《That Time When God Made a Mistake》


 Prologue

    It was a normal day and God was doing one of his endless work; managing the cycle of life and distributing talent for the newborn babies.


    He was sitting in his table, sorting the talent for Baby 123456789. Baby A would have 9 Strength, 8 Constitution, 8 Agility, 7 Dexterity, 8 Intelligence, 8 Wisdom, 12 Charisma, and 9 Willpower if Baby 123456789 worked hard in his life.


    "Hm..." God rubbed his grey beard, thinking about what kind of talent he should give to Baby 123456789.


    With 12 Charisma, the talents that were available for Baby 123456789 were: Persuasion, Acting, Empathic Conversion, or Lesser Mind Control. If the realm he that he managed wasn''t Earth, he would just give all of those talents to Baby 123456789 and moved to Baby 123456790. But this was Earth. A realm without Magic, therefore, he should carefully choose what kind of talent Baby A should receive and what not.


    Of course, God gave baby 123456789 the talent of persuasion and talent of acting. To save some space, he compressed talent of Empathic Conversion and Lesser Mind Control in a form of a card and threw it to the box of banned talent, that was sitting just right at the corner of his desk.


    That was when he realized the box of banned talent for today was already full.


    God could''ve just snapped his finger and the box would instantly be disposed of. But because it had been one hundred years since God had stretched his back, he stood up, stretched his back, grabbed the box and planned to manually destroy the box.


    Though, after one hundred years sitting in his chair, even a God just like himself would forget how to walk, and he comically fell as if he just stepped on a banana skin.


    The box was thrown into the air and one million banned talent were falling... into Earth.


    "...I''m so dead... Wait... I''m immortal."


    ********


    Saku Kurata was riding his bicycle to school, spinning the pedal with all of his might, when a card at the size of adult hand fell from the sky and covered his eyes.


    "What the-?!"


    Kurata used his right hand to take the card away, but the moment his vision had become clear, he had strayed away to the main street.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    It was about that time that Kurata was crashing at the car that was stopping in front of a traffic light, sending him soaring to the sky. Luckily, there was only one car and no other car coming from the other sides... And Kurata gracefully did mid-air somersault and landed with a spiderm*n-esque posture.


    Standing up, Kurata patted his whole body to check whether or not he had sustained any type of injury.


    There was none.


    He shook his head and scanned his surrounding several times, then gasped in a realization.


    "Did you see that? Oi! Did you see how I land?!" Kurata happily and nonchalantly asked the car owner.


    To Kurata, that was one in a lifetime feat that he could brag to his friend and future grandchildren... but the car owner opened the door and walked toward Yu with throbbing veins.


    "Ah... shit."


    Kurata found himself in a rather peculiar situation. He knew it was his own fault for strayed to the main road and crashed but still... As the cold sweat fell from his forehead, Kurata leaned his body and peeked that his bike had disfigured the car''s rear bumper.


    His brain instantly formulated the repair cost that he had to pay... comparing that with the cost for sacrificing his rusty bicycle. It took less than one second for Kurata to come into a decision and immediately sprint away, leaving his broken bicycle behind.


    "I''m soo sooo sorry about your car!" Kurata shouted, hoping at the very least the car owner would forgive him.


    He did not.


    The car owner furiously chasing after him, spitting out several curses word from his mouth.


    Luckily, or weirdly, Kurata was running as if his legs were created to run just like a cheetah and it didn''t take long for Kurata to escape from the car owner''s fury.


    By the time he had made it to his school, he was sure if his life was a Role Playing Video Game his stamina would be at 1, and the thought of continuing to move for even a second longer made his vision go white.


    While catching his breath, he couldn''t help but wonder what was happening to his body.


    After he felt a little bit refreshed, Kurata walked to the vending machine to buy some drink and when he reached into his pocket for some coin, that was when he realized the grey card in his hand.


    Kurata blankly stared at a grey coloured card with shining white coloured gem at the bottom centre. But he just tilted his head and raised his eyebrow when he read the content.


    [Talent Name: Cat''s Movement.


    Level: 1


    Owner(Owner''s Status): Saku Kurata (Str: 4 Con: 4 Agi: 4 [8] Dex: 4 [8] Int: 4 Wis: 4 Cha: 4 Wil: 2)


    Limit(Recovery rate): Passive (None)


    Effect:


    The owner of this talent becomes more graceful, agile, and coordinated. The owner steps (if he chooses to) won''t create any sound when he walks at his normal speed. This talent grants a +4 bonus to Agility and Dexterity.]


