This book is full of of 12 short stories; they are all of my original stories.
1. The Bomb that Destroyed Hiroshima
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*If some of the books seem a bit short, it is because I'm having a break from updating them*

Yes, of course, they strain the same type, stamped stories, they are dull. The revival with the presence of insider information, plugin ideas, but how to make money out of nothing? Some commonplace questions are simply not mentioned in the short stories. Suddenly no one, and calling him nothing, becomes rich. It does not attract attention, the shadow world or the guys with a cloak and a dagger? Does the system allow all of them to be sent to the forest?

Many wonderful translated short stories, unavailable, because - closed. And to open all of them is not enough stones.

Original novels? Yes, among them there are masterpieces, some of which have already scored a couple of hundred thousand views and some and a couple of million. But they may soon become closed.

It's boring to read the same stories but with different variations ... many authors prefer to follow the beaten path, follow the track and not through thorns to the stars! Therefore, it is very difficult to meet the novel, which is not typical, not stamped by history, but it is possible.

At the same time, the unique story is not the fact that it will become popular, since it is not typical, the reader did not get used to it.

If you go along the path that eminent and not very authors trampled on, the reader already knows what to expect from history. It can only have various plot variations, changing the names of the characters ... This is a copy, copies, copies ... maybe 10 copies already, and not quite fresh, but time-tested!

And suddenly, to take a new story, it is unique, original, unknown ... therefore, the reader on the one hand may be intrigued ... but on the other, if his expectations are not fulfilled ... then the reader will simply leave ... The unknown is always scary. Therefore, the choice is always the reader ... the author can try and take a chance ... he will have his own reader, but there will be dozens of them, against a template story, where there will be hundreds if not thousands of readers.

Of course, much more, as I see it, depends on the quality of English writing, its beautiful and clear form of presentation of the text. If it is interesting, if the story is fascinating ... then if you have 70 chapters, you as authors will have an audience that reads your novels of hundreds of thousands if not millions ...

In general, if you are confident in your grammar, have the gift of writing simple, clear and interesting stories, then you should try to go your own new way and write in your own unique genre.

If you are not ready for this, then it is easier to choose an already beaten path. It will not be so interesting for you as a writer, but then you will take the necessary number of readings.

Well, I have a completely different case ... I am a food in the genre of historical fictitious documentary. As an author, I am not a writer, I am a techie, which affects the style of short stories. My grammar is lame, my knowledge of English does not allow me to present in all its glory what I want to tell. However, I have a reader. Why?

IMHO this is related to the content of short stories, they are interesting, new, unique, useful, informative. If I could write well, then there would be more readers. But, there is, that is!

