Chapter 4: CHAPTER 4 GRIMOIRE ACCEPTANCE CEREMONY

What Grimoire will I receive? 4 leaves? 5 leaves? Perhaps, a unique grimoire that will mark the beginning of my legend? If it’s a one-leaf, then I’ll start calling it Konoha… No, that’s lame…

Anyways, I am dying of excitement here.

I don’t know what the date today is, but who really cares right? It is good enough that I know that this generation was before the 28^th Wizard King’s generation. Julius Novachrono being the 28^th Wizard King meant that I’ll get to meet the younger versions of Yami, Merleona, etcetera.

My only problem is the 27^th Wizard King who I lack a great deal of information on.

If I remember correctly, it was Conrad Leto. But I basically have no information about this guy’s generation. I am basically walking in the dark. Ugh… I feel so sad knowing that I didn’t get a chance to watch the Black Clover movie, Sword of the Wizard King.

Sabrina may be noticing my glum look, so she starts comforting me. “Don’t be a wussy. It’s just accepting your grimoire. It’s not like the ceremony is a situation of life and death, right?”

Sheesh, Sabrina’s comforting words are totally out of place. “Are you sure about that? Depending on what grimoire you got, your future will then be decided. Do you know how involved life and death actually are… in this ceremony?”

“Hmmm…”

I suspiciously look at Sabrina. Forget the 27^th Wizard King, Sabrina Crook is a much more urgent problem for me. I recall a certain memory before I fall into unconsciousness. Sabrina Crook, she was their… Right, this person… “For a MILF, she’s barely passable,” I mutter, my thoughts leaking out.

“Huh?”

Feeling her gaze, I realize I made a mistake. I might as well go for broke and hope the word MILF doesn’t exist yet in this world. “Thank you,” I look her in the eyes. “I am forever in your debt.” I sincerely say to her.

With those words, I finally enter the tower just so that I can forget the embarrassment. Embarrassment? Why am I even feeling this emotion? Sigh… I guess this is one of the disadvantages of being a lonely otaku in my past life.

Recalling my past life, I cannot help but entertain the idea of moving on. I know that my being here is wrong as I do not belong in this world. I cannot be here, I am a variable that might destroy this world.

I don’t want that. Though this fantasy is something that many would be envious of, I believe differently. If you truly love an anime, you won’t resort to something such as Self-Inserting yourself into it. Especially like the way I am now, as I have been Self-Inserted into this world physically.

If there is a way to go home, I’ll definitely take it.

But for now, my main priority is… to survive.

I enter the tower alone, leaving Sabrina outside. It’s a ceremony dedicated to 15-year-old youths. As I was in a coma before I even get the chance of participating in this ceremony, I am now left with no choice but to participate as a 17-year-old kid who hopefully won’t be the target of scorn.

“Hey, who is that?”

“He looks older than us.”

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“Yeah, maybe he didn’t get a grimoire last year?”

“Who knows?”

Didn’t get a grimoire? Is that even possible? Asta almost didn’t get one, but still manages to. There is no way I won’t receive a grimoire, right? My doubts are piling up. What is worse, is that the kids’ attentions are all on me.

Ugh… How did they even realize I am older than them? The last time I check in the mirror, I was confident I can pass up as a 15-year-old.

Suddenly, someone bumps into me. From my back, I feel the stranger's presence. “Hey,” the voice is somber and a bit threatening. “Twig, want-a piece of me?” He said to me in broken English.

I look behind me, and to my surprise… It’s Yami Sukehiro. Who is the twig!? Look at yourself in the mirror, man!! You are the twig!

He is not as bulky and muscular as he was in the anime. But I can tell, Yami still packs a lot even in his twig days as a 15-year-old. Hmmm… The people looking around, staring in my direction…. Aha! They must be looking at Yami, right?

Yeah, it must be him. Come to think of it, Yami doesn’t look like a 15-year-old despite his current twigness.

“You must have undergone puberty much earlier, huh?” My mouth, damn, my mouth leaked my thoughts out loud again. I nervously look at Yami.

“Says the kid who is still wearing pajamas.”

Huh? Why is he suddenly speaking fluent English? But wait... pajamas?

I look at my clothes. Hmmm… So, that’s it. I was still in my pajamas. Only now did I recall I was still in my pajamas. I will remember this day, Sabrina Crook. I begrudgingly shut my trap as I stand in a far corner clearly separating myself from Yami.

The last thing I want to do is befriend Yami. I’d really love fanboying around him, but that would be too suspicious.

The Clover Kingdom uses English as its main language. Yami as a foreigner is adapting quite well to his situation. It is impressive how he can shift speaking to English fluently. I must say, he’s smarter than he looks.

I secretly watch Yami. He is… picking off boogers. Nevermind. Out of sight, out of mind.

I look in front of me. Waiting by the podium is an incredibly old man with a generous amount of beard. Every time I see this guy whether in anime or in this world, he always reminds me of Gandalf.

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