"Sooo, a person is like a diamond. The diamond is a stone that someone took the time to cut and polish according to their skill and interpretation of beauty. Some people will find that diamond as a thing of beauty while for others, it won't be to their taste! You should not look for a diamond to marry, but to look for a stone that you could cut and shape to your liking, understood brat?!" Old man Arata-san said to me.
After my father's departure, this very old dude who was around his 70s told me to take care of him for sometime as his own grandson is fighting right now on the battlefield. And I with nothing better to do, just accepted, and it has been 10 days since this guy started to talk about everything and anything, but mostly, he was interested in topics related to women and marriage.
Right now, I was helping him carry a box and visit one of his old friends just some distance away in our compound with boredom.
"..."
*Bam!*
"Owww!" I held my head because he punched me for no reason.
"Are you listening to me you damned fucker? I am talking here you piece of shit! Quit acting lazy like that brat Gintoki before I beat you up!" Arata-san cried in anger.
"Quite the mouth you have Arata-san" I told muttered in displeasure while rubbing my head.
"What did you say you little shit?!" Arata-san cried again.
"Sighh, nothing, just continue what you were saying" I replied tiredly while looking at the empty compound that I remember was a little more crowded when I was an infant.
"I talked enough, it's your turn to lay down your own nonexistent wisdom on this matter!" He replied.
"What matter? The marriage stuff?" I asked.
"And what else you bag of bones?!" He asked rhetorically with a glare.
"I would love to share my insights about marriage but I am only 5, is it wise to talk about this stuff in front of me?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Fuck! What did you say?! You are 5?! Don't lie to me boy!" Arata-san cried in shock with mouth wide open as he looked at me up and down quickly.
I understand his reaction as I don't look like I am 5 at all. Much to the surprise of my parents also, I hit a growth spurt lately and now I am as tall as a 10 year old here with a natural mature face that lacked baby fats which is quite weird because as far as the memories of the OG Garou goes inside my head, he grew up like a normal child.
For my case, I suspect it has something to do with my monster part.
The only downside is the lack of muscles but a little bit of training and a good chunk of meat can solve that problem for me, so no worries.
"I am serious old man, I am only 5." I replied with boredom as I prayed for this day to be over sooner.
"Damn boy! Did that fucker Gintoki steal milk from Mito-sama's tits to grow a monster like you or what?! Holyyyy!" Arata-san cried again while shaking his head in surprise and denial.
"Sighhh, lower your voice or else someone might hear you old man" I said tiredly as we slowly walked towards our destination.
*Bam!* "Owww"
"Don't tell me what to do little shit! And anyways, 5 years old, 10 years old, it doesn't matter as long as you understand what I am saying. When you turn 10, find a worthy woman and marry her, don't ever dare play around like an asshole!" Old man Arata cried again with spit flying everywhere.
"Chill old man, you'll get a heart attack at this rate. And what do you mean by asshole exactly?" I asked while cleaning my ear with my vacant hand nonchalantly.
'Wait, did he just say to marry at 10? Hmmmm...damn.'
"Look brat, since you look smarty pants enough I will tell you. You see that little brother you got down there? You use that smelly shit to pee, right? But that's not the only thing it's used for... that thing's full potential has yet to bloom but don't worry, time will fix that for you and you will be exposed to some hidden functions soon-"
"Hold your horses old man! This is clearly too much! My own father is not telling me this 18+ type of stuff and I don't wanna hear–"
*Bam!*
"owww!!"
"Shut the fuck up punk! I was the one to teach that fuck of a dense father of yours how to fuck! When he was 20 mind you!! I had 6 kids when I was 20! Ma goshh you wanna stay ignorant like that dumbass till you fuck up your genitals from excessive masturbation when puberty hits you?!" Old man Arata shouted as he bonked my head again much to my annoyance, but he slightly made a messed up point, and a juicy secret about my dear father!
"Wait, so you mean you had your first child when you hit 14?!" I asked incredulously.
"Nothing to be proud of kid, usually people at my time already had kids at 12" The sudden seriousness in his voice slightly surprised me but not as much as what he said about the kids part.
"Isn't that pedophilia?" I asked with slight disgust.
"What the fuck does that word even mean? Can you eat it? Though the point of our conversation was about how to not become an asshole, so be quite..." Old man Arata said.
"..."
"Good. The lesson is, learn to keep your dick inside your pants when puberty hits you and not chase skirts like kids nowadays do." Old man Arata said with eyes narrowed as he looked at me.
"Arata-san, you keep talking about this stuff as if I will have a harem of beauties surrounding me! I am just a kid, and I don't hold any particular feelings towards the opposite gender at this moment y'know!" I replied as I was getting weirded out by this messed up guy.
