Post by Munemasa Iroka on Aug 30, 2022 22:53:36 GMT -5
Having finally graduated from the Shin'ou Academy, Iroka felt that for her, life had just begun. And yet, despite the fact that the expectation of a new life meant a clean slate, the Shinigami could not help but feel burdened with the weight of a load she had inherited from a life that was never hers before. Even as she walked out of the general barracks that housed the 4th Division squad mates, the girl could not help but feel that she somehow did not belong here. Not because anyone had yet given her a reason to think so, but she was so different from everyone else. Of course, on the outside, she did not look any stranger than normal, but a little discussion would be enough to reveal her for the freak that she was. Of course, this was all in her head; no one had called her a freak. Maybe except her parent. But it was for Kimyou that she intended to try to do great things. So that her parent would at least acknowledge her. But great things always started with little steps. And one of the little steps was bridging the knowledge gap between herself and the average Shinigami.
It was not as though Iroka was not bereft of knowledge. She knew enough; heck, even enough to be considered a geek by some. As to whether that was a good thing or not, she had no idea. But the knowledge gap that worried the orange-haired girl referred to simple things. Simple, day-to-day things that often came up in general conversation. Especially slangs. These things stumped her, and she had decided to study what she could about ‘modern culture’. So far, it seemed that across the worlds, humans, due to their relatively shorter life spans, seemed to be the leading ones on the current and trending things. Since there was so little time to do things, Iroka surmised, humans tended to change quicker than other races, bringing about their avant-garde characteristic. Now, among Shinigami, the 3rd and the 13th Divisions seemed to be the most likely squads to have frequent incursions to Earth, so chances existed that the Shinigami of the mentioned divisions would be more current than the average Shinigami.
There was this adage that went ‘asking for directions means you will never get lost’. Iroka had decided that she would look for someone who seemed relatively knowledgeable, and she would ask her questions and collect data. The 3rd division was out of the question. It seemed to be full of troublesome people, like the 11th, and Iroka was not keen on getting picked on because she was from the 4th. So, she went for the 13th. She came at a time when there wouldn’t be too many people around; if she was going to suffer any embarrassing indignities, it would be better with fewer people present to view her torment. Still, she hoped to find someone with a genial enough bearing to accommodate her.
Walking up to the first Shinigami she came across, Iroka called out a greeting. ”Ohayo gozaimasu!” she said cheerily, holding out a piece of paper, as she spoke. ”I was wondering if you could help me with the pronunciation of this word. I think it’s a very common thing on Earth, but I’m afraid I’ve had some difficulty in figuring out what it is.”
On the paper was written ‘MMORPG’.
It was not as though Iroka was not bereft of knowledge. She knew enough; heck, even enough to be considered a geek by some. As to whether that was a good thing or not, she had no idea. But the knowledge gap that worried the orange-haired girl referred to simple things. Simple, day-to-day things that often came up in general conversation. Especially slangs. These things stumped her, and she had decided to study what she could about ‘modern culture’. So far, it seemed that across the worlds, humans, due to their relatively shorter life spans, seemed to be the leading ones on the current and trending things. Since there was so little time to do things, Iroka surmised, humans tended to change quicker than other races, bringing about their avant-garde characteristic. Now, among Shinigami, the 3rd and the 13th Divisions seemed to be the most likely squads to have frequent incursions to Earth, so chances existed that the Shinigami of the mentioned divisions would be more current than the average Shinigami.
There was this adage that went ‘asking for directions means you will never get lost’. Iroka had decided that she would look for someone who seemed relatively knowledgeable, and she would ask her questions and collect data. The 3rd division was out of the question. It seemed to be full of troublesome people, like the 11th, and Iroka was not keen on getting picked on because she was from the 4th. So, she went for the 13th. She came at a time when there wouldn’t be too many people around; if she was going to suffer any embarrassing indignities, it would be better with fewer people present to view her torment. Still, she hoped to find someone with a genial enough bearing to accommodate her.
Walking up to the first Shinigami she came across, Iroka called out a greeting. ”Ohayo gozaimasu!” she said cheerily, holding out a piece of paper, as she spoke. ”I was wondering if you could help me with the pronunciation of this word. I think it’s a very common thing on Earth, but I’m afraid I’ve had some difficulty in figuring out what it is.”
On the paper was written ‘MMORPG’.