he was laughing at me because of my life.
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- Why, why does beating you make me even more angrier?
I had done robberies, getting in people's house and beating them. Of course, I had done it while wearing a black hoodie at night.
I was not in this kind of job when I was with my father. But, when he kicked me out of the house, I roamed the streets for hours.
I got in this business by a man who was smoking at the corner of the street. He told me to steal things and bring it to him. The share of money we will get will be 50-50. I couldn't do this job alone so I told some students from my high school to join me as they had a somewhat similar condition like me.
For 4 years, I and my friends were never caught by anyone. Every month, we would steal something valuable from a rich person's house.
But today, my face was recorded in a CCTV whose house we were stealing from. He took out a gun from a desk. We could not do anything but run away from there.
The man didn't shoot but while we were running my hoodie came off and my face was recorded in the CCTV. I fucked up real bad. We escaped from the house but now they know my face.
I thought that this is the time when my so called friends would kill me so that they don't get caught.
But...
- If we are going to get caught, then it's okay. I was ready for this when something like this happened.
One of my friends said with a smile.
The others agreed with him.
Now, we are currently here, beating up my classmate as we would get arrested anyway. I was taking out my anger because of everything that had happened till now.
- Let me break a bone of his.
My friend took a baseball bat and hit his leg very hard.
But, my classmate didn't scream as he looked dead or was unconscious.
- Stop!
I looked back to see a policeman.
- So, we are finally getting arrested.
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I was then sentenced for 5 years in jail as my classmate was not dead.
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The life in the prison was difficult but it wasn't as difficult as living with my father.
After 5 years-
I was released from prison and I came to know that my father had died in a fire accident. His inheritance money was given to me, his only child.
It was enough money for me so that I could live for four-five years.
I got a normal office job and soon I became a normal office worker leading a normal life. But, I still think today that what are my friends are doing nowadays. Are they in the same path as before or leading a normal life?
I was deciding to get in the same path as before but watching animes stopped me. I was getting a lot of fun by watching it. And now, I am literally in an anime. How would I not enjoy this?
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Hanma opened his eyes and said.
- I guess it's time now for the attack.
The fire raising in the Ogre's village could be seen from the tree where Hanma was sitting on.
He rushed towards the Ogre's village.
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I got inside the village of the Ogres and it was getting attacked by the orcs. I could see burning huts and dead bodies of Ogre's that were getting eaten by the orcs.
- Now, Skill Creation!
Active Skill: Soul Barrier (? Rank)
Description: Traps the souls inside the barrier. The size of the barrier depends on the user. The barrier will be invisible to everyone except the user.
- Now, Soul Bar-
I was going to use my Skill but I saw a kid running towards me. He had about 7 orcs chasing behind him.
- *sigh* Guess, I have to save him first.
I walked towards the boy but it looked like that he was a bit surprised that there was a human in the Ogre's village when it was getting attacked by the Orcs.
The boy was a bit surprised that his foot hit a stone and he fell down.
An orc raised his axe to cut down the boy.
I was about 19 meters away from the kid but I used my punch and the air pressure from my punch killed the orc. Seeing this, the other 7 orcs ate their fallen comrade.
The boy ran towards me and hid behind me.
"Is he trusting me?"
I thought.
- Hey, ogre boy. Run towards the forest. They will not be able to follow you there.
The boy nodded at me and ran towards the forest.
- Now.
I looked towards the orcs as they had finished eating their comrade.
- I though that I could have made that my shadow but it's fine because there are seven of you.
Hanma sent a barrage of punches at the orcs. The air pressure killed them. Their insides had flew out.
I looked at the corpses and said.
- Rise.
The orcs rose from death and bowed down to me.
- Kill any orcs that you see here.
They followed my order and went towards the orcs that were coming towards me.
"Now that this is taken care of. Now, Soul Barrier!"
A huge barrier surrounded the village. I looked around and saw many blue orbs.
"I guess those are the soul."
I said.
- Now, Personal World!
I raised my hand towards the sky and shouted.
A small white blackhole formed on my hand and started sucking the blue orbs.
- Now, I gotta get inside my personal world.
I closed my eyes and whispered
- Personal World.
As I opened my eyes, I saw a white looking world. The floor looked white and the sky looked white but there were blue orbs there. There was no end to this world in whichever direction I saw.
- Wow, it's my first time entering here but it surprises me that it's so large.
Hanma looked with astonishment around the world.
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- I should get a little serious.
Hanma closed his eyes and thought about something.
Suddenly, two chair and a desk appeared. The chairs were at the opposite side of the table.
Hanma sat at one and was smiling.
- Finally, this is the time when I make my army even more powerful and also get some citizens for my empire!
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