Capítulo 1: Unlucky (1)
Akira was a regular guy by all figures of imagination he was a regular person, there was nothing about him that screamed that he was special.
Apart from really enjoying watching anime and reading manga, he was a normal guy.
His favorite anime by far had to be Naruto, he enjoyed that show like no other.
If he were to say which clan in the show was his favorite, it was 100% the Hyuga clan, they had so much untapped potential.
The Otsutsuki at their base state all possess a byakugan, not a sharingan, that diluted Finnegan wanna be.
A Byakugan...so if all Otsutsuki has a Byakugan instead of the copycat wanna-be eyes, that meant the Byakugan potential should be on the same level if not higher than the Sharigan.
He did not hate the Uchiha by now mean, he just hated how overhyped they are....yay they are strong but like only a small percent of them are that strong and the people that were, were juiced up.
Madara was the reincarnation of Emo Jesus, and Obito literally had the plot juice in his veins, the famous hashirama cell.
Itachi was a prodigy like none other who got lung cancers, and Shisui....we don't talk about Shisui.
Sasuke is a main character so of course he is going to be busted and let's not forget he got emo Jesus chakra and has the sage of six-path power.
If Kishimoto had not glazed the uchiha so much maybe more of the potential of the Hyuga could be shown.
He had a sneaking suspicion that if A hyuga and a Kaguya clan member had a kid, the kid would probably be overpowered with all that growth potential.
Unlike the Sharingan, the Byakuga does not require you to have a circle chain of your best friend to get upgraded.
If Uchiha were real, the best way to see what stage their Sharingan would be to check their Instagram bio. If it starts to look like a song then stay away from that person.
He liked the Hyuga so much, he was currently wearing Hyuga lenses.
In his personal opinion, they fit him quite well.
Akira took one step back as a vase that was falling from the third floor of a building crashed into where he was supposed to be.
Apart from the simple fact that Akira was pretty good at identifying danger, he would say he was fine.
As Akira prepared himself to cross the streets, from the corner of his eyes, he saw a bus.
He could get Isekai, but thinking about it more deeply, what if when he dies and meets God all he sees is just a disappointed man looking at his creation wanting to get otherworldly pussy.
There was no other way to describe the Isekai genre than a random virgin who couldn't pull bitch dies and reincarnate in another world where he pulls all the hoes.
Perfect description in his opinion, and he wasn't willing to get Isekai yet.
He made sure to walk close to the houses and pretty far from the roads just in case.
As he turned around the corner, he noticed a man beating his girlfriend.
"The fuck you mean you cheated on me" The man shouted as he smack the shit out of the girl.
"i. I am sorry...." The girl begged but the man slapped her hard again.
Pulling out a gun, he proceeded to shoot the very scared guy in the head.
Well, that guy probably didnt expect his head to be shot off because he wanted to have sex with a girl.
The man's eyes went toward Akira who had grabbed a stick by now and was tapping around the street while looking around aimlessly.
The man looked at Akira and saw his blank eyes...
He decided to look away as he walked away with his girlfriend trembling at his side.
Akira held in breath for a long time until he was 30 minutes away from the scene where he finally breathed out.
He almost died.
Akira suddenly ran for his life as a car came zooming toward him, he jumped over a fence as the car crashed into a pool.
The fuck...why did it feel like he was being targeted.
Akira managed to jump out of the way in time as the poll utterly crushed the spot he was at just a second ago.
Maybe it was coming from him...
All the electricity contained in the poll wire was being discharged at the spot the poll hit, the dirt smelled like it was burnt to a crisp.
Nah, he was fine.
Making his way home, he made sure to avoid trouble as much as possible.
As he opened the door to his house, he made sure to lock the door behind him.
His nose picked up on the smell of rotten eggs...
He promptly decided to open the door to his house and walk outside...
Not before the house blew out due to some faulty electrical wires...
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"At least I am alive," He said looking at the scene, that was before he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Was this being for real?
He searched his pockets for some of the pills he may have that might help him but before he could do anything, while he was lying on the floor, clutching his heart.
He was struck by lightning...about 17 different times.
Well dam.
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