A reiterating ring hits Kuroka's ears just like any other morning.
He wakes up and look at his bedside table
"It's 10:00 am already.. Jeez.."
His timer usually chimes on at 9:00 am but today was different for some reason..
He stands up and readies himself for another day..
His 'Days' consist of Completing neighborly tasks that get assigned to him because he's the 'Jack of all Trades'.. his community likes to call him. That notion doesn't sit right with Kuroka… not because of its ring but because of what famously comes after… "master of none".
He believes anything that resembles the 'Jack of all trades' motto has a negative connotation connected to it and can't stand the idea of being useless.
-He continues to cast his own thoughts back out into his mind before he grows frustrated of pondering something so material to him.
"Welp, I wonder what Ms. Mori needs help with today.." He contemplates
He puts his black jacket on and walks out the entrance of his house
"Whatever.." he reflects to himself trying to ease the annoyance stirring from the idea of him having to help someone else out other than himself.
He walks down his neighborhood road and not even twenty seconds in he is greeted by Ms.Mori.
"Hey! Kuroka! Can you lend a hand?" she exclaims looking over at Kuroka.
Kuroka forces a smile and walks on over.
"Can you help me with these?" She says as she gestures toward a trunk full of groceries.
"Sure thing!" Kuroka exclaims.
"Thank you dear for the help, seriously!" Ms.Mori compliments.
"It's no problem at all! Dont worry about it!" Kuroka replies.
After finishing up Kuroka continues on hoping to not be stopped too much before reaching his favorite breakfast bar spot.
Luckily.. He makes it to the plaza without it being too vigorous like it usually is..
All that's between him and his breakfast is a crosswalk.
He walks toward his checkpoint following behind two people who were almost done crossing..
"Man, I wonder what I'm going to order today.. Yesterday I had what I usually get.. Ugh but that old man.." He grows irritated
He reflects back onto yesterday and remembers something that ticks him off.
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"HEY IF IT ISNT THE JACK OF ALL TRADES" The barkeep chuckles
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"I hate when people call me that.." He shakes off yesterdays 'incident' irritated
Kuroka looks back forward, noticing the walk light no longer displayed that pedestrians were crossing.
"Oh shit!" he rushes to the other end of the crosswalk, running.
Suddenly a truck is heard from his right racing toward him.
He looks right only to be blinded by white headlights
"SHIT!.. SHITTT!"
The truck hits Kuroka, killing him instantly.
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Kuroka gasps loudly as he opens his eyes
A reiterating ring hits Kuroka's ears
He jolts up..
"Is this..!
- He looks around
my bedroom!"
A clock from afar chimes like it came from somewhere animus.
His vision alerts…- memories become vivid. He closes his eyes.
He's somewhere new, but familiar… He opens them
A glitched melody introduces him to a window as a token of Kuroka establishing a new beginning.
Welcome! Jack of all trades!-