His whole life has been a lie.
His whole life has been a lie.
His whole life has been a lie.
His whole life has been a lie.
His whole life–
"It doesn't matter!" Garou muttered aggressively to himself. His eyes closed while sitting cross-legged inside the garden of his house.
There is death, and then there is the dreadful thought of ending up being nothing, all while being haunted by the hellish desire to be everything.
"Weakness."
"That's all there is to it. I was and am weak."
"Let's start over." Garou opened his eyes. His frown fading from his face finally.
Let's get back to reality.
That bastard Miller wasted this body too much when he was in control.
A hopeless man-child, that's what Miller was.
While other people his age are at the Ninja Academy learning to throw kunai or practicing tree-climbing or some bullshit like that, he sits under a tree reading old clan scrolls about which Hokage liked sweet dumplings or the exact number of tiles on his house's roof.
He knows every boring detail about the village founder's pet cats, what the Daimyos like or dislike, what the Shogun wants, will the Shogun put tariffs on Konoha or not and all that shit, but he couldn't even throw a punch properly without the sheer talent of this body helping him out!
His parents sigh and worry about his future secretly, and he probably never will be someone noteworthy at all without this body or that Essence shit forcing usefulness into him.
Useless.
Undisciplined.
Lazy.
Pathetic.
Waiting all day for years so the Essence could automatically make him stronger.
And when he started training, he put in the minimum effort, wasting all that talent!
Only the Indomitable Will slightly helped him out.
You can find excuses by saying that he was only 7 years old, but have you ever seen a 7 years old look like 14? Or a mentally 20 years old in a 7 year old's body?
He was clearly different!
The Essence was boosting the hell out of Miller's ass as best as it could but he still failed to do the bare minimum!
There was no excuse to not abuse that shit by dying inside that training ground from exhaustion.
Half Human half Monster... even a racial advantage! Something Garou himself didn't have in the OPM world until he was 17 years old and went through an insane amount of battles.
Just thinking about it was boiling Garou's blood.
"You live in a world where everybody are freaking after your ass to stick their little toys in and this is your reaction?!"
On the other hand, Garou understood the pathetic reality of the 21st-century earth that Miller came from.
Desensitised and weak.
That's the shortest description you can give to that sorry excuse of people in that world.
Wasting hours away doing... nothing.
So easy to brainwash.
They sleep but next day they are more tired.
They eat but never use the energy of that food on something that could contribute to anything... any single thing!
They go to the gym their whole lives, but can't pick up 5 kilos for their parents when they need them.
They sit there, glued to those little screens, watching other people live actual lives while their own life collects dust.
They stuff their faces with junk shit while watching shows about starving, and they feel zero shame!
They scroll through pictures of people they hate, jealous of their vacations, jealous of their bodies, jealous of their relationships. But instead of doing something about it or improve themselves, they just order another a big mac burger to eat.
They'll sell their privacy, their time, and their attention for a device that costs a thousand bucks just only to follow every footsteps of Taylor Swift and if she will fart today or not, will she sleep on her left side or not.
They get angry at strangers on the internet all day long. They type out hateful things from the safety of their bed, but they'd never say it to anyone's face because that would require actual courage.
Fucking fake ass cowards!
Then they post a selfie and wait for strangers to tell them that they matter.
They've got the entire history of human desire in their pocket, and they use it to numb themselves late at night before sleep because guess what? Their whole personality revolves only around dicks and puh.
They have more comfort than any human in history, and yet, they've never been more miserable.
They've got heated homes, food from every corner of the planet, medicine that actually works, and the freedom to be whoever they want. And what do they do with it?
They become Furries!
In a world that you could be anything! Any single thing, any identity, having the opportunity to be great, to be something more, to be the best...
But they think they are women or men!
Or dogs and cats.
Just then to seek validation, likes, and support in their private little communities on Reddit and fuck-ass places because they know they are wrong, so all losers converge.
The straights? More gay than gays.
Even the ones who chase greatness or are a little decent are distracted by dancing girls on TikTok!
A product of comfort, materialism, and hedonistic devilish rot created specifically to control, mind rape and enslave all the people around the world by... those guys.
And Miller, for all his identity as the descendant of the Painter, a leader loved by all Germans and even beyond till this day, especially nowadays because it's the age of the Great Noticing! And people waking up to the true history of the world, not the fabricated one written by the wrong side of winners, he for sure was not worthy to hold that family name.
Though, Garou didn't trust the painter too. A killer is a killer and you don't trust killers. Maybe he was also created by the bankers to clash Germans with the Russians, since Russia had the highest and the healthiest type of christians living in it.