"Are you gay?!" And the question threw me off guard again.
"..."
"..."
We stared at each other.
"Who says I am gay?" Oh no, I feel some sort of deja vu right at this moment.
"You are gay!" He added with an enormous amount of disgust showing on his face.
"..."
"Boy, what do you mean you don't hold feelings for the opposite gender?!" Arata-san asked with a frown as he raised his fist to punch at a moment of notice.
"Sighhh, I am just 5 years old Arata-san, my pp is not functional as you said to feel that way towards women... I didn't mean to sound like a mental don't worry." I clarifiedand said something he will like. He nodded with satisfaction then went back to speak again much to my annoyance.
"Now, from this moment forward, I hereby forbid you to have more than one woman!"
"The fuck?!" I let out in surprise at the randomness of this as this old man was suddenly deciding things for my life without getting my permission!
"What?! You don't like it?! Then I don't give a shit! You will do as I will say! You will find a worthy woman and be with her for the rest of your life, no more than one woman, Understood?!" He shouted again with narrowed eyes.
"Old man Arata, isn't having a harem common nowadays? I am sure at your time it may have been worse, so what's up with you and women?" I asked with my eyebrow raised at this guy who had a clear enmity with polygamy as the disgust in his voice couldn't be more clear.
"Your father isn't here to teach you the basics of life, and I doubt he is smart enough to do so even if he was here, so you will take this precious advice from this elder of yours and don't make those same mistakes all those people have made..." He suprisingly calmed down a little and with a frown he started to give unwanted advice.
"I am just telling you to be grounded and solid like a proper serious man. You get what I am saying brat? And don't even fuck around every time you see a woman. That dysfunctional tool of yours will stay a virgin till you get a wife!"
"..." I just stared at my front absentmindedly.
"Women are like diamond–"
"I think you already talked about that part old man–"
*Bam!*
"Owwww!"
"Let me finish you disrespectful punk! So, as I said, women are like diamonds but surrounded by lava, toxic lava! Women are extremely jealous creatures, nag and whine a lot! They are also irrational attention seekers. You have seen women who annoy the hell out of their husbands, right?" He asked. I just nod while rubbing my head which was aching.
'Talk about misogyny. Is this guy Nietzsche's lost brother? Better shut my mouth though' I thought.
And from this moment on till we got near his friend's house, he went on and on and on about how it's bad to have multiple wives and whatnot because equality in feelings and actions doesn't exist, which I had no problem with and agreed to his slightly reasonable points.
"Understood now?! I am not saying Harem is %100 bad but men are assholes by nature and at some point, they don't seem to look at women other than an equipment to fuck! Which is wrong on so many levels!" He said.
"Arata-san, it seems like you have an irrational fear but I know where you're coming from. You just want me to be loyal, not follow interest but love and commit my life only to one woman, right?" I summarised all his diss talking harem people.
*Bam!* "Owwww!"
"Not even Madara Uchiha could make me feel fear little shit! and yes that's what I meant. Now give me that box and screw away!" He shouted, and without a second thought I gave him the box and said goodbye as we already reached our destination where an old house was in front of us with unkept vegetation.
After I went far away, I still could hear the curses Arata-san letting out at his poor friend who was a very shy old man.
I lay down under the shade of a tree and start to think while looking at my twig like arms.
.
.
.
Born as a German with a legendary bloodline pull, having a family, wife, a house, maybe later on... kids he hoped to have, then losing his family and everything, going into severe case of depression, becoming an otaku and losing his membership in the respected society, dying, meeting the one who created everything, giving me the powers of someone who can grab omniverses in each hand and use it to play ping pong and punch people with it, reincarnation and be reborn as a baby, having a new family who gave him thrice the love he had with his Adolf parents in his previous life.
How did I cope with this? Really weird, because if I really know myself, then I am sure I wouldn't accept any of this, I wouldn't accept reincarnation and living once again in the first place.
It's not like I am not grateful, quite the opposite because I have spent 10 years in the void and my mind broke just after only spending 1 year in there, now being here is a gift I am thankful for.
Though, I am really confused. I am grateful but I don't want to live. Maybe sending me to heaven could have been better as I could get to meet my family again but it seems my Athiest ass has been denied entry.
Anyways, I don't miss my previous family that much, I don't miss my previous life, I don't miss my previous world except for the internet and stuff, I don't miss nothing and glad to be here?
This isn't me.
I am changing. I feel like there is someone or something influencing me. Or was I always like this?
The OG Garou's essence is doing something to me and I can't seem to do anything about it.
I am subconsciously coping according to OG Garou's personality and think in ways I am not weirdly familiar with and familiar with at the same time. Now, I love being here but a very... very faint whisper is there deep inside telling me that I don't and this isn't me?