    He found it weird that his name was printed on that card, but... if he ignored that and just assumed what was written in this card was true, then it kinda explained what was going on.


    Thanks to this card, he managed to survive the crash without sustaining any injury and easily running away from the car''s owner.


    Then again, the only reason he got involved with all of that mess was because this particular card covered his sight.


    Shaking his head, he put that thought to the side. No use lamenting over it now. Instead, he considered what to choose for his drink. He was torn between something cold, like orange juice or energy drink, and something warm like coffee or tea.

 Chapter 1

    "What should I do?!"


    Earth''s God was contacting a blue haired goddess from another realm that was more accustomed to magic, as soon as he recognised the mess he''d just done.


    "Well... It''s fine, right? I mean, most of the people that I took from Earth seemed pretty familiar with a concept of Magic."


    "Is that so?" Earth''s God breathed a sigh of relief, before his eyes widened when he realized the revelation. "Wait! What do you mean by "people that I took from Earth"?!!!"


    "Ah! That''s...." The goddess rolled her eyes to the side as cold sweat fell from her forehead. "Aaaah!! A demon king has just born in my realm! Gotta go and help the heroes! Bye!"


    *****


    Saku Kurata always thought that nothing was worse than finding out his parent forced him to go to USA because they were afraid that their children would become a victim of mysterious classroom disappearances.


    But Saku Kurata just stood frozen, a cringing expression on his face when he realized that the owner of the car that he just hit with his rusty bike was going to the same school as him.


    if somebody said he was just your average, ordinary sixteen years old, without any fighting experience....


    They were right.


    A fist, at the end of a right hook, came into his sight and punched Kurata. His head snapped back and bounced forward, his eyes rolled. His glasses were dangling from one ear. His messy black hair was... still messy.


    He didn''t want anyone to start the first day of his high school like this, but he gotta go through some ritual of humiliation first.


    Another fist came into his sight, this one a left cross. It crunched into Kurata''s nose and he crumpled to the locker door.


    "You better pay me up, right now!"


    The other students quickly formed around them. Cheering and gasping with every punches the car owner, Thomas Kent, a good looking senior and a captain of a football team with a body of a twenty-five-year-old landed on Kurata.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    "Er... do you take Yen?" Said Kurata as he wobbly stood and wiped the blood away from his nose.


    The other students tried to hold their laugh when he heard Kurata, even though Kurata was dead serious when he said that. It was too bad that his answer enraged Thomas even more.


    So yeah... On his first day of school in another country, without even had the chance to take a seat or lesson... His first memory of his sweet high school life was that a jock pounding the crap out of him.


    However...


    As Thomas launched a punch toward Kurata''s ribs. With lightning quick reflex, he darted to the side, a split-second ahead of Thomas Kent''s thrown punch, which banged into the locker where Kurata was standing.


    Since the very first beginning, thanks to Cat''s Movement and the increase in his Agi and Dex, Kurata was sure he could easily avoid Thomas'' punch. The only reason he took the beating was because he thought he kinda deserved it.


    "What the?!"


    Puzzled by Kurata''s movement. Thomas threw two more punches, but again, Kurata ducked them- and fast.


    "Er... Can we just talk about this thing peacefully?"


    Thomas answered Kurata with a roar and lunged at him. Kurata ducked one, two, three, four punches, never even having to move his feet, just darting his torso around so fast he created a motion blur. (Or that was he believed)


    While Kurata was avoiding Thomas'' punches, he even still had the time to think.


    (Shouldn''t this be the right time for me to say: ''please, I don''t want any trouble'') He thought as he avoided more punches (... yeah, just like every Asian dude in kung-fu flicks.)


    Not to mention by saying that, Kurata felt his badass-ness would increase by another level.


    Though, when Kurata snapped back to reality just in time to avoid another punch that was directed to his face, he reflexively grabbed Thomas'' arm.


    (This posture?!)


    Their position reminded Kurata with one of the Aikido moves he saw on Television, the one where the practitioner could easily slam the other guy that twice the size of his body.


    Circling his arms against Thomas'', Kurata was trying to throw him but...


    "Hrnggg!"


    "The fuck are you doing?"


    Thomas stared at Kurata with a dumbfounded expression.


    Even though Kurata had groaned as if he had very bad constipation for two weeks and had flexed his muscles... It was still impossible for a teen, with an average build in Asian standard to throw captain of a football team.


    "Er..."


