If only Black Licorice could've kept this promise to his little sibling.
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20 Sep 2021
draken está muriendo, pero nunca se ha sentido tan vivo.
19 Sep 2021
He became a raccoon. Those pesky little bandits no one likes. Pests who scoured for garbage only to be smacked away and treated as less than such.
Why was this happening to him?
After a fight with Hina - Takemichi trapped in the center of it all - Naoto finds himself in a rather ridiculous and uncomfortable position.
Returning from a rock-bottom future, Takemichi strove to save everyone with little to no plans. Luckily, Chifuyu was here with him, so things should be a little bit more fine.
That was until they finally took notice of this crucial clue left behind, however.
“T-Takemitchy….” Chifuyu’s hand trembled. Trying his best to stay composed, a raised finger (mortified, scared) pointed at Takemichi’s arms.
“Those. Were they always there?”
(Where Takemichi's time leaps could no longer be "just a dream," and our time traveler for once takes up the position as the only responsible adult among this group of traumatized children. Kind of. He's doing his best, okay?!)
18 Sep 2021
Takemichi has always had an average life.
Average friends (not really), average school life (absolutely not), and and average family (yeah, no way).
All of that changed when he met Toman.
A gang known throughout Tokyo, maybe even Japan, which was feared for it's power.
He soon came to learn that it's members were definitely... special.
How will things go from here on out? Who knows.
I'm writing this fic because Wakui doesn't want anyone to have happiness and I can't accept chapter 222.