Editing Dokuro-chan:Volume1 Chapter2 (section)

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It was real. 

Until very recently, I really was an extremely normal second year junior high school student who gets up at six forty-five in the morning, gets into bed by eleven at night, and enjoys reading books thirty minutes before going to sleep.
 
To completely destroy such a simple life of mine… Yes, it was a day with such perfect weather, and on some night where nothing happened. 

I was in my own room (size of six tatamis) turned towards my desk to do my homework. At that instant, the desk drawer suddenly flew out aggressively. 

My chest was badly hit, and I flew backwards together with my chair. 

And then, “Bang” came the sound of the drawer, and from it came a very cute looking girl with a golden halo over her head.
 
The girl claimed to be an angel from the future called Dokuro, here to protect me.
 
With a sound of “squeak”[unsure the actual sound], her whole body emerged from the drawer, and she looked at me, who lay flat on the ground. I was looking up at the ceiling, white foam coming out of my mouth. 

She then widened her eyes like a girl who had spotted a strawberry cake wrapped in plastic on the kitchen table, and showed a beautiful smile. 

I swallowed back my white foam and took in a deep breath, so deep that even goose bumps appeared. 
To suddenly be smiled at and watched by a girl that seemed to have just popped out from his own fantasies, there should be no man in this world who wouldn’t be stunned by this scene. 

With watery, big eyes, a cheek that looked like it would be soft, firm, and cooling forever, an appearance that looked pure and innocent, and a “nice body”[in actual English terms] that could be seen, even through her clothes----
 
Dokuro’s mini skirt suddenly drifted, and she jumped out from the drawer. That "Thing” that I saw at that time, I would probably never forget it for the rest of my life. 

“Ahhhhhhh!”
 
I screamed out, without noticing. That aqua-blue-striped pattern has stood fresh within my memories up till now.
 
“Oh, no!!” 

Dokuro blushed and quickly put her hand over her skirt to cover it. 

And then---- 

“Huh……?” 

She pulled a seemingly heavy “spiked steel baseball bat” directly from above, and then swept it downwards with all her might onto the face of the person she had met for the first time, me. 

With a “Splat!”, that murder weapon darkened my vision, smashed my nose bone, and ripped off my face. Something seemed to gush out and hit the ceiling, “Pat…..”[sounds like rain hitting a roof? What's the actual sound?] The realistic sound effects sounded across the room.
 
I fell onto the floor from my original position with a “Bam”. The tunnel of light I saw then, I can never forget it my entire life, even if I want to. 

“Ahhhhh……! Sor, Sorry!!” 

The girl that landed on the tatami like a feather, used a cute voice that I would want to record down on tape to shriek, and then----- 

♪ Pipirupirupirupipirupi~ ♫

She raised that steel baseball bat with spikes all over “Bokusatsu kanabo(murdering spiked club) --- Excalibolg.” and started dancing like she was waving a magical wand.
 
Following that, my face, which was smashed in, expanded bit by bit under the magical light, just like a sponge cake being toasted in an oven, and finally, returned to its original state.
 
“Wa……Wah!?” 

I shook my confused head as I crawled backwards to the wall.
 
I looked at the girl, who had a superbly cute smile and a halo over her head, once more and that steel club that could be seen as the gatekeeper of Hell in her hand. 

As she tugged it along, the angelic girl showed a cheerful smile, and came over to look at me. 
Unable to turn my eyes away from her, a thought came to my mind---- 

“What is going to happen to me from now on?” 

---------- This is the story of Dokuro the angel, and a human, me, filled with love, sensation, and blood.