Chapter 0: Prologue

Hello there. you're reading what's supposed to be an "Author's Note".

For starters, this is a self-insert story. To those who aren't keen at reading into this specific type of genre_I'll give you a fair warning and say that the storyline is basically just like any self-inserts you've all encountered and read throughout the variation of fanfiction. However, this idea was inspired over the fact that there aren't many self-inserts written in this fandom. And so far I've encountered two of those stories: [For Kagome] by and [An Unclassifiable Inuyahsa SI] by clumbsyLurker.

Warning: English isn't my main language.

Disclaimer: I think we should all agree that I do NOT own any sorts of rights to this franchise.

"Always look at the bright side of life"

Life is a series of choices, and each of it has the power to create a future that focuses on a specific consequential event. A future which holds a person's life like a strand of thread which can be easily cut by a mere scissor. As human beings, we only have one life and one body to take care of, and we were tasked to do it right. No one knows what tomorrow might bring, so one would suggest to live their lives fully and believe that everything happens for a reason.

After all, how often do we get second chances?

Congratulations! You have been selected for reincarnation!

But there's just no way, no possible, sensible, conceivable way this was happening!

Please spin the wheel to see your world destination!

I'm fully aware that eventually, we're all going to die. I know that nothing lasts forever and that everything will dissipate within time. But to experience it? It's another story. Instead of dying oh-so instantly, I get to experience what it feels like to be slowly tortured by the unconscionable pain of being run over by a goddamn Yamaha truck. Simply put, I felt every excruciating moment of it and it hurts more than enough for one lifetime. I shook my head, attempting to ease this headache so I could focus on the bizarre object hovering in front of me.

A picker wheel that looks straight out from a game show is floating in front of me.

Should I feel worried about this? Yes.

Is it necessary to panic?

…

Well, yes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

I find the entirety of my situation quite otherworldly. Well obviously because I've never encountered or even seen a floating picker wheel in my entire life, so that's an unusual memory I'll be pasting in my mind.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod-" I forcefully took a deep breath, holding it for a couple of seconds before exhaling it harshly. C'mon self, now's not the time to be a bitch. You literally got yourself a chance to live again, an opportunity like that shall not be wasted!

I let my eyes gaze at the options, taking my time to read each and every choice written upon it. The list was rather long, but I took note that the majority of the listed choices contains a large bias towards fictional shows.

Why do I know this? Well that's because I've watched these shows.

"Well shit." I said dryly. "I hope this isn't a divine scam or anything."

The thought of being sent to a fictional world is an every man's dream at some point in their lives. Meeting characters that are supposed to be non-existent to reality, gaining impossible feats that will never happen in the real world. I myself dreamed of this, everyday actually. The concept of experiencing such delusive desire is definitely enticing that's for sure.

So why am I saying all this?

Simple. It's because this isn't a goddamn joke.

One show I particularly laid my eyes upon is Harry Potter. Back when I was a little kid I always imagined myself being a student of Hogwarts, and even till this very day I'm still dreaming about it. God knows how much I wished to have a conversation with Harry Potter and tell him that everything's gonna be alright. While the show has its own flaws, I think we can all agree that in the end, we all watched it and enjoyed it. If there's a world I wished to land on, it would be this one.

Then there's Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Well if I wasn't just a useless piece of meatbag then I would gladly join the trio's journey and help Percy Jackson harness his divine powers on defeating all sorts of evil that stands in their way. I loved the series, but I don't think I can survive in that world other than hiding my ass off in the shadows.

Hmm, what's this? There's Twilight? Fuck that, there's just no way I'll let my eyes stare on sparkling vampires.

But the point is most of the choices are based on fictional shows that are quite well known, and with options like these? My mind seems to be hesitating a bit. First I died in a vehicle accident, and now I suddenly had a chance to be reincarnated in a world which is popular in our world. I'm starting to get this weird feeling that I'm in a fanfiction.

Sliding my hand was all it took for the picker wheel to start spinning. All I could do now was watch as the wheel went round and round. This went for a while, my body stiffening at the thought of being reincarnated in a world I abhorrently dislike. However, I do admit getting transported to a fantasy world does make my inner fanboy scream in joy over meeting characters that only exist in the fictional realm. But I'm no stupid, majority of these franchises are scary to live in. My hopes and dreams are betted on the world of Harry Potter because…at the very least I know how to manage my life there.

Yeah I'm a Harry Potter hardcore fan, sue me.

