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A Random in Re:Zero

WrittingShet
What would happen if someone else took Subaru's place in the story? What would his path, his decisions, and his relationship with the characters be like? Would he have more power or intelligence than Subaru? Would he choose the same route, take an alternative path, or do exactly the same thing? Could he endure the HELL of being an RBD user without breaking his mind? At twenty-one years old, Leandro is summoned into the world of Re:Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu. He knows the story because he watched the anime (and is in a Facebook group where novel spoilers are posted), but he doesn't know as much as he should. To add to his problems, his physical condition is poor-not terrible, but poor. He's chubby, and the little he knows about self-defense is what he learned from a boxing class he took as a teenager (he was the most one-handed in the group). He doesn't excel at anything, nor does he have any useful qualities, unless overthinking and speaking in synonyms no one uses fall into that category. Author's Note: This story is based on and inspired by the original novel by Tappei Nagatsuki, credits due to him. Author's Note x2: Priscilla best girl. Translation note: In case you're not familiar with this story, it's originally written in Spanish. This was primarily done using Google Translate, with some manual edits and corrections by me, as I have a moderate level of English. Please bear with me if there are many spelling and typos.
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