Therefore, there is a choice for the author, to go his own way or go on a stamped path. This is your choice!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Nanfeng felt immense pressure on his first day as Fang Zhao's assistant.
The next day, Fang Zhao had class. After Nanfeng completed his own tasks, he didn't head home immediately. Instead, he sought shelter in a pavilion that was part of an on-campus park. He opened a plastic container to reveal slices of iced watermelon. Nanfeng wanted to take in the artsy vibe of the HuangArt campus.
Someone was practicing the piano nearby. Legs crossed, Nanfeng shook along with the beat. He felt he had gotten a taste of the artistic life.
Soon, a parent and her child joined Nanfeng in the pavilion. The child looked like he was a secondary school student. Judging from their conversation, they were at HuangArt to sit for an exam. The parent was consoling her son, who was complaining about how hard the HuangArt exam was.
"HuangArt's admission exams are tough. Even prospective students with connections need to sit for them. But do you know why HuangArt has these exams? It's for your own good. The administration doesn't want any of their students to be in the awkward position of cluelessly munching away at a melon because they can't follow an academic discussion."
Nanfeng, who was eating watermelon 10 meters away: "..."
He felt like he had been punched in the gut.
It was quite the demoralizing comment.
But Nanfeng quickly regained his composure.
The sky was the limit for Fang Zhao's career. As Fang Zhao's assistant, he had to be presentable too!
Should he sign up for a short-term course?
After consulting with a few friends who also worked in the same industry, Nanfeng signed up for an online course. After filing his application, he didn't immediately head back to his own flat, instead making his way to Yan Biao's place. He watched the season finale of "Founding Era" with Yan Biao and Zuo Yu. Nanfeng had already watched the episodes from the Yanzhou chapter that featured Fang Zhao, but the entire series was too long. He couldn't possibly catch up in a day or two.
He would watch the remaining episodes when he had time, not just those of the Yanzhou chapter but the other chapters as well. He wasn't interested in the series per se; he wanted to get to know the actors cast in the series better.
After finishing class, Fang Zhao returned to his dorm room and organized his notes for the day. When it was time, he turned on his TV to a preset channel.
As long as he didn't have class, Fang Zhao would tune into the 10th season of "Founding Era." Today was the season finale.
Unlike the previous seasons, the 10th season of "Founding Era" had a brighter visual tone.
Downcast from a grim and grey color palette since the first season, audiences were finally rewarded with a change in the 10th season.
The overall epic storyline was quite stifling, but the 10th season was much more upbeat even though quite a few main characters died.
From the full recovery of territory to cleaning house in Huangzhou, to the Founding Era and the naming of the 12 continents, to a new regime, a new order, and a world—after enduring 100 years of suffering, the human race was finally marching toward a brighter future. 
A short film concluded the series.
It featured the final victory, the triumphant homecoming of the heroes, and the changes to the world in the 500 years after the Founding Era.
The score to the short film kicked off with a Chinese flute and violin solo that resembled a lone voice beckoning from the vast landscape.
A powerful force was gradually forming and gathering pace steadily.
Darkness always preceded the dawn, but darkness also became the dawn.
Bellows from the brass section resembled deafening cries that pierced the dawn, charging toward the sky and beckoning the future.
The world was rebuilt on this wasteland under a warm, nourishing light. A series of pale headstones told the stories of countless legends.
Every note that traveled to the ear evoked a fragmented memory, and every melody formed coherent scenes in the mind.
Like a preacher relaying an epic narrative.
The TV series was a lesson in history and time that told of grand, epic battles and legendary figures who were also regular folks.
Blurry shadows appeared in the film. These were the characters that survived or perished during the 10 seasons.
During the 100-year Period of Destruction, it was the work of these titans that had led to them escaping the darkness and forging a new world.
Now, five hundred years later, they were long gone. What history remembered was their determination and glory as well as tragedy and sorrow. But what took their place was something brighter, a sense of purpose powerful enough to motivate people to strive their entire lifetimes.
In later years, people called it faith. Others called it the grand cause.
It was this force that had underpinned 100 years of struggle and gave rise to countless miracles.
The short film was accompanied by an uninterrupted 10-minute score.
Ten minutes, far longer than the average song, was sufficient to convey a mind-blowing range of color.
Ten minutes, 12 melodies, 28 sections, more than 100 lines of music. They encompassed the cultural elements of all 12 continents. A large and complex ensemble of instruments. The rich range of emotion and the exquisite melodies that varied in pace but came off as seamlessly edited, coupled with the repeated variations, did not result in an overwhelming or protracted effect. The piece did not feel long at all, with surprises popping up at every corner, giving little in the way of respite. It had both the weight of an epic and the sheer beauty of a romantic score. A stunning and grand construction filled with twists and turns that put the listener in the moment and stirred their emotions.
When Mo Lang had composed the piece, he had been inspired by Fang Zhao's "This Life of Mine."
What Mo Long had wanted to create was not just a perfunctory account of these historical figures or collection of memories. What he had wanted to do was recreate the ethos of the era.
As if these giants had never left and the hope and faith that had propelled them into battle had lived on.
The human body might decompose, but the human spirit lived forever!
The blood of the martyrs painted the skies red as the heroes made a triumphant return!
Remembering these forgotten souls and etching their stories into stone.
Forgetfulness was the ultimate killer. 
The short film ended with a monologue from the character playing General Lu Xi from Xizhou while he was resting on his deathbed.
"I will have experienced three deaths in my life. The first time was when the Period of Destruction began. I bid farewell to my past and took on a new identity. The second time will be my imminent death, when my heart stops and my coffin is buried. I will be declared dead by a doctor, by friends and family, and by society. As for my third death, it will occur when the last person in this vast universe who remembered me forgets me. At that point, I will have nothing to do with the world. That is when I will truly disappear. I lived through my first death, and I'm about to welcome my second, but as long as you remember me..." The hoarse yet firm voice summoned all the remaining strength of his lungs, transcending time and space. "I. Shall. Live. On. Forever!"
Fade to black, followed by the text: "Please remember them."
Commemoration and the passing of the torch could withstand the test of time.
Audiences from around the world only shifted their attention away from the screen when the end credits rolled. They felt a sense of loss and were reinvigorated at the same time.
The 10 seasons of "Founding Era" had finally concluded.
A visual and auditory feast, without a doubt.
When these stories of the past were transformed into images and the effect was enhanced by a haunting score, 10 seasons later, audiences acutely felt the power of fate and faith.
"Unsurpassable god-level work!"
"We probably won't see another piece of filmed entertainment that can rival 'Founding Era' for another 100 years."
"They weren't kidding about the series being a milestone. Even if there's a remake featuring a bunch of big stars, it can't beat the original. It's just not the same."
"I'm outta here. Gotta go pay my respects at the martyrs' cemetery."
"I've decided. My plan for the second half of the year is to hit all the martyrs' cemeteries on all 12 continents!"
"Who's going to the martyrs' cemetery in Qi'an? Can I trouble you to bring back a good-luck charm from Old Fang's grave?"
"They're in high demand these days and will be difficult to come by. I think there's a quota of one per person."
"I love the soundtrack! The score to the short film at the end is jaw-dropping!" 
"The piece was written by Master Mo Lang. It's a complex, meandering piece that incorporates elements from all 12 continents. It's grand and meticulous at the same time. This is a true master at his finest. No wonder he's a national treasure, someone who's won the Galaxy World Medal, the highest honor in the arts world!"
"Factoring in all 10 seasons, the score for 'Founding Era' is so strong. The songs keep getting better and better. The final piece that ran with the short film at the end was the grandest of them all."
"Did anyone notice the credits at the end of the film? Two people were credited with the arrangement of the final song. One was Mo Lang, and the other Fang Zhao!"
"What? Fang Zhao was involved?"
Curious viewers rewound the episode. Lo and behold, there was Fang Zhao's name.
Concluding score "Legend"
Composer: Mo Lang
Arrangement: Mo Lang, Fang Zhao
"..."
"This was a tough song to compose—and arrange as well. Fang Zhao was actually one of the arrangers?"
"As far as us academics are concerned, arrangement is a form of composition. In other words, Fang Zhao took part in the writing of the song."
"No wonder he's a genius who got into the Twelve Tones program. He's on a completely different level."
The more people discussed Fang Zhao, the more folks studied the end credits. Some of them scrutinized the list word by word. Thus, their attention was drawn to the list of musicians who had taken part in the recording of the final song.
"The world's top three orchestras, Huangzhou Nightfall, Hongmenlan, and Saint Byron were all involved!"
"I knew it! Sheng Yong from Saint Byron nailed his solo!"
"My absolute favorite TLB also took part! No wonder the performance in the middle of the song sounded familiar."
"I took a close look at the list of parties who participated in the recording. Besides the world's top three orchestras, the others are all masters or critically acclaimed ensembles. They represent a wide range of styles. It's hard to believe that someone was actually able to incorporate them all into one song." 
In that context, lined up alongside a host of world-class masters, Fang Zhao paled in comparison. But the criticism was muted by the fact that Fang Zhao had been admitted to the Twelve Tones program.
Yet while professionals and non-professionals alike touted their beloved orchestras, bands, and masters that had taken part in the recording, a lone comment quickly became the focus of attention over a short period of time.
"Such a show-off, Granddaddy Mo! I can't handle such a sophisticated piece! This is the kind of material that will become my dissertation topic or appear in my final exam! I wanna cry my eyes out!"
After worshipping this magnificent piece, breaking down how technically difficult it was and admiring the all-star lineup that recorded the song, students from various music academies became paralyzed with fear.
A single thought lingered in their heads after reading the comment: Sh*t. This is definitely going to show up on an exam!