    As Kurata rotated the gear on his brain while trying to search for a reason for his action ... Thomas grabbed his arm and with a nasty smile, he said "Can''t run away again, eh?"


    "I... guess so?"


    There was only one sentence that could describe what was going on to Kurata... It was as if he entered a phone booth with Taz the Tasmanian devil.


    At least if Kurata looked at the bright side from this incident, his ''Cat''s Movement'' Talent had increased to level 2.

 Chapter 2

    It was a lunch break and Saku Kurata was sitting alone on the bench at the school ground.


    Today was the first day he went to school, so he didn''t expect he would immediately have some friends, but...


    The other students only whispering and watching him from a distance, no one dared to start talking to Kurata.


    Yes, that was normal or rather, it was standard. Because he never got the chance to interact with kids from his class, he didn''t think one of them would suddenly start acting friendly like "Hey, I''m A, and this is B. Why don''t we eat together and become bff?"


    Not to mention his black and blue face wasn''t helping much either, that and the fact Thomas from the football team was glaring at him from the distance.


    "*Sigh* This sucks..."


    Kurata was lamenting the fact that his break was filled by him playing social networking games. Sure, they were fun, but what he was looking for was something that would really let him enjoy his youth.


    Though, the instant Kurata had stopped expecting some form of any events...


    "Do you watch anime?"


    An African American guy, tall and thin with close-cropped hair sat in front of Kurata and suddenly asked that question without even introduced himself.


    "Ah, yes? No, I mean, I don''t watch them."


    "I see."


    And he left.


    "...What the hell?"


    Kurata sat there for a moment, trying to think how he should react to him, or if he should react at all. Did he mess up? Should he have tried to say more?


    At the end of the day, the overall score, excluding the teacher, the total amount of people who talked to Kurata was... SIX.


    A jittery senior asked what happened and Kurata coldly answered nothing much, while the other five asked whether or not he watched anime.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    If he answered "No" they''ll just leave. One of them even said he was a fake Japanese for not watching them.


    If he answered "Yes" (he did, in fact, watched some, but only the mainstream one such as N*ruto, or On* Pi*ce) they''ll rain him with thousand questions such as his favourite voice actress, or trivia about some anime that he never watched. If he couldn''t answer them, they''ll grumble that he was a fake otaku


    Moreover....


    "Where is he?"


    "Do you know some Asian kid with glasses?"


    Thomas, looking very annoyed and his 3 lackeys had been waiting in front of his broken car.


    Kurata just... couldn''t understand them. IF he didn''t have the money this morning, what would make them think he would''ve gotten the money this afternoon?


    "...What should I do?"


    Kurata hesitated. He could continue to move slowly, trying his best to remain quiet, or he could simply dash in, and then leave. But because he knew only one path and didn''t see any coverage in the area, just a few scattered all over the place, he chose the traditional running route.


    After taking a deep breath, Kurata bolted down the paving like an Olympic champion at the start gun.


    "Oi! That''s him!" Shouted Thomas.


    They tried to chase after Kurata, but as soon as Kurata heard them, he quickened his pace to an all-out sprint. With only the slightest of effort, he out ran the rest of the gang, barely breaking a sweat and not panting in the least.


    Three minutes later...


    Being chased was nothing like the movies. The stars look heroic, sexy and in command of the situation. The reality was far removed from that pretty version of running to save your skin.


    Kurata wheezed as his burning lungs gasped for air. His legs felt numb and unsteady, painfully sore. His throat felt dry, so uncomfortably dry. Neck long curly-black hair clung to his form, no different that if he ran through a rain-storm.


    Level 2 Cat''s Movement was giving him a +5 bonus in Dexterity and Agility. Adding that with his original Dexterity and Agility, right now Kurata had 9 Dex and Agi, and maybe just a little bit slower than the fastest human alive. Although... with 4 Strength and 4 Constitution, his stamina was still the same as a normal teenager that didn''t do sports.


    Unable to go on, Kurata stopped running while gasping for air. He leaned against the tree. He readied to vomit his lunch... (which was egg-mayo sandwich by the way) out from his stomach as he surrendered to his fate.


    It didn''t take long before Thomas and his gang arrived and circled him.


    "Just," Kurata stopped talking for a while, trying to control his ragged breath before he continued his words. "Not in the face.... Please?"


    Completely ignoring Kurata, Thomas did his usual roaring thing. He hurled his fist right at Kurata''s face. Kurata''s slightly narrow black eyes widened. He remembered Thomas could hit like a truck, and at the last second, with the last point of his stamina, he darted his body to the side.


