Have you ever thought of how ridiculous the world is?

I mean, how crazy would one be to think that super humans; monsters; immortals, actually exist? To be completely honest, what I find most ridiculous about isn’t that they actually exist but the fact that powerless, normal folks!

I’m no super hero. I’m not a person with a big heart. However, isn’t it illogical for something so...well, so unfair to happen? They can get killed so easily, with just a flick of a finger, as if it’s all their fault for being too weak. Even though...they were never given the chance to grow strong at all.

Who knows, perhaps one of these so called ‘mortals’ had a talent that could have rocked the heavens to oblivion...But when they are rooted out without given a chance to progress--No, even if they were still alive, without being rooted out, they still wouldn’t be able to grow...Because, after all, the techniques to turn into a ‘monster’ is withheld from the ‘common folk’--The world gets split apart into two sides. The side of the weak, bug-like mortals, and the god-like immortals, who only put each other within their eyes.

I am not talking as a representative of the ‘common folk’. Iya, making that assumption cannot be further away from the truth. Oh, and it’s not like I’m a representative of the ‘Immortals’ either, you know. What can I say, I’m someone from neither camp. And because I’m not in either camp, I can see this huge, moronic painting that we call our ‘world’.

Oh...you’re still wondering about who I am?  “Well, let’s just say that I’m a special little girl with a special little powe--Ouch!”

Who dares to hit me?!

I heard a few chuckles from behind...God dammit!

I turned my neck so hard that I thought it was going to snap--Not that I care at this point, now that my honor has been sullied--and was greeted with a rather ripped pair of legs.

“Yes, yes, yes. You’re a special little girl who gets thrice the homework as everyone else~”

“Hey!” I shouted as I slowly raised my head and greeted the bald head of my lovely teacher. This teacher looked more of a bandit rather than a teacher, due to his macho body. The teacher had a scar running through the side of his bald skull, all the way to his right eye, which was covered by an eye patch.

It was rumored that he fought a bear to a stand-still, and lost an eye doing so. But frankly, I think that he fought an immortal who wielded a giant sword to a stand-still rather than a bear, but it seems that I’m the only one who supports that theory. Sniff sniff.

At this point, everyone in class held back their breaths. These guys...are they holding back their laughter?

This teacher of mine glared at me. God, he’s sending out killing intent like crazy. Not that I can sense something like that, but saying it sounds so cool. Oh, wait, this is my thoughts...

“Hehe, so it looks like thrice the homework is nothing but a joke to our special little miss, isn’t it? Alright, four times the homework!”

Grr...! Is this because I shouted ‘hey!’ at you?

So be it! Since you already raised it to four times, I won’t hold back any longer!! (Not that I held back earlier or anything.)

“H-hehehe, do you think I’m afraid of your p-petty threats? So what if it’s four times the homework?! Dictators are nothing but a subject of hate, didn’t you know that?!”

The old man--Nay, the old demon, smiled.

He smiled!

“A dictator, is it? I wonder how you learned such a hard word...” The old demon rubbed his smooth head. “I guess it’s all from the extra homework I always give you? Oh well, since you benefited this much from them...to the point where you can talk back to me...Seven times the homework! Due tomorrow!!”

At this point, one of my classmates finally reached their limit. As the first one started to laugh, all twenty students followed suit.

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I stood up from my place--This was but a mountain village’s school, there were no such luxury items such as tables and chairs--And staggered three steps backward.

“Do you know why I’m special?!” I yelled. “The more damage I take, the harder my retaliation is!”

The old demon simply laughed in response.

“In that case, let me give you an extra advantage. Eight times the homework~”

I took another three steps backward, and then felt something both hard and cold touch my back.

Ahh, this is the wall.

He cornered me...

...I won’t go down without a fight!!

“I’ll go tell Daddy!!!” I ended up shouting like a badass, and ran out of the door like a hero.

As I was running as hard as I could, faint laughter echoed right beside my ears.

Those guys...I thought they were my friends!

Not really though...Ugh. Why don’t I have any friends? Is it because I daydream all the time...?

And that old demon! It’s your fault for having such boring classes! If not for that, you wouldn’t be seeing me daydreaming all the time!!

“It can’t be...Does he take pleasure in seeing a little girl, such as myself, cry?!”

I couldn’t help but draw that conclusion.

I ran through this dirty road, from the small temple--which is also our school--back to the center of the village.

After running for about twenty seconds, small houses made of wood began appearing. As soon as the houses came to view, the road cleared out. On both sides of the road, fields dotted the ground as farmers tirelessly worked. But it was mostly all potatoes.

Just thinking about potatoes...ahh, my anger toward the old demon is seeping away from me...

“Huh? Little Jean!”

“Eh?”

Isn’t that Uncle Jim?! God dammit, got to get rid of the saliva that escaped the corners of my mouth!!

Potatoes truly are evil...they’re so good though! Unlike the old demon, who’s made up of nothing but evil!

“Haha! Could it be that Gerard has punished you again~?”

Uncle Jim walked out of the farmland to the road, and stood right in front of me and patted my hair.

“If only he could be like Uncle Jim’s potatoes...”

“Haha! People call that old guy a bear, and yet you want him to be a potato?”

I stomped Uncle Jim’s foot as hard as I could. “That guy is no bear! He’s a demon! A pure devil who fought an immortal to a stand-still!!”

Uncle Jim patted my head even more in response to me stomping his foot. “Like father like daughter, I got to say. Both of you have this wild imagination, y’know? Little Jean, want me to go talk to Gerard for ya?”

“Only if you give me three potatoes!” I shouted back with a large smile.

“Hey! Three potatoes? Are you trying to rob me?!” Uncle Jim ended up shouting. Why, though? “I was going to go there and talk to him for your sake, and yet you intend to stab me in the back and take my potatoes?!”

I just pouted in response. “Then don’t go talk to him! Not my problem.”

Uncle Jim smiled awkwardly when he heard me. He quickly shrugged and said, “One potato.”

“One? Not worth it.” I smiled back at him.

“One for both me and you, and we’ll share the third one!” Uncle Jim shouted back at me.

So be it. “No, one and a half for me! One for you! And the last half goes to Daddy!”

“Cruel!” Uncle Jim shouted, “Are you really his own flesh and blood?! Only half a potato!”

I sidestepped and brushed Uncle Jim’s side, “He should feel lucky that he’s even getting something.” I said to Uncle Jim.

Uncle Jim let out a sigh, “Is she really only twelve...? She was just crying a moment ago, and now she haggled two potatoes out of me...”