A young boy, lost in thought while fiddling on his phone, walked lazily towards his school. The same automated steps, the same meaningless journey, he thought to himself. "Meaning". The word reverberated in his mind, for he could locate no such thing. The adolescent had found himself lost in one of life''s biggest mysteries. Thus, he pulled out his phone, opened up his search engine, and asked his query because you can do that these days. A vast and seemingly endless library of content all in arms reach. How convenient.


    Adolescent Male: **Hello, I am Tsumaranai Hito. 16 years old, no hobbies or skills to speak of. I''m not particularly what you''d call "popular". Everyday, I make this introduction in my head just in case I become an isekai protagon--**


    Suddenly, a truck zooms past the skinny looking protagonist, engines roaring as fierce as dragons. He seems visibly shaken, the chump.


    Tsumaranai: "Hey wait a minute! You have to at least let me finish my internal introduction before I--"


    A second truck, emerging from the ground like a blazing volcanic eruption, grazes the unremarkable high schooler as he falls back onto his bottom. Fear has gripped him.


    Tsumaranai: "W-w-w-w-what?! Where did that come from?! This can''t be real!"


    As soon as the words formed on his lips, the towering menace of a truck reached it peak and began its descent onto the boy. There was no evading it, unless, of course, common sense kicked in. Oh, would you look at that? He managed to move out of the way. Like a scared animal, he bolted out of the area. Little did he know that it wouldn''t make a difference.