『Felix Karl Grimm』
I walked up from the basement while feeling light as a feather. I defeated my first 2nd grade cursed spirit, and I only got a bruise on the back for it. All things considered, it was a decent performance.
Did this reinforce the fact that I would get stomped by anyone even remotely competent? Definitely. This thing was basically the bottom of the rung for anyone I remembered the name of.
But hey, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a simple step.
That step being this ticket. Hopefully I roll something good.
Rolling Gold Ability Gacha...
A Rare Ability!
[Infernal Chains]
|Rare Ability|
You are able to conjure infernal barbed chains that can bind or be used as weapons by you. Either emerging out of your body or from nearby surfaces.
Huh, I get a Seraphic ability and the one right after is an Infernal one? The gacha certainly has a sense of humor.
I replaced precognition with it and with a mental nudge, orange virtual fissures opened up in the floor before black chains with red hues crawled out of them and wriggled as if they were alive like snakes. With yet another mental command, they shot out.
Crack!
They pierced into the concrete school wall pretty easily. I'd say they had the piercing strength of about high caliber weapons or a sword stab from me. Pretty damn good, this finally covered my lacking long range capabilities. For anyone unable to fly I could take to the skies and skewer them with this.
If I had this in that fight, I probably could have won without having to get the Golem Core involved. I could have summoned these chains to restrain the Bad Gas Passer while dicing him up with my wings. Oh well, I could check how well that pans out with the next cursed spirits I hunt.
Speaking of...
"Kiek kiek!"
I found two more cursed spirits while roaming the halls. These looked notably smaller and less aware the stinky fart ghost. About the size of large ghosts with sickly green and blue colors.
"Infernal... crrrush. Fuck."
Wincing at my inability to come up with a cool name on the spot, I channeled the ability as they lunged at me, fissures appeared on the ceiling and floor and spat out infernal chains that homed in on the curses and snared around their waists.
Rrrrip!
With a truly sickening sound, the cursed spirits were torn apart as the chains spun around their bodies and squeezed, the thorns and barbs on the chains lacerating their bodies all the while.
I stared at the pile of smoke without remorse. They deserved to die after watching me fumble naming my attack.
...No ticket from that? Figures, didn't even have to move for those guys. If I got a ticket from that I may as well get a ticket for bothering to brush my teeth in the morning.
Man, I'm pretty beat. That fight was quite exhausting, and I have used my abilities a fair bit today. I think I'm due for a massive food binge today. Maybe some meatballs and hot dogs? And a ton of sweets, a ton, a literal metric ton.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmh...
Ugh, I wish I could just fly back now.
Hmm... I'm probably fast enough to avoid people seeing me right? And I can fly low enough that radars cannot spot me.
Eh, as long as I take the scenic route, it'll be fine. I want to check just how fast I can go too.
I pulled out my phone and checked the map of the area and saw that there was a pretty large stretch of plains and forests towards Tokyo. Perfect.
After making absolutely sure nobody was nearby I unleashed my wings and crouched low.
Alright, let's see how fast this baby goes.
Turning on Superhuman on top of it I stretched my wings.
Boom! Woosh!
"Woohoo!!!"
I flew, fast.
Very fast.
The world around me seemed like nothing but a blur as I raced through the air, faster than any car. But despite going so fast, my eyes adjusted, and I was able to quickly weave between trees as I flew close to ground. Thanks to the effect of Seraph Tracers, the wind resistance only felt like a pleasant breeze and I didn't feel anything like cold or even nausea or vertigo. Just pure, unadulterated and unsubstantiated speed.
Thanks to my precision and incredible reflexes, alongside how good Seraph Tracers were, despite going through a sparse forest, I was able to weave between the trees without hitting anything.
Boom!
The first sound barrier broke as I emerged out of the forest and got more comfortable handling my speed. I flew down the sparse forest like a angel shaped projectile. And I was still getting faster too.
I got even faster, probably Mach 1.5 now. And Tokyo was fast approaching, but these speeds needed me to pay full attention to use properly, and I was liable to hitting a tree fast enough that even Superhuman would not save me from turning into soup, so I adjusted my speed back down to subsonic speeds.
And eventually, once I was about a bus stop away from Tokyo, I let go of the wings and emerged out of the forest. Feeling exhilarated and tired as all hell. I haven't had the opportunity to feel the fresh winds on my body like that, ever.
Of course, now that I was on my feet, I was forced to walk to the nearest Taxi and take it to my apartment. I could use a nap before my next food binge. After that... hmm, maybe I find that Fight Club that Hakari runs so that I can have some fights, maybe ask him to train me if I can impress him?
I've got options for sure.
But as I went home, I noticed someone sitting in front of my door and playing with their phone. And they were not a cute girl, instead they were a rather gangly looking high schooler with black hair, covering one half of their face, the other eye showed a black eye that oozed with annoyance and exasperation. And rather obviously, there were some bruises littering his body.
Isn't he that one guy? The one who got killed by Mahito?
J... Jsomething.
Yeah, him.
"What are you doing here, man?"
J-man looked up from his phone and looked me dead in the eyes and held out some paper towards me. He looked he knew me, probably a classmate of mine, I did skip school like the delinquent I am after all.
