Chapter 139 - My SI Stash #39 - New Game, New Life by Adudefromthesea (Ranma&AnimeXovers) (1/2)

-Well, I finally found a SI Anime World fic like ”Start by Becoming a Mangaka” but it's recently been published so not a lot of chapters. It has Ranma, Sailor Moon, Taimanin and probably lots more.

*SI starts as a Gamer in Furinkan High. Seems to be a slow fic~

Sypnosis: ???

Rated: M

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Chapter 1

Once you find yourself trapped inside an out of control crazy train, all you can do is enjoy the ride. That was the sentiment that was carrying me throughout the day.

”Ahh, where is it? I swear I put it somewhere around…”

The small, porky vice-principal was rummaging through his messy officer desk in search of my application. He looked as unprepared to deal with me as I was to deal with my day… almost if my and my family's entire existence was suddenly inserted into this new reality, and now the innocent people just following their ordinary fates were getting confused as f_u_c_k every time I get too close.

Oh, and of course, just to crown things out, there were words flouting above his balding head.

Ishiyama Daisuke

Furinkan High's overworked vice principal.

Level: 08

Gamer powers, because why not?

”Meehh, there it is, ah, Ōe-kun.” He says, reading from some doc_u_ments I'm sure didn't exist until today, ”I'm so very sorry for the delay. You have come in an awfully busy time I'm afraid, haha.” He tried to laugh it off.

By the state of his office, I reckon every day is an 'awfully busy day' for this guy…

I sighed, halting this thought process, no use taking on a guy who was just trying to do his job.

”Yes, Ishiyama-vice principal, I understand and apologize for my family's unreasonable request,” I say, letting the instinctual Japanese politeness that came packed in this new body slip through.

”No, no, it was no problem at all! In fact, everything seems to be in order.” He places down the doc_u_ments without more than a passing glance, but I was expecting something like this. It was for the same reason the vice presided himself was greeting me; the Ōes, this mysterious family I was now part of, were apparently filthy rich. ”Now, now Ōe-kun, I'm happy to inform you your application has been accepted. Welcome to the Furinkan family!”

”Thank you very much, Ishiyama-vice principal.”

He smiled at my politeness, probably thinking I would be no trouble at all. Boy, he could not be more wrong; I am a Gamer sponsored by a ROB and now a resident of Tokyo's Nerima ward of anime Japan in the early nineties. I dread to think about the amount of trouble I'll cause by merely existing.

Nevertheless, it doesn't hurt being polite. Vice-principal certainly seems to think so by the way he enthusiastically bounced up from his chair.

”Wonderful! Now, if you would follow me, I'll escort to your classroom.”

And quietly explain my presence to the confuse teacher, no doubt.

We were about a few steps into the corridor when he abruptly stops, the back of his neck suddenly dripping beads of sweat, body paralyzed mid-stride, and looking as tense as he could ever get. As if he has just remembered something horrible and has also just f_u_c_k something up.

And that was about the time the distant shouts started.

”TENDO AKANE! PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!”

”LET'S US MAKE A STRIKE OF LOVE!”

”LET'S DANCE THE BOULEVARD OF PA_S_SION!”

The shouts continued, but now they were accompanied by the sorrowful noise of flesh bruising, bone-breaking, and hearts shattering.

I lean into the window, watching the admittedly impressive sight of a short, blue-haired girl mowing down an entire crowd of fit guys like she was the star of a bad kung fu flick.

”… Ah.” There is nothing to say. I was suspecting something like that would happen ever since I figure out where I was, but to see it first hand was… an experience. ”She's good?” I commented, also catching the distant sight of the boy in a red chinese shirt gopnik squatting on the wall. Of course, he would be there too. ”Does this happen often?”

”Ahhnn.” He m_o_a_n_e_d nasally, Japanese bowing in my way. ”I'm so so very sorry.”

