Volume 1 Amano Keita and Youth Continued, Prologue
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Translator: Skythewood
Editor: Deus ex-Machina, Ruzenor
I couldnât really relate to an average male main character that likes a peaceful everyday life.
Even though I myself was a painfully average high schooler.
Let me use an example.
A story that starts with a beautiful female childhood friend waking you up from bed in the morning, colliding with a tsundere transfer student as you turn at a junction on your way to school, A cool beauty female senpai who thinks highly of you at school, and an impish yet cute female junior who stays close to you for no reason. Damned innate normie main character.
[ ââ Actually, I really like my plain everyday lifeââ ]
After hearing him narrate this lazily, the only emotions that welled up within me isâŠ
âDuh!â
I retorted as I exhausted all my blood and sweat. I couldnât find any bit I could relate to.
On the other hand, there would be occasional works that were the complete opposite of the earlier description, with main characters that felt really realistic, with few beautiful girls and living a âplain everyday lifeâ. But if you ask me if I could relate to them, that would be a different matter. Hereâs another exampleâŠ
[Dusk. The sound of the studentsâ idle chatter and laughter, along with the soft echo of the wind orchestra practices, were mixed with the noise of the sports club coming from the gymnasium. As usual, the school day ends plainlyâŠ]
I, Amano Keita, who was studying in the second year of high school ââ really loved such a plain everyday life from the bottom of my heart.
Even if I said this in the tone of a tough guyââ
âI-Is this a manly warrior who had braved countless battlefieldsâŠ?â
In the end, I couldnât help feeling a difference in values that was different from the example earlier. That doesnât mean I dislike such main characters, in fact, I am quite fond of them. But relating to them was another issue.
In conclusion, a person who had lived an absolutely plain life since birth⊠Especially boys and girls in their teens, I couldnât imagine at all why they would like their plain everyday life from the bottom of their hearts.
At least I ââ Amano Keita, a plain 16 year old high schoolerââ
Still spend every night deluding in my bed about being summoned as a hero to a different world.
âŠâŠ
Eh, youâre already in your second year of highschool, if you have the time to do that, think seriously about tertiary education or joining the workforceââ To be honest, I felt the same way too, but I just couldnât help it.
Before I knew it, I realized that I had been dreaming about not being plain anymore.
When traveling on vacation, I would hope on becoming a detective dragged into a murder inside a mansion on a isolated island; When I visit the convenience store at night, I would feel nervous, wondering if I would run into a heroine that hunts monsters in the dark night; When there was nothing to do in class, I will try to levitate a mechanical pencil with telekinesis, attempting that about once every month.
And of course, I didnât really believe those things would really happen.
But I hope that I am permitted to live on with the hope of striking the lottery.
That was because ââ
My personality was despairingly âplainâ.
Amano Keita, 16 years old, second year of high school. Blood type A, zodiac sign: cancer. Short and thin.
I live together with my parents and a brother two years younger than me, a family of four. I didnât feel any trouble growing up in my middle class family, my paternal and maternal grandparents are still alive, and our relationship with our relatives were cordial.
It was probably thanks to me and my brother being raised as good kids, even though we would fight sometimes, our family had never flipped out on each other. The relationship of our parents were wonderful, and every year or two, our family will go on a domestic vacation trip (mostly nearby places).
My school club experience was by joining baseball during elementary and middle school. But I only treated it as a place to hang out with friends, and didnât put much passion into it. I lacked talent, and was an unathletic burden instead. When the match was a blow out for either team, I would be sent out on the last inning as an act of charity. To be frank, I had no intention of troubling the team by playing. And of course, I still participated seriously.
I wasnât too stupid, and had confidence in my academics. I donât know if I was dragged down by my arrogance or I played too much games, my results dropped a lot in middle school, and ended up entering a public high school that had a low entrance score⊠Otobuki High School.
After I graduated, as most of the friends I knew got into other schools, my social network had to start over from zero.
But back then, I hadnât grown out of the super naive nature of elementary schoolers and thought: âI will make friends naturally!â So I started really late, and didnât get to know anyone really well before a year past.
After the classes were reshuffled for my second year of high school, I was still spending my time after school playing my phone or portable game console alone after school. Even though I was the so called âlonerâ, and would be mocked and laughed at occasionally, no one really bullied too openly. I was the type that was used to staying at the bottom of the campus relations pyramid.
Naturally, when I talk to my classmates every now and then, the contents were really superficial.
Speaking of which, of all the conversations I had in my high school life, the friendliest ones was with a loud boy chatting with a group beside meâŠ
âNeh neh, Amano, which type of JUMP reader are you?â
âHuh? Ah, erm, well, I read in a normal way, from the cover page in sequenceâŠâ
âIsnât that right! See, I told you guys Amano is the in sequence type! You all owe me a drink!â
That was how it went. And I was in a great mood the day that conversation took place.
⊠To the people who are saying in their heart: âArenât you one level beneath âplainâ...â please be quiet for a while, I will feel hurt if I hear that. Living my life plainly made my heart as brittle as glass. I was the type who would become depressed the entire day if the game I like was criticized harshly.
Getting a girlfriend was just a fantasy for a guy like me. The love related event I experienced in high school was justâŠ
[ When I was loitering around aimlessly on campus after school was out, I ran into a couple french kissing at a rarely used staircase, as they caressed each otherâs body. Even though time stopped for an instance, it would seem weird if I turn back. So I pretended I didnât see anything and walked pass them. When I was feeling relieved after going downstairs, I heard the couple upstairs bursting into laughter for some reason. ]
That was my experience⊠To be honest, I wasnât sure if my reaction back then was correct.
Ah, you want me to talk about my own love story? Eh~~ if 2D could be counted ââ Ah, no? I see. WellâŠ
Yes, I had zero experience.
Cough. Anyway, I couldnât be anymore plainer, without any aura of popularity or outstanding talent. But on the other hand, there wasnât anything negative about me that attract attention too.
For everyone in class, I was like a background âmob characterâ. Thatâs me, Amano Keita.
If I had to point out my only character trait, that would be my name was very similar to the main character of Yo-kai w*tch, and alsoâŠ
âMy hobby is gaming.â
That was all. You could probably tell from my earlier self introduction that I like gaming. I like video games from the bottom of my heart. There wasnât any special reason, I just like it unconditionally.
I felt the happiest whenever I played an interesting game, and I could overcome most detestable things if there were fun games to play. This behaviour helped release the chuuni urge building in my heart. From this perspective, even though I wasnât summoned to a different world, I think it was great to enjoy fun games in this world. Thatâs how much I love gaming.
The gaming time after reaching home and before dinner could only be described as my utmost happiness. I would occasionally scream and shout as I played against my brother in video games, such times filled with laughter were really precious.
However⊠There were countless people in the world who liked gaming to such an extent.
In conclusion, my trait wasnât really a trait, and my character didnât have much personality.
And so, the story that I am about to recountââ
This story about me which very much goes against my personal preference, and regrettably.
After blabbering so much, in the endââ
The story still started with the plain high school boy being chatted up by a beautiful girl, in a cliche and astonishingly relatable wayââ
ââ This is a story about gaming.
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