Today was Wednesday, an important day for humanity, no not really, just an important day for my existence only. Would I possibly gain an ally that I could rant to about the system and its shenanigans? Only on today's episode in Would You Rather. My mind went off track. Right. I was about to uncover whenever Wakasa was brave enough to accept my proposal of hearing out the tale of my origin.

So right now here I was in front of his gym, as I came here straight from school. There was still roughly half an hour before my training session would begin, perhaps it was enough time to discuss my story in full.

I proceeded to open the doors, looking inside as if it was my first time here, scanning my surroundings for the search of the male in question. My eyes met with Wakasa's and before I could even question if he wanted to proceed with the conversation now or later, he asked Benkei to look after the gym, as he dragged me inside the staff room. I and Benkei both were taken aback by his action.

"We have half an hour, so let's hear that story of yours." Still, in shock, my brain was running on chaos autopilot mode.

"Never thought you be so eager, are you perhaps interested in me?" I joked, but he didn't seem to have taken my words seriously.

"I tried to do some research, and found Lucid Dreaming was a thing." Oh right, I totally forgot this was still the times before the internet boom, you probably wouldn't be swarmed with information unless you decided to search it out on your own time. No wonder he never heard of the term.

"Is that what took place, with you and your Arabian Nights?"

"Perhaps..." I gave him a vague answer since I wasn't too sure. Maybe we were stuck in a simulation that the system created. But then it hit me, the mission implied that we would share our dreams, if it could dump me in another dimension altogether, linking someone's dreams shouldn't have been a problem.

"We just happened to share our dreams for that specific night." Since he seemed curious and willing to hear me out, I was about to drop a bomb in his face but got interrupted.

"What about the near-death experience then? Like I doubt that there is any possible sickness that can make someone faint where all their vital points are undetectable." Did this guy never read Romeo and Juliet, but then again they did drink poison instead.

"I'm not too sure, if you put some of your time in reading books rather going around and beating people, you would know that there are cases where people are buried alive occasionally." He sent me a glare, probably aware it wasn't the case with me.

"Yes, yes, you got me. It wasn't valid in my case... actually at that point I was dead for whole 12 hours in fact." We just stared at each other, whatever I said was slowly seeping into his brain.

"How is that even possible?" He questioned.

"Well my soul left my body and for the next 12 hours I was just spying on people in a form of a ghost."

"And what then you revived yourself or something?" He seemed a little agitated.

"Kinda yes, although I didn't have to lift a finger." We became engulfed in silence for the next minute or two.

"So let me start it from the beginning." He nodded his head as we sat down on the chairs, his body slumping. It didn't give me an impression of someone being interested in the narrative they were about to hear. I just rolled my eyes at his relaxed posture and began from the start.

"One day I was scrolling thru the web, trying to find some nice games to find..."

"Can't you just get to the point?" Talk about rude, it seemed like Venus agreed with me and decided to give him so kinda punishment thru me.

'Would you rather tell him to shut up and listen or smack him?' At this point, I decided he deserved both.

"Shut up and listen." I smacked him on the shoulder, for interrupting me. Venus seemed to have approved since I was granted both of the rewards, it was the first time it ever happened.

"Now where was I... ah right... I was searching for a game of would you rather to participate in, and then found a link to a quiz. Upon clicking on it I was asked to choose a Japanese name for myself. Considering how a lot of effort must have gone into this site, I decided my time wouldn't be wasted... so I looked up some baby names and typed Michi Hirabayashi." I stopped there, and Wakasa who was slumping in his seat before was now sitting straight anticipating what was going to leave my mouth next.

"Next task was distributing 10 points into five different stats, Intelligence, Luck, Endurance, Agility, and Strength. So I opted to put the most points in both Intelligence and Luck." It seemed like something has connected in his mind.

"I was asked if I wanted to proceed with my choices, and when I agreed suddenly a wave of tiredness hit me, causing me to doze off on my desk. The next thing I knew, I woke up in this world, owning this face as my own. A screen over my head greeted me, telling me. Welcome to Tokyo Revengers." I glanced at him.

"Do you know what it implies?" I asked as he replied.

"Are you trying to tell me you came from a different world?" He questioned as I nodded my head.

"Yep, totally. A time and space, where this world is just a story, where you, Benkei, Takeomi, and Senju are all characters that are part of it."

"This makes no sense, if you are a normal traveler from another world what about all the weird stuff that happens around you?" Wakasa asked.

"Oh, you never read any of the Chinese novels? They nearly always get granted some wacky systems when traveling to other dimensions." It seemed like he never did.

"Anyway... I have a system which gives me wacky quests, where I always get two possibilities to choose from and get points upon completion."

"What happens if you refuse the two quests you are offered?" Waka looked distrustful of my explanation, but at least he was giving me questions to understand the situation better.

"Punishment, usually something weird stuff that lasts for 12 hours, like dying, maybe changing gender." I decided to not add more information just so he could sink in the news I already shared.

"So is your brain about to explode?" I questioned, but he just sat there silently.

"I want to call bullshit...but those stats you're collecting would explain why you got so strong so fast." I saw him grabbing his hair, maybe this was too much for him to take on, but then he looked at me as if he remembered something.