Or maybe the painter himself didn't know that he was walking into the trap of the Bankers?
Destroying the homicidal Bolsheviks- Communists was the fundamental, primary goal of the Nazis from the inception of their movement.
The Nazi worldview, largely driven by the Austrian Painter, considered the Judeo-Bolshevism Communism to be an existential threat to Germany and an ideology they believed was created by Jews to gain world power and domination, like that guy Leon Trotsky.
Communism has killed more innocent people than any other ideology yet people are taught that the Nazi's were the worst people in human history.
The Nazis wanted to expel the Jews as most were communists and had oppressed, exploited and abused Germans.
But they targeted ALL Communists not just Jews.
Around 300,000 Jews died during WW2 with the majority dying from Typhus according to the Red Cross and other verified records.
They also died from mass bombings by the U.S, Britain and other allied forces which also killed 8-10 MILLION Germans. Actually, millions upon millions of many different types of people of all kinda died and slaughtered during the WW2.
Why don't people have the same visceral response to the Bolsheviks as they do to the Nazi's?
Or why the dramatic reaction isn't the same for any other mass slaughter that happened against blacks, whites, christians, muslims, hindus, buddhists, confucianists...etc by the Communist totalitarianism, capitalists, and the imperialist empire?
The Bolsheviks made the Nazi's look like Angels in comparison. Let's talk about that, but ohh wait, that's anti-septic so shushhhh.
Also, since Bolshevism is a creation of the jews, it would make sense the Nazis would persecute the jews because the ultimate enemies of the Nazis were the communists who were actively killing and slaughtering Christians, and minorities like Muslims and all religious people that existed in Bolshevik Russia.
Anyways, Garou only saw the painter as a lesser evil. With him as the winner, maybe the world would have been a little better than whatever fuckery is happening on that Earth.
But not much different.
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Forget that bullshit, now comes the best part that made Garou's mouth lift a little...
Knowledge!
Knowledge about many useful things he normally didn't know even when he was in OPM world, like business, real estate, programming...etc.
But beyond that which is the most important, he now got knowledge about Martial Arts and stuff from all those anime, manga, shows and games Miller had.
And whenever Martial Arts is mentioned in any anime community or stuff, Garou always got the top seats of being glazed!
And his enhanced brain which got near photographic memory, can remember details easily if he focused on them.
More than that, he knows now.
He knows his own future and what happened to him in the OPM world!
And it annoyed him greatly.
That was really his future?
The only problem is that, he himself still hasn't experienced those events. His current memories only go till he left the Dojo and fought some Heroes.
That's it.
And it pissed him off!
Imagine being denied your own history except for limited stuff here and there.
"Cupcake! Can you please help me out and slice some onions for me?!" His 'mom' shouted from the kitchen.
"At least a bitch isn't my mom like I used to have in my world." Garou grumbled and stood up.
"A good start. With Miller's memories, this world will become a playground sooner than later!" Garou grinned savagely.
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3 years later/
Right at this moment, Garou was mad as hell!
Asking why?
Because he was hearing noises...
"Duuuudeeeeeeeeeee you ain't believing what I been through last night!" A student beside him was talking to his buddies.
"Bet?"
"Yeah man let me tell you, last night it was late and my mouth was as dry as Kazekage's wife! So I woke up and wanted to grab some water,"
"Mhmm, then?" Another student leaned closer to the boy to see what happened.
"Well I was drinking water when I heard noises upstairs in my mom's room!" The student said with a frown.
"So I went upstairs to see what in the Sage's balls was going on. And guess what?" The student grinned with a light perverted blush.
"What?" Nearly 4 other students were listening now.
"Well, my mom and dad were having sex hahahahahhahaahahha!!" The student doubled over his desk and laughed hysterically.
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His friends were weirdly looking at him and the student immediately noticed and stopped laughing.
"Why you looking at me like that?!" The student shouted, annoyed that no one laughed with him.
"Dude, you don't have a father! That wasn't your dad!" One of the students finally revealed and all went silent for a brief moment before they all roared with laughter.
"Shut the hell up!!!" The student shouted, his face red.
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"Awwwwwwwhhh look at this picture! Ain't Pocchari cute?" A girl student held a picture for her friend to see.
"Awwwwwwwwhhhhhhhh! Soooo cutee and beautiful!!" Her friend replied as she cooed at the picture of a fat ugly girl.
"Right?! She looks just like you!" The girl said.
"What?! I look like that fat bitch?! YOU are the one that looks like her!!" The girl's friend immediately became angry and shouted at her.
"You said what bitch?!! You are calling me fat?!"
"Yes you ugly bitch!!"
Bam Bam Bam Bam!!
