My name is Jingu Rizi, a mediocre and unlucky guy chosen by heaven.
No father or mother, just an elusive guardian. Does he love me? Don't know and don't care. My life credo is just four words: Just be stable.
Then God probably thought I was too idle and kicked me into the pit of "saving the world."
Since then, the style of my circle of friends has changed:
In the future, a cat-headed Ultraman will look at me with shining eyes every day. I thought it was a matter of comradeship, but it turned out that this guy seemed to have secretly selected other skill trees.
Akers and Cero, one is more capable of fighting than the other, and one is more capable of making trouble than the other. In their eyes I was the "best partner" - well, at least that position was safe.
Oh, and Kirisaki, by the way.
In the eyes of others, he is a dangerous person, but to me, he is a good best friend who can complain and have dinner together. Our daily routine is: he is responsible for looking cool, and I am responsible for rolling my eyes.
Originally, this configuration was okay. I could barely get by fighting monsters and complaining.
Until I discovered something -
My guardian who only appeared occasionally had a gun in his suit and a strange ring on his finger. His subordinates called him "Godfather" when they saw him.
Etc.
Godfather?
The Italian one?
The Vongola one?
So who am I? The savior moonlights as the godfather's daughter?
What's even more outrageous is that one day I opened the door of my house——
Mirai, Zero, Ax, Daichi, Kirisaki, and Osamu Dazai were all blocked at the door, and the atmosphere was so weird that it looked like a group fight.
My guardian stood in the middle with a friendly smile on his face: "Everyone, what do you want to do around my cabbage?"
Everyone looked at me.
Me: "...?"
Kirizaki was the first to speak, with undisguised schadenfreude in his tone: "Hey, Lizi, your melon field is quite lively."
Me:? ? ?
Help.
I just want to be transparent.
Why has my daily life turned into a cosmic Shura field?
Motto: Even an ordinary me can be a hero