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

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There was a time when storybooks were the only means of entertainment for children. A decade or two ago, kids spent their time reading stories and role playing their favourite characters from the stories. However, times have changed now – in the age of the internet, kids spend most of their time playing games on smartphones or watching cartoons or videos on YouTube.

But if you want your kids to take a break from screens and experience your childhood, you can read short stories to them. By narrating stories to your kids, you will impart wisdom to them and also spend much-needed quality time with them. We have a collection of some popular short stories with moral values that you can read to your kids.

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Also Read: Short Stories of Mahabharata for Kids with Moral Lessons

Video: Short Moral Stories for Kids – Part 1

Fun and Entertaining Short Moral Stories for Your Children

If you want to imbibe good habits in your kids from early on and watch them grow up to become good individuals, read moral stories to them. Here are 20 children's stories with moral values that you can read to your kids!

1. The Lion and the Mouse

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A lion was once sleeping in the jungle when a mouse started running up and down his body just for fun. This disturbed the lion's sleep, and he woke up quite angry. He was about to eat the mouse when the mouse desperately requested the lion to set him free. "I promise you, I will be of great help to you someday if you save me." The lion laughed at the mouse's confidence and let him go.

One day, a few hunters came into the forest and took the lion with them. They tied him up against a tree. The lion was struggling to get out and started to whimper. Soon, the mouse walked past and noticed the lion in trouble. Quickly, he ran and gnawed on the ropes to set the lion free. Both of them sped off into the jungle.

Moral of the Story

A small act of kindness can go a long way.

Also Read: Childhood Stories of Lord Krishna for Kids

2. Count Wisely

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One day, king Akbar asked a question in his court that left everyone in the courtroom puzzled. As they all tried to figure out the answer, Birbal walked in and asked what the matter was. They repeated the question to him.

The question was, "How many crows are there in the city?"

Birbal immediately smiled and went up to Akbar. He announced the answer; he said there were twenty-one thousand, five hundred and twenty-three crows in the city. When asked how he knew the answer, Birbal replied, "Ask your men to count the number of crows. If there are more, then the relatives of the crows must be visiting them from nearby cities. If there are fewer, then the crows from our city must be visiting their relatives who live outside the city." Pleased with the answer, Akbar presented Birbal with a ruby and pearl chain.

Moral of the Story

Having an explanation for your answer is just as important as having an answer.

Also Read: Fascinating Ramayana Stories for Children

3. The Boy Who Cried Wolf

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In a village, lived a carefree boy with his father. The boy's father told him that he was old enough to watch over the sheep while they graze in the fields. Every day, he had to take the sheep to the grassy fields and watch them as they graze. However, the boy was unhappy and didn't want to take the sheep to the fields. He wanted to run and play, not watch the boring sheep graze in the field. So, he decided to have some fun. He cried, "Wolf! Wolf!" until the entire village came running with stones to chase away the wolf before it could eat any of the sheep. When the villagers saw that there was no wolf, they left muttering under their breath about how the boy had wasted their time. The next day, the boy cried once more, "Wolf! Wolf!" and, again, the villagers rushed there to chase the wolf away.

The boy laughed at the fright he had caused. This time, the villagers left angrily. The third day, as the boy went up the small hill, he suddenly saw a wolf attacking his sheep. He cried as hard as he could, "Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!", but not a single villager came to help him. The villagers thought that he was trying to fool them again and did not come to rescue him or his sheep. The little boy lost many sheep that day, all because of his foolishness.

Moral of the Story

It is difficult to trust people who lie, so it's important to always be truthful.

4. The Fox and the Stork

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One day, a selfish fox invited a stork for dinner. Stork was very happy with the invitation – she reached the fox's home on time and knocked at the door with her long beak. The fox took her to the dinner table and served some soup in shallow bowls for both of them. As the bowl was too shallow for the stork, she couldn't have soup at all. But, the fox licked up his soup quickly.

The stork was angry and upset, but she didn't show her anger and behaved politely. To teach a lesson to the fox, she then invited him for dinner the next day. She too served soup, but this time the soup was served in two tall narrow vases. The stork devoured the soup from her vase, but the fox couldn't drink any of it because of his narrow neck. The fox realised his mistake and went home famished.

Moral of the Story

A selfish act backfires sooner or later!

Also Read: Indian Mythological Stories for Kids

5. The Golden Touch

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Once there lived a greedy man in a small town. He was very rich, and he loved gold and all things fancy. But he loved his daughter more than anything. One day, he chanced upon a fairy. The fairy's hair was caught in a few tree branches. He helped her out, but as his greediness took over, he realised that he had an opportunity to become richer by asking for a wish in return (by helping her out). The fairy granted him a wish. He said, "All that I touch should turn to gold." And his wish was granted by the grateful fairy.

The greedy man rushed home to tell his wife and daughter about his wish, all the while touching stones and pebbles and watching them convert into gold. Once he got home, his daughter rushed to greet him. As soon as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms, she turned into a gold statue. He was devastated and started crying and trying to bring his daughter back to life. He realised his folly and spent the rest of his days searching for the fairy to take away his wish.

Moral of the Story

Greed will always lead to downfall.

6. The Milkmaid and Her Pail

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Patty, a milkmaid milked her cow and had two full pails of fresh, creamy milk. She put both pails of milk on a stick and set off to the market to sell the milk. As she took steps towards the market, her thoughts took steps towards wealth. On her way, she kept thinking about the money she would make from selling the milk. Then she thought about what she would do with that money.

She was talking to herself and said, "Once I get the money, I'll buy a chicken. The chicken will lay eggs and I will get more chickens. They'll all lay eggs, and I will sell them for more money. Then, I'll buy the house on the hill and everyone will envy me." She was very happy that soon she would be very rich. With these happy thoughts, she marched ahead. But suddenly, she tripped and fell. Both the pails of the milk fell and all her dreams were shattered. The milk spilt onto the ground, and all Patty could do was cry. "No more dream," she cried foolishly!