The wheel starts to slow its pace. Each click of the arrow probes whenever it slides on another pin is making me feel anxious. Possibilities of being sent on a clusterfucked world is the worst scenario I can think of right now and it's fucking scary. The arrow slowly moves to Harry Potter-

AWWWW YEEEEAAAAHHHH-

Then it flips past on the choice next to it.

_Inuyasha_

…

What?

Instead of harboring the feeling of overwhelming and overly exaggerated sadness, somehow I feel confused. Inuyasha is an anime, a 2D show that was drawn and animated. So why was this a choice on the picker wheel?

A sudden vertigo struck me all of the sudden. I began to feel woozy as if all the stress of my death suddenly just got real and was stomped with an unforeseen horror as the picker wheel suddenly broke into pieces in a spiral motion. I tried to force myself awake against the unnatural tiredness coursing through my body, holding back a bile that's rising inside my throat while forcibly opening my eyes in order to get a glimpse at the pieces of the picker wheel moving in an unnatural way. The pieces are combining itself once more, forming words that raised so many questions.

Welcome to¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬Inuyasha

With that, darkness encroached my vision as I gave in to the gloaming dusk.

Ouch.

My first few thoughts were quite fuzzy, unclear with moments of clarity in between them. Goddamn my head is throbbing with the mother of a headache. I like to pretend that headaches are actually just memories fighting against each other. I thought about the reason for the headache and tried to focus on the last thing I remember. Huh? That's strange, everything seems to be hazy. Did I drink too much alcohol the other night?

Wait.

Hold up.

I didn't drink last night. Moreover, I think I'm starting to remember something. Yes, I recall dressing myself for work then I was driving when suddenly a big ass truck came out of nowhere and broke the shit outta me. So most likely I'm probably at a hospital.

But unfortunately I'm not, because if I'm at a hospital then I wouldn't be sleeping on something hard.

Like blunt wood for example.

Finally opening my eyes, I sat up and looked around. My gaze shifted lazily over each and every detail of the things surrounding me. And it appears that I'm in some sort of an…attic? Who in the right mind would put me in an attic? And there's something strange about the outlines of the object inside this attic. Hold on, I don't recall learning any sorts of objects having outlines in a 2D perspective. The attic is strangely clean, light cascades in from a vaulted ceiling with beams meeting with a series of arches.

I'm starting to doubt myself about this.

Okay okay, calm yourself. I'm probably overthinking it, but could I have possibly…done drugs? Le gasp!

Pfft, nah I'm not into it. I think I'm starting to regain some memories of what really happened that day. I remember getting hit by a truck then slowly dying like a bitch. The torture of feeling your whole body getting squashed and ripped off is something that I'm never going to forget. And later that moment something weird happened. I remember suddenly standing in front of a floating picker wheel, then…,

…Holy shit I got reincarnated.

I hastily stood up to assess my surroundings once more. I checked the scattered boxes on the floor, inspecting its texture around the edge. Everything looks drawn, yet when I touch the box it feels so ordinary. The same goes for the floor, the papers, the drywalls; everything was drawn, yet when touching it, it felt so ordinary.

"This doesn't make any sense at all." I muttered under my breath, but I stiffened in utter horror. And so, the next problem reared its ugly head.

That was not my voice.

I stared down at myself dumbfounded, mouth agape.

I'm wearing what looks to be a really, really baggy trouser. Inspecting my upper body, it consists of…armor? It somehow looks traditional considering it has a purple fern pattern all over it. All of this was tied at my waist with a red sash with the clothes along with a shoulder guard which was also attached to the rest of the armor by a strip of red cloth. The sleeves were comically wide and droopy, a kind that isn't fashioned in the twenty-first century.

All in all, it's something that I wouldn't want to be caught dead wearing, or anyone else in my country for that matter.

I was gawking at my hands, my gloved hands…

Tanned...polished…,

Animated.

"You're kidding me." I raised my fist, ready to punch myself in hopes this was all just a dream and I would be sleeping at the hospital with a hot nurse taking care of me. With that, the fist collided with my face as I felt an immense pain coursing on my cheek.

"Ouch." Okay that settles it then, this isn't a dream. But what world did I get sent into?

…

"Holy Shit." I quickly searched around the attic, hoping to find some sort of a mirror. Luckily I found a broken handy mirror, which is just enough to show the entirety of my face.

And that's where I knew, this isn't me by every possible means.