Then Tatewaki Kuno appeared, the sky darkened, and the world became a little crazier.

I got a feeling I'll be saying that a lot.

-0-0-0-

There was something to be said about this reincarnation. I mean, I'm a squishy human now, but with the Gamer that could easily change, yet there is no… overall thread I would need the gamer to deal with. This might feel presumptuous, but I think being the Gamer in a universe that was basically a slapstick comedy was kind of a waste.

The students of Class 1-F stared at us, probably marveling at the oddity of not one but two transfer students getting in their class at the same time… or marveling at Ranma Saotome's muscles. Say what you will about the boy, but he was built like a lean warmachine, and it showed.

I wanted to sigh. My poor inferior muscles, I was so happy you were at least there this morning. Outclassed by the protagonist.

”It seems we have two new students today.” The forgettable teacher stated in case there's still any doubt. ”Their names are Saotome Ranma-kun and Ōe Hiroshi-kun, and it seems that Ranma has just returned from a trip to China, so let's all be sure to give him a big 'Nihao' now.” He laughed at his own joke without even changing the tone of his voice.

Every single person in this room, including Ranma and me, engaged in the obligatory reaction to any and all teachers joke: staring blankly ahead until he finished laughing and making us sad.

”Hehehehehe…Ahn, well, maybe be not…” You think? ”Be that as it may, it doesn't excuse the fact that he and Akane were late, so go stand in the hall you two. Ah, Ōe-kun, you may sit at the free seat near the window.”

It was easy to see who Akane was, even among Anime Japan's more diverse hair colors blue still stand out a lot, that and the fact that she was one of the most attractive girls in the class. I could her features trembling in anger, but it quickly disappeared as she reins her feelings back in. Ranma just shrugged; in fact, he even seems happy for not having to stay in a classroom.

I sat on my protagonist chair and let my thoughts wander off from the protagonists for a bit, mostly because I had… other things to worry about.

My eyes slid to the right.

Fujimori Yuka

Yakuza Princess

Himiko Kenji

Vegan Werewolf

Level: 09

Tomo Sakura

Budding witch

Level: 08

Gosunkugi Hikaru

Voodoo enthusiast

Level: 02

Katagiri Sayuri

Closed M_a_s_o_c_h_i_s_t

Level: 05

Kuroba Daisuke

Aspiring Superhero

Level: 07

Koba Satoru

Evil Genius

Level: 07

Koike Miiko

Murderous Yandere

Level: 10

Finally, I sneak a look at the chubby boy sitting behind me.

Onigiri Kouki

Furry

Level: 01

Dear god…

There isn't anyone in this class that isn't a freak in some way!

New Quest: Memories of youth.

Your class is full of new and interesting people. Get involved in their lives and make precious memories along the way.

Reward:

100.000 exp.

Increase relationship with every member of class 1-F.

Failure:

Become a social outcast.

Deadline: Until next the school year.

Accept/Refuse.

So there you are quest system, where were you when I was doing the dishes or cleaning the apartment, you know, easy shit to start the game with! But noooo, f_u_c_k tutorial! Let's give this f_u_c_ker a year-long quest that requires him to dive headfirst into Nerima madness, and let's tempt him with a shit load of exp to his level 01 a_s_s while at it.

Whatever, the exp is not that tempting.

… I'm in control, damn it!

Quest accepted!

Don't judge me!

”Ranma Saotome!” A strong, prideful voice could be heard from the corridor, hell, it could be heard from the other side of the school even. It was easily able to overtake the droning lecture from the teacher. ”I won't allow it!”

”This engagement of your to Tendo Akane. I, TATEWAKI KUNO, SHALL NEVER, EVER ALLOW IT!!!”

There was a moment of silence so the appropriate pin could drop. Then a stampede of hormonal, drama-deprived, Japanese teenagers trampled their way to the classroom's windows and partially tore it open to woe, curse and generally shout at the new couple and the crazy samurai outside.

