— AAAAAAHH!

As I ran,  a paper was pushed by the wind and hit me in the face.

I soon stopped, my sneakers slid across the ground at high speed with a car-like noise straight out of a cartoon.

RUSTLE

SKREEEE

I read the paper, which is a paper that said something like:

ATTENTION! COME TO SHANGHAI TO STOP THE DANGEROUS AND MONSTROUS GOD OF DEATH, BOSENMORI, RESPONSIBLE FOR TRANSFORMING THE EARTH INTO AN ARTIFICIAL POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD.

                                                                            Signed by the man who was kidnapped by Bosenmori.

— You know what, enough thinking, I'm going to get my toy sword to practice!

When I got home, I apologized to Grandma Rare Rose for being late, but she quickly ignored me with a smile, telling me to do "adolescent things."

Six days passed, and it's already August. Everything remains the same, and continuing my "training," which has always been my little sword game since I was a child, Grandma Rare Rose told me the same old thing about running out of food. She decided to give me some coins so I could pay at a nearby snack bar, since she emptied the ultra-fancy refrigerator we have at home with Grandma's money and her garden.

I went into Ketchup's and asked the cashier, a tall woman with slicked-back hair, for the Ketchup's combo, which is basically the typical Chip Butty sandwich with lots of ketchup in a family-sized portion and I put the coins there for her to pay and give to Grandma Rare Rose, who has always been kind.