"Grimm-kun, the handouts from today, you skipped class today so Tanaka-sensei sent me to give them to you. Could have responded to the texts at least and told me you were outside, I've been here for half an hour."
So I did know this guy, or at least he knew me. I only got summarized about the fact that I in fact went to school, and what that school was. Just brief stuff, not that I had many interpersonal relationships. Though we don't seem to be too close from how he talks to me.
I grabbed the handouts and gave him a nod.
"Right, sorry dude. My phone kinda ran out of charge, so I couldn't see the message, thanks for the help."
In reality, I had just neglected to check notifications. I had kinda forgotten that I should periodically do that, I was just too used to Giffany managing my agent and all messages I would get. I'm kinda used to ignoring everything otherwise as 99% of what was in my mailbox were car advertisements or people offering me jobs to kill people.
...Man, it feels weird being in a world where I'm not expected to cull a few people a day to make ends meet or just to go down an alleyway.
Did I perhaps get too used to killing people? It was a great stress reliever. Hell, sometimes I just bust down Maelstrom hideouts for the love of the game and to test my new guns.
Now that I think it out loud, that does not sound normal. Should I get therapy? Nah.
"It's fine."
He brusquely replied before getting up and brushing off his pants and started walking away while I started thinking. He was the guy for sure. The one who was getting bullied horribly and got Mahito'ed.
I suppose I have something to do at school now after all. I could help fix that bully problem of his.
Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't just doing this out of altruism. I wasn't some superhero out to fix every wrongdoing I knew of, because, frankly, that mindset was self-destructive in my current situation.
I had the entire Multiverse at my fingertips, if I was going to help everyone I could, I would never be able to stop. I would be rolling the stone of helping people up a hill forever. Fact of the matter was, I couldn't help everyone, and if I was going to help every poor soul I saw, I would spend hundreds of years in every world. It would ruin me emotionally, and frankly, I was never the altruist type.
Of course, that didn't mean I wouldn't help people. But I don't seek out people to help. Though I am not averse to helping people in front of me. And Junpei was someone I could spare some attention to.
I never did like bullies.
Hopefully, averting his canon fate gives me a sizable ticket. A gold, a silver works too.
But that was for tomorrow, today, school was already out. And I was going to be busy for the rest of the day absolutely stuffing my face with every morsel of food I could put my filthy paws on.
May patron bless this wonderful world for having such great food.
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『Felix Karl Grimm』
I was in an exceptionally good mood today, I had gotten to stuff my face, get a good nights rest with fresh air. I was happy, content, in my zone and unbothered. I put on my school uniform and started walking to school with my school bag. I was not planning on staying there for long anyway. I was just going to stalk J-pop the entire day until I found him being bullied.
And if he wasn't going to get bullied today, we were going to have problems because those bully brats will have wasted an entire day of mine.
I would upgrade their beating from moderate to considerable.
School itself was... well, it was absolutely boring. Way too boring. I spent the entire class scrolling on my phone discreetly. I didn't know what the hell they were talking about in the class, and I doubted I needed the knowledge of a random Japanese History lecture anytime soon.
After a few classes, it had become lunchtime and I started subtly stalking J-boy. Mostly hanging to crowds around him and keeping myself discreet, which was far easier than stalking some Tyger claws so I could learn where their hideout was. Though I was not a savant by any means.
"Oi! Junpei, buddy, come with us for a second, will you?"
Some bigger kid bumped Junpei's shoulder and grabbed his arm while Junpei's face went paler. And I knew already who my target was. He looked the stereotypical bully with the below average face and the large build. He had the gait of someone who was used to pushing others around.
I followed behind the two around as the larger boy dragged the Junpei around. Eventually pulling him into a nook behind the school where several others were smoking, and there was a clear ringleader of an athletic tall boy with decent looks and a girl with fairly large assets that I assumed was his girlfriend.
The big boy pushed him onto the ground and looked down at him.
"You've got guts trying to avoid us, Junpei. Didn't you say you'd buy us lunch today?"
Junpei's expression twisted into one of frustration.
"When did I say that...!?"
The big boy cracked his knuckles and glared down at him.
"You callin' me a liar now?"
Alright, now's the time I step in.
Clap!
"Alright, that's enough kids. Hey Junpei, thanks for sticking around to give me those papers yesterday. Let me pay you back." Even if I threw away the papers shortly afterward.
"What...?"
"Huh? Who the hell is this guy?"
The boys started getting up as I stepped out from behind the wall, the girl instinctively clung to her boyfriend.
I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulders.
Seems like I'll have to hold back quite a lot to not maim these guys.
A/N: Felix may seem a bit unhinged in this world, because he is, he just got out of a hell world, and he is still winding down into acceptable levels for Jujutsu Kaisen, he is experiencing freedom and fun now. And he has literally no one to hold him accountable either. He is just vibin' and not carin' like a baller.
Who will win? Grimm, the Reaper of Night City vs 5 Stereotypical Japanese School Bullies. Grimm is a force of nature that decided he is helping Junpei out of pure chance. Did you guys expect that? I thought it would be fitting, a relatively low stakes encounter and Junpei gets to survive this time around. What did you guys think of this chapter? I'd love to know.
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