Moral of the Story

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.

Also Read: Popular Fairy Tale Stories for Kids

7. When Adversity Knocks

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This is a story that explains how adversity is met differently by different people. There was a girl named Asha who lived with her mother and father in a village. One day, her father assigned her a simple task. He took three vessels filled with boiling water. He placed an egg in one vessel, a potato in the second vessel, and some tea leaves in the third vessel. He asked Asha to keep an eye on the vessels for about ten to fifteen minutes while the three ingredients in three separate vessels boiled. After the said time, he asked Asha to peel the potato and egg, and strain the tea leaves. Asha was left puzzled – she understood her father was trying to explain her something, but she didn't know what it was.

Her father explained, "All three items were put in the same circumstances. See how they've responded differently." He said that the potato turned soft, the egg turned hard, and the tea leaves changed the colour and taste of the water. He further said, "We are all like one of these items. When adversity calls, we respond exactly the way they do. Now, are you a potato, an egg, or tea leaves?"

Moral of the Story

We can choose how to respond to a difficult situation.

8. The Proud Rose

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful rose plant in a garden. One rose flower on the plant was proud of its beauty. However, it was disappointed that it was growing next to an ugly cactus. Every day, the rose would insult the cactus about its looks, but the cactus stayed quiet. All the other plants in the garden tried to stop the rose from bullying the cactus, but the rose was too swayed by its own beauty to listen to anyone.

One summer, a well in the garden dried up and there was no water for the plants. The rose slowly began to wilt. The rose saw a sparrow dip its beak into the cactus for some water. The rose then felt ashamed for having made fun of the cactus all this time. But because it was in need of water, it went to ask the cactus if it could have some water. The kind cactus agreed, and they both got through summer as friends.

Moral of the Story

Never judge someone by the way they look.

Also Read: Bible Stories for Children

9. The Tale of the Pencil

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A boy named Raj was upset because he had done poorly in his English test. He was sitting in his room when his grandmother came and comforted him. His grandmother sat beside him and gave him a pencil. Raj looked at his grandma puzzled, and said he didn't deserve a pencil after his performance in the test.

His grandma explained, "You can learn many things from this pencil because it is just like you. It experiences a painful sharpening, just the way you have experienced the pain of not doing well on your test. However, it will help you be a better student. Just as all the good that comes from the pencil is from within itself, you will also find the strength to overcome this hurdle. And finally, just as this pencil will make its mark on any surface, you too shall leave your mark on anything you choose to." Raj was immediately consoled and promised himself that he would do better.

Moral of the Story

We all have the strength to be who we wish to be.

10. The Crystal Ball

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Nasir, a small boy, found a crystal ball behind the banyan tree of his garden. The tree told him that it would grant him a wish. He was very happy and he thought hard, but unfortunately, he could not come up with anything he wanted. So, he kept the crystal ball in his bag and waited until he could decide on his wish.

Days went by without him making a wish but his best friend saw him looking at the crystal ball. He stole it from Nasir and showed it to everyone in the village. They all asked for palaces and riches and lots of gold, but could not make more than one wish. In the end, everyone was angry because no one could have everything they wanted. They became very unhappy and decided to ask Nasir for help. Nasir wished that everything would go back to how it was once – before the villagers had tried to satisfy their greed. The palaces and gold vanished and the villagers once again became happy and content.

Moral of the Story

Money and wealth do not always bring happiness.

11. A Bundle of Sticks

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Once upon a time, three neighbours living in a village were having trouble with their crops. Each of the neighbours had one field, but the crops on their fields were infested with pests and were wilting. Every day, they would come up with different ideas to help their crops. The first one tried using a scarecrow in his field, the second used pesticides, and the third built a fence on his field, all to no avail.

One day, the village head came by and called the three farmers. He gave them each a stick and asked them to break it. The farmers could break them easily. He then gave them a bundle of three sticks, and again, asked them to break it. This time, the farmers struggled to break the sticks. The village head said, "Together, you are stronger and work better than you do it alone." The farmers understood what the village head was saying. They pooled in their resources and got rid of the pests from their fields.

Moral of the Story

There is strength in unity.

These Great Stories Are not written by me I just happened to remember them from childhood so I think why not post them.
 
English is not my mother language so sorry for mistakes

Short Inspirational stories are powerful reads;

The great thing about them is that they’re so easy to digest, and there’s always a moral at the end of the story.

Whether they’re true stories or not is another thing, as many of them are legends supposedly hundreds of years old.

However, the stories that I’m talking about are so powerful and inspirational that many of them really do get you thinking and even leave you speechless at times.

[Arrogant transcendent, what bullshit...!]

At the beginning of the showdown, Yoo Jonghyuk moved.

The scorn of the constellations and the overwhelming disadvantage in power weren't important to the present Yoo Jonghyuk. From the moment he entered the third round, he had been focused on only killing the enemies in front of him.

An aura spread from Yoo Jonghyuk and some of the great-grade constellations in front murmured to themselves. However, most of the constellations still looked down on Yoo Jonghyuk.

No matter how transcendent, he was just a human. The constellations had no reason to lose in a situation where they had an overwhelming advantage in numbers.

This became the last thought of the General of Vanara.

[The exclusive skill 'Giant Body Transformation Lv. 6 is activated!]

Giant Body Transformation was used and Yoo Jonghyuk narrowed the distance to the constellations in an instant. Yoo Jonghyuk shot forward like a meteor.

By the time the General of Vanara realized the sword and hurriedly raised his huge double-edged sword, his head was already cut by the Black Demon Sword and flying through the air.

[You dare...!]

The General of Vanara's eyes widened and he spoke in his true voice, even with his cut neck.
Yoo Jonghyuk cut the flying head in half using the Black Demon Sword.
It was a ridiculous end.

The excessively concentrated magic power was melting Yoo Jonghyuk's blood. It was the result of invoking transcendence stage three to the limit. The maximum time he could stay in this state was 10 minutes. In these 10 minutes, Yoo Jonghyuk had to defeat everyone.

