"You're not monsters," he said, voice cracking. "You're just… lost."
But Lugh remembered Kenji. Remembered the nights spent crying over anime because real life had no magic. And he realized: he wasn't Rudeus. He was just a fan. And that was okay. The crisis came at sixteen. jkanime mushoku tensei
It worked. Mostly. At twelve, he enrolled in the Ranoa University of Magic, the same hallowed halls where Rudeus once studied. But Lugh didn't join the Special Student program. He joined the Anime Studies Club —a tiny, laughed-at group of transmigrators and dreamers who believed the old world's stories held real power. "You're not monsters," he said, voice cracking
While other kids played with wooden swords, Lugh trained like Rock Lee—weights on his ankles, running up waterfalls. He memorized spell formulas like Light Yagami writing names. He even tried to "power of friendship" his way through a goblin nest. And he realized: he wasn't Rudeus