Sora no Shukufuku 空の祝福 (Blessing in the Sky)
Prologue
First thing is first: the title. How did I come up with such a generic title as Blessing in the Sky? Well, that's the thing. I didn't really come up with it. I didn't come to it. It didn't come about as a result of loosely assimilated thoughts. It actually just came to me. Literally. The Blessing in the Sky came to me in an instant. A spontaneous, unstoppable, unimaginable, extremely unstable force hit me right in the face. What hit me? The Blessing in the Sky, of course! Isn't that what this story is about? The Blessing in the Sky, right? Well, I bet you're finally wondering to yourself what the specifics of this Blessing in the Sky are? What is it exactly? It's trouble. Don't even bother yourself with it. You'll be truly appreciative if you just follow these few, simple words: stay away from pulchritudinous celestial entities of Japanese origin that offer to accompany you throughout your many so-called adventures of an ideal humanity. In basic terms: run from the Japanese angel!
Okay, I've gotten that off my chest. Now, the story begins. Well, actually, before that, there are a few things that you should put into consideration. The way this story has been written does not abide by the common structures of the fundamental novel. As you will soon realize, the author has indulged himself in creating a light novel. If you truly want to know what a light novel is, then seek its informational value – whether it is via internet, book, article, etc. Though, if you whole-heartedly desire to understand the essence of the light novel, I suggest reading a few yourself. Either that or you can begin your first ever light novel read by taking in this bizarre tale under your wing. Sit, read, and be pulled into a world of beautiful spiritual beings, irritating protagonists, and romance.
Yes, romance.
Eww! Romanth ith yucky! Bwah! Geth away fram me!
Well, if you don't like it, then you can just – ! Hey, who let the five-year-old in here? Isn't this supposed to be a private base for me to deliver my many thoughts and works of art?
Shuth up! You're juth a yucky perthon! Yucky-yuck-yuck!
Who let this kid in here? And what is with your lisp, little girl? What, did a steamroller run over your tongue or something? Get out of here, brat!
You're a bith meanie!
Why did you replace the "g" in "big" with an"s"?
Well, as you can probably tell, the course of this story has already strayed away from the central structure of most novels. How about we just hurry up and begin the stor-
Don't lithen to him! He'th a bith meanie!
Stop interrupting me! Security!
Mwaha! You need thecurity to tayth me away! You can't even do it yourthelf!
Is there no "k" in your phonetics either?
What ith that?
I don't need to explain that to you! Shoo! Shoo! Go somewhere else. My readers are getting impatient. Now, the Blessing in the Sky commences – !
No, it dothen't!
I am seriously going to hurt this child.
You think child abuse is humorous. You're a horrible person.
I never said anything of the sort! And where did your damn lisp go?
Enjoy the story, everyone! Coming to you from the Netherworld.
Hey, those are my lines!
End of Prologue