"Next."

The death of the General of Vanara was a great shock to the constellations. The constellations didn't disappear with the death of their incarnation bodies.

However, there was no one who wanted to lose their incarnation body in vain. A fatal death permanently damaged the constellations. All the constellations became stiff.

Yoo Jonghyuk utilized this short gap to attempt a second attack. The Black Demon Sword left a dark trajectory as it moved and cut off the wings of a giant bird. The Thunder Eating Bird let out a loud cry. Then the constellations started to move.

[You!]

The Founder of Humanity's Primitive Spear aimed at Yoo Jonghyuk. It was a blow that would've turned any normal incarnation to powder.

However, Yoo Jonghyuk received this blow. The impact ruptured his right forearm muscle and the force pushed at his entire body. Blood poured from his mouth but Yoo Jonghyuk didn't lose focus.

[Excessive concentration has expanded the category of the attributes!]

[The exclusive attribute 'Ruler of Amusement' is activated!]

His concentration awakened the power of the character. All the incoming constellations became data and flowed into Yoo Jonghyuk's mind. At this moment, the world was a game to Yoo Jonghyuk. Yoo Jonghyuk avoided the attacks of the constellations with restrained movements and fought back using magic power.

[Kuaaack!]

The Founder of Humanity screamed as his fingers were cut by the Black Demon Sword.
Yoo Jonghyuk's Black Demon Sword let out a deafening roar as it dug into the gap.

Breaking the Sky Swordsmanship.
Destruction skill.
Breaking the Sky Meteor.

The sword rose from the ground to the heavens, stabbing the sky like a thunderbolt. The branches of the sword energy hide in the dark clouds and created thunder. The thunder poured from the night sky and struck the constellations like meteorites.

Dozens of thunderbolts fell from the sky and the incarnation bodies of the constellations were pierced. It was a blow containing the power of transcendence stage three.

[Kuaaah!]

Yoo Jonghyuk watched the constellations struggling with the pain and felt himself dying. The experiences of the third round went through his mind.

It was a short round. Even so, many things happened.

[The story 'One who Inherited the Name of the King' is crying out.]

As if responding to his feelings, the stories starting speaking. It was as if every story had its own will. Most of them weren't stories he had accumulated alone.

[The story 'Person who Opposes the Miracle' has begun.]

A story about returnees.

[The story 'Paradise of Despair' has begun.]

A story earned by preserving the abandoned paradise.

[The story 'One who Fought Against an Outer God' has begun.]

The story where he confronted the outer god.

[The story 'Ruler of the Industrial Complex' has begun.]

It was a story that he would've normally never achieved. It was a story that was unrelated to the current situation but it was a story related to someone else. It was a story that could never be achieved alone.

The stories started talking at the same time. It was as if they didn't want to finish the story here. Along with the bitter pain, blood poured from Yoo Jonghyuk's chest. He didn't even know how he obtained these wounds.

There were a few fallen incarnation bodies on the ground. The Supreme God of Light Surya saw it and spoke.

[Amazing. You already can't be called a human anymore, child.]

Yoo Jonghyuk's stories emitted a bright light like he was rebelling against the true voice.

[The story 'One Who Hunted the King of Disasters' is roaring.]

Yoo Jonghyuk was a transcendent. The stories were the unique parts making up the constellations. Just having stories didn't mean a person could be equal to the stars in the night sky. Even so, the current light pouring from Yoo Jonghyuk's body was brighter than any constellation in the place.

Yoo Jonghyuk looked at the stories flowing from his body. Some were known and some were unfamiliar. There was a story that couldn't be obtained again.

[The story 'Life and Death Colleagues' wants to continue.]

He couldn't help glancing at Yoo Sangah and the other party members. He also saw Kim Dokja on Lee Hyunsung's back.

Yoo Jonghyuk gripped the Black Demon Sword that was slipping from his hands.

...He couldn't die. He couldn't die in a place like this. He used the last of his strength to point the trembling sword at Surya. Surya laughed as if the sight was interesting.

[However, it is only a human story.]

Surya released a bright light as he used the stories he accumulated over thousands of years. It was a status that couldn't be resisted. Yoo Jonghyuk's short history was shaking in front of those formidable years.

[Foolish humans who don't know that a god's power is so high.]

The sunlight that melted everything poured towards Yoo Jonghyuk.

***

The scene of the industrial complex being destroyed by the constellations. Incarnations died without being able to rebel. Some people who felt desperate at the sudden disaster appeared up close on the screen. The most horrifying thing was that a man who was covered in injuries and lost one arm was still fighting.

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is furious!]

[The constellation 'Queen of the Darkest Spring' is sorry for the incarnation 'Yoo Jonghyuk'.]

[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is pointing a finger to the cowardly constellations!]

[Many constellations are complaining about the constellations on the battlefield!]

There were countless indirect messages from the constellations and the dokkaebi of the bureau were listening to them. Among them was Bihyung, the dokkaebi in charge of the Demon King Selection.

[What the hell do you mean by this?]

He was rarely angry or agitated but now he had the same mind as the constellations in his channel.

[The second game is the victory of the Yoo Jonghyuk - Kim Dokja Industrial Complex! There was a time difference but there is nothing to worry about. Then why not announce the winner?!]

Shortly after the second game, Bihyung contacted the bureau's approval team directly. However, the only answer he got in return was 'it is being prepared.'

In the end, the last connection Bihyung had was Baram, the next great dokkaebi candidate. There was a crackling sound and Baram's face appeared on the screen.

[This is the decision of the bureau.]

The decision of the bureau. They were magic words.

'This is the bureau's decision.' 

'This is the bureau's decision.'

[Baram. This is the main scenario.]

There were some things that even the bureau couldn't touch.

[Since when did the bureau interfere with the development of the main scenario? It is also a scenario where a giant story is involved... Baram, don't you know what will happen if you do this?]

Baram didn't answer.

[Please tell me. Who the hell did this? Is it one of your superiors?]

