[Irregular updates, read at your own risk. Written purely for love of it]
The 2022 version differs from the blurb, so please refer to the story itself as the definitive version. Wishing everyone a safe and smooth new year.
First-person perspective. When I woke up, I was lying in a grassy field, with no memory of the past and no idea what lay ahead. The trees rustled, and I instinctively took a fighting stance. But the people who emerged were a group of elderly women on a trip. They were shocked to find a child with amnesia lost in the wilderness. Only Grandma came over to cover me with her coat and take me home. She treated me well, taught me to read and study, and named me Chunshu. The days I spent with Grandma and the Fujita couple almost made me believe they would last forever, until the day an unwelcome visitor arrived at the Fujitas' home. Only then did I realize I was different from humans. I did my best to drive the guests away. But the warmth I had just found in the Fujitas' home vanished without a trace. What should I do...
Please forgive me if this isn't very well written.
Author's note: I really do think Junpei's death was such a waste. He had so much talent, and could have gone to Jujutsu High, couldn't he? He was bullied at school, then, just when he thought he'd finally found happiness in life, he had to face his mother's gruesome death. The friend he thought was a kindred spirit used his longing for acceptance to lure him in, and in the end he was turned into a monster. Being turned into a monster was bad enough, but because that bastard was
Ichichi stuttered (look how frightened this child is)
Mrs. Wuwu is so happy that she has updated (●°u°●)??
Renew--! I really like watching it! Super loud
I don't have time to say goodbye to grandma... Tsk, I'm crying.