Hello, everyone. My name is... No, that's not important.
Here's what happened. I used to be cannon fodder in a shonen manga, the female manager of a cannon fodder team that got defeated by a group of boys with brightly colored hair. We didn't even appear for a full second.
You ask how I knew I was cannon fodder?
I'm sure you've heard of people getting stabbed on the street and reincarnating as slimes, getting hit by trucks and becoming villainesses, or being thrown... Oh, sorry, I'm getting off track.
After some kind of irresistible force led to a home invasion, the robber flew into a rage because my family had no money and killed me. The moment I triggered the trope, I found myself lying in an ultra-modern hospital bed, happily reading all kinds of manga.
Then, not long afterward, a madman from the psychiatric hospital next door smothered me in my bed in the middle of the night.
Could you at least wait until I've finished reading the manga before smothering me to death?!
In this life, I started out in a place like a spy training camp, doing all kinds of physical training from the get-go.
And the white-haired guy beside me was smiling at me.
...Thanks. After reading so much manga, I nearly had a white-hair PTSD attack.
I didn't want to die again. I got a codename in this place where the strong rule, and just as I was about to be assigned a mission,
I stared at the long-haired, white-haired man who was supposedly my partner. He looked oddly familiar, and I fell into thought.
...Maybe I should just become a double agent.
Theme: Be someone who can light the way for others, even in the dark.
