The day he departs from his previous world

Spring, during the time between March and April, the period when the cherry flowers (Sakura) reach full bloom.

This also indicates that a new school year is about to begin.

The sun was shining and the white cloud was hovering above the blue sky, the weather was not too hot nor cold, a perfect day for the school entrance ceremony.

Summer vacation ended yesterday. Time does fly when we are enjoying ourselves, they say.

That quote isn't for me, since all I did in the summer vacation was read. The light novels, which piled across my room since I bought too many but hadn't had the time to read, now was neatly organized on the bookshelf after I finished reading.

"Goddess, please watch over me today again".

This is a habit that I picked up from a few years ago. This is an embarrassing story but I will tell you regardless.

Have you ever heard of 8th Grade Syndrome (Chuunibyou)? If you didn't experience it, then fine, you're good, nothing happened, a normal childhood. If you did, then I'm sure you had a wonderful childhood. Anyway, I fell into the latter.

My chuunibyou took place earlier than usual when I was in 6th grade. I was really passionate about anime, manga and light novels, which you may call addiction. Not that serious, tbh.

There was a light novel that I loved very much. It was a story about a 16-year-old boy died in an avalanche, got summoned into another world, met a goddess and was bestowed a relic. And the more he prayed to her, the more he was able to feel her presence and get stronger thanks to the blessing he received from his goddess. He was weak, but he always saved the day. He was loved and respected by the people he encountered, and was cherished by the heroines.

Pretty interesting, right? I see you also got taste.

Inspired by that, I started to do the same, praying to the goddess every day. Doing many ridiculous things, also.

That leads to now. I have graduated from the syndrome, but the habit which I have been doing for a long time is hard to stop.

I don't mind, though. It motivates me and puts me at ease, It feels like there is someone who is always by your side and keeps you moving forward.

I can understand why people follow religion. In my case, though, it's just a peculiar hobby.

The story ends when I finish my morning routine.

Today is the day I became 2nd year high school student. The ceremony will start in the morning to welcome freshmen, then the homeroom. Since today is the first day of the new school year, we won't have any classes. Instead, club recruitment presentations will take place. It seems to be lively again this year.

I applied to a nearby school.  If I take the bus, it will take me 20 minutes to arrive at the school gate.

The breakfast was a simple bread with fried eggs and a cup of hot cocoa. I made them myself.

Dressed in my newly-ironed uniform, I headed to school.

"Ittekimasu"

After locking the door, I headed to the bus stop. It seems the bus will arrive in 5 minutes.

It was still early, but I could see students were waiting for the bus. They seem to be a couple. Some are passing by on their bicycles. 

The bus arrived. The door slowly opened. I got on and went for the back seat.

The wheels started rolling as I looked outside from the bus's window and thought about my school life to come.

The bus was deserted since it was still early. I saw the couple from before and a little girl looked like she was from elementary school.

I glanced at them and then decided to stop, continued gazing outside the window.

Suddenly, came a really loud noise and a strong impact shook the entire bus. The bus slid away. It crashed and hit the road.

Unable to process what just happened, my body flew toward the ceiling and slammed down the bus floor. Due to the strong collision, the pain in my body is unbearable; I can't stop groaning. My ears pick up some noise, a scream or a groan, I don’t know. A few minutes later, the noise came to a stop. I can't hear anything.

The broken glasses from the window pierced my skin. Blood soaked my shirt. 

It hurt!! - I struggled to breathe.

I tried to get up, but couldn’t. I can't feel my legs and arms, my ears and head hurt so much.

I could feel the iron-like taste in my mouth. My one eye was dyed red because of the blood flowing down from my head.

Everything was so blurry, I felt that my eyes also started to leave me. I keep open and close my mouth, and the blood is still there. My consciousness started to fade.

I could tell death was looking for me. 

I would never expect to die like this. I always assumed I would die from old age.

My life is really short, isn’t it ? – I thought.

I guess my life doesn’t weigh much since I’m kind of apathetic about many things.

I hope other passengers were fine, but the wish might be an unlikely one.

In a moment like this, there would be a god or goddess appearing in front of me – I suddenly had that silly thought.

I mustered the last bit of strength trying to say something, but instead coughed out blood. My body was cold, and I could feel my life was about to disappear.

I guess this is death, huh?

A moment later, I left this world behind
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And woke up in an unfamiliar world.