Or is it something else?
The Essence has been quiet for sometime now, so maybe it's something else happening to me and it's not OG Garou influencing me.
Maybe I was always like this. Maybe experiencing death changed something fundamental about me.
Or is it because I am free from my previous bloodline?
I do remember that many times we fled with my previous parents like pathetic rats! I remember we had to move from one place to another a lot.
We couldn't stay in one place.
All because those hunters and cultists were after our lives constantly. And we didn't know how they came to know that there are still some Adolfs who still existed. All we knew was to run all the time.
Even after close to a century, those rats didn't seem to move on with their hoe hoe caust bullscrap.
I am pretty sure now that I think about it, my family's death wasn't an accident like I was told at all.
Till now, I have been living in denial and didn't want to admit it. Years of propaganda and media brainwashed even me. It made me think that we were always the cursed ones and the losers. And that's why we deserved to always live like homeless mice.
And that we didn't have a right to exist because of something that didn't happen. Or at least something I didn't have a hand in it.
THEY were the rats for millenniums, and they transfered that title to us, brainwashed everyone, and turned my family into the ones who had to always be on the run.
It's so unfair. Maybe even when I died in that robbery, it was them who did it.
Before the accident happened that killed my family, I thought that maybe we have settled somewhere at last. I finished school somehow, then university, getting a job at Razer inc, married to that pitiful and lovely japanese girl.
It was all so perfect, too perfect. And maybe that was the plan all along. To make us lower our guards and find us.
I really want to meet my ancestor and ask this simple question, "Was it worth it?"
And I am pretty sure know what his answer will be. I have read Mein kampf, watched documentaries like Europa: the last battle, and The Greatest Story Never Told...
He will simply say "Yes, I regret I couldn't save the world." and then go on to explain how the central banks are creations of Satan, how democracy is a rat's psyop, how every war is just a business for Elites, and how the hypocrisy where colonial states with many genocides on their belts declare that Germans are the bad guys just because Germans don't want to follow that devilish path of degeneracy and cruelty.
I think I get it now...
Power.
Without power, even the greatest of saints can be accused of being drunk and get killed for it.
All that shit that happened to me, my family and ancestor was because we were simply weak.
.
And now, here we are again. I am from a clan that's going to go extinct.
Again, I will have to be on the run because of something as pathetic as having a special bloodline. And not just any ordinary bloodline. If someone knew of my Monster physiology, for example that mad scientist Orochimaru knew of it in the future, who knows what he will do.
It's so gay as fuck to be a mad scientist! What are you even mad about bruh? Men? Are you crazy for men?!
In this life, I swear I won't touch science and shit again outside some simple things. Too little science is what got me in that void space that broke my mind. I won't repeat the same mistake and be a straight single wife loving Satan hater.
A good lil harmless Nazi.
Eyy God? We chill this time aight? You da best!
Science is a men dominated field anyways. Is that what anyone wants? To be dominated by men?
Sighhhhh.
Peace, is that too much to ask for?
Maybe that's why I sometimes don't want to be here...
Too much sweats over bullshit.
But at least, I will try to not repeat the same mistakes as my ancestor.
.
Another problem is me having to train because this world isn't safe, and I hate that shit. I lifted weights in my previous life, not out of danger or survival, but fun. Now, I am forced to fight and kill at some point and my sorry ass doesn't know shit about fighting except for watching countless martial arts movies, anime, and that stuff.
Even though The essence of OG Garou can fix that up but it's about ethics and my own mentality, which I don't know if it's flawed or the correct one.
"Man, I really don't want to train, I just want to relax, lay on my couch, drink jewz, and read in peace. I want to eat and I don't want to strain my muscles. I loooove peace and I don't want to become a fighter or wish to fight anyone–"
DING ••• {Assimilation 1% ---> %5}
DING ••• {Fragments of Memory, Abilities and Will transfer...}
DING ••• {Indomitable Will: Unlocked}
One moment you are relaxing, complaining, and contemplating under the shade of a tree looking at the beautiful blue sky, then another moment, a rush of a cold energy wash over your body. Some foreign parts of memories start playing inside your head, so realistic, to the point of remembering how the air smelt like in those memories as if you literally lived in that moment and you just forgot about it for a second... something beyond a simple Deja vu.
The profound part was... the change.
Someone who was always complaining about how lazy he was and how he couldn't get up to train, now had a blazing, blinding and intense fire in his eyes that could scare the likes of Might Guy, force them to admit defeat instantly from the sheer beauty of its Youth!
A Will so great that–
"YOU DON'T KNOW ME SON!!!!"
The End.
[Just to be clear, this ain't a religious Fanfic lol. Everybody got the right to fuck around in life in their own ways. I ain't judging ya... I will try at least.]