Bihyung glanced at Dokgak on the screen. It was clear that Dokgak was associated with this situation. However, this wasn't something that could be done by one or two senior dokkaebis. The silent Baram opened his mouth.

[...Are you doubting the 'great dokkaebis' right now?]

[Is there any other streamer who can do this beside them?]

[Bihyung, please wake up. Why would they do this?]

[I don't know. Perhaps some bribes were received.]

Baram frowned.

[The great dokkaebis aren't bound by such private understandings.]

[Then why is this happening? Baram, you must know something!]
[Bihyung.]

Bihyung instantly flinched. Baram's voice was furious. Bihyung thought there would be a strict scolding but unexpectedly, Baram just relaxed. It was as if he understood Bihyung. Baram on the screen was also watching the scenes of the Demon King Selection. Baram's lips slowly opened.

[Yes, maybe one of the great dokkaebis created this 'delay', as you said.]

[Then...]

[However, even a great dokkaebi can only do it up to there. It is impossible for a great dokkaebi to endure the storm that will be created from intervening in a scenario of this magnitude.]

[...So who did it?]

At this moment, there was a loud noise and the ceiling of the bureau shook. It sounded like a huge dragon passing by. It was the sound of 'probability' moving.

Bihyung's expression hardened.

[Don't tell me... something so ridiculous...]

[Do you understand now?]

The existence that could move this probability. There was only one such existence in the Star Stream. He didn't even know if it should be called an 'existence.'

Baram drove in the wedge. [The will of the Star Stream wanted this.]

[This is ridiculous!]

[There is no other way to explain it.]

Bihyung's words were taken away and he stared blankly at the screen. Kim Dokja's party was shown on the screen.

Originally, they should be excited about winning. Now they looked terrible as they lay on the ground.

It was a confrontation with constellations supported by the nebula. It was a ridiculous fight from the beginning but the party fought well. They played a game against powerful constellations and finally won the competition that gave them a giant story. Now they were going to be losers just because there wasn't a 'winner announcement.'

It was just because the Star Stream wanted this. Resentment mixed with anger filled Bihyung's eyes.

[Then... why does a streamer exist?]

It was the first time Bihyung felt helplessness since becoming a dokkaebi. His fingertips trembled as the parts of the scenario he touched fell.

[If we can't stop this nonsensical development... what are the streamers of this world worth?]

[Bihyung.]

Baram saw Bihyung's sad eyes and slowly spoke.

[Steamers are also part of the story.]

The desperate Bihyung stared at the screen. Yoo Jonghyuk was gradually melting in the dazzling sunlight. Now the story was leaving the streamer's hand.

Thus, there was only one thing to believe in.

[Many constellations are looking at one constellation.]

The man on Lee Hyunsung's back was shaking. On the screen, the man was slowly opening his eyes.

TL: Rainbow Turtle

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A certain airhead detective itches to know the mysterious Phantom- a criminal who has killed tons of people. Now, digging more to the case, he found things he didn't expect to see. How would he deal with it if his girlfriend's involved?

The first time my grandmother told me of our family's tradition took place over a phone call half way across the world, both of us by the windows in our own room where we both watched the blossoms of life. The phone call was happening on two different days. One was the night of a Saturday, while the other was the morning of a Sunday. It began shortly after our respected meal. The topic was Traditions. It was told from the experience of my grandmother.
     There was no requirement to hear this story. You don't have to send in money, nor see the other person. You were however expected to pose your own questions. You were also required to perform some verbal tasks now and then, such as asking how the story teller is feeling or asking if she need to rest.
       There was no format to the stories told, yet many points were made, including school, birthdays, love, family, aging, work, forgiveness, and, finally, life. The last topic was short, only a few sentences.
          At the end of the stories we shared a moment of silence together.
        Although the story-teller was tired, she expected me to produce one long essay on what was told. This essay was the final product.
        The stories of the story-teller had a lot of people in it but only one kid had heard and connected all the story-teller's stories.
        I am the kid.
 It is the winter of 2010, a cold and freezing Monday morning. A group of people stood together in the corner of Taiwan's international airport. We stood here saying our goodbyes and I shed a few tears expecting never to come back again. When the farewells are over we stood there in silence. For me and my brother, the wheels of fate has just began to spin faster and faster.
        As I stood there, I looked toward my grandmother, the one who've spent almost the past 10 years taking care of me ever so often. She is a small lady who walks as if she wasn't yet 80, in fact I was pretty sure she could even run if she wanted to. In her dress, she looks as if she hasn't aged a day past 20, carrying herself with the confidence that many couldn't even muster up at that age. When she smiles it's almost as if she was looking at the most precious thing in her whole life.
        My grandmother told me to be careful out there. Embarrassed I looked toward the sky. Before we leave, I gave my grandmother and aunt a small gift that I had bought at the bookstore. It wasn't much considering that I was barely ten then. I hoped with this gift that my grandmother and aunt won't forget me so easily.
        Then they hugged me. I feel them wrap their arms around me and told me again to be careful out there. They asked me to keep in touch, and without any pause I say, "Of course."
        When I turned around I know I had tears streaming down my face.

This is the story of a boy and his grandmother. They talk about life, death, and anything in between.

