Things that be
Prologue
Jireru
Finally!! I am on my way to freedom!! My parents may be sad but it's there fault that I left. Now, if dad was smart, (Oro!), or strong, (falls under daikon easily) or nice (never held a sword in my life) I might not have left. Although, I don't expect much from dad, since he's such a baka. I really can't figure out what mom sees in him. I do miss mom a little, but if she's sad she can cry on dad's shoulder, right by the purple eyes I have inherited. I am starting this journal for two reasons. First, so when I am the strongest person in the country, everyone will know my story. And second, so when this is all copied for everyone to read, they can actually read it, because, as of right now, my handwriting is as bad as my dad's. So tomorrow on my 13th birthday, the story of Himurae Jireru will begin.