章 1: Death
Kirito was an ordinary high school student living an uneventful life. His days were filled with the typical routine of schoolwork, exams, and the occasional hanging out with friends. He wasn't the most popular kid in school, but he had his own quiet charm, and his personality made him someone who could be counted on when needed. People knew him as an average student, someone who didn't stand out, but he was fine with that. In fact, he preferred it that way. He wasn't someone to seek attention or validation from others.
Every day after school, Kirito would walk home through the bustling streets of his neighborhood. The rhythmic sound of his footsteps echoed on the pavement, his backpack slung over one shoulder, the weight of textbooks light in comparison to the weight of his thoughts. As he walked, he often found himself lost in his daydreams, thinking about his favorite novels, video games, and the ideas that came with them. In these moments, Kirito found solace. He often thought about the heroic characters from the stories he admired—characters who always managed to rise above challenges, who faced the impossible and overcame it with courage and determination. Kirito wasn't the type to boast about his interests, but deep down, he believed in the ideals those characters represented: selflessness, bravery, and honor.
That day, as Kirito was walking home, the sun was just beginning to dip beneath the horizon. The orange glow of the sky reflected off the city buildings, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. It was a peaceful evening. Kirito was on his usual route, turning down a quieter street near his house when suddenly, he heard the unmistakable screech of tires. His head snapped up just in time to see a small child, no older than six or seven, darting out into the street without noticing the approaching truck. The vehicle was speeding, its driver seemingly unaware of the child.
Time seemed to slow down. Kirito's heart raced as he watched the child helplessly stumble toward the middle of the road. The truck was only a few meters away, and it was clear that if nothing was done, the child would not make it out in time. Without thinking, Kirito's body surged into action. There was no time for hesitation, no time to question the decision. Instinct took over.
He dashed forward, pushing the child out of the way. The little one let out a startled cry as Kirito shoved him to the sidewalk with a force that sent the child tumbling to safety. Kirito's own momentum, however, didn't stop. In a split second, he was too close to the truck. The vehicle's large front grille struck him with brutal force, the impact knocking him off his feet. His world tilted, and his body was hurled backward. He felt a sharp pain rip through him, a searing agony as his body collided with the hard concrete.
The truck screeched to a halt, its engine roaring as the driver slammed on the brakes. The child, now safe on the curb, watched in horror as Kirito lay on the road, unmoving. The driver of the truck rushed out, frantically calling for help, but by then, it was too late. The damage had been done.
As the world around him began to fade, Kirito's thoughts drifted. The pain in his chest was overwhelming, but it was fading, distant now, as if it were someone else's problem. He couldn't breathe properly, couldn't move his arms or legs, and everything seemed hazy. Yet, in the midst of that darkness, he felt no regret.
He had done what needed to be done. He had saved the child.
As his vision blurred, his mind briefly wandered back to the countless stories he had read, the countless characters he had admired. They were always faced with insurmountable odds, yet they never wavered. They never hesitated to do what was right, no matter the cost. Kirito had always wondered what it would be like to live a life like those heroes. And now, as he lay on the ground, he realized that he had become one of them in his own way.
The last thing he remembered before his consciousness slipped away was the faint sound of sirens growing louder, the flashes of red and blue lights dancing across the pavement. It was a comforting sound, even though he knew he might never see the world again.
Also this is my first novel hope you will give your suggestions in comment section so that I can make changes according to you and What you like to read.
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