    Thomas'' punch passed over him. When his punch reached the tree, it had enough power to shake the tree and make the leaves to fall down.


    Amongst the green leaves, unknowingly to them. There was another talent card, that slowly descended down and fell right on top of Kurata''s head.


    But for what kind of talent Kurata would get, that was the story of another day as right now, he was too busy getting kicked in his ass... Literarily.

 Chapter 3

    Grimacing, Kurata faced the truth. He knew he shouldn''t be doing this and he hesitated, but...


    "I guess... this is the only way." He said while he looked to the newest talent card.


    [Talent Name: Merciless Flick.


    Level: 1


    Owner(Owner''s Status): Saku Kurata (Str: 4 Con: 4 Agi: 4 [9] Dex: 4 [9] Int: 4 Wis: 4 Cha: 4 Wil: 2)


    Limit(Recovery rate): 10/10 (1 per hour.)


    Effect:


    After shouting "Merciless Flick," The next time you flick with your finger, it will inflict 3 x Str damage on the target.]


    With a sigh, Kurata pressed the tip of his middle finger against the pad of his thumb, and although feeling silly, he still shouted "Merciless Flick!" Just as if his life depended on it.


    Something inside of Kurata moved, something that he hadn''t had before, and hadn''t noticed because it never had been there before, rising and rushing to his finger. Surprised, Kurata looked down towards his finger, where the source of warm and vibrant feeling was coming from, filling his finger with destructive golden-ish energy. When his flick reached the piggy bank, it shattered to pieces as if he had thrown it from the second floor.


    Although...


    "Ouch, ouch, ouch!!!"


    Yelping in pain, Kurata glared at his right middle finger, chiding himself for his idiocy. The nail on the finger that he used to destroy his piggy bank was torn in half. If he knew the result would be like this, he would''ve chosen the conventional way of destroying your piggy bank by throwing it to the wall.


    After making a mental note to not using Merciless Flick again, Kurata turned his attention to the scattered money on the table.


    While blowing his finger to reduce the pain, Kurata counted the money and separated them one by one. All in all, the cost of repairing Thomas'' car was 1,200$ while the amount of money Kurata had was 136,800... Yen.


    At first, he planned to use that money to buy a new PC, not to pay to repair someone else car (although it was his own fault) but then Kurata immediately shook his head to throw such a thought away. He silently grabbed the money, put it into a plastic bag, and immediately went to the nearest Currency Exchange Store before he had a change in his heart.


    But Kurata quickly stumbled upon a problem. Originally, he had just planned to happily ride a bus to the nearest Currency Exchange Store. He had even waited for the bus for twenty minutes or so... Until he realized he only brought Yen with him.


    Gritting his teeth, Kurata didn''t have another choice but to run. But this time, rather than running with all his might, Kurata just jogging to the Currency Exchange Store.


    After some time, Kurata stopped, sweating lightly from the constant exertion. He supposed an hour had passed, but he finally arrived at the Currency Exchange Store, only for him to face the truth.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    Kurata frowned. Before he was on his way, the value of 136,800 Yen was equal to 1221$, but now the exchange rate had changed and the value of his money was only 1201$


    To make it worse, his stomach rumbled unpleasantly. Even though he had spotted dozen of food stands surrounding him. But with only one dollar...


    "Am I cursed or what?" Kurata muttered, his shoulder slouched down. But then he snapped back to the moment, if he had the time and energy to grieving about his luck, he rather used them to hastily went back to his house and eat the dinner.


    And so he did...


    While imagining the warm curry of his mother cooking, Kurata hastily took the shortcut through the quiet alley between two building, only for him to see two adults in a garbage collector uniform, perfectly sitting up next to the dumpster with a badly bruised face, Kurata could see their teeth scattered around the ground.


    "Er... 110 no, 911, right?"


    Around the time Kurata took out his phone to call 911, was when he realized he was being watched.


    A small, rat-like humanoid stood between three feet in height with a long snout fell from the top, coming straight at Kurata while squeaking, showing him a mouthful of bad teeth.


    "?!"


    At the last second, Kurata leapt backwards, straight up into the wall. The rat-like humanoid missed him, but it landed neatly on one of the garbage collector''s face. More teeth flying out from his mouth.


    Kurata now clearly saw its white hair poked from beneath a ragged cap, its feet was a solid mass of stones. No matter how Kurata looked at it, it clearly screamed something that was not came from this world.


    There was stillness on both sides, then a sudden movement. The rat-like humanoid attempted to do a flying side kick, to crush Kurata to the wall, but he was too quick for that. He tucked his knees and jumped, five feet up.


