"Marriage Good Thing Eh?"

Sosku's hand was on his chin; he looked at the school, seeing nothing but random students. He thought to himself, This world is weird. To be exact, I don't know myself. Yeah, I thoroughly understand why he grabbed his number 145. I know what you're probably thinking: "Why does he have a number?" The truth is we never know when things will get stolen. To be honest, I just want a peaceful life, nothing else. Just that. He looked at the mirror only to see his unattractive face; it was round, filled with pimples. Yeah, he had glasses on; never mind that, by the way. That detail doesn't matter, as a cranky old man was telling this. Sosku said, "Stop spoiling my looks; we're supposed to get that in seven chapters." The cranky old man said, "It's too late now because the world needs to know what you look like, I mean, our audience."

Sosku said, "Don't just stand there. Are we going to continue the plot or what?" The cranky old man said, "We have to do the description first, then show your epic tale and tell it." He seemed mighty, putting his heart in his words. Sosku said, "Oh my goodness we're going to talk for another 5,000 hours." The cranky old man said, "Well, you are getting on my nerves because I need to tell..." Sosku said, "There's no need to spend 35 chapters finishing this book, huh?" Are we going to spend 35 chapters of you speaking and the plot not going?"

The cranky old man said, "Okay, fine, have it your way, but if you're crying to me, you owe me $5,000, sosku." His eyes had not widened; he said, "That's too cheap, very cheap." "I mean, that's too cheap." He looks back and says, "Well, that's how I got to the man who literally wanted me to pay $5,000—pretty cheap for something I thought he would go for, a hundred thousand." He scratches his head

The void has cleared; he is now falling into an endless darkness filled with the echoes of flowers from his home. Welcome to Tadachi; he is now in the tall tower that once housed a swordsman who was a yokai hunter. He stood towering with his spiky red hair and sharp teeth enough to break metal, and Sosku said, "Oh, it's him, the great Yokai of fiction or the hunter created by a woman." She's my favorite writer because she's made that story into Graceland's history as one of the first things that fiction started. No wonder why I can help but admire him." His eyes shone. Glitters were coming from pupils; he smiled and said, "No matter what, no girl is coming in my way, and I won't marry. "I'll be like her, a great author." He then scratched his head and said, "How is that going to be possible? I mean, I'm competing with 200,000 people who are legends."

He then look at the sign; it had a poster of The Swordsman. He thought to himself, She's been here since year 200 years ago yet she still thrives today. I realized that 70 percent is mostly women, but I'm not here to compete with them; I'm here to be like her because I have admired her for a long time. She wrote a love story that kind of moved me; it was about a boy who was trying his hardest ends up failing because he didn't want to go in his pace. Even though the dream was impossible, he still kept trying but in the end, he never quit. That's why I love about her story. He smiled, looking at the poster. He thought, So that's why I'm not giving up

He walked to notice something strange, yet it was near the back alley. It was an old man; he stared at him, tilting his head sideways. He tilted his head sideways; his face looked strange, not creepy, but his eyes squinted like a fish's. Sosku says, "Are you okay?" and then the old man starts screaming louder. His face was moving up. Sosku said, "Excuse me, you're quite making a fuss right here; the old man just keeps screaming. he covers his ears and says, "Stop making a fuss." The old stops were in the alley. It wasn't quite new, but strangers were staring at them, and one of them said, "That old man is quite weird; he kind of hit his head, not going to lie." I'm getting out of here and the other said, "Yeah, me too. They give me the creeps."

He then looked at him seriously and said, "Are you ready?" and Sosku said, "Ready for what?" The old man said, "To marry my granddaughter." Sosku's eyes had widened. He said, "What? What do you mean? I don't think I'm ready for that. He tried to run away, but instantly the old man grabbed him by the back of his shirt. The old man said, "You're a pretty good fighter," and he looked back. Sosku asked, "What do you mean by a pretty good fighter?" The old man said in his heart, "I can sense that you have pure intentions." Sosku said, "What do you mean by 'pure intentions'? I'm just a guy who wants to be normal." His voice was casual yet filled with boredom. The old man said, "How old are you?" and he just looked back and said, "Why do you want to know my age? Isn't that a bit creepy?" he questioned.

He thought to himself, How the hell am I going to get out of this? This is basically impossible. After that, was that meant for nothing? He looked at himself and said, "I'll think about it." The old man sprang in joy, happily bouncing around. He then slapped his own head two times; that hurt, he thought. He then puts his cheeks together and said, "Actually, I would like to decline." And then the old man said, "Declined, heh." He stared at him like he was about to haunt his dreams, and then he said, "Maybe fine, I'll try." And then the old man went into happy mode and said, "Now that's the spirit!"