"Then tell me, you said this was inside a story... then who is the main character... don't tell me it's... Mikey?" We looked at each other for a while. Like the fanfiction protagonist whose parents were always dead.

"Nah, you haven't met him yet, but you're right the story revolves around Mikey and his little gang." Wait, was I missing something? I didn't get to finish the whole manga so there were some parts I was unaware of. Why did he arrive at such a conclusion?

"So since you read the story... can you tell me how it ended?" Wakasa asked.

"I would, maybe perhaps, if I knew... when I was sent here the story was still ongoing."

"So what was the last thing you read?"

"Mikey going apeshit crazy two years later." Wakasa sighted, suddenly I could see exhaustion appear on his face.

"What is even going on?" He questioned so I decided to put his mind at ease.

"Oh don't worry, no matter what happens Mikey wouldn't do anything too crazy with me around," I assured him.

"Why are you so certain about that?" He demanded to know my train of thoughts.

"Well because if he tries I'm gonna ground him." He looked at me as if I grew two heads.

"On what merits do you think he will actually listen to you?" It seemed like he was skeptical of the power I had over the Tokyo Manji Gang leader.

"He calls me mom, so my word will be final." Waka nearly fell out of the seat hearing that.

"This is the most bizarre thing I heard." Was his response.

"Since he behaves like a baby I have no trouble seeing him as a troublesome son."

"Aren't you like 13? Isn't Mikey older than you?"

"Right about that... I was an adult before I got dumped into this world." Another silence and witnessing some gears staring moving in his mind of his.

"And let me guess, you weren't even Japanese." I nodded my head.

"Was my proficiency in English so amazing?" He just sighed, I guess his brain was dying from overheating at this point.

"Does anyone else know about this?" He then decided to ask.

"Yep three other people, but they aren't aware of the whole situation."

"And they are?"

"My parents and the main character of the said story."

"Heh?" Was his reaction.

"What two unique people should meet together, aren't I right?" Then I tried to act innocently and shyly.

"So now when you know my secret... does it mean I can torment you with my jokes more frequently?" He probably couldn't believe these words left my mouth.

"The hell no?!" Was his harsh response.

"Come on~" I put my hands on his cheeks, and that's when the door busted open and Takeomi stormed in.

"I knew, first you say you had some strange dreams of Michi and now you are alone with her, Senju should be onto your ass instead, Wakasa!" He just held his head in despair because of the accusations.

"You created this situation, you explain it!" Waka snarled at me, did he truly want to leave it in my hands, that were twitching to create more chaos?

"I'm sorry but being with such a pretty maiden is so irresistible. Look at those juicy lips, this perfect shade of purple in his eyes, those gentle facial features, this perfect flawless skin." And I guess it was time to run because today Waka wouldn't deal with more of my bullshit. However before I could make my escape, he caught my wrist. Takeomi abounded me, probably not wanting to deal with his friend's rage, and I was lectured for the next fifteen minutes about not getting out of the line.

Because I pissed him off so much, the training was harder than ever before. I may have slightly regretted my choice of action, so when I left the gym to pick up a present for Rindou together with Ran, my whole body was sore.

"I didn't think you were putting so much effort into training." I guess Ran was trying to take up any opportunity to tease me in some way, but I just responded with a deadpan voice.

"I didn't either." And sighed, as we were getting to Akihabara in search of treasure for Rindou. Which ended up being some training equipment, Ran knew Rindou was eyeing to buy soon.

"Thanks for hel-" I froze in place, seeing the most magnificent sight.

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked Ran as he looked in the direction I pointed but I never heard him answer anything. Maybe he wasn't sure what truly got me so excited.

"They're selling Hanfus, is this my birthday?" There was this Chinese clothing store, could I even purchase wooden swords and immerse myself in roleplay as if I was inside a Wuxia series?

'Would you rather call Kazutora Hirabayashi or Senju Akashi over so you can purchase one set of clothing for them?' Both, both are good.

I whipped out my phone and didn't care what either of them had to say. If Tora was messing around with Hanma in Valhalla or not.

"Get this ass over here brother, this is an opportunity one in a million." I even told something similar to Senju.

"Why are you calling people over, when we are in the middle of our date?" Ran asked as I gave him a stinky eye, I never even implied this was some date of sorts.

"Rather than spitting nonsense, find something for the both of us."

"Are you planning to buy a set for me as well?" He asked in a playful tone, probably not expecting anything.

"Of course, there is not really anyone else besides you and Senju that would be eager to take their time off and immerse themself in some wacky roleplay." He became eerily quiet and then started to go thru all the shelves, actually picking out something genuinely pretty for me.

"Oh, you got a good eye for clothes." I complimented his taste, and once Kazutora and Senju arrived I bought them a set as well.

"So what is this for?" Kazutora asked once we found something worthy of his handsomeness.

"So you can join my hobby and we can spend some more time together big brother." Then he pointed at Ran.

"What about him?"

"I will pursue the path of cultivation, someone needs to become my sparring partner." I joked, but it seemed like he was fine with my answer, mostly because I was going to use the big guy as a training dummy. Senju was just excited as me to wear some beautiful traditional clothes, and she promised to join my roleplaying madness.

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I was gonna post yesterday before sleep, but had no internet o3o