This man was young, probably around the age of sixteen or seventeen with tan skin and a tattoo of a purple four star was implanted on his forehead. His hair was raven black, which was seemingly darker than any dark-haired man I've ever encountered in my life. The hair was braided, showing that it wasn't cut for a couple of years. The eyes, oh god the eyes. It was big, bigger than any eyes I've ever seen.

This is a face that definitely isn't mine.

Because I don't remember making my hair longer, putting bangs on my head, going outside that much, and I dunno, becoming an anime character?

I ran a palm over the face of a man which I never thought would become. It's smooth, the type of smoothness where you don't feel any bumps of pores. It's so clean, there's not even a fine-dusting of hair which a teenager naturally attributes regardless of what gender.

I had to stop myself from screaming as I stared into the face of Bankotsu, one of the most underrated villains from a show that focuses on a fifteen-year old high school girl and a two hundred-year old dog boi.

Oh yeah, I'm in Inuyahsa and I'm fucking losing it.

One would think being on a show filled with literal demons would suck ass, and I gotta tell you they're definitely right. But I'm in the body of a young man who led a group of psycho-killers so that's a lifesaver. However, I recall this man being dead before the show even started then finally coming out in the arc of their resurrection. Which brings the question: Am I still in canon?

Hopefully I am.

But still, to become Bankotsu, THE Bankotsu is a fanboy's wet dream.

Most people would either scream or faint upon that realization, yet I knew better. But that's not the reason why I wasn't freaking out because trust me, I'm definitely freaking out. However, acting irrationally won't help. I need answers, like why am I in the body of Bankotsu?

I mean sure I like how they portrayed his character. He might be a bad guy who finds excitement and thrill in murder, but the way he does it made a lot of fans admired him as a villain. Despite being a blood-thirsty murderer, this man has a relaxed, laid-back demeanor that the other six members don't have. Too bad he died, guess that's what you get for fighting the main character.

Okay so I'm Bankotsu. What else is new?

Looking at the light illuminating outside the window, it's probably morning. With that, I took a scan around the attic in hopes of finding an open door or sorts. It's pretty strange how the attic looks modernized so I'll take an obvious guess and say that I'm in Kagome's world. I don't know how they did it, but it seems like the one who sent me here doesn't want me to go into the medieval era yet.

I know it's pretty vague, but there's no point in dilly dallying. First I need to get out of here.

So judging by the structure, I'm inside the roof of somebody's house. I don't know what they were thinking when putting up a location for my reincarnation on a stranger's attic, but the fact that I'm even questioning it is making me feel stupid. I felt an urge to facepalm but I soon forced myself not to do it as I looked down to the floor in hopes of finding an access door.

"The hatch should be right around the middle right?" Normally, there's an attic hatch designed inside to an attic roof, but it would seem that there's none in my case. Pretty strange, but like hell I'm staying here forever.

"How about the window?" That could work, as long as I don't let myself caught by the owner that is. With that settled, I climbed above the vaults while simultaneously grabbing any sort of support that looks strong enough to bear my weight. Normally I would be having a hard time climbing up the vaults, but now I don't even feel my own weight. Well that's supernatural strength for ya!

I slowly pulled the window's handle with audible sounds of clicks. I can't help but smirk as the window finally opens itself.

"I feel like I'm an assassin." Don't mind me, this is just me comprehending myself.

I reached outside the window as I immediately grabbed its top edge. I scanned around the place for any witnesses. No one, that's good.

Also, the house was completely surrounded by trees. I'm quite confused about this. Is this house separated from the city? That'd be a pain in the ass since I need to find the kid in the city. That's if she exists that is.

I laggardly climbed down the house, my eyes constantly looking down to determine the level of the ground. Holding one of the steel posts of the house, I let out a light huff as I took a mediocre jump before finally landing on the ground without making any exasperating sounds.

"Well that was a success." I stood proudly in my position. Even if the landing wasn't as graceful as I intended to, I'm just proud of myself that I managed to execute this without a problem. Now, the only thing to do is find the pathway towards the city. And I better find it quick or else the owner of this house might spot me-

"Umm…" I visibly tensed at the voice behind me.

Why Murphy's Law? Why must you work at daring times like this?

I forced myself to look behind as I saw a child standing in front of me holding a soccer ball. We stared at each other for a while as the atmosphere got tenser each second. The child lost his grip as the ball fell down at the ground, I raised both of my hands in a surrendering manner.

"Kid don't-"

"MOOOOOM!"

Without even hesitating, I ran my ass off towards the wilderness.

