After you read this, would you prefer 3rd person or 1st person?

They both have their pros and cons, but with the way I write…3rd person, I feel like I would be able to give more details on characters and their environments since it has more to do than one perspective, but with 1st perspective you would actually know what their thinking on a deeper level (inner monologues)

Chapter 3

3rd Person POV

Currently in the year of 1990, in the Yoyogi Park there were two kids, both were currently in discussion, though against expectations, they weren't sitting next to each other.

"-they are amazing, the way they are able to attract attention in the show world, their masterful lies to satisfy the people!, their bewitched fans!" one blonde Japanese boy, by the name of Ichigo, passionately said to his companion.

Kirai, on the other hand, the albino boy, while his friend was sitting on the bench with crossed legs, the rather muscular boy was doing pull-ups on the tree above the bench.

As he continued to do his endless grind for the perfect physique, for a child at least, tilted his head as sweat dripped from his body, "so…idols to fans' relationship is pretty much the same as magicians to their audience?" his expression being mostly passive if not a little curious.

Ichigo opened his mouth and pointed his finger at me, though no words came out of his mouth, closing his mouth, his pointed finger became an open palm as he waved it side to side as if he was weighing something.

"…kind of? Buts it's not really the same, everyone watching the magic tricks pretty much knows the many secrets behind the show, IDOLS ON THE OTHER HAND, they perform a songs, dances, they perfect their smiles for the crowd, they form an emotional connection to each of their fans, being the perfect icon for them!" The blonde in the middle of the speech stood up, his fists clenched onto themselves, his latest released magazine forgotten on the bench beside him, with stars seemingly shining in his eyes.

Honestly it was a good thing it was early in the morning with few people out, else they would've looked at Ichigo with bewildered eyes for having such passion at his age.

Kirai, who never stopped for a moment doing his pull-ups, rolled his eyes, "sounds toxic, one mistake and they would be targeted by those said "fans" that initially praised them," the albino said in annoyance.

The blonde on the other hand shrugged and replied back just as swiftly, "what's life without risk, there are two people in the show biz, the stars!, and the ones at the sidelines," Ichigo dismissed.

All Kirai did was sweat drop at the response, neither in this life nor in his previous one did he know the entire inner workings of the buisiness, and other entertainment, but he was pretty sure it was a lot more than what his wayward friend is talking about.

It was strange…when he helped that guy that day he didn't expect to make an eccentric friend, still, he didn't regret it, in fact he was glad.

For the past half a decade,…he didn't really realize that he had missed a lot of the usual human interactions, friendly ones that is.

From that day on, he pretty much spend a lot of his time with Ichigo when he wasn't fully focusing on training, drawing, or any other stuff.

Though he did do stuff like heavy exercises in front of Saitoru that he grew mostly disanitised to his habits.

Shame, he absolutely loved his expression whenever he did a set that went past 50s or even 100s, truly, a dropped jaw is the best reaction.

On the other hand…trash digging is not fun, especially when you are trying to be discreet, so far, as expected, no one is really throwing away something as valuable as a computer, those things at this time are expensive as well as ineffective compared to the future.

Done with his workout, he swung himself down to the ground to the bench, landing softly he grabbed his bag that was at the very edge of the bench and grabbed a towel and dried himself.

"So how's life been treating you?" Kirai asked, he sat down, and grabbed his snack, that being an apple.

Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes, "not much, pops has been hounding me to go outside more,".

"Oh? Is that why you were up this early? Normally, you wouldn't come out till well past 2:00, you are either sleeping, eating, or too deep into your magazines,".

"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT!" the blonde defended, his cheeks red, Kirai waved his hand dismissively at him, "relax, wasn't judging you,".

That's basically how their days have been, they basically hung out to do whatever, though with Ichigo it eventually revolves back around to some sort of entertainment, especially about idols.

Most kids considered the guy weird and didn't want to hang out with him, though now that I was essentially his only friend, and basically his body guard against bullies, it was naturally we stuck together, considering no one else wants to.

Though for now it's currently summer vacation for Ichigo, another shocker for Kirai about the country is the fact, school is actually mostly a year round thing, beginning in April and ending at the end of March, with several breaks.

The albino was mostly ignorant of the fact since most of his education from this world was taught back in the orphanage.

Saitou stood up and motioned to Kirai, "let's go, I heard a manga series became incredibly popular in recent years, wanna know what's all the rage,".

Finishing his snack, Kirai followed after, along the way he thought about the year he was in, 1990 he believed now would be a good time to send over a clone, disguised and with most of the money to America.

He has since grown skilled enough to fake a convincing passport, and instead of using his own computer he planned to make, he gone ahead and sneaked into a building with a computer with shadow travel and utilized his hacking capabilities.

If anything goes wrong in the airport? He could very easily go invisible or sink into a shadow of the passenger and come on board.

He would perfer not, but at some point he is gonna grow frustrated and annoyed enough to steal a computer off of a rich person.

Now why was a boy of 10 trying to get to USA? Investments.

He wanted to actually go there and build a foundation for himself before he goes on to invest in Apple, Google, eBay, Netflix, Facebook, Costco and so on.

Though of course, he will have to focus on one of them before he actually sells off the stocks in order to buy the other companies' stock to further invest.

The clone would have around 30,000 dollars, which was pretty much most of the money, considering he was only planning to leave 8,000 with him.

Still a long time he would begin investing when the clone would arrive, but he had…ways to keep himself going.

Hell, if he wanted he could just be a musician in the streets, considering he would literally be the best around, he would imagine while the start would be rough he can climb to the top in music.

But enough of the Investment world, when the clone leaves tonight, it will be his job from then on, so journey to America would be an entirely different story.

Kirai was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice that Ichigo had already led them to a very familiar manga/anime store and was holding up a very familiar manga book.

"Draconic Balls? What an unfortunate name, seems the author couldn't think of anything better," strawberry boy commented as he casually flipped through the pages, not noticing the heavy eye twitching his companion had.

Just a few more days…just a few more and he can rest easy knowing that there is a decent Manga out there, for an anime? It won't have one anytime soon, considering the fact I don't trust the absolute hell that animators have in this world considering what in his world they have done.

What manga would he be posting?

Honestly he had to stick to the smaller one, since he needed his drawing to actually be up to standards and be alright.

Which just threw away the "Big Three", he refused to do hundreds of manga chapters at the moment, so he decided on Akame ga kill, it being only around 80 chapters.

"Not a fan?" Kirai focused back on Ichigo to find his friend giving him a tired smirk, "I'm telling you man, your standards are a bit too high, a lot of the manga writers nowadays simply wrote what sells, this is already considered out of the norm, and is considered one of the best,".

"And I will keep telling you that they can make a bigger effort than they are doing, I'll prove it by submitting a manga that I wrote, and watch a world be boggled by the idea a ten year old wrote it Better than an adult," he replied back calmly, he already gave the manga and the anime a try, he could clearly remember how the story should've gone, and yet somehow, it has been filled utterly with horrible jokes, characters were incredibly dull, and the fight scenes and music you can tell people were dosing on.

His eye once more twitched when he saw Ichigo roll his eyes in amusement.

Just a couple of days


This one was a little bit shorter, sorry about that, this was mostly to progress the story forward, without too much of a bit cut