Our story begin in the Charles de Gaulles International airport with our dear protagonist, Louis Buissy.
A young student in some random school that choose to have a year in a foreign country. Of course he decided, the weeb that he is, that going to Japan without any objective whatsoever was the brightest thing to do.
And here we are, this
intrusive boy who's really not the smartest mind in the roo-
« Eh. What did you say about me you prick ?! »
I mean... Look! He is even intruding on me, the narrator of this very story! We're not even 10 lines in and he can't control himself.You see... I've been narrating this moron since his very birth. A least I've been trying to accomplish that. However, I can't do my job properly in these kinds of conditions...
And to think I'm not even getting paid...
« You piss me off more than the usual today... Is it because it's finally time for the start? I certainly hope this is a horror story. I'll finally be free from this torture! »
…Anyway... As I was saying before I was
rudely cut off. Here is our main character : A person of average height with an average face who likes to do average things. Still, he's an impulsive ̶m̶a̶n̶ boy, who can be a tad bit too honest about things.
And now, he finally lets his wings out and tries seeing the world by himself. It is just a matter of hours before he starts to discover this unknown land full of mysteries tha-
« I... think it's been a little more than 150 years that the Sakoku policy has been removed. You're off by just a slight margin. »
What did I say about cutting off people mid sentence you little
punk... Aaahh. I can't monologue with this man-child nearby.
Well... Could this really be considered a monologue since I'm not a character? Guess that's a debate for another story...
You know, it's not like being a narrator displeases me... It's just that I have a little grudge to the writer... To make me babysit this Louis guy for a lifetime. I mean... His lifetime, as short as it may be. But still a lifetime...
Well, at least the writer had the recommendable idea to give me the same appealing and beautiful voice as Kevan Brighting.
« Hey. Whose the main character again? »
Ah yes... Sorry dear reader, I'm deviating from the subject of this chapter.
Louis Buissy, here he is, going to Japan for an exchange program. Not knowing that his life would forever change once he step out of this airplane.
« Yup. With this kind of line, that's either a horror or a romantic story we're going with... Or maybe both. Not incompatible.».
How. Very. Exiting. I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that he has a fantastic adventure there.
Yes ! I, by all means, do ! Because if he doesn't, I will start to hate my job
even more...
'Piss off'
You fool ! You know I can hear your thoughts too. If I had arms to beat you up, you would already be running away with you tail between your legs. Humph.
« If you had arms that is ».
You-It is no use to fight you. Our readers are already getting annoyed by ̶o̶u̶r̶ your antics.
Look at this, we've been introducing so much so that you're already boarding the plane. I couldn't even describe what you did in the airport.
Where was I again... Let me get back to my script...
Louis Buissy, going to Japan. French exchange student in Tokyo. Certified asshole who doesn't respect his narrator. How will he adapt to life in another country? What kind of friends will he make ? Can this kind of man really get a woman without the usage of drugs? Let's see that after this
brief 12-hour flight...
"
WAAAAh"
Oh great. And now a baby just started to cry a few seats in front of us. The writer had to add this cliché...
Just so you know dear reader, during time-skips, us narrators need to wait. How lucky of you to be able to press |next chapter|.
As for me, I am the Watcher, I am your guide through these vast realiti- No. Wait. Wrong script.
As for me, I am the narrator and I am out.
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Note : Sakoku policy : Japan isolationist policy which ended in 1854.
Autor note : First chapter of this story. I hope you like it. Do not worry. The narrator will take a lesser role in the future. At least I hope so.
What do you mean the narrator « will take a lesser role » author ?
A.N. : I can see our little Louis isn't the only one who is a bit too intrusive. Anyway... As you can see, this is categorized as a [Short]. Which is a bit weird since I plan to actually make a longer story (Yeah there was almost nothing in the original let's be honest) but rules are rules. I do have more time, and I'm a better writer compared to last year. At least that's what I'd like to convince myself to be. I will also precise that english is not my first language. Though I did recently pass the IELTS exam successfully. Hehehe. So if you find any weird sentences, errors, or my text going back and fourth between British and American English, please, tell me. Thank you.
Please do come back to this story every other day. Bye !
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