I love it.
I fucking love it.
I look up above me, at the clouds, I left Hatomo shop some seconds ago. My new cloak tight against me.
Well, it's not tight tight, there's a bit of give.
It'll get tighter when I'm older. That's what he said, children like me pop up in height easily, and it would be a shame if the first real badass piece of clothing I own becomes scrap because I got too big.
That would be a real shame.
That's why he made it to be a little bit bigger than I am, I kinda feel like I'm floating in it, but it doesn't change the fact that the soft wool lined inside the coat keeps me warm and completly dry.
Well, not completly dry.
But that's not because of the coat, even if I had the time to wipe off some of the rain with the towel he gave me.
My shirt, was already dripping wet when I came here. So, yeah, didn't really had the time to dry up.
But apart from that? It's the most comfortable thing I've ever been in while standing under the constant rain of this fucking village.
How can it rain so much in a single place for fuck sake? Makes no sense.
Pushing my hands deeper in my new pockets I stretch my little fingers around, enjoying the soft warmth coming from the wool.
I don't really know how he made this whole coat but...
I look down at my torso, turning around in the street, alone, inspecting my new outfit without any care in the world, let people stare.
Usually I would care. Maybe I would be extra careful if I were in another street. Wouldn't be the first time an old asshole tries to scam me, steal from me, or just throw random stuff at me.
But this street is basically the safest place for me in the whole village.
At least for me.
With Hatomo and the others who knows me inside this street? Yeah, even my dad can't barge in and drag me home when I'm here.
Hatomo was damn useful the last time it happened.
Enjoying the relative peace I got for now, barely restraining the shit eating grin on my face, I take my time to look at my fashion upgrade.
Which is basically a big cloak. I look like a baby ghost.
A baby ghost made of black, and white. I feel like the ornamentals are kind of too much for a kid like me, but I'll admit it looks kind of cool.
The entire cloak is dark, but the hood of the cloak. Right now resting over my head, have a tuft of white-like color starting from the crown of my head, said tuft starts spreading around the fabric of the cloak in a tornado pattern.
The tornado of white spread down until threads of white find themselves around my collarbones, then, as if the tornado finally found a meaning, the white starts to gather together and a stylized version of my name, in Japanese, gets formed over my heart.
Well, it should be over my heart. But since I'm a bit too small for now, the name reaches the middle of my ribs, left ribs.
It does look cool. Kinda worried about wearing such a fancy cloak to be honest, but to be honest, most of the pathetic assholes around avoid rich people like the plague.
Rich means powerful in this village.
I don't know why, and trying to spy on the small amount of rich looking people I saw sounds like a death sentence.
So...I won't know.
Maybe the cloak can protect me more than I thought? Or maybe it's the opposite.
I kinda like it. The cloak have some clasps too, leather clasps on each sides of my torso, like all cloaks. You can just open the sides and show off your torso or whatever cause it's a cloak, just like an open jacket really, just longer
Though, this cloak in particular has leather clasps on each side.
And if I attach the left clasp, with the right one, just like I'm doing now.
Well, the cloak gets zipped and don't fly around when there's...wind or something.
Feeling around, there's no wind. Usually there's not a lot of wind, just rain, fucking weird place I swear.
Unbuckling the clasps, I let my small hands rest under the rain before putting them in my cloak pockets. I have multiple sets of pockets.
Some on the outside, just like the ones I'm using now.
But I also have similar pockets to rest my hands inside the cloak too.
And that's not all, there's pockets for my hands inside the cloak, but there's also pockets above and closer to my torso than my hips, those pockets reminds me of front pockets.
Clearly here to put some of my stuff in there.
Already put my ryo and key in there, it's safer than my drenched pant pockets.
Well, fuck. That was an unexpected boon for sure. I didn't expect THIS!
I almost want to run, run in the street and jump under the rain and enjoy the feeling of being able to move around without water sticking against every part of my body.
I was getting used to it to be honest. But that's still way more comfortable than walking around the rain, then get back home and directly take a shower.
Should I take a shower when I come back home today? I look down at my cloak, then around the street, at some of the burly men resting in shops or just walking around with their own clothes built to avoid the rain.
Eh, I'll figure it out later. Now! It's time to go to the liiiibrary!
With a pep in my step that wasn't here before, I walk straight to the fastest path toward the library.
I nod at some men that recognize me from passing this street that much, but apart from small interaction, nothing much more interesting happen in this street.
Yeah, I like this street a lot.
And my gratefulness toward said street only climb when I take a turn left, leave the street, and directly find myself stared at by some kind of old grandma as if I were a piece of shit on the ground.
I try the usual smiling trick but it doesn't work.
Welp, sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.
I keep up on my path, and from time to time, when people are outside in this weather, the same scene happens.
Yeah, like I said. The weapons street as I call it on my map is definetly an exception to the rule.
Maybe it's because I'm one of the last child remaining in the village? Not sure to be honest.
But daaaamn, most of the people here don't like me.
Which is weird. I'm a cute kid after, the cutest ever, and now I have a cool cloak.
Well, at least the only thing they do is giving me ugly stares, so, that's fine.
I pass in front of the wide open path that leads to the playground, and looking at it for a second, it's completly abandoned
One year ago, rain wouldn't have stopped kids from playing in this hellish place.
Barely giving it a glance, I keep up my walk toward the library.
It's a good distance away from my home. That's why I struggled to find it.
But to be honest it's not THAT THAT far away from home. It's just...when I started leaving the house by myself, I was just real paranoid you know? I mean, a one year old walking alone without any supervision should be paranoid, I don't think it was weird for me to be paranoid to be honest.
But after a while. When I realized that no adult around was callous enough to fucking kidnap me or throw me in a basement, my paranoia eroded off.
They are bastards but not beating you up on sight kind of bastards, more like, I'm going to short change you, look at you badly, and spread rumors kind of bastards.
Would have liked not needing to leave the house at all if possible.
But, I don't really got much choices here. I have particular circumstances, okay? Don't blame me.
Well, I guess you can blame me.
If something bad happens to me I'll blame my baby brain again. And if something real bad happens to me I'll be glad to live without the pain and try my luck in another life.
If I get lucky. How does one reincarnate anyway?
This whole train of thoughts make me rub my scarred index finger inside my cloak pocket, at the same time I lick my canine. Reflex.
Snapping out of my daze. And taking the last turn I needed. I finally see it.
The library.
Time to go spying.