”Ahh! C-Calm down, Calm down, we're still in class!” The teacher tried to plead to the crowd, but his monotonous voice was lost in the screaming commotion.

The only ones not by the windows were me, who was still sitting on my chair, and Gosunkugi Hikaru, who was twitching on the ground after being trampled half to death.

I sighed.

Gosunkugi twitched.

Well, at least Ramna is doing a good job keeping the budding Nerima bullshit from spilling out on me.

… And of course, that was the time my body decided to shiver as a sensation I'd never felt before drew my attention to a specific direction.

Skill created: Spiritual Senses, level 01.

A skill shared by people s_e_n_s_i_t_i_v_e to exoteric energy, allows you to detect supernatural creatures and phenomenon in your vicinity.

The f_u_c_k?

New Quest: Like, onmyoji and shit…

A mischievous Yokai has entered the premises, do something about it!

Rewards:

500 exp.

Failure:

A wave of misfortune cast over Furinkan High's student population.

Possible injury or death.

Three girls traumatized for life.

Deadline: Until the end of the school day.

Accept/Refuse.

I slowly placed a hand over my face and g_r_o_a_n_e_d. Of course, even thinking like that would provoke the universe; this is goddamn Nerima after all.

Fine! Ok! I'm already a_s_s deep in bullshit anyway, what a few more centimeters gonna do.

-0-0-0-

It was easy to sneak away while the whole school was distracted with Ranma ½ shenanigans, it was even easier to find the equipment shed and help myself in. Soon I was exiting it with a nice aluminum baseball bat, and a bulky nailgun.

The rest was simply following this new… sense. It was like a little bird chirping in the back of your head, or an annoying bee buzzing in your ear, I couldn't shut it down, and it was distracting as f_u_c_k, but at least I had a general feel of where to go.

Spiritual Senses leveled up!

Yeah yeah.

My new skill led me to a fire staircase discretely positioned beside the building, away from the front entrance and a short distance from where Ranma and Kuno were going at it if the giant pillar of water was any indication. There was a bubble of distorted reality in the middle.

Seriously, it was like a giant, man-sized glass ball that was distorting the light around it, the images of a continuing stairway contracting and expanding inside its transparent form. I poked it with my baseball bat, causing ripples of distortion to softly traverse the surface.

Alright then, here it goes nothing.

You have entered an Illusion Barrier.

The first thing that was apparent was the sound, or rather, the lack of it. People really take for granted the small sounds that make up the background noise of their life. The chirps of birds, buzzing of insects, breathing of other people, even the distant urban noises of a moving city were all components of what people would consider an average hearing experience. Pieces so familiar that they fell out of conscious thought in favor of more immediate noise.

But take that away, and it's impossible not to notice. It was unnatural, unbalancing, and just plain creepy.

I stood on the next step of the stair I would have taken in the 'real' world. Existing on a Furinkan high school of another, empty, reality. With my new annoying senses bearing down on me from every direction.

I had to grab the rails of the stair for support, trying to steady my unbalancing legs, my eyes closed as I pushed the wrongness of the lack of noise to the side while I tried to make sense of the new storm that was my supernatural senses.

It's twigging like mad because I'm inside a supernatural phenomenon, but it can't help me like this.

I spend a few minutes just focusing on breathing, calming the body and mind just enough so I could function.

Spiritual Senses leveled up!

Spiritual Senses leveled up!

That's better.

Pushing through the wave, I took my first steps and made my way through the empty school.

Not so empty school apparently, but not in any way that would lessen the creepy factor. There were… images? Impressions? Ghost of students walking through the corridors, talking animatedly in voices only they could hear, conglomerating on the windows to watch the fight, or make sense of the aftermath now.

It was on the first floor, the third years' floor for some reason, that I found the 'yokai'.

”Kiki! Ki ki KI!” The tiny creature cried enthusiastically as it knuckled it's way behind a female image and looked up her skirt.

