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Blah, blah, blah, dude gets sent to another world. Has cool, epic powers and lives a  happy go lucky life with his haram. You get the drift. Or does he??? [insert dramatic sounds]

Don't expect regular updates. I will only update when I feel inspired to do so. Heck, I might not even finish this story lol.

The first tenish chapters is just laying out of the foundation of the story, basically the prologue. The chapter themselves are pretty short - only around 800 ish words. 

One thing to note, I suck at English, even though it is my mother tongue, so don't expect some godly grammar and an intricate plot. Also, expect a lot of cursing.

I also do realise there is another hunterxhunter sharingan fanfic on this website but I do hope the one that I've created is different to it. But I don't really know, as I've yet to read that fanfic. 

Well, other than that, I hope you enjoy the story and do point out my mistakes. I am trying to get better at writing.

ScarletXSharingan

"Ugh…" I'd wake up with a headache. For some odd reason, I had remembered images of some dude with my girlfriend from my past life with a 5-year-old kid. The guy suspiciously looked like me if I was in my late twenties in my past life and looked really happy. "Sigh…maybe I should have had a wish of reviving myself, that could have been me."


 "Yeah, no point of crying over milk." I'd reassure myself; I fist bump the air and then fall back to sleep.


Whilst all this was happening, Akira, also known as Taiyo's father, just looked at this scene play out. "My son is weird." He walked off and went to go get some milk. 


"C'mon Taiyo, you can do better than this!" Mother smacked my arm with her palm, causing a bone to fracture. It hurt of course, but not as much as it used to. I think my theory of my nerves dying is coming true.  I jumped back, "Mother, can you not see my arm, is you know? Shattered?". I'd start swinging the arm around, "Can we call this a day off?"


"Funny joke, son! We already know that a good night rest can heal that easily!" She continued to barrage me with her fists, denting the muscles and destroying more bones in the process. However, she did so with great precision, by not hitting any of the more sensitives parts of the body that could cause lethal damage. 


"You asked for it!" I started to inhale a lot of oxygen, causing my skin to turn visibly to a pinkish red. Blood pumped throughout my body and adrenaline gushed in my veins. Heat started to vaporize the air surrounding my skin, letting out steam. With my fist, I strike her arm, producing a crunch sound.  Bones broke, they were mine of course, but at least it bruised my mother's muscles that she was ever so proud of. 


"ahahah, I can't believe it, what a little monster you are!" Mother was thrilled to see her son being able to bruise her body, "to think you are this powerful at such a young age!" Then to my horror, she also started to turn red. A demon. She transformed into a demon. Unlike my puny transformation where only my skin turns slightly red and some veins pop out, she become a literal ball of red muscle. Her muscles expanded pushing the atmosphere away from her body, heat started to scorch the air, causing flames to appear, thick veins surfaced all over her body and she became crimson red in colour. 


"I give up?" I raised both of my hands up in the air, but mother ignored my note of surrender. Her fist was a ball of fire, aiming right towards my body.


That was the last thought I had before I passed out.


Father can be clearly seen to reprimand mother for her actions. 


He could only sigh at the situation, and then looked at me. 


I looked at myself and thought I don't think what I am currently in, is ' ' alright ' ' .


Bandages covered my body, and a blood bag is wired in my body. My body was unmovable as the joints of my body were in areas where they shouldn't be. Hell, one my foot is twisted in the opposite direction. I'm pretty sure a single day of rest is not enough to heal this body. If not for my freakish healing factor, I would have become a cripple or dead. 


From what I heard from father, mother smacked me right into the solar plexus, breaking the sound barrier, knocking me in to the sky, leading me to smash right in to the ground and ricocheting around the forest. How fun.


That fall damage was the main issue, it caused all my bones to shatter, and the ricochet caused my joint to go funny. Seeing my mother being so apologetic is pretty funny though. She kept on apologizing and said she would lessen the intensity of the training. I reassured and said to not worry about it, but it seemed to only increase her worry. At least, I know she dearly loves me, unlike the family I had in the past. Oops. Bad thoughts. Remember me, breath in, breath out.


Chapter 7