And the girls started to fight.
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"I got 10."
"I got 15."
"Dammmmm!! How in the hell did you get 15/100 on the exams?!"
"Shi was too easy bet!"
"Nahh bro what's your secret because noooo wayy!"
"Heh, you really wanna hear it?"
"Yeah man, spill the beans!"
"Yukino in class Y promised to let me hit if I get more marks than her." Smirk.
"Dannnnnnggg! You guys are a match made in... HELL fuahahahahaa!!!"
Bam Bam Paw Paw Bam!!
A fight broke out immediately after that.
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"Eyy bruh wanna hear a dad joke?"
"Why you wanna joke about something you don't have?"
The first guy deadpanned at that.
"Ha..ha..ha soooo funny, and you know what? I heard your mom died after being raped for hours in the land of lightning. After all, she is a... woman."
"..."
"..."
"I love you bro."
"I love you too man."
The two dudes hugged.
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The classroom was loud and messy. The teacher was not there yet.
In the back, a boy was making paper airplanes. He folded them fast and threw them across the room. One hit an ugly and huge girl in the back of the head. She turned around and pounced on the boy and started to strip his clothes.
The boy fainted from the shock.
In the middle of the room, a guy stood up. His face was red and he looked angry. "It's too fucking hot in here!" he yelled. The room was actually cold, but the guy did not seem to care. Then he picked up his chair and held it over his head. Then he started chasing another guy who was break dancing on the floor.
Near the window, close to Garou, two girls were pulling each other's hair. They were both yelling that some boy is theirs to fuck only. Right next to them, two other girls were putting on lip gloss. They looked in small mirrors and talked like nothing was happening.
In another corner, a small boy had a straw. He put little pieces of paper in it and blew small wet paper balls flew across the room. Some landed on desks and some hit people in the neck.
The room was full of noise. Kids yelling, chairs scraping, students running. No one was watching them. No one was trying to stop any of it. Even the teacher didn't care to attend.
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Garou sat frozen while the noise crashed around him, a paper airplane bounced off his shoulder, someone screamed near the door, a chair scraped loud against the floor, and with each sound his teeth clenched tighter, his face burned hot, veins bulged at his temples and along his neck, his hands curled into fists so tight the nails dug into his palms, his whole body trembled like something ready to explode, and he just stared ahead at nothing, breathing shallow, counting silently in his head, one to ten, over and over, trying not to lose it completel–
Bam!!
The guy who was feeling hot hit the desk right where Garou was sitting, smashing it! Chunks of wood and splinters all hit Garou's chest and face who was sitting on his chair with arms crossed.
Silence
Dead drop silence.
The fighting girls, the fat ugly girl midway to sexually assault a boy, the make up girls, the paper plane student, the bros. Everyone, everyone stopped and looked... nervously.
Normally, at the start of the day, everybody took notice of Garou first thing when they came into class. Because how could you not notice that mountain of muscles and volcanic aura surrounding Garou?
So, everybody tried their best to ignore the man unless they wanted to start real trouble, because Garou looked exactly like the type of person to break skulls using his pinky fingers.
With shadows hiding his face, arms crossed over his broad chest, veins of eyes bulging, Garou glared down at the boy who crashed his desk whom looked like an ant in comparison to his appearance.
Sweat ran down the back of his neck as the boy shakily looked at the human in front of him "S...sorry man I...I didn't mean to disturb you I swear it was that guy's fault!" He nervously said, only to receive an intense silent glare which made him more nervous.
Garou kept staring at the small kid. Then, without looking away, he started to stand up. He moved slow, and the chair he sat on let out a loud groan under him. He kept rising and rising, his full height becoming visible, and he was huge, bigger than anyone realized, shoulders broad and frame thick like a tree trunk.
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The class got dead silent and kids stared with their mouths open. The small kid who hit his desk looked really scared now, like he might cry.
Garou looked at the small kid one last time, then turned toward the door. He took his first step. It was heavy, like something big hitting the floor, and the whole class felt it with kids near him pulled back without even thinking.
Their bodies just moved out of the way as he took another step, and the floor seemed to shake a little. More kids moved, and a path opened up in front of him like water parting.
Nobody said a word and they just watched him walk, each step loud and slow, stomping toward the door like a giant.
He kept walking and his face was still red with his jaw still tight. The veins on his neck were still there as he reached for the door and grabbed the handle, and he stopped for just a second, which made the whole class hold their breath.
Then he yanked the door open and walked through and he slammed it behind him with a Bang!
The sound echoed in the quiet room and everyone just sat there, staring at the door, not moving and not making a sound.
This may be the first time this class ever was this silent.