Whatever I was expecting from the yokai, it wasn't this. Hell, it looked more like an ugly pokemon than it did a monster of Japanese legend, and it also wore a white buddhist monk uniform for some reason.

Infant Satori

Vagrant Yokai

Level 05

You got to be kidding me, right? The thing's the size of a rat. It's a hairy monkey the size of a rat! F_u_c_k, I thought it would be a tiger monster or something.

The creature, a Satori apparently, followed behind the class as they got into their seats, for a moment I was creeped out by the vision of a ghostly classroom before focusing back on the little creature.

I followed behind the Satori as it flipped beneath the desks and made a few ghostly images flinch.

That makes me raise an eyebrow. It can interact with the ghost? I can't do that.

”F_u_c_k.” I cursed as I lost sight of the thing in one of its dashes, now I have to crouch and look beneath each desk.

I did that… and frankly, I don't understand what the monkey's excitement was all about, it just looked like a blue-ish outline between the girl's legs for me, like the kind you'd find in a n_a_k_e_d Barbie doll or something. But then again, I don't understand the japaneses' obsession with p_a_n_t_i_e_s in general. I was always much more interested in what they hid.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to find the…

The ghost of the girl was slowly curling over herself, her notebook raised to hide the expression she was making, and by the hand on her mouth, the sounds she was letting out. Her other hand was crunching her skirt, trying to set it down while the monkey creature lodged it's head deep between her legs.

Ok, that's just not right.

”Hey! Cut that out!” I said harshly, maneuvering my baseball bat through the girl's ghostly h_i_p_s and peeled the thing out of her.

”KiKI! KikikiKIIII!!” It screeched loudly as it fell to the floor and started to throw a tantrum. I was about to kick it in annoyance when it suddenly snapped a murderous glare in my direction.

Hoh, it wants a go?

I tightened my grip and readied my bat, let's do this!

-0-0-0-

”THIS IS NOT HOW IT SUPPOSE TO GO!”

”KIKIKIIIIIII!!!”

I ran/hopped away from the little devil. Reaching and throwing my body hard against a window, it promptly shattered all over me and left fun little wounds as I made a bad landing on the other side, I didn't care about that as I force myself to my feet and continued to run.

Humans can ignore an amazing amount of pain when they are trying to stay alive, but I've got to say the wound in my inner t_h_i_g_h, where a piece of me has been bitten off was really starting to bug me.

I have Gamer body, why the f_u_c_k I'm getting all bloody-UFF!

”KIKI!” Screeched the hairy cannonball as it threw us to the floor and sank its fangs in my shoulder

”AH!” I screamed as I practically hear the flesh tearing more than I felt, probably shook and adrenaline working its magic. I twisted, trying to pin the monster with my weight only to cry out as it crawled away, making me brush my new wound on the dirt.

I moved, thrashing about was the creature roamed all over me like a squirrel hooked on caffeine, biting and scratching and making me bleed.

Like with the baseball bat, it managed to slip around every single one of my strikes like it was reading my damn mind, my every attempt to get rid of it was met only with blood and pain.

Only my quick thinking kept me alive, and by that, I mean I blocked its access to my neck with my arm and hand, but it left practically everything else the open.

”GET OFF!”

”KIKIKIIII!”

I can't. I couldn't.

We rolled around like crazy, each moment the monkey causing more painful injuries sinking its fangs a bit deeper.

”NONONO!!”

It wasn't supposed to be this way. I was the goddamn gamer! I'm a Gamer in a possible self-insert story! I can't-

”KIKIIII!!”

I can die like this-ITS IN MY FACE GODDAMN IT'S IN MY FACE!!

I shook my head madly, the monkey screamed and thrashed with me. Overwhelming pain exploded from my left side; I could feel the blood dripping down madly over my cheek and ear, it's metallic scent mixing with the monkey's reek.

I screamed.