    A dull blunt sound was created when the rat-like humanoid''s kick made a contact with the wall, making a big crack and chipped the outer part.


    When Kurata saw that, the thought of losing all of his teeth and had to eat porridge or soup started to appear on his mind.


    With a weird determination of some sort, while still in the air Kurata rotated his body upside down and shouted. "Merciless Flick!"


    At first Kurata aimed for the back of the rat-like humanoid neck, but at the same time when he realeased his flick, the rat-like humanoid turn around, its long snout accidentally made a contact with Kurata''s flick.


    The blow lifted the rat-like humanoid right off its feet and sent it sailing into the wall, which cracked. Though, the cost of that feat was Kurata''s right index fingernail now had shattered to pieces, blood was oozing out from it.


    Kurata tried to not to shout but quickly realized how futile it was when he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He always thought the worse pain, worsen than getting punched in the face by Thomas was when his toe smacked against the door, but oh boy, how much he wrong about that.


    As Kurata''s face closed in a grimace, blowing his finger to lessen the pain. A talent card flew straight from the rat-like humanoid''s body out of nowhere and came right to Kurata''s face.


    Groaned in annoyance, he moved the card from his face and read the content.


    [Talent Name: Stone Feet.


    Level: 1


    Owner(Owner''s Status): Saku Kurata (Str: 4 Con: 4 Agi: 4 [9] Dex: 4 [9] Int: 4 Wis: 4 Cha: 4 Wil: 2)


    Limit(Recovery rate): 10/10 (1 per hour.)


    Effect:


    After shouting "Stone Feet," Your feet transmute into menacing, rocky lumps capable of inflicting deadly wounds. Your weight is increased by 6kg per 1kg of foot, but it doesn''t impede your movement. Duration: 1 minute. Can be cancelled at any time.]


    He assumed it was great that he got another card, but...


    "What happened?" Said passerby one.


    Maybe it was the loud noise that the rat-like humanoid and Kurata made, but the crowd started gathering on the alley.


    "What are you doing?!" Said passerby two. "How dare you knock them up like that, boy!"


    "What-?! No, I just passing through." Said Kurata in a self defence. The figure of rat-like humanoid was nowhere to be seen, but Kurata in fact, could see a rat knocked out of cold on the ground.


    "Wait! That kid has blood in his hand!" Said passerby three. He was looking at Kurata with a face full of suspicion and horror."


    "This is my own blood!! And it''s only on my finger!!!"


    "You better explain have a good explanation for this." Said passerby four.


    Before Kurata knew it, he already got dragged by the crowd... to the police statio

 Chapter 4

    The halls were crowded with people, and the chaos was so perfect, like a movie. There was the couple that was always making out on the left side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down, the cliquey girls. Opposite them, Thomas and the cliquey jocks, and between them, the parade of geeks with their huge dungeon and dragon book. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls. And then there was Kurata, nonchalantly walking in the hallway as if nothing wrong.


    Hm? Shouldn''t Kurata in the police station?


    Well, he got out. The authority just didn''t believe a teen like him able to do that kind of crime without a weapon of some sort. Luckily, they didn''t manage to find something that could be used as a weapon on the crime scene, not to mention the two garbage man had some sort of short term amnesia and couldn''tremember the accident.


    All in all, Kurata high school life had just begun, but there was one small problem.


    Kurata was standing in front of his locker, staring seriously at the brochure. With a long sigh, he ripped theparty notification brochure from his locker and grabbed his textbook.


    Did he hate party? Pizza and drinks? Music that was as loud as thunder, and the sexy outfit? Who knew, maybe he would get a girlfriend.


    Too bad for Kurata, as right now, he could only imagine that.


    Even though Kurata got out pretty easily from the police station, but oh boy, just the thought of his mom picking him up from the police station with throbbed vein was enough to make him shuddered.


    Yes, to simplify it, although his parent still knew it wasn''t his fault, Kurata still got grounded.


    Which meant...


    No wandering off after school.


    No pocket money.


    And the worse of them all...


    Kurata still had his phone and laptop, but for every five minutes or so it would get cut off from the wifi.


    As Kurata wondered what kind of sorcery that his parent used to do that kind of feat, a day had passed. And another day, and another...


    Luckily, to kill some time Kurata had spent most of his days grinding his ''Talent''.


    After aweek of grinding, Kurata had improved hisCat''s Movement to Lvl 5, and bothMerciless Flick and Stone Feet to 3.


