Hello everyone, my name is... No, it doesn't matter.
The thing is, I was once the cannon fodder in a certain shounen-blooded comic, and I was the female manager of a cannon fodder team that was defeated by the colorful-haired team and played for less than a second.
You ask me how I knew I was a cannon fodder?
You must have heard of being stabbed on the street and being reincarnated into a slime, being hit by a truck and being transformed into a villain, being thrown away... Oh, sorry, I'm off topic.
Due to some force majeure, I experienced a home invasion and robbery. The robber got angry because my family had no money and tore up my ticket. After I triggered the law, I lay on a very modern hospital bed holding various comic books and reading them with gusto.
Then not long after, I was choked to death on the hospital bed in the middle of the night by a lunatic from the mental hospital next door.
Do you dare to let me finish reading the comic and then cover me to death?
In this life, I am in a place similar to an agent training camp, and the beginning is all kinds of physical training.
And the white hair next to me is smiling at me.
... Thank you, I almost got PTSD from reading too many comics.
Not wanting to experience death again, I got a code name in this place where the strong are respected and was about to be assigned a task.
I looked at the somewhat familiar long white hair that was said to be my partner and fell into deep thought.
... Or just be a kid.
Purpose: To be a person who can illuminate others in the dark