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This wasn't the only thing which made Garou feel like shit right now.
Let's go back to last night's conversation to understand what happened:
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"So, Zombie!" Gintoki said suddenly as he jealously looked at Garou as if looking at a Gorilla because, just look at those muscles!
Damm!
"Yes?" Garou replied while picking up some grilled fish on the dining table.
Weirdly enough, or influenced by Miller, it was easy for Garou to accept the biological parents of this world, which at the time made him frown.
His personality was a mix of his own and Miller's, with his own personality being the pretty dominant one, so it was slightly easy to blend in this family.
The weird part is how easily he accepted Gintoki and Ayaka as his parents. And weirder than that is... he cared for them.
That's why Garou immediately knew that even though Miller was no more, his personality and feelings got fused with his own.
"Do you remember the deal that we made five years ago?" Gintoki pointed at Garou with his chopsticks.
Garou stopped his hands right before he put some fish in his mouth, then continued. "A deal? What in hell are you talking about?"
"Ahh, maybe you were a kid at that time, so that's why you don't remember," Gintoki said as he hit his own palm, still holding chopsticks in his hand.
"Your father is talking about that time when you didn't want to go to the academy and instead wanted to train," Ayaka said.
"Seriously?" Garou asked with a deadpan as he pointed at himself.
"Yes, I had talked with Tobirama-sensei at the time to excuse you from going to the academy because of your special circumstances until you are ten. And now it's time to go and be in the academy for two years, then graduate like the rest of the kids your age Zombie," Gintoki said, much to Garou's dismay.
"Do I look like a kid to you?" Garou asked.
"More like a Gorilla. Different species same essence type shi," Gintoki replied with contempt, still jealous though.
"You want me, a grown ass man to sit with obnoxious kids barely reaching my torso?" Garou asked with a grimace.
"Kids that could potentially fold your ass..." Gintoki retorted with a smirk.
"What was that?!"
"Enough you two! And no can do little cupcake. You are, like, what, ten years old and still don't have any friends?" Ayaka said.
"Friends are overrated." Garou said boredly.
"Edgyy–" Gintoki said but was interrupted by a glare from Ayaka.
"Cupcake, you know we love you so much, right?"
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"We just want what's best for you. These past three years, I had lost the count of times I thought you were going to die because of that hellish training you were and are on. Being alone for some time is okay but being a loner with no friends after 10 whole years is not!" Ayaka said worriedly.
And to be honest, Garou was annoyed but his eyes softened at the concern his mom showed.
He never experienced familial love when he was in the OPM world. His mom was a bitch, and his dad went for the milk, and his friends bullied him.
Only his master, Bang, genuinely worried or at least treated him good.
So, he didn't lash out like he usually does when he gets annoyed at something.
"Father is enough of a hassle and you want to add on that?" Garou replied and Gintoki put a hand on his mouth and his eyes started to water for some reason.
"You consider me your friend??" Gintoki asked with a soft voice, as if the words themselves touched him... with their hands.
Garou only made a disgusted expression and ignored him, barely suppressing a spit.
Now Gintoki is heart broken.
"No can do Cupcake, it's final! You had enough time to be with yourself. Time to socialise, I won't take a no to this." Ayaka said with no nonsense tone.
"You are a future clan head, so you must make some connections with other clan kids. Even your marriage depends on this! Also–"
Ayaka paused for a moment and then smirked.
"Your crush is currently in there!"
"Awwwwwww a crushhhhh, how lewd!" Gintoki awwed.
"Crush?" Garou ignored the distractor and asked his mom with confusion.
He didn't remember liking anyone.
"You don't remember? You were 4 when you proposed to that sweet child, Tsunade I mean," Ayaka replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Ohhhhh!" Garou let out as he went through some of the memories in his head.
And to say he didn't know how to feel about this was an understatement because basically, Miller was... a horny asshole.
He was obsessed with Tsunade. Planning to get Tsunade under the bag as soon as possible before Danzo sent Kato Dan and seduce Tsunade with his gay looking ass.
Grooming, scenarios, prediction, dating ideas...etc. The dude was ready for everything.
And to be honest with you, it was affecting him more than he admitted.
Though, he didn't have much problem with it. He may look like a muscle head who is after power all the time, but he was also a man of culture.
He appreciated beauty and perfection.
And Tsunade was both.
"I am in." Garou replied seriously which made his parents finally sigh in relief.
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Back to present...
He REGRETTED it.
THE END.
[Shout out to leviathan6969 for providing us a sick cover photo for this fic.🖤❤️🤍🙋🏼♂️🙋🏻♂️🙋🏼♂️🙋🏻♂️]