Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 106: Arc 3, - 16: The Past

Her vision—the image of the redhead dead in her arms caught in her memory; the rage, the stubbornness to stand, even when the odds are against...

That sound, where would it take her this time? Time, time—pitch-black, inky, blank, devoid of sound. Memories—protected; like a knife trying to stab her brain, but it couldn’t...

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18th of May, 2016; Earth_

"You and I can explore the area while Ramond goes to mine the ore chunks and get food. We get back, campfire’s set, and then we go fight the first boss," a strategy was being scribbled on paper.

"The world spawn’s completely random Crispy, we might die turning left even. It might take hours to find the right boss," Jotou, short black hair and grey hoodie—on the chubbier side. Brown eyes that looked at the plan.

"You have to take a risk Jotou," Ramond paused to take a spoonful of his lunch, "We gotta have a strategy other than running in blind," silver watch on his wrist, tannish skin and well combed hair—a simple t-shirt.

"Do you have a better one?" Ben, or rather, Crispy, tore a bag of chips, puffing up cheese-dust into the air; tiny little hairs poked out his face and he wore a red jacket over a collared blue t-shirt. Short curly brown hair and small eyes.

Jotou forked into his lunch, smiling in thought. Little yellow dots speckled over his face, along the red bumps that hurt like hell, "We split up and cover ground, then we know what’s around and then we plan."

"Food still has to be priority, the game’s hunger ticks down so damn fast," he crunched on the corn chips.

"We also need to find water, get heat before night and collect a bunch of resources. We all just do it ourselves and come together for the boss," Jotou stated.

"Then what’s the point of co-op, might as well play single player," Ramond smirked, checking something in the corner of his eye.

"Where’s the fun in that? I won’t get to see you two try and kill each other to get stuff. Jotou’ll get a hang of it faster and figure out how to troll the hell out of us," Crispy gave a glare.

"Oh please, I can figure it out faster, but in like two months you’ll be better than me anyway," Jotou rolled his eyes. "By reading about the game online, watching a buncha videos and figuring out the tips and tricks," he muttered audibly under his breath.

"All I hear is saltiness," Crispy replied before. "RINGGG!!!!" The school bell rung.

"Oh come onnnnnn," Jotou groaned into the air, the last of his food was still left on the plate, "Dude, lunch break’s already over? I barely got to relax...!"

"I mean, twenty minutes man," Ramond shrugged.

"Yeah, but the teacher doesn’t even let us out, then there’s packing all of my books and pencil case, walking to the cafeteria, queuing up for lunch. Would it kill the school to give me forty minutes?"

"What’s your next period?" Crispy munched the chips one by one, increasing in speed.

"Math," Jotou moaned out, "I barely got any sleep from all the homework that stupid Mrs McHugh gives me," he massaged the dark circles, slowly picking up the strap of his schoolbag.

"Hey, at least you have a teacher. Our English teacher’s pregnant; again," Crispy dusted off his hands.

"Alright, I’ll see you later guys, I have to go," Ramond quickly wiped his hands, picked up his bag and went behind Crispy, hopping over the cafeteria bench-

"Woah, woah, woah," a boy halted him from running off, cap on his head and black shirt.

"Shit," Ramond went back the other way till the end of the table, where Jotou sat on the other side of. Jotou turned to the sound of footsteps behind him.

"What’s the rush amigo?" another boy cracked his knuckles in front of Ramond, blocking that direction too. White jacket and a V-neck t-shirt of red.

Jotou stood up at the end of the table, putting out his left arm ahead of Ramond, "Get the hell out of here Nelson," Jotou recognized the boy in his class.

Green eyes marked with a scar over the eyebrow after a basketball incident. ’This dumbass sits in the back of the class twiddling his thumbs, what the hell does he want?’

"You stay out of this kawaii-boy," Nelson pushed Jotou by the chest as Jotou stumbled and stopped himself at the table edge. The other boy made his way behind Ramond. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"You realize you’re only calling me cute, dickheads," Jotou retorted in a smirk before that wiped away into worry, as Nelson encroached into his space.

"You two fat-asses get out of here, our business is with Garza here. Little bitch owes some money," the boy behind Ramond put a hand on Crispy’s shoulder and leered to Jotou.

"Ramond," both Jotou and Crispy looked to their friend; sweat went down Crispy’s face.

"Guys, I had to, okay?" he put his hands in the air, "And I don’t got it! Give me more time man," Ramond pleaded. The students had filtered out the cafeteria, some at the exits were able to witness the confrontation.

"Unless you’re gonna cough it up. Get. Out," Nelson brought his face closer into Jotou’s.

"Nice watch, how much is it?" the other boy held Ramond from the back.

"Not my watch man, just that one thing, nah man. I’ll get it to you soon, it’s just fifty bucks, I’ll get it."

Jotou stared down the scowl upon him... "Splat!" Jotou spat in his face, "No," Jotou answered as Nelson recoiled, grimacing and wiping his face.

"You think you’re some hotshot!?" Nelson stomped forward pushing Jotou forward again back to the table-

"TANG!" "AHH!" the boy holding Ramond let him go as he felt a bash to the head. He held the back of his head, wincing with gritted teeth. In pain, he turned. "BANG!" "GAH! Goddammit!" a tennis racket straight to his head, twice.

Fluffy black hair tied in a short ponytail, still in the school’s gym uniform, "GET THE FFUCK OUT OF HERE!" the girl with the tennis racket yelled.

Sharp brown eyes and tiny bumps of acne on her forehead. Nelson and Jotou peered back. "What did you idiots do this time?" the girl scolded.

"Not much," Crispy shook his head as he held his chest and tried to back away.

"Sure you didn’t- BAH!" she sputtered as the boy punched her gut and grabbed the neck of the green tennis racket; he threw it onto the table.

"You’re so dead!" Nelson threw a punch which Jotou blocked with a shoulder.

"Ah!" Jotou grunted, flailing an arm forward only for it to be punched away.

Ramond kicked the other boy in the balls from the back and he keeled over "GAAH!!!" in immense pain. The girl kicked his head again as he stumbled and crawled out of the way.

"Thump!" Jotou’s tailbone once again hit the edge of the table.

"Jotou!" Crispy slid the tennis racket forward. Jotou picked it up in a hurry, the metal scraping the paint off the table.

"BANG!" Right to the side of Nelson’s head Jotou swung and hit.

Nelson recoiled and put a hand up- "Tang! Tang!" His arms took the blows of the metal sport equipment and stumbled backwards. "I’ll get you for this Howllett!" Nelson booked it for the exit.

The other boy got up on his hands and knees, watching his friend flee. "What are you waiting for then, another ass beating?" she looked down. The boy with widened eyes stumbled up and sprinted out the cafeteria.

They all panted, successfully fending their bullies off. Crispy got up, "Nice job guys... Sorry."

"Nah man, its not your fault. It’s my fight," Ramond breathed. Jotou tossed the tennis racket over.

"Ow..." she held her stomach, "I’ve got practice," they were all running late for their next classes.

"Thanks Daiyu..." they all muttered.

"You all better get to class in one piece," she pointed the racket.

"We will," Jotou sighed, massaging his backside and left shoulder.

"I’ll see you after school Jotou," Daiyu bade. The other three waved their byes, before heading to their next classes.

’After school... three more damn hours...’ Jotou yawned, forcing his legs forward into his class...