Hey hey, people, Minh here! This is (sadly) not a new chapter, but it is still somewhat funny (and relevant), so bear with me, 'kay?

So first of all, let me just make this clear:

MBTI is bullshit.

Jung is bullshit.

Freud is penis.

Under no circumstances should you trust these pseudo-science typing crap to…well, actually typing people correctly.

Barnum effect is real and demonstrable.

Horoscope isn't.

No matter the system, it is just pretty much bullshit guesswork and cold-reading. Flawed rendition of human inane desire to understand themselves.

Makes for a passable topic in small talk, but nothing more.

Still damn useful in creating a framework for building plausible characters, though.

And so fun to talk shit abouttttttttttttttttttt!

So, what is MBTI?

In short: Bullshit.

Longer version?

Useful Bullshit.

The official description of MBTI is "an introspective self-report questionnaire indicating differing psychological preferences in how people perceive the world and make decisions."

Or, in another word, self typing horoscope.

Vey.

Based on the speculation of Carl Jung on the four principal psychological functions – sensation, intuition, feeling, and thinking - each with its own Introversion/Extraversion dichotomies, the MBTI system seperate people into 16 different types so as to find the "perfect job" for them based on survey and self-test, which, for most people, mean it is pretty much a bunch of mumbo jumbo hogwash for easy corpo monies and managers tendies points.

Dig deep down enough past the corpo lingo and dick enlarging scam, though, and you might find gold...

Or something yellow.

Like shit, for example.

Who know?

You should google the lingos I used on...of course, google. Or Bing, if you feel like a degenerate. The infos you get will probably be wrong, but it won't really matter since this is all bullshit anyway eh, so just sit down and enjoy my brain fart, 'cause it will be fun.

Yukinoshita Yukino: The most stereotypical INTJ in anime I have ever seen, Yukino farts Ni-Te through her brain while spraying Fi all over the place with her mouth. She doesn't really seem to value the overall atmosphere over her own feelings, and while she keeps a lot of these feelings to herself, her overall goal is to change her environment/the world through brute force and direct action, regardless of what the other person feels. This is indicative of her insensitivity at times to other people's feelings other than her own, a common problem found in people who value Fi (subjective feelings) and using that to fuel her Te. This is shown in her (canonical) first meeting with 8man, where she bulldozed over him with her subjective feelings. And while we don't see her thoughts (at least in the animu) it's shown to the audience to her thought process is mostly linear through her actions, looking for and employing more systematic/direct solutions to problems in the long term without much care for the feelings of the others involved. She is pretty much her canon self here, and any disparities in personality and core values is…pretty much unintentional.

Imma sorry im a shit writer okay plz no bulli plzzzzz

Canonically, Yui Yuigahama is obviously an Fe dom, specifically an ESFJ. Yui easily picks up on the atmosphere and adjusts her behavior to accommodate the people around her. In the beginning of the series, she had a hard time resisting peer pressure. Her natural instinct was to go along with whatever decision the group made even if she disagreed. After Yukino defends Yui from Yumiko, Yui develops an admiration for Yukino because Yukino is an individualist and not afraid to voice her opinions whereas Yui is the opposite. She also develops the same kind of admiration for Hachiman's unaccommodating and blunt nature. Yui relies on her past experiences in which she failed socially to prevent those situations from reoccurring as uneasiness and tension makes her anxious. Thrive on stability and routine, it is easy to see why Yukino and Hachiman's arguments often leave Yui uncomfortable: Not only it leaves her smack dack in the chaotic eye of the hurricane stuck between a rock and an equally hard place, her Ti is low and she often struggles to keep up with the witty banter between Yukino and Hachiman, two thinking intuitives.

Yet, that doesn't make her any less determined to keep the club staying the way it is, no matter the cost. Yui is the chain that connected the the group together, and while not much have changed in my fics regarding the core relationship between her and the other two club members and her core values, she is still…different.

While her dominant function, the one thing she can do perfectly even at 3AM standing upside down on her hands is unchanged, the same couldn't be said to her other functions. If the canonical Yui tend to be regarded as little more than a useless little third wheel only good for her sex appeal, the ENFJ Yui in this fic can give even Haruno a run for her money in social manipulation.

It's a good thing she is usually too conscious of others feeling to resort to that.

