Hakuro The Cursed Chapter 2: New Start

I wasn't any one important back on earth I was just your everyday high-school student and I also don't remember how I died but thats when the story begins you see.

It was when I came to this world.

I still remember it. The time when I was born. Rather I still remember how it felt like when I was in my mother's womb.

I was born in a family of a high grade of n.o.bility. Yet I didn't get raised in it.

For some reasons when I was born there was a priest from a church that held great powers(the church did. Not sure about him) present nearby.

I remember how he said something to my parents that shocked them greatly. If I had to say. Then perhaps that priest was some sort of prophet that heralded that I was a cursed child or something of that sort.

Due to that I was sent to some random orphanage the next day.

Well I didn't care about that(who cares about your parents giving up on you anyway) and focused more on getting used to this world and I must say that I was quite a genius. Learning a new language in a short time of 4 months.

Well of course people only knew that I could talk later when I reached my first birthday.

Also as i did physical rehabilitation training regularly, I managed to regain my ability to walk early on at my 5th month but I also kept crawling like regular babies until I became one year old.

Although I always tried to act like everyone else, I was always regarded as a strange kid who was too sly and must be up to something (till I became like that) .

However that wasn't due to my conduct but rather due to my look. Although i was a cute and kind (tried to be) young kid who hasn't reached his second year of life. Because of my dark hair, dark eyes and super pale skin(especially my skin which didn't get tanned no matter how long I remained under the sun) was regarded as taboo combination Ora sign of a cursed person in this world. I was avoided like the plague and soo many weird rumors went around about me, to the point that the kids from the orphanage would always try to either avoid me or bully me.

Well imagine a small scrawny kid surrounded by fat bullys. Well you'd think 'oh poor kid' you might even go help him.

But in this orphanage anyone who would see this scene would think 'maybe they can beat him this time'. Yep no one would help poor weak ol me.

The pa.s.sing kids and nuns would either ignore me or just encourage the bullies. Yet no one would think about helping me.

Sigh.. Such events would always make me get slightly sad and angry however I was never beaten.

Why? Unlike other 3-7 year ol brats who would just flail their arms blindly. I would target places such as the the nose the jaw or even the b.a.l.l.s if I thought they were too much. I felt like I became an expert martial artist during these times.

The nuns would always punish me afterwards saying that I was bullying my pears. I was filled with rage the first few times but afterwards I got bored and started saying random bullshet like "may the devine guide you" or "I object!" or even something like" you have no evidence!" and without me even knowing it I was regarded as a freak and eventually every one just started blatantly avoiding me. And That was when I was just 3 years old!

When I would walk around the place kids would run away saying some screwed up stuff like

" hakuro is coming this way! Don't look. At him or you will be cursed"

"did I get cursed? Hakuro just looked at me!"

Oh right! I forgot to mention this but my name is hakuro . In this world it means 'night bird'.

Not sure why I was named as such nor do I care.

My life at the orphanage was literally the worst.

I remember when the nuns started refusing to give me food and when I complained to the headmistress she just kicked me out of her office saying that I would bring bad luck if I were to stay near her.

At that time I was pushed to bully the other kids forcing them to bring me 'my' food, and if the nun refused to give them my food then that night I would simply eat something else(that someone was kind enough to hold it in his hand for me) .

There were also that time when the nuns started putting poison in my food(almost died there) . When they did that I stopped asking for my food and started randomly taking the food of others

I also started a heavy physical trainings regime during these times .

However what I didn't expect at that time was the muscle pain, it just wasn't your everyday muscle pain.

I still remember that time. I did a serie of push ups squats and those sort of training. The next day I was attacked by a great pain, it was almost unbearable. No it was unbearable I kept going 'five four five four' to distract my brain from the pain

However later after the pain went away when I checked my physical strength. I was seriously astonished. The day before the most I could do was like 50 push ups before collapsing yet now I could easily do more than that finally collapsing after reaching my 80 th push up.

Such a thing would be have been impossible back on earth, yet it was the reality here.

I wondered why did my body improve like that and continued to push it each day to the point of collapse toughenning my training each day.

And enduring the ridiculous pain that kept growing each day.

However it wasn't an ordinary pain. It was different from the pain you get from sickness. It was like you were literally on fire(although I'm pretty sure that would much more painful).

It felt like every cell was burning deep inside me. I who liked science to a certain extent was intrigued by it and regarded it as a necessary pain and therefore forced myself to get accustomed to it ...

So. I kept training each and every day constantly pushing myself to the limit. I must admit that that was the only thing I considered worth doing back on the orphanage. There was no such thing as electronics and I didn't want to play chess or checkers on my own.

So I kept on training to the point where doing a thousand push up was only a warm up and most trainings from back on earth turned useless as I grew just as strong

However even as it turned useless I kept doing at least a few thousand push up each day due to it turning to be a habit. I would do them to pa.s.s the time.

I wanted to go out and some other kinds of trainings that I knew of from novels and mangas from back on earth however I wasn't allowed to go out of the orphanage.

But I did sneak out from time to time.

After reaching my 7th birthday I wanted to go out of the orphanage like the other kids would but the nuns didn't allow me to go out saying that it was under the orders of the headmistress.

I wanted to go complain to the headmistress but she just won't allow me to go anywhere near her.

p.i.s.sed off I decided to run away from this place. However having lived on earth I knew better what that would mean. I would have to sacrifice my comfort for a better living but thinking deeply about it. It was absolutely worth it.

Imagine if you were forced to live in an apartment filled with people who would trash talk about you and would trash your belongings. Would you stay with them or would you go get the more expensive apartment next neighborhood.

I was physically strong. I with my small figure of that of a 7 year old kid somehow had the strength to pull up a rock which probably weighed a few tons with ease.

I was sure that this was thanks to enduring that burning pain for so long. I'm pretty sure that no sane person would go through such pain if given the choice. Even back then when the pain attacked me. I could only squirm in bed as i cried a m.u.f.fled scream.

Now, don't mistake me for a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t. The reason why I went through such pain without any hesitations (who am I kidding I did hesitate quite a bit back then whether to stop or not) was because of my grinder spirit.

A grinder would push through hardship(boredom) repeating the same thing over and over(killing a weak resp.a.w.nable mob) just to get enough xp/currency to level up or to to buy that piece of equipment he needs. Ahh the memories...(I remembered a dark screen written with was 'you died' and I lost my souls... All of them)

Anyways...

so say I was strong. but! was that enough to manage a living? Of course not! What is most important in any world would be money.

I had no plans to die out of starvation out there.

So I had to gather money . That why I had to go and collect some from the dear headmistress who might be hiding some for me to take.

Well although you might think that this is robbery but I consider this money as compensation for being locked down here in this s.h.i.tty place.