    By the end of the first week, when Kurata checked his Talent''s card, he noticed several changes.


    [Talent Name: Cat''s Movement.


    Level: 5


    Owner(Owner''s Status): Saku Kurata (Str: 4¡ú 3 Con: 4 Agi: 4 [11] Dex: 4 [11] Int: 4 Wis: 4 Cha: 4 Wil: 2)


    Limit(Recovery rate): Passive (None)


    Effect:Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    The owner of this talent becomes more graceful, agile, and coordinated. The owner steps (if he chooses to) won''t create any sound when he walks at his normal speed. The owner of this talentdoesn¡¯t take damage from falling 20 feet or less ifthe owner lands on their feet. This talent grants a +7 bonus to Agility and Dexterity.]


    [Talent Name: Merciless Flick.


    Level: 3


    Owner(Owner''s Status): Saku Kurata (Str: 3 Con: 4 Agi: 4 [11] Dex: 4 [11] Int: 4 Wis: 4 Cha: 4 Wil: 2)


    Limit(Recovery rate): 12/12 (1.2 per hour.)


    Effect:


    After shouting/thinking "Merciless Flick," The next time you flick with your finger, it will inflict 4 x Str damage on the target.]


    [Talent Name: Stone Feet.


    Level: 3


    Owner(Owner''s Status): Saku Kurata (Str: 3 Con: 4 Agi: 4 [11] Dex: 4 [11] Int: 4 Wis: 4 Cha: 4 Wil: 2)


    Limit(Recovery rate): 12/12 (1.2 per hour.)


    Effect:


    After shouting "Stone Feet," Your feet transmute into menacing, rocky lumps capable of inflicting deadly wounds. Your weight is increased by 6kg per 1kg of the foot, but it doesn''t impede your movement. Duration: 1 minute 20 seconds. Can be cancelled at any time.]


    Kurata did wonder why his strength decreased from four to three, but he just let the thought went from his mind. Maybe it was because he barely did any activity that required him to use his strength in the past few weeks.


    But, at some point, Kurata stopped grinding his talent. He didn''t know why, he just did. Maybe it was the wrong kind of escapism for his situation, or he suddenly realized he acted like a fool by jumping around all by himself in his room.


    Kurata started studying instead. Hebegan working his way through it, one subject at a time. After finishingthem, he would go back for more. Surprisingly, he found that he likedstudying and hethoughthe even became a bit addicted. Before Kurata knew it, his Intelligence had risento 5 whilst his Willpower had increased to 3.


    Little did he knew, the days became increasingly harder to distinguish from each other, differing only by the question Kurata was solving and the weather outside. It felt like time blurred into some kind of gooey mess he was trapped inside, instead of moving within. A day could go by without him really noticing it. Sometimes, he''d pause in realization that he didn''t know what timeit was. But other times, he would just lay down for a whole day, looking at the ceiling as ifit was a starry night. But that only happened rarely.


    Kurata had started to think his first year would just go like this, until...


    Today,a girl with long, wavy blonde hair, sapphire-blue eyes, and a very fair complexion and had thick yellow-brown eyebrows that remind Kurata of pickled radishes came to him and gave Kurata a smile. She seems excited, but not very.


    "Hello~ New Kid!. Are you free this Saturday night~?"


    (...Who?)


    Kurata didn''t answer her but he smiled a little back at her. It had been more than one month since he came to this school and people would still be calling him New Kid. He guessed that was his nickname until a new kid came to take that title from him.


    "Wow! Is that the latest model?! How nice!"


    After praising Kurata''s phone, she casually sat down on the empty bench in front of him.


    (...Who is she? Who is this girl!? Wait! Is she trying to pick me up!?)


    Shetook her time, sorting her papers, then setting them aside as if to make a point of the pointlessness of what she just did.


    Then she leaned forward and looked Kurata in the eyes for a moment.


    (Her face... To close!)


    Kurata felt his face had gone hot. It felt like he''d just suddenly having flu with 40 degrees fever body temperature.


    "So~You''re free this Saturday night, right?"Thegirl handed a sheet of paper to my Kurata, whose expression turned bright as he read it quickly.


    How was Kurata supposed to react to this? He had received a few party invitation on his locker, but this was the first time, someone, and particurarly a very beautiful girl came to him and personally giving him a party invitation.


    On that afternoon, Kurata had made up his mind. No matter what happened, even though there was a storm, his parent prohibited him, or a weird freaking monster attacking him, he would still come to her party.


    (...But, who is she?)