In short, Yui is also smarty brain naow, and 8man is actually the dumbest one in the room ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hikigaya Hachiman is pretty much a teenage male INTP in a Ti-Si loop, using his negative past experiences (aka that 'Source: Me' thingy) to form his edgy philosophies on youth, society, women, and interpersonal relationships. As usual for trash talking little twat and potential incels, 8man possesses a complex yet severely pessimistic outlook on life and justifies his insolent behavior by blaming other people for his actions. Blunt with his words, Hachiman's solutions to solving disputes are convoluted, harsh and devoid of empathy for other…and for himself. Hachiman hates superficial interactions and consciously refuses to change his personality to accommodate others, unaware of his own subconscious desire (and attempt) to connect with others. He also dislikes showing public displays of emotion, even scolding himself for crying in front of Yukino and Yui. Pretending to be content with his loner lifestyle, yet secretly craves close relationships with people. To cope for his refusal of his own ego, he plays the scapegoat to keep the people around him happy, claiming it as a position "fit for one like him". Hachiman alienates himself because when he tried to form friendships as a child, he was relentlessly bullied by his classmates, which is the reason his monologues tend to focus on society rather than himself: he opened up, and they shat on him. Hachiman's crying scene about authenticity in Season 2 shows his growth as a person after joining the Service Club: Spending time helping his classmates and bonding with Yukino and Yui makes him a better person who becomes open to the possibility of changing, intimate relationships, and practicing empathy.

In short, Genuinely best bois fite me 1v1 if disagree!11!1 (Just joke plz me no fite gud)

And…well, even though I dislike doing this, we couldn't really talk about the 8man in this fic without talking about...well, me. Yup, little good old me. Self-insert fic and all that jazz, yadda yadda.

I have received a lot of reviews telling how the MC of this fic is pretty much Hikigaya version 2 with potty mouth and an attitude. While the me back then would probably disagree and laughed it out in denial, the me right now can at least affirm that you're pretty much on the spot about that.

I mean, I was a loner asshole with a potty mouth and an attitude.

And an ENTP.

Which in no way or form made my potty mouth and attitude back then (and even now) excusable, but still.

Am I an asshole because I am an ENTP or am I an ENTP because I am asshole?

Is Haruno a scheming asshole because she is an ENTP or is she an ENTP because she is a scheming asshole?

Wow. Such questions. Much hard. I suggest we eat the phoenix and the egg too. And drink bepis when we get around that for extra good bois point.

I mean…yeah, I can't really avoid the question forever, can I?

Much less one I forced myself to take.

To get you a correct picture of the lazy, meme loving POOPY FUNNY referencing sack of shit that walk and called itself Minh, I would…well, give you a quick, dirty and all in all uninformative tour of my 4 cognitive functions, from the strongest to the weakest:

Ne: the one responsible for me being a flaky, indecisive shit who can't sit still for 5 seconds and just finish the damn draft and upload it to fanfiction and practice my guitar and play my flute and learn more kanji and try to draw shit and read some ebook on habits and ACTUALLY FINISH THAT DAMN BOOK ON THE PAWS OF PANDA AND…well, you know. It makes me like shit. Lot of shits. So much shit I probably couldn't finish them all in this lifetime, or the next one.

Hunger for hunger itself.

Ti: The part of me that collect data, generate classifications and systems, organize systematic and conceptual understanding of all the things around me through a somewhat personal and subjective lens in order to affirm the general truth that I am, indeed, a sack of shit, and I should be aware of that. Partially responsible for my convoluted way of speaking.

Fe: The part that makes me extra gud at writing dumb plots and even dumber dialogues for cheap laughs, the needy attention whore that keep me awake rechecking my email last night for MOAR REVIEW PLZ. (plz)

Si: the meme referencing demon dwelling deep inside me, who only wake up to take sips of Sting and ramble about the good old days and all the while being really unhelpful in general. Still luv him though, 'cause he is the only one in this bunch to even talk about such trifling and unnecessary thing like "Oi, your fanfic draft is here. The last time you updated that shitty fanfic is like, almost a year ago. Do you remember all the memes from the last year? You know what, I am up for a trip down nostalgia lane, pass me that VIBE CHECKKKKKKKK."

See?

What a mad lad.

But the madder thing is, what if I tell you the reason I appear similar to Hikigaya stem from the fact that NTPs use ALL of the same cognitive functions, only in a slightly different order?

Coffee. Ti-Ne-Si-Fe, the same old INTP loner.

Tea. Ne-Ti-Fe-Si, the giddy ENTP looney. (Me like tea eh)

And everything salty.

These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little twat.

But the unprofessional word monkey accidentally added in an extra ingredient to the concoction.

"Isekai shit."

Thus, the 8man of this fic was born!

Using the power of "Yo, I have read all this shit like, 2 years ago", he has dedicated his life to fight against the absurdity of life, humanity, and the force of his own fart!

If the canonical Hikigaya Hachiman is a hard little worker who finds dark paths in the woods and then burns himself away to light them, the one in this fic, the combination of an ENTP and an INTP, is a specialist in burning stuff. Small, insignificant stuffs. Like bridges. And underbush. And cottage, and other people, and himself. General mayhem, really. No biggie, right?

Image all the possibilities!