Chapter 3: Chapter 3 - What to do if you find yourself in an anime world?
"What happened?" Ichiro asked the assembled children.
Rei, who had been looking at Ichiro as an enemy of the people, smiled widely when she was given the opportunity to speak.
"We need to prepare a gift for Sae," Ray said with an important air.
Ichiro tilted his head in bewilderment in response to these words.
"What does this have to do with me?" Ichiro asked.
Although it was worth admitting that Ichiro had already begun to guess what Ray wanted to say next. However, the blond still wanted to confirm his assumption.
"W-well..." Ray began to speak in a much more shy voice. "Y-you know... Um..."
Ichiro, who was already starting to feel irritated, looked at Rei and said:
- Maybe you could get straight to the point?
After Ichiro's words, Rei, closing her eyes, apparently from embarrassment, said extremely quickly:
— Can you lend us some money?
- A?
Ichiro, to be honest, couldn't understand even half of what the girl said. It was for this reason that Ichiro said:
- C-could you please slow down a little... I didn't understand a single word...
Komuro and his best friend Hisashi could barely contain their laughter, although a few seconds ago the pair also felt extremely awkward.
"Can you lend us some money?" Ray said, but much more quietly this time, although it had to be admitted that Ichiro was able to hear the main theme.
After the question, Ichiro confirmed his assumption, and looked at the boys, who, under the blond's gaze, began to look in different directions with eyes full of shame.
- Haah... As I understand it, Komuro, Hisashi and you... Spent all your pocket money? - Ichiro asked the gang.
"Y-yes..." all three said in an even more awkward tone.
- How much do you need?
Ichiro didn't spend his pocket money on any senseless and unexpected purchases, so the blond had some money in his stash. The amount the children named was generally not scary for Ichiro, so such money could be given away without any problems.
"Okay," Ichiro said, and watched as the children's expressions instantly became joyful. "However, next time... I won't be able to help you, so think before you waste money senselessly."
My words clearly went in one ear and out the other, so I'll have to throw them some money in the future too.
- Eh...
After this, Ichiro moved on to more sophisticated training in order to create the strongest body that could help him in the future.
"I'll have to find another good mentor..." Ichiro muttered.
In addition to the perfect body, Ichiro needed to acquire skills that could only be acquired under the guidance of a competent mentor.
"Besides, we'll have to think about... How to resolve the issue with the financial side of this matter..." Ichiro said to himself, heading home.
Ichiro's parents left their son about 80,000 dollars after their death, but this was not enough to fully prepare for the coming events. And this means only one thing... We need to make a fortune out of these 80,000.
— ... — there was only one problem, which was that Ichiro did not have the skills that could make him rich in a short time. — Shit ...
-=After 7 years=-
"Ichiro, you understand perfectly well that there is no way around this?" Izamu asked his nephew.
Ichiro Masuda is 14 years old, 158 cm tall, weighs 65 kg, has blue eyes and blond hair with soft facial features that he inherited from his mother.
"Haah... Yes, I agree, Uncle," Ichiro said.
The talk was about Ichiro having to go to Middle School.
"I understand perfectly well that you don't particularly like the fact that we are forcing you to go there... However, there is no way around it," Izamu said firmly. "You should at least get a secondary education, and this despite the fact that you can already earn a living."
Izamu knew very well that Ichiro knew how to make money, and this was indicated by the fact that Ichiro had tens of millions of dollars in his account.
"Okay, okay," Ichiro said. "Eh…"
"Don't start about the driver's license," Izamu said, looking at his nephew.
"Well, that's stupid," Ichiro muttered out of mild malice, although he knew perfectly well the reason why such a law was introduced in Japan.
"Stop whining and go to school," Izamu grumbled.
At this time, Akemi usually saw the boys off, but, to the great regret of the boys, she was at work, and Izamu, meanwhile, received a short vacation, since he had recently had an operation to remove kidney stones.
- Yes, yes...
Ichiro walked to school alone as Komuro, Hisashi and Rei had left before him.
"There's no point in trying to leave a great first impression... No," Ichiro muttered.
The blond knew what kind of school awaited him... The contingent in this very school was also known to him.
"I hope that at least I won't have to waste so much time..." Ichiro muttered.
Ichiro didn't particularly like school, because for him it was a waste of time, which the blond didn't have much of... However, thanks to the knowledge from his past, both elementary and middle schools were the easiest episodes for the blond. But with High School, it's not a fact that it would work...
"Ah, here comes one of the main characters," said Ichiro, who was standing in front of the school gate.
Before Ichiro's eyes appeared a plump guy with glasses, who arrived accompanied by a very beautiful woman with stylish clothes, probably she worked as a model or stylist.
As Ichiro remembered, this guy would become a gun geek in the future. That was the reason why Ichiro decided to establish a good relationship with him.
- Ichiro!
"Haah..." the blond sighed with resignation.