Author's Note

old version of prologue, was edited and published anew, i keep the old one because i know some peoples (like me) dislike when chapter are deleted during rewrite and editing.

prologue (no-edit go for the edited one.)

Hokori wasureru a young caucasian woman with golden hair and green eye she was 1.70 meter tall and had a tanned skin all of that was clashing with her names because she was found without known parent and raised as an orphan in japan, the best theory given to her about her origin was a mother who simply had her in japan and left after leaving her in the trash can she was found in, it was of course a scandal and made the turn of the world but in the end it didn't really matter for her now.

She was simply living like any others person, working a small dead end job and living in a crappy yet not insalubre apartment, she didn't have friend but neither enemies nor even bad people living nearby her. In short her life was not horrible but far from perfect but still good for someone with her origin. Most of her free time was spent watching animes especially animes with mecha. In those animes, the shitier your past the more important you become, like a perfectly balanced karma.

The shittier your life, the stronger you are, and all the main character where people with shitty past, all normal peoples would give up and cower to the side with a past like them but not the hero, they seemed empowered by their suffering and it was what forced her respect, she wasn't like that,shegave up, she was born as a fucking nobody and would die as a fucking nobody.

She hated it, so when she read on the net of cosplayer disappearing in convention because of a merchant sending people into place where opportunities for adventure where plentyfull, she prepared. She gathered her money and spent every minutes of free time working on her cosplay, her own gunpla, a modified kshatriya painted black and silver using technologies of almost all the gundam animes. It wasn't perfect but still was the worst nightmare of those who would dare face it. She started going into convention, she was very successful her cosplay being hard to miss with her four wing and deep black paint and silver engraving but its only at the sixth one she found what she wanted.

Its stand was filled with many object, but what grabbed her attention was the gn sword, it was of course a bait, one of the thing Hokori wasureru was good at detecting was bait and this was one. On the other hand, one of the thing Hokori wasureru lacked was tact its why she simply walked up to the merchant disguised as Jay Null and said.

"Hi, i want to be sent somewhere, preferably somewhere where there's action."

The marchant just stared at her for a few minutes before laughing it's prosthetic arm banging on the table.

He looked at her with a grin washing a few nonexistent tear."*few* it was a long time since i laughed like that, but in all seriousness." it's visage losing all amusement."you sure are cocky coming up to me like that and even making demand." he grinned."then again i am in a hurry too it seem, you see i need a new identity, something out of the way so i can make myself a little less remarked, if people like you can just found me so easily it mean more important people can too, i'll need to lay low for a while. So, want to make a trade? Your body and identity in exchange of your own little bit of universe to play in hmm? No string attached of course, no trap no monitoring, but also no safety net, and of course,"he grabbed the gn sword and put it under the table."no parting gift."its grin was showing mischief but not malice."so?"

Normally people would take the time to thinks thing though, even me but not this time because the first thought who entered my mind when the doctor j said those word was:

"Mission accepted."

And Hokori wasureru was no more me, i was Kshatriya.