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Adachi did not like Yu Narukami. He was reminded of that fact about himself the second he saw Izanagi, the demon who was now being bestowed unto him. Yu Narukami was the previous wielder of this Persona, and had Narukami not been there, Adachi would have likely gotten away with all the crimes he was doing for Narukami’s cousin- whose name was Nanako, in case you forgot. Hot uncle or not, Adachi did not rock with that kid.
So now what? Was giving him the weapon of his destruction meant to be his reward for having like, not been depressed for two minutes? He was actually kinda debating whether or not he actually was being rewarded or punished, but then he realized that Igor would never have put a handicap on the savior of reality. This had to just be a weird ass reward.
So, while hesitant at first, eventually Adachi did another trademark lock-in and accepted the offer to have his very own, LEGALLY obtained persona.
Izanagi did not seem to have any signs of a grudge against Adachi, as they now stood across the room from each other. In fact, he actually seemed like a really chill guy.
“Hey… Izanagi.” Adachi hesitantly said, awkwardly doing fingerguns with a grimace.
“Hey.” Said Izanagi, making Adachi jump back and scream a little.
“Holy shit, dude, I didn’t know you could talk.”
“Oh, my bad, I didn’t realize it was impolite to not say anything to the guy I was going to beat the shit out of.” Izanagi replied, looking around the room for a place to sit, but realizing he was too tall due to the giant fuckass blade shoes he wore all the time.
“You did do that… but that’s not what I meant! I just thought personas didn’t talk, like, at all!” Adachi cringed beneath the towering frame of the demon. Izanagi sighed, trying to get on the guy’s level.
“Don’t sweat it, I’m trying to be more patient, mainly because I get the situation you’re dealing with right now. You know, the whole being a teenager thing. I would explain further, but we would both be here for actual real world hours just explaining it all, and we have a reality to save. Right now, we’re chill, so call for me and I shall be summoned. I am thou, thou art I, blah blah blah- whatever. Catch ya later, chucklenuts.” Then he vanished in a flash, and began waiting for when he would be called upon.
Once again, silence fell over the house, and Adachi had a moment to himself.
“This is the weirdest shit I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.” Adachi said out loud, deciding that he had to gear the fuck up and go outside to figure out what that actual fuck he was gonna do.
They didn’t specify exactly what to do or how to do it, they just assumed he knew how to. Once he threw on a random change of clothes and ate a few hot dogs, he gripped the door to the outside world with a trembling hand.
He hesitated, fearing that he'd step out and then be thrust into an actual-real-hell-from-the-bible level situation, but also considered it was going to be guaranteed hell staying inside for the whole year. So, with a deep breath, he strengthened his grip on the door and stepped into the unknown.
“I'm not alone this time.”
The sun… was pleasant. Blinding, but pleasant. Checking the time, it was just past 7:25am, which meant that Adachi's shit brick house faced the rising sun. It wasn't for any plot-related reason, but goddamn it sure is funny thinking of having the sun's rays straight pussy blasted directly into Adachi's eyeballs every day. At least the air was fresh, with remnants of rainfall on the morning breeze.
It took a moment to adjust, but eventually the relaxing feeling of such a calm morning faded away. He slowly realized why nobody told him what he needed to do. He also realized why he was now a certified minor, because the clothes he had thrown on… were all part of a school uniform. An unfortunately familiar uniform. A bike bell rang out, and someone with an identical uniform flew down the road towards… a high school.
“...NO BRO, NO!!!” He screamed at God, legit geeking.
“SHUT UP, ADACHI!” Said all of Adachi’s neighbors at once.
Adachi was back in Inaba, the very town he had been first arrested in, but this time it was him who was going to be juggling being a savior with the daily life of a high-schooler.
(It is now that I would like to give an update and say that I am sorry, but I lied to you. I did not take 3 edibles during the course of these two chapters .It was five edibles. I don't remember why I took two more, but that is the truth. My fault, o.g.)