Three black werecat orphan brothers are trying their best to find a home when they are finally adopted. Everything goes great with their new family until tragedy strikes and they are left with an unexpected guardian.

This story is about an average high school boy with an average lifestyle who likes to read novels especially fantasy ones and was transferred to another world along with his classmates from his school.

As they were transferred our protagonist, John Kaiser, was the sole student among his classmates who were left behind, leaving him all alone in their classroom.

As he was wondering what happened to the others, he remembered one of the novels he had read. It was a story of a fantasy world, where a king of a human kingdom summons heroes from another world to save their world from the demon king, a typical Isekai (Another World)  fantasy novel.

Our protagonist, John Kaiser, started to contemplate and question 'why?' why was he the only one not summoned?

And as his questions go crazy, a light emerges from the place where he was sitting.

Is this the start of our protagonist's fantasy adventure as a hero? Or will he live the same life again as an average person even in another world?

An old man that has changed the world for the better, has been reincarnated or transmigrated to raise various people from around the multiverse!

This story has been moved to my account Oshimura

I've been a Wattpad Writer for a while now so this site/app will be kinda new to me for now. I want to see if I would stick with this platform to be comfortable enough to post more books here (Fanfiction or not).

Also




Spin-off One-Shot:

A intellectual being of a null void takes his precious time govern the happy lives of the Desires World he placed sad souls into. The now live a live of their dreams with never to no interruptions. However, this time there another lucky person that has come to play in this scenario, but he won't get the same treatment as these lucky men in these Desired existent worlds. Oh no, he gets another treatment where things just goes from one side to the spectrum to the other. In the end, he still gets rode on in whatever scenario he's put into.

Eating knowledge and power of various world, I will grow strong.
How strong, probably enough to KO Saitama in One Punch
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1st World - Harry Potter
2nd World - RE:Monster
3rd Word - Pending
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Just a idea that was in my brain for a while.
I don't have a routine, so it just when i feel like it so expect irregular updates.

After the last contender got whisked away by the sand, a rabbit in a suit took another bite out of a carrot as he clicked his cane. A plain polished wooden door appeared and opened before him, stepping into the door closed on itself and imploded into itself into nothing.
'Johansen' continued walking forward, clicking his cane as he entered a hallway. Tiled with polished marble, which was so polished that one would've mistaken it for a mirror, with no apparent light source as ambient light shone all around.
At the end of the hallway, Johansen entered what one could call a meeting room. The walls were of similar material as the hallway, while a large oval table at the centre of the room had a white orb hovering on top of it as various screens orbited around it. Sitting around the table were various entities sitting on top of thrones of different make and design, from imperialistic golden to simple ornamental wood.
"Your eminence." Johansen kneeled.
On top of an iron throne, a black silhouette waved Johansen off before focusing on various screens in front of him. Johansen bowed his head as he quietly faded away into nothing.
"Cyan, can you tell us how many are there going to be?" On a marble throne, a man clad in full-body white armour spoke up in a refined tone of a king. He had the frame of a lightweight fighter with an imperialistic air permeating from him.
Cyan pushed the screens onto the table, arranging themselves until they perfectly encapsulated the white orb.
"As per our agreement, each of the 5 regions will have 50 'Otherworlders', except for the Adrar region who will have 49."
"I am still against that we are using them." A stout man wearing a loose, simple robe grumbled as he crossed his arms. He sat on top of a silver throne that made with no extravagant design compared to the others, complementing his attire.
"Then why take part." Cyan shot back in a nonchalant tone.
"So I can make sure you don't make a mess out of this." He glared back in response as a blood vessel contracted on his forehead.
"Take your fight outside both of you." On a throne made of wood with various vines and seedlings growing, a veiled woman wearing a flowing a snow-white flowing dress spoke as she eyed the screens. "Though on another note, we should have chosen the best of them instead of carrying this senseless game with them."
"It is so we can choose the ones worth keeping." On another wooden throne that's detailed ornately, a person with the combined features of a wolf and a lady in a brown tunic spoke out as she watched the screens intently with piercing golden eyes. "For the lack of a better word, we can learn their weaknesses and strengths, who to control and who to remove." Beside the woman on top of a similar throne, a man wearing a hunter's garb spoke up, watching with calm silver eyes.


