As I found myself thrust into this group with four individuals, each bearing their distinct ideologies, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider among them. Their camaraderie flowed effortlessly, like a river winding its way through familiar terrain, while I stood on the banks, a solitary figure, unable to find my footing in their midst.

Social interaction has always been a daunting prospect for me, an obstacle course littered with pitfalls and stumbling blocks that I navigate with trembling uncertainty. It's not merely shyness or introversion that plagues me, but a deep-seated sense of inadequacy and anxiety that threatens to suffocate me in the presence of others.

Faced with the overwhelming discomfort of social engagement, I instinctively retreat into the comforting embrace of my extraordinary ability—Reality Erasure. With a mere thought, I can invoke the power to vanish from sight, erase myself from the canvas of social interaction, and retreat into the shadows where I feel safe.

But even as I clothe myself in the cloak of invisibility, I cannot shake the gnawing sense of isolation that eats away at my spirit. My ability offers a temporary respite from the relentless pressure of social interaction, but it also serves as a barrier—a barrier that prevents me from forging meaningful connections and experiencing the richness of human connection.

And so, as I grapple with the dichotomy of my existence—caught between the allure of solitude and the longing for companionship—I embark on a journey of self-discovery. I am determined to find a balance between the solace of solitude and the warmth of human connection, to carve out a space for myself in this world where I can be seen and understood, not as a mere shadow, but as a whole and worthy individual.

It's been a bit since everything went down, maybe a couple of hours give or take? I found myself leaning heavily on my ability, using it as a shield to avoid any unnecessary interactions. But, as usual, it drained me, leaving me feeling like I've just finished a marathon with no finish line in sight.

But hey, what else could I have expected, right? It's not like I can snap my fingers and make all the social awkwardness disappear. So, here I am now, taking a breather, wishing I had some of my gear from that little scuffle earlier.

Everyone's got their eyes on me, but not in a good way. It's always about my size, my build. Seriously, people need to find something better to focus on.

So, where does that leave me? How do I navigate through all this judgment and nonsense? I guess I'll just have to figure it out as I go.

Until next time, when who knows what kind of chaos awaits...

Reflecting on the events of yesterday, I find myself grappling with the peculiar assortment of individuals thrust into my path. It's as if fate has a twisted sense of humor, orchestrating a meeting of misfits with disparate dreams and desires.

Ringo, with his burdened heart and unwavering resolve, left an impression on me. Despite the shadows that seem to cling to his past, there's a flicker of hope in his eyes, a spark that refuses to be extinguished. He navigates the complexities of our world with a sense of resolve that I find both admirable and perplexing. There's an air of mystery about him, like a book waiting to be unfolded, its pages filled with untold stories and hidden truths. In his presence, I can't help but wonder about the journey that brought him to this point, and the challenges that lie ahead. Now I am curious as to what his past is.

Vlad, the wild dreamer with ambitions as vast as the sky, brings an air of unpredictability to our group. His obsession with dinosaurs and dominion is both intriguing and unsettling. He did some questionable things when we first met, but I am willing to let it slide.

Maxwell, the enigmatic genius, is a puzzle waiting to be solved. His mind teems with ideas and schemes that defy conventional logic, leaving me to wonder what secrets lie beneath his calculated facade.

Giovanni, with his quiet intensity and ambitions for empire, commands attention with his presence alone. There's an aura of danger about him, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

As for myself, I remain on the periphery, a silent observer in a world that moves too quickly for me to keep pace. When faced with the chaos that engulfed us at the restaurant, I could do nothing but offer words of encouragement from the sidelines. My Reality Erasure proved futile in the face of such turmoil, leaving me feeling powerless and insignificant.

Yet, despite our differences and the challenges that lie ahead, there's a strange sense of camaraderie that binds us together. We may be an odd collection of outcasts, but perhaps, in each other, we'll find the strength to navigate the uncertain road ahead.

Until next time,

Castilver

As I found out that I was still weak, I began looking for jobs to get stronger, alongside someone else I'd gotten into contact withーHidari Ringo.

He was in Japan at the time, and the job I found was in Japan as well, I figured that this would be a good opportunity for us.

I won't bore youーthe eventual readerーof the details of my journey to Shibuya.

As I arrived in Shibuya, Hidari was there to pick me up just outside the Airport, and since I figured I'd be staying in Japan for quite a while, I might as well have a tour around. We went to multiple places, and signature landmarks, and finally, headed to the location of our mission.

The details of the mission are as follows:

"Steal Jujutsu Kaisen Leaks from Akutami Gege."

We arrive at the Manga Studio, and I opt to go around the building, whilst Hidari goes through the front entrance, pretending to be a new translator.

We eventually met up in an elevator, after some troubles, and went up to the third floor.

Upon opening the first door we see after getting out of the elevator, there, we see himーAkutami Gege, in his studio, working.

Hidari went into the studio first.

I went to take a drink for reasons I would not elaborate further, but as I was drinking, I heard a noise coming from the studio, so I looked at the windows.

There, I saw himーEight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga.

I quickly rushed into the studio to attempt to help Hidari, but Akutami dismissed Mahoraga instead, so I didn't help at all.

Afterward, we got the leaks of the latest chapter of Jujutsu Kaisen, and Akutami Gege's contact.

As we were leaving, I asked Hidari about places I could potentially stay at.

He offered to let me stay in the shed at his shrine.

I accepted his offer, and that's all for now.

Until next time, who knows what'll happen.

Castilver