I've come to relatively quickly accept my new position in the world of Inuyasha. There's something weird about my reincarnation that's been bugging me, all the while hiding in the forest to see if there's someone chasing me from behind. Like shouldn't I be reincarnated in the Feudal Era? Since that's where Bankotsu originally lives? I didn't even need to guess that I'm in the modern era. When I spotted an airplane passing through the sky, that alone compelled me.

So right now I'm searching my way out over this forest. It's actually pretty calming strolling around the forest, seeing thick growth of trees and bushes covering the field. It strangely gives you the feeling of sentimentality especially in an excessive way like wondering what's life and beyond. I don't know, maybe I'm just being eccentric at this point, but meh. Blame it on my brain.

"Is that…a fence?" True to my words there's a fence not far away from my direction, and what's beyond the fence is definitely a house. I can't tell the details clearly since the trees are covering it, but I'm at least a hundred percent sure this wasn't the house from earlier. I briskly walk towards the fence's direction, finally letting my eyes discern the detail of the house.

It's a decent house, probably more decent than any houses I've ever seen. But somehow, it looks awfully familiar for some reason…,

Hold up, Is it just me? Or isn't this the house of-

"I'm off!" A female voice suddenly shouted inside the familiar-looking house making my eyes go wide as dinner plates. A girl, no older than fifteen was skipping happily wearing a frilly-looking uniform. And that girl is someone whom I've never expected to lay my eyes on this soon.

Lo and Behold. Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the girl who overcame time. The girl who perfectly represents the embodiment of a modern nineties Japanese school girl. The said-reincarnation of Kikyo and the main leading lady of the show.

Kagome.

Who would've thought I'll be seeing her so soon. Well not that I'm complaining, but to see her this early clearly means something. I hid behind one of the thick trees that are seemingly big enough to cover me wholly as I steadily took small glances and peeks over the girl's actions. She seems to be happy about something, her expression showing the similarities of a delighted juvenile who recently got a present.

I waited patiently for her to disappear at my sight. Without a doubt she's going to school. I wasn't actually planning on talking with her, the reason why I wanted to see her so badly is simply to check whether I'm in the present canon or at something else entirely. And to see her this happy, it's safe to assume that I'm at some part of the beginning.

And besides, I don't intend on doing unnecessary conversations…yet.

I recall her being sent to the Feudal Era just when her birthday finally came along. So in any case, at the very least some of my questions are answered. I can only thank whoever did this to me that the timeline isn't far ahead yet.

Basically I'm at the near beginning of canon. Okay seems alright, I could probably use this time to check the well from their shrine.

But how? I COULD pretend as a tourist and say that I'm wearing a cosplay for some event. After all, their shrine is in fact a tourist spot, so they probably wouldn't mind some weird stranger taking a toll.

"Okay let's wing it then." I took a glance, checking if someone was present and hoping myself not to do the same mistake I did back then. With all the amazing strength I had, I decided to climb through the fence. My feet later on met the cemented ground which directly gave me shivers down to my spine. I forgot to tell you all that I'm wearing ninja footwear. So yeah, I got a splinter because of it back in the forest. But I ain't grouching though, I just need to get used to it that's all.

Observing its structures, the shrine has four red entrance gates. The main shrine was located at the center and it's the biggest structure I can see so far. Another house, quite smaller than the latter, was placed adjacent to the shrine. A small white office building was located just by the right side of the shrine as I recall the structure appearing at the very first episode of the show.

I tip-toed my way towards the entrance. My plan might not be the most effective type but hey, having one is better than having none. While walking stealthily, I took my chances and took a glance at the tree which took a massive role from the romance genre of the story.

The so-called sacred tree, the tree of ages, is the same tree where Inuyasha got his ass stapled by an arrow.

There just at the side of the entrance stands a tall tree with a single rope tied in a round horizontal line. Paper decors were hung around the rope, making its design exceptionally fine and serene.

The tree wasn't as ancient as I thought it would look like, probably due to modernization perhaps? Nonetheless, it's a tree full of wonders. It even contained a massive groove from Inuyasha's seal. And basing it on the anime, the tree was said to bring a special connection between memories of the past and present as it would serve somewhat as a telepathy connection between the Feudal Era and the Modern Era. Oh yeah, my memories of this anime are slowly coming altogether now.

I stood in front of the front gate, letting myself exposed as I casually made my way towards the shrine.

And just at the left angle of the main shrine. I see it.

It's a small wooden temple, but I knew better.

That's a wellhouse.

No, that's the well house.