"Anyway, it has already started." A hooded man spoke up on top of a simple wooden chair.
"All of your concerns are all valid, which is why I would like to remind everyone about the deal to carry this out," Cyan spoke as he produced a small rhombus-shaped crystal. It was black as obsidian, and it shifted in a way that it looks like it was going into itself and outwards at the same time. The room fell silent immediately, and every occupant eyed the gem-like they were looking at it as an indescribable treasure, something that is both revered and cursed. A wide ear to ear smile formed on Cyan's face as he clenched his hand. The crystal went like a dream forgotten.
Pulling their gazes away, every one of them quietly watched the screens as each player was going about on Gedrephine. Cyan watched everyone before he eyed a man beside a small stream.
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"Gah! Sonova..!" Martin winced in pain as he sucked on his thumb. For the past few hours, he was repeatedly beating a flat shard of rock with another. This had been the 5th time he hit his hand. After reminiscing on his bruise, Martin went back to the shard, rubbing its edge against a rough boulder while sprinkling water on it occasionally.
'I swear if this one breaks..' He grumbled. Lying on the surrounding floor were various shards of rocks, some broken into smaller pieces, chipped or were too small to use practically.
[Boss, You Can Do IT! (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞╰(*°▽°*)╯☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)] A voice cheered in his head. 'Please don't...'
[Just keep on grinding! (≧ロ≦)]. It cheered as a faint air horn and cheering echoed in his head.
'Ok, now you are doing it on purpose.' Martin glared at the bracelet as he turned the shard to the other side.
[It's only inappropriate if you think it is.]
'.... Shut up.'
[It's only inappropriate if u think it is.[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
'You are as useless as the frog in that old star fox game.'
[(l'o'l), a poor worker blames his tools.] It huffed. Martin, frustrated, glared at the bracelet on his wrist. "You have no right to complain."
"I'm out here for the past hour trying to make a knife while you've been here talking in my head!"
[Well, I showed you how to do it.] It grumbled as a muffled memory of a video showing how to make one popped up in his head. "Yeah, then what's with that status screen!"
[It is an accurate description of what the boss is right now.]
"Oh, really. STATUS!" Immediately a black game screen that looked like it came out of an old arcade machine popped up in front of him.
Name: Martin Angel
Race: Otherworld human
Title: OTHERWORLD CANDIDATE
Skills: Basic Foraging, Basic Crafting, Resilient body
Trait: Whining baby
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Missions: Survive
"Hey! That trait wasn't there before!"
[Looks accurate to me.] Martin grumbled as he continued sharpening the shard. After sharpening and testing it on a small branch, Martin, satisfied, went into the forest, grabbing and cutting wild grass on his way back home. More accurately, the crater he had made.
With the 2 handfuls of grass, he separated the already stiff old ones and the younger malleable ones left the younger grass in the crater under the sun. 'Hey, can you remind me to come back after 30 mins?'
[Hmm. What's the majic word?]
'Please?'
[Sure. So what are you doing?]
'I'm making rope out of the grass.' 
[Ooh. Then you're getting more?] He nodded as he arranged the old grass under a rock at a tree, making sure that they won't blow away into the wind. 'Is he telling the truth?' Martin thought as he went back into the forest. 'About going back to my world, I mean.'
[...Yes, but not to your old life. Sorry.] Martin sighed dejectedly as he thought about his family. How devastated both his parents and his grandparents would be and how his younger sister is coping with everything. All of it weighing down on his shoulders and his heart as he fought back tears.
[I am here to talk if you want to.]
'No, it's fine.' he quickly wiped away at his eyes as he went deeper in. 'Sorry about just now.'
[It's fine, boss. (^_^)]

When the stars fall, it has already begun 
When Zenith opens, the seals will be undone
When there is wrong, there is right
When there is truth, there are lies
When change inevitably comes, don’t be afraid when all is done. 
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MC isn't the smartest, so do not expect him to make too many smart decisions.
The story is slow and wordy, so apologies in advance

Josep POV
A week has passed by since my last spar with teacher Gene. Apparently, I underestimate the complexity of old tongue language. The more I learn new words, the more complex it is. Because of this, I need around a whole week to almost master the language.
During this time, My mother asked me about my progress. As I already can't hide anything from her, I told her truthfully that I would almost master the language in a few hours which she found surprising and tested me a little bit.
After a few inquiries, she praised me as the most genius mage in history and thought about something for a while. Later, she told me to notify her if I complete the mastery over the language while she walks away at the deepest part of the library.
After a few hours or so, I finally completely mastered the old tongue language and saw my mother come back with an old looking book that gave off a powerful aura.
Trying to ignore the book's aura, I told her that I already master the language and asked her about the spell formula as I really want to use magic as fast as possible after knowing the usefulness of it in my spar with teacher Gene.
She orders me to take a seat and calm down my excitement. Then, she told me that she actually plans to expect me to master the old tongue language in months before teaching him about spell formula and how to construct the spell diagram from it. 
However, she decides to change the plan since I can master the language in a week.
At this moment, her expression became grave and told me that she will not teach him about spell