The Tokyo Metropolitan Library was Shino Kurugawa’s sanctuary. At twenty-six, she had achieved her dream: a life lived entirely between the scent of old paper and the quiet hum of an air conditioner. While others her age were out at bars or chasing promotions, Shino was perfectly content organizing the fantasy section, often losing herself in a volume of Sword Art Online or That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime during her lunch break.
"Life would be so much simpler with a Status Window," she whispered to herself, smoothing the spine of a light novel. "No taxes, just level-ups."
She checked her watch. 5:30 PM. Her shift was over.
The Intersection
The evening air was crisp. Shino walked toward the subway, her mind occupied by a plot hole in the manga she’d read that morning. She was crossing the busy intersection near the station when she saw him—a young boy, perhaps five years old, chasing a runaway ball into the middle of the street.
Time seemed to slow down, just like the frame-by-rate of a high-budget anime. From the corner of her eye, she saw the glowing headlights of a heavy delivery truck. The driver wasn't braking.
I know this trope, Shino thought, a strange, calm clarity washing over her. This is where the story usually ends. Or where it begins.
She didn't hesitate. Her legs moved with a sudden, desperate agility. She reached the boy, her arms scooping his small frame up and hurling him toward the safety of the sidewalk.
The Impact
There was no pain, only a sudden, deafening roar and a blinding flash of white. For a split second, Shino felt weightless. She thought of the library, the unfinished books on her nightstand, and the quiet life she was leaving behind.
I hope that kid stays out of the road, she thought. And I hope... if there really is a 'Next Stage'... there are books there.
The Rebirth
The transition wasn't a tunnel of light. It felt like falling into a deep, cool pool of water. When she opened her eyes, the gray asphalt of Tokyo was gone.
Above her was a canopy of trees so massive they seemed to touch the clouds. The leaves weren't just green; they shimmered with a faint, bioluminescent purple. The air smelled of damp earth and something sweet, like crushed berries.
Shino tried to sit up, but her balance felt... off.
"Ugh... my head," she groaned. But the voice that came out wasn't hers. It was higher, lighter, with a strange, musical trill at the end of every breath.
She looked down at her hands. They were smaller, pale, and tipped with sharp, retractable black claws. Panicked, she crawled toward a nearby stream to see her reflection.
The girl in the water was sixteen again, but she wasn't entirely human. Atop her head of dark, messy hair sat two pointed, furry ears that twitched at the sound of a distant bird. Behind her, a long, slender tail flicked nervously back and forth.
"A Cait Sith?" she whispered, her new ears swiveling toward her own voice. "I'm... a Demi-Human?"
The First System Call
As a fan of the genre, she knew what to try next. She closed her eyes and focused on the space behind her eyelids.
Status. Menu. Anything?
A faint, translucent blue screen flickered into existence.
Name: Shino Kurugawa
Race: Cait Sith (Librarian Variant)
Level: 1
Class: None
Unique Skill: [Analytical Eye - Rank E] (Unlocked)
Passive Skill: [Night Vision], [Enhanced Agility]
Condition: Lost / Disoriented
Shino stared at the screen, her tail giving a sharp, excited thud against the grass.
"Level 1," she breathed, a small, shaky smile forming on her face. "Okay. It’s not a library, but it’s a start. Time to see if those survival guides I filed were actually worth anything."
She looked into the dark, towering depths of the forest. She was sixteen, alone, and equipped with nothing but a librarian's brain and a pair of cat ears.
The grind was about to begin.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5HStDmuYlm
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