My primary target. My literal existence is situated on what's underneath that old temple, and I know underneath it lies an old well. A well that possesses the power of a mystical gateway between the present day and the Feudal Era, in which two certain people would occasionally use it. I want to cut all this façade so bad and just jump through the well, never coming back. Unfortunately, the reason why Kagome can go to the other side so easily is mainly because of the sacred jewel implanted inside her gut. Therefore, without the jewel, I'm stuck here in this modern world.

Believe me, I don't want to get involved in a world filled with human-eating abominations. In fact, I'd rather stay in this world, get a job, and live my life like any normal person should. But no, my childish instincts are screaming at me on filling my picture in this fantasy shounen story.

And besides, I'm not who I was back then. I'm now taking the part as Bankotsu. Whether I would become a villain or not I'll decide about it when I'm at the other side.

"Oh! A visitor!" A voice of an elderly man reached through my ears as I voluntarily looked at the sight of the main protagonist's grandfather seemingly coming out from the small office.

His name wasn't really mentioned in the show, and her granddaughter calling her 'grandpa' doesn't help either. His clothes were that of a traditional Japanese priest and apparently the caretaker of this shrine. It's kinda refreshing when you realize you're about to meet a canon character who basically emphasizes on the otherworldly history of Japan. Seems that luck really does work only on convenient times.

"Hmm, what's this?" He's finally a meter away from me. His animated dead fish eyes are staring at me while I stared back at him, and it's honestly making me a little nervous. This old man's eyes could probably best the eyes of literally every anime character that has eyes with only a dot in it.

"What are you wearing, young man?" He asked with a confused yet curious tone. "And what brings you here to our sacred shrine?" I inwardly pat myself from the back as the beginning of a casual conversation from a fictional character finally commences.

"I heard that this shrine is capable of dispelling bad omens." I started, taking a peek around the shrine to make my statement more natural before looking back at him. "And please don't mind my clothes, I'm doing a cosplay at an event not far away from here."

"Oh, I see." He inspected me from head to toe. "Are you going to do a play of some sorts? A historical play maybe?" He asked once more as I just simply nodded in response.

"Yeah, something like that." I answered. "Anyways, like I said. I came here because one of my friends said that this shrine is good for dispelling bad omens." My eyes feigned the imitation of a curious minor, hoping that he'll take the bait without any hitches.

"Is it true?" I asked as the elderly man's eyes widened in what looked to be an expression of surprise. His eyes then…gleamed, quite literally.

"Of course it's true!" He raised his index finger in a lecturing manner. "This shrine has been passed down for many generations in order to keep the sacred relics of the past from evildoers who try to utilize it!" Whoa, there's sacred relics being kept here? But knowing his character, I think this is him just exaggerating a bit. Because if there is, I definitely need one of those for future purposes.

"And by that, it also serves as a consecrated sanctuary created to purify whatever bad fortunes that make its way around here!" He grabs both my hands, catching me fully off guard at the sudden contact.

"Young man." His eyes disappeared completely, replaced by a shadow going all the way to his nose before finally returning back to normal.

"You've come to the right place." He firmly stated with his eyes staring at me with a full load of determination. The way his face does these kinds of expressions in a literal manner of sense is giving me anxiety.

"Yeah…totally." I agreed, quite unsurely.

"Now then." He lets go of my hands then fully turns around showing his whole back. "Together, we shall explore the wonders of the Higurashi Shrine!"

"Uh sir I think it's fine if I'm on-"

"Let's go! You have so much to learn!" The old man just straight-up ignored my plea as he started walking towards the shrine. While I'm a little-pissed at how he treats me as a tourist, I can't say that I wasn't intrigued at what he said about the history of this shrine. When you think about it, this could actually be considered as a warm up for me to prepare myself from the attested real deal.

Look, to be fair I don't think it's necessary to learn everything about the whereabouts of the shrine. All I really need to know are specific pieces of information which could hopefully give me some heads up from the future canon. That's because even if I do have a good memory, I'm bound to forget something that's somewhat important from the show. Let's not forget that this show was created twenty years ago. So basically I'm like what? Probably around kindergarten at the time.

That said, you know what they say: learn first before action.

With that planned, I followed the old man from behind as I mentally prepared my sanity from what's yet to come.

"This is the sacred jewel." The elderly man lifted his hand, showing a purple marble-sized sphere tied on a small keychain. "This jewel has the power to bring happiness and prosperity to those who wield it with good intentions." I nod, inspecting the replication of the sacred jewel shard with slight fascination.

