From the age of 4, I was trained to be a killing machine because I acquired a power for that, I didn't like that. I didn't want to see people suffer. It hurt me to hurt them, but my power seemed more like a curse than a power because, in addition to being able to use anything as a weapon, it has the disadvantage that there is a 90% chance that I will have a fit of rage at the first provocation. The first time it happened to me was on Monday, February 28, 2011.
Teacher: "Children, this is our new classmate. I hope you get along well with him."
Teacher: "Akira, why don't you introduce yourself?"
Akira Matsumoto: "My name is Akira Matsumoto" (a little nervous).
Some children: "Ooh, he has yellow hair and blue eyes."
Some children: "It's like in the movies."
Tristan Isolda-He's getting all the attention, which cost me so much.
Tristan Isolda-Hahaha, what a silly last name you have. Are you a motorcycle?
When Akira saw that someone else was making fun of his last name, he attacked the boy who made fun of him.
As a result, I was given a one-month warning. Instead of helping me with that, my parents congratulated me for hitting that boy, saying that I had defended our last name. I didn't know if that was good or bad.
Monday, March 28, 2011
???(1) Hey, isn't that the guy who attacked Tristan?
???(2) Yes, it is. Don't look at him. He might do the same to us.
???(1) How scary.
???(3) My dad told me to stay away because that guy was dangerous.
Akira would just listen but not say anything.
Monday, April 4, 2011
A week later, I was still alone. No one wanted to come near me. The boy I hit didn't even look at me. Even so, someone would come up to me and ask if we could be friends.
But a girl would grab the boy's arm and tell him to go away, that this boy was dangerous.
The girl would be scared when she saw me because I would get up. She would have thought that I was angry, but I would just go somewhere else. The boy would follow me anyway, so I would ask him
Akira Matsumoto: What do you want?
Boy: I want to be your friend.
Akira Matsumoto: Yeah, right, as if that would ever happen. Don't bother.
Boy: I mean it. I want to be your friend.
Akira Matsumoto: Why would you want to be friends with someone dangerous?
Boy: You don't seem dangerous.
Akira Matsumoto: Do whatever you want.
Boy: Yeah, now that we're friends, I'll tell you my name.
Boy: My name is Wataru Yoshida, and the girl who was with me earlier was my cousin.
Akira Matsumoto: Okay.
Wataru Yoshida: What do you want to play?
Akira Matsumoto: Anything is fine.
That day I made my first friend, but just as quickly as I made him, he left. The following year he changed schools and I was left alone again. Since I had nothing left, I decided to do what my parents wanted: become a hitman. But to do that, I had to train my powers. The first thing I did was to give up this weak attitude, or at least that's what my parents call it.
Later on, I killed several important figures, all of them evil, because I had a code of ethics that I would not kill innocent people.
And so I arrived at the academy, obviously without saying that I was a hitman.
One day we were fighting each other, and as often happens, someone made fun of my name. I got angry and attacked him. It was allowed at first because it was combat, but I kept hitting him even though he had surrendered. Some tried to stop me, but I hit them all and kept going until a teacher stopped me and took me to the principal's office. The principal didn't suspend me, but he told me I had to learn to control myself so it wouldn't happen again. I think the guy who made fun of me was named Min Son.
Akira Matsumoto: Well, that's all. Now you remember me.
Wataru Yoshida: I apologize, but no.
Akira Matsumoto: It was inevitable. Well, thanks for following me. I won't bother you anymore. You can leave now.
Akira Matsumoto: "Too bad. I thought we could talk like before."
Wataru Yoshida: Hey, I know I may not remember you, but if you want, we can be friends.
Akira Matsumoto—Are you serious?
Wataru Yoshida—Yes, why not? Besides, it looks like someone wants to join us.
Wataru Yoshida—Or am I lying, Hana?
Hana Watanabe—Well, you caught me. Looks like you have three eyes, Wataru.
Hana Watanabe—I came to see what was going on with you two.
Hana Watanabe: How have you been, Akira? From what I heard, you had a rough time.
Akira Matsumoto: Yes, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is that someone wants to kill Wataru.
Akira Matsumoto: Today, you should take a different route. I'm saying this for both of your safety.
Wataru Yoshida: Yes, we were going to do that anyway. I have to work.
Hana Watanabe: What if we talk to the police?
Wataru Yoshida: That's a good idea.
Akira Matsumoto: I don't think it will work. The police will ask for evidence, and we don't have any, so they'll just leave us hanging.
Hana Watanabe: Oh, right, we don't have any evidence.
Wataru Yoshida: Well, I have no choice but to face them. Stay calm, I'll defeat them.
Akira Matsumoto: Are you sure, Wataru? They're probably at least Class A.
Hana Watanabe: We can help you.
Wataru Yoshida: No, I can defeat them. Besides, I have something that will make it easier for me.
Akira Matsumoto: Are you sure, Wataru? Look, they're probably at least Class A.
Hana Watanabe: We can help you.
Wataru Yoshida: No, I can defeat them. Besides, I have something that will make it easier for me.
10:05 PM
Three people would approach Wataru and try to kill him, but he would dodge them.
Wataru Yoshida: Well, I expected that. You can tell they're hungry for money.
Wataru would raise his hand, pointing at one of the hitmen, and shout, "FIERY EXPLOSION!"
Immediately, a flame would shoot out of Wataru's hand, surprising the three hitmen. Two would dodge it, but one would be hit by the flame.
The guy would be completely burned, looking like a piece of charcoal.
Hitman (1): He's not dead, is he?
Hitman (2): He's alive, he must have just fainted.
Wataru Yoshida: "Shit, my hand got burned too."