Kuro Aku reincarnated into the world of Kampf um die Liebe.
His first few years of childhood passed in an instant and left behind only scraps of mories.
He rembered his mother, her long straight black hair, the warmth of her voice...
He also rembered their ho in the slums, a windy ruin that wasn't fitting for a stray mutt and much less for a tiny family of two.
He also rembered the freezing-cold morning when his mother died from horrible fever in the middle of the winter... and that he was left all alone in the cruel world.
...that was when the little child began to think that all the things he seed to rember – the other world, the ga, him talking with a god and agreeing to be sent into this hellhole – it must have been all a dream...
And the little boy cried in despair - furious at himself for rembering the na of soone he dreamt to be while forgetting the one his own mother gave him – as he was just a four years old boy dying from cold and hunger.
And yet, he did not die.
When he had already lost all hope and was ready to succumb to the horrible faith, he was taken in by two n who gathered many orphans from the slums.
Unfortunately, those weren't good people.
Those two were giving food only to the kids who stole sothing and brought it to them.
The boy didn't want to steal and so he was often beaten up by the n, kept constantly on the verge of starvation.
He was extrely skinny and small dirty rags that were once the clothes his mother sewn for him, hung on him like on a very tiny, pitiful scarecrow.
His skin was so pale that he could be easily mistaken for a ghost, his hair was black and his eyes were like two black marbles that did not reflect any light.
If only he wasn't so neglected, he would be a beautiful child...
Every day was the sa for him and the only difference in seasons that he could notice was when the mud on the road was sotis covered with white frost in the morning.
He didn't know when his birthday, and similarly he didn't learn about the calendar by the ti his mother passed away, so he couldn't know that it has been he had already spent over two years tornted by the pair of thugs, serving as an example for the other children.
|...God has duped ...|
The naless child was thinking to himself while slowly chewing on a dirty molded chunk of bread he found dropped in the back of the bakery.
He tried really hard to rember the na that his mother gave him – he rembered it being a pretty one, at least that what she told him, but the only thing he could rember, were the details of the dream.
|...I only hope that if Miriette exists, she is safe...|
He sniffled forcing himself not to throw up the precious food – although no one else in their sane mind would call the molded bread he had as food.
The boy wasn't sure whether he would want the dream to be true or not – but he really wished for the safety of the black-haired girl he could rember so clearly – much more clearly than anything else, including his na.
Though it wasn't so weird for him to forget it since he was only referred to as 'the useless shit' by the people who keep him for a long ti already.
|There's no way this is the world of Kampf um die Liebe! That thing in the dream surely wasn't the god but the devil!|
He crushed the molded bread he was eating and waved his hand as if he wanted to throw the mushy pieces away...
...but he didn't, he just opened his hand and with tears in his eyes, he greedily ate what has beco of the bread...
It tasted awful but he had to eat sothing.
Kids who brought good stuff to Edung and Boren, the two n who forced them to steal, were getting good food, but since the naless boy firmly refused to do the sa he was left to search through the garbage.
*creak*
"...!"
Suddenly the backdoor of the bakery opened and a fat wife of the baker walked out and glared at the boy.
Scared that he would be shouted at or even beaten up, he stood up and started backing away cautiously.
"...I-I'm sorry for hiding here..."
He whimpered in a scared voice. If this was either one of the people that kept him he would already be at least rcilessly kicked.
"I-I was just looking for sothing to eat..."
The boy felt the need to explain what he was doing there - even though he wasn't doing anything particularly wrong.
"You're one of the Edung and Boren's kids, aren't you?"
The obese woman frowned and reached for sothing inside.
|Is she getting the broom...!?|
The scrawny boy beca terrified - he certainly didn't want to get beaten with a broom! His body was already black and blue from the 'lessons' that he received, and he clearly rembered that broomstick feels particularly painful as he got hit by it already when a butcher chased him away from his shopfront.
"..."
But even as fearful as he was, there was sothing in that woman's word that he couldn't tolerate.
"I'm not one of them!"
He managed to force out a shout - although it was a very weak shout, he was hungry so he couldn't help it.
"Stealing i-is bad! I won't steal no matter what!"
If either Edung, Boren, or even one of the kids working for them heard him, he would be ruthlessly beaten up and thrown out of the house to spend the night outside in the mud.
"Eh?"
As if to confirm the little boy's greatest fear the woman pulled out a broom, a sturdy one, one that looked like getting hit by it would be very painful...!
"...!"
He subconsciously shuddered but did not back down, glaring at the plump woman for mixing him up with the people who tornted him - focused on that to such extent that he completely missed the plump woman flinching and letting out a soft gasp of surprise.
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