"But what if the person who wields it is evil?" I asked. Although I know an insight of what's going to happen, so this is basically just me dawdling. The old man seems to blink in surprise, seemingly not expecting such a question coming from someone like me. And honestly, I can't blame him.

"Well that's simple, when a person who's evil and dark in nature wields the sacred jewel, the jewel will be corrupted similar to the person who flourishes it." He answered straightly.

I nod once more. I think it's safe to say that ninety percent of the characters from the show literally wanted the jewel shard for themselves, and that they'd use it for world domination. The one who's responsible for my reincarnation did a good job on picking my character since I'm pretty sure those ninety percent are soon going to be my enemies from time to time.

"Well that's pretty accurate." I commented offhandedly as the Higurashi grandfather firmly nodded.

"Indeed it is." He agreed. I nearly backed away when the jewel charm was shoved in front of me by the hands of the old man. Obviously I was confused by this, and the old man's expression isn't really helping either.

"Here, take it." He intrepidly said, making me realize where this conversation is going. This is a shrine after all, and this progenitor makes a living out for it. I immediately raised both of my palms in a yielding manner.

"Sorry but I don't have any money with me." I reasoned. Vague as it may be, but what do you expect? I was literally resurrected just this morning so I literally got nothing with me. The fact that I should've stayed in the attic longer and at least tried to search for something valuable finally ruptures in my mind as I mentally give myself a facepalm over my irrationality.

"It's fine, it's fine." He waved his hand before shrugging. "Take it as my sign of gratitude."

"Gratitude?" I raised a brow, an expression of confusion plastering all over my face. "Why?"

Huh, this old man is nicer than I thought. Yet somehow I got a feeling this wasn't the case.

"Well you see, I have a granddaughter." He began. "Every single day, I tried whatever I could on teaching her everything she needed to know about the shrine." The old man diverted his gaze towards the main shrine.

"Its history, its origins, the whole schmear. All of it." A tired sigh escapes from his lips. "But she looks so uninterested about it that I'm slowly starting to lose hope at the future of this shrine."

So it's about Kagome huh? Well she does seem to be uninterested about their shrine's history, but I think most people around her age generally don't acknowledge things like this that much other than those who're deeply interested in it. I think we could all agree that Kagome is still, in fact, a kid. And as a kid, her desires are directed on what the modern world throws onto her face.

"My grandson, however, seems to enjoy my teachings from time to time. Surely one of the big reasons why I'm not giving up on my granddaughter." He added with an evident smile on his face as I could only look at him in confusion.

Grandson?

…

Oh he's talking about Sota! My bad, my bad. I nearly forgot that kid's existence from the show! Goddamn my memory's all jumbled up from how many side characters are from this anime. But anyways, basing it from my memory Sota is the main protagonist's little brother who's basically just added from the show as a supporting character. I know it's a harsh statement but hey, aren't we all side characters from someone's life?

"Well for one, that's honestly intriguing." I said. "But you're telling me why…?"

"Ah sorry sorry." The old man gave out a chuckle. "I didn't notice that I got carried away a bit." He fully turns his attention towards me.

"For a young lad like you, you seem to be interested in these kinds of things. And we don't really get that many visitors around here." He said with a strained smile. "I wish my granddaughter was just as interested as you." He finished the statement, obviously saddened at his granddaughter not having interest in their shrine. With that, I shook my head in disapproval.

"Don't be such deprecated gramps." I casually stated. "I think it's better if you let her decide what she wants, rather than forcing something she doesn't really take interest on."

Which is true. After all, it's her life we're talking about here. Sooner or later, she'll be going on a crazy adventure with a tsundere doggo, an ass-man Issei, genderbent Captain Boomerang, a nekomata, and a fox demon. Anime truly does make the best out of shounen series.

"I see." The old man cupped his chin, seemingly in thought before looking back at me. "Young man, what's your name?" He asked.

I'm fully aware that I will never, and I mean NEVER, not even in a million years of chances that I will become the ultimate persona of Bankotsu. I was put inside his body, but I'm not him. This is not the same Bankotsu who annihilates people for fun, and I'm definitely going to change something out because of it.

This is me,and like hell I'm going to do all this 'woe is me' crap. I am me, and I'm not willing to change that, or anything else actually. I am who I am, and that's all I'll ever be.

….

Ohohoho I'm gonna mess up the canon so badly.

With that, a wide grin slid across my face.

"Bankotsu." I answered.

Yeah another self-insert. Deal with it.