Chapter 0:
The Fake Life of a Copycat
"Good boy"
The dog's eyes widened and ran away leaving the piece of meat on the floor.
“????”
"Hey"
Said a strange female voice, its tone was threatening. Still and kneeling, the boy felt a cold go through his body, as if he was being embraced by death itself.
He turned around and saw a young girl, she must have been between 14 and 15 years old, with short hair with shades of purple, the same tone as her eyes, which held a thirst for blood, her height was short, so much so that the sword , which she holded on her right hand, barely touched the ground.
“I'm Tetsuna, nice to meet ya”
She curtsied as she passed the blade close to his youthful face, the feeling of cold growing more and more, he turned and started to run.
“Oh, are you going to run away?”
Realizing that there was no way out, he stopped in the middle of an abandoned playground, his breath was weak, he could barely feel the air from running so much.
“Are you accepting defeat?”
He gave a bitter smile as the answer.
“I will see this as a yes”
She ran towards him ready to deliver the final blow, until she noticed a certain glow around the his body, that's when she noticed that they were in an empty spot, with no one and almost nothing around.
“Look, I really like that little market and it would be a shame if I ended up being kicked out of there”
"What is happening?"
Behind him, a tree appeared, it was so transparent as a ghost , the boy raised his hand and in it appeared a sword, this one, however, this one seemed more rustic and a little rusty.
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