7:00 A.M
'Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!'
The alarm clock went off, and Levi quickly rose to his feet.
.
Levi was a fireman in training.
He had arrived at Baymard during July, alongside those other slaves and knights that came from Nopline's Carona camps.
And so far, he was truly like his time here!
.
How could he not?
2 years ago, he and his entire family had been thrown into that never ending nightmare of slavery.
He was just 13 at the time.
Their parents were killed while trying to protect them.
And he, along with his 7 year old brother, his 10 year old sister, and his 16 year old sister... had been taken forcefully by Nopline's men.
.
While in captivity, he had prayed to the goddess Serena for his and his family's rescue....  and finally, she had heard his cries.
Yes, as a person from Deiferus.... Goddess Serena was the one who created the stars, the moon, the land, and life itself.
Hence he worshipped and prayed steadfastly to her.
.
For the past 2 years, not a day would go by without him praying to her.
And now, he and his family were free.
It was just too unfortunate, that his youngest sister had died just 3 months after entering those underground sex camps.
He felt pain and anger, as his older sister retold what she went through.
It took him an entire month to finally let go of his pain.....  with the help of the church here.
.
At first, he didn't go to church, as he knew that he didn't believe in Arcadina's ancestors.
But when he finally did, he was so shocked at how healing the experience was.
In a way, it was like therapy.
.
The church rarely even mentioned the ancestors, but mostly gave parables, and moral stories... that gave the people a sense of justice, love, freedom and purpose.
It spoke of the heavens, which everyone could relate to, as well as someplace called HELL where all bad people go to.
And more importantly, it never really focused on which God or belief was better.
So everyone felt like they could relate with the church.
.
The stories from the Baymardian bible here, were so touching that even he had secretly cried once in church.
This whole experience gave him time to heal his heart..... and hope that his younger sister and his parents had indeed gone to heaven.
Now, his heart was at peace, and he had thoroughly accepted Baymard as his new home.
.
Who wouldn't?
The food, the people, the pay, the work... in short, everything was a dream come true to peasants and people who used to be slaves.
.
In his heart, he would always say a short prayer for Landon.
He couldn't give diamonds and gold to him.... but he could give his solemn prayer and loyalty to the king.
'May you remain blessed and live long, My king'
'_'
.
'Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!'
"Bro, wake up!
You're going to be late!"
As the first to usually wake up, his new found friends had always tasked him with waking them up as well.
Because very quickly, they had realised that even when their alarm clocks rang.... they would always end up snoozing it for another 5 minutes or so.
Oh, trust them.
They had gone very late to class because of that damn snooze option.
So now, Levi was their new alarm clock.
.
"Hmm?..... I'm up.... I'm up!" Said several whispery voices.
Levi didn't stop banging their rooms until they opened up.
Every one soon cleaned up and headed towards the cafeteria.
Breakfast was from 7:30 to 8:45 A.M.
So if they missed it.... that was it!
They would have to buy wrapped up food and snacks like sandwiches and cupcakes.... from all the small cafeterias within the non-residential buildings.
.
"Bro... what's your schedule like today?" Asked Dex.
"I have classes till 3:30 P.M.... and after that, I have a 6 hour shift at the Alchemy industry." Levi replied while eating his bowl of ice cream.
Don't judge him!
He loved it too much, and they happened to have several flavors of them here at the residential meal hall.
(*Levi: all of you are just haters... Hmmp!!)
.
"Me too!... I have classes now, and an overnight shift later."
"Nope!... not for me, I just have classes today."
"_"
After eating, they quickly hurried along to their classes.
Levi looked at his watch and sighed from relief.
He had made it on time for his first class.
Confined Space Rescue 2!!
 .
Confined space rescues had 2 classes: The first class taught theory... and the second one (this one), was for practicals.
Very quickly, he wore his red and yellow-striped safety wear.... as well as his helmet, safety goggles, and gloves, and quickly joined the gathering crowd before him.
.
"Today, you'll be saving 2 workers who are trapped within a confined space.
Specifically, the workers were working on some sewage pipes underground.... and an accident occurred.
There was a gas leakage....  and Hydrogen Sulfide from the decaying sewage, quickly knocked those workers out.
As you all know from your other classes.... low concentrations of Hydrogen Sulfide aren't particularly harmful to humans. 
But if the concentration this too high... who can tell me what would happen?" The lecturer asked.
.
Instantly, several hands were raised up at once.
"Yes... Vivian!"
"Sir, if the Hydrogen Sulphide concentration were too high.... then it will displace oxygen in the air.
And from that, the victim could have vision problems, respiratory paralysis, black out, nauseate, seizures, tremors... and most of all, they would struggle to breathe and later die.
Without oxygen around, we humans cannot survive sir."
"Correct!!
Good!... it looks like you all are indeed paying attention during your other lessons.
So, how fast can high concentrations kill its victims?...
Yes... claire!"
"Sir, within 1 to 4 hours of exposure."
"Hmhm..... and who can tell me what code name alert is reported to us when there is a high concentration of Hydrogen sulfide gas?" The lecturer asked.
Again, several hands were raised up at once.
.
Code names were a must in all institutions.
Even the hospitals had them.
Code red was for fires and explosions, code white is for evacuation, yellow for hazardous spills, silver for an active shooter and so on.
It typically aided the workers in identifying whether there was a terrorist, severe weather or something.
.
"Yes Levi!!"
"Sir, for high concentrations of Hydrogen Sulfide... that will be Code G-HS3.
G for 'Gases'....  HS for Hydrogen Sulfide, and 3 for it's toxicity level."
"__"
The lecturer asked several other questions, and once they were done..... he quickly placed them in groups of 8, and led them to the simulation building.
"Alright!... all teams should get suited up and ready to go when we call."
.
Presently, the students were all standing outside the massive simulation complex.
It was extremely wide, and was 4 stories tall as well.
Within this building, only 4 rooms on the first floor had chairs, couches or any furniture. For that matter.
In short, the building was just like a giant hamster playhouse.... with several tunnels, holes, pipes and so on.
All 4 stories were designed to aid in simulating real life experiences.
.
For example, one might have to drop down 4 stories tall from a burning building.
So within the complex, there was a massive empty region from the 4th to the 1st floor....where the students could jump off from, at each level, with their harnesses of course.
.
Of course for safety, several aces doors had been stationed within each stimulation course within the building.
This way, one could only come here with a lecturer and never alone... lest they fall 3 feet down without any safety gear on.
Anyway, today... they would be doing their simulation on the West wing of the 1st to 3rd floor.
.
This Wing had several massive 3 meter pipes that was connected to one another.... and extended all the way up to the 3rd floor.
Sometimes, the pipes would spiral in a loop... and other times, the pipes would be straight.
These pipes had different sizes as well.
.
Some were 2 meter pipes, others were 1 meter piles and so on.
And in addition to the pipes, there were several large tanks, drums and small shipping containers around as well.
In short, this whole room was for underground confinement space rescues.
.
The rescue simulation began, and several teams went forward one at a time.
And soon, it was Levi's turn too.
.
"Team 8, Your up!"


Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

  
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.
Author here, thank you all for tuning in..... english is my second language... so I promise to try my best.

P.S, please dont compare my Novel to others... not all world development novels have to have the same format.

The first was the freak quick.

Yes. The one when orange hair volleyball kid jumps with his eyes closed and the emo setter boy sets the ball to orange hair boy's hand.

It was impressive, but it seems like Akashi has already found the flaw to this technique.

The others, mainly the basketball geeks, were dumbfounded.

Well, they are basketball geeks after all.

Akatsuki studies the structure of their bodies.

---

Here are the ratings of Aomine:

Muscle Strength: 8/10

Muscle Power: 9/10, 10/10 on the legs.

Muscle Endurance: 9/10

Muscle Reaction: 8/10, during extreme concentration, can be 10/10

Knowledge: not high, 4/10

Lungs, or Cardiovascular Strain: 2/10, can raise to 3/10 if in extreme circumstances of a long term game. (This one is if it's 0, it means they have good oxygen intake. 10 means they are hyperventilating.

Muscle Memory: 10/10, deduced from the hands.

---

Kagami is similar, Kise is higher in knowledge, Midorima is lower in muscle power, Akashi is in the range of 9s and 10s, expected from Akakage's boyfriend.

Kuroko is... Sad.

The knowledge is 6/10, wait...

Everything's around 5s and 6s.

Only the Muscle Memory, Power, Strength and Endurance on the arms are 8/10.

Akatsuki find that suspicious.

His weak body gives off little presence than the others.

So is that how he...

Akatsuki can notice Kuroko because... Well... Assassins need to know their surroundings and have awareness of the people around.

Akakage started basketball as his first sport.

Wait. Scratch that. Akakage's first sport is knives, wires, swordsmanship and martial arts.

Then it's basketball.

Akatsuki's first sport is knives, martial arts and wires.

She is not a swords person.

Her second sport is volleyball.

Yeah. Right now Volleyball.

Akatsuki, being subbed on, turns into a creepiest mode ever.

The pressure released by Akatsuki in the form of bloodlust is the worst.

Akatsuki's body is made out of the same material as Akakage.

A crystal lifeform that can be possessed by a soul of a dead body as a host and gain the abilities the body has.

That's why she can't die.

That's why her abilities are so similar to Akakage's.

That's why, in this game, she feels a passion that she hadn't felt for a long time.

The feeling of competing, of winning something, of confidence, filling up her heart.

She turned that into bloodlust.

To win. To succeed. To fight to the end.

To keep the ball up for as long as possible on her side, and to make the ball fall to the ground as quick as possible for the opponents' side.

And so, she gave it her all.

The 'no-chance' chance ball, accurate receives to the setter, predictions of spikes and movements of players.

One step at a time.

All the way to success.

25:0.

Leaving no chance for the opposition to score.

"Akatsuki's different." Daichi says.

"Yeah." Nishinoya says.

"She's actually into this game." Sugawara says.

"Wow. That's rare." Tsukishima exclaims with sarcasm.

Akashi looks at the short girl with his complete Emperor Eye.

He can see the future.

Akatsuki will win.

Unlike when he faces Akakage, Akatsuki strictly follows every visual he sees, like she knows.

Like she is able to see the future, just like him.

But there's no way she has the Emperor Eye. Akashi thought.

"But she calculated the angles, movements, positions all by herself on the spot, Akashi-san. Quite amazing, am I right?" Akakage suddenly says, scaring the hell out of the GOM.

"Quite. You are still as unpredictable as ever, Akakage." Akashi plainly states. He has gotten used to unexpected things, for example Kuroko and Akakage.

"You're welcome."

As expected from Akashi's boyfriend. The GOM thought.

"Akatsuki is really good at calculating and planning. She basically crafts every step she takes to lower her energy level spent in each round to keep her stamina going, and also the angle and speed of the ball. That's why she is able to land-"

"BANG!"

Asahi spikes straight into Akatsuki's receiving position. The ball flew back to the opposite side court.

"Mine!" Nishinoya shouts and extends his arms and bends his knees to the receive position, except...

The ball hits Nishinoya's arms gently and drops, leaving a shocked Nishinoya.

"-A 'no-chance' chance ball. The receiving end has  0% chance of receiving the ball or keep the ball in the air."

"AMAZING!" Hinata jumps up and down, "HOW DID YOU DO THAT?"

"I... I thought I received the ball correctly." Nishinoya says.

"To be precise, the balls spinning speed slowed down as you are into the receiving position. that's why it became gentle when a millisecond ago it looks like it has raging force. Do you guys know now how powerful she is when she goes full on?" Akakage asks.

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I finally updated this story.
It's been a while. I mean, if you wanna check out my Wattpad account LindaShu9, there are lots of stories that I am updating that are Wattpad originals. Please see these stories if you want updates.
Thank you for your patience.
'til next Update!
Silence as Deduction/Sweet Silent Death

Bai XueYue (白雪月), bullied by a lot of classmates around her, had a will to suicide. During the middle of committing suicide, she was teleported to Trivia Sopra to become a member of the Sopra Family. Reason? Because of her skills in combat, weaponry, analytic mindset and memorisation. She knows nothing about this 'Sopra Family' until she met Akakage and got a body created by Trivia just for her. This body allows her to sharpen her strongest abilities.
She's now called Shiroyuki Akatsuki (白雪红月).
Her parents? Her mother is a busy woman, scheduled with business trips, bring her from Tokyo all the way to Miyagi Prefecture. Her father is a famous actor living currently in America. She started her High School life all across the place: From Shiratorizawa to Aoba Johsai and then to Karasuno.
By the time she came to Karasuno, she saw the miserable faces of the Karasuno boys' volleyball team. They have already lost a tournament. She wanted to help them.

What will she do?

I do not own every other character in Haikyuu!! except for Shiroyuki Akatsuki, Akakage Yukine and Trivia Sopra.

The language of this book may be for the age range of 13-18 since there will be some mature language such as swear words. You have been warned.

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