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Chapter 83 - 2

It's 4am. I'm up and staring at myself in the mirror. Pale skin, literaly white hair, and grey eyes. God damn, I really am an anime character, aren't I? A washed out background extra before her glow up with a pretty dress and a- okay, I am not imagining myself in a french maid outfit. At least I'm not super tall this time, and my tits are a lot smaller. Backpain is not a nice thing to have, and that would probably only be much worse given the physical exercise I am going to put myself through. Something that I should get started on actually.

Chilled air slams into me as I start a light jog to warm up, mind still a little groggy from sleep. As much as I would love to down a cup of coffee, or even tea, caffiene is addictive and that's not something I can afford. That, and the body builds a resistance to it's effects, so when I really do need it, it would be nice to actually have that energy boost ready. Funny really, feel the need for a coffee despite my addiction last life, but a smoke? I could really go for one.

Too bad. Need to shake those habits. I might not have the physical addictions with my new body, but relying on a smoke to calm me down isn't going to work. Just relax and concentrate on running this barely familiar village, heading to a park nearby.

At least I don't jump at Renamon's voice.

Damn, the sore burning building up across my body is feeling a lot better than ususal, probably the curse adding onto the already good feeling for a run.

Good, she's not just accepting my word at things.

I blink, not really considering that.

Almighty Push says fuck you to- god, how bad must TenTen be feeling after honeing her weapons skills for years only to find them completely useless against threats like...

Renamon admits.

I pant, glad I don't have to use my mouth to talk.

Renamon hums.

Totally derailed everything.

Renamon suggests.

Yeah, that.

She suggests.

Ah, the how nice.

Renamon hums.

My mind works.

Renamon hums.

I push myself to move faster, no longer jogging. Great, messy lore.

Renamon might be smiling.

I want to slow down already. I can't. Try imagining Grimm are on my heels?

Or take a smoke.

Renamon ponders.

Ow, that's...

Is that a good pain or a bad pain? Slow down, check it.... Okay, just might have spent not quite enough time warming up.

Renamon asks.

I showed her the familiar shop last night.

It's her body and life, and I do want us to be equals, so I'm not going to buy any upgrades unless she wants them. That one of the upgrades was, and past tense on was, Kyubimon had her more than a little excited. Well, at least I think she was excited, it's hard to tell with no physical presense and her own relatively quiet (mysterious) demanour.

She sniffs, making an excuse.

I get silence in return.

Okay, I need to fix this, so I slow down to power walking.

Breathe, come to a stop.

Who knows what other upgrades lurk in the gacha? Not that I expect ot be able to harvest it, the only current source I can see is the mission to pass the Academy Exam for a single Skill Silver ticket. If two months per ticket is the rate which I can get them, focusing on learning ninjutsu and stuff is a much higher priority.

Renamon finally speaks.

I open up the interface, showing it to Renamon, before going to the Familiar Storage tab. I change fro mthe general setting to Renamon's icon specifically.

Renamon whispers.

I turn it on and then take a look around.

I turn around and see, huh. Rock Lee.

"Yosh!" He grins. "I'm surprised to see someone out this early!"

"I'm trying to get myself into shape." I start to move again. "Genin?" He nods and grins. "Then push onwards. Nothing can stop you so long as you do not stop yourself."

That might be a bit cheesy, but it seems to be exactly what he wanted to hear. "Yosh! Now I'm all fired up! Another 100 laps around Konoha before dawn!" He takes off.

Oh. Now I get it. That kid is crazy. Wait, shit. That's the kind of anime bullshit training I have to do, isn't it? Fuck me, this is my life.

I tell Renamon so she knows what he looks like.

She notes.

I tease as I start moving again.

That little 13/14 year old basically beat Gara, who was basically fighting off assassination attempts ever since he was able to walk.

Renamon states.

I remind her.

I think she's smiling.

I go from jog to run again, Rock Lee long gone from my sight.

Yeah, I'm really glad she's working with me.

Then again, it is harder to plot and plan while running, but I need to practice that. I strongly suspect that there will be a lot of problems in the future I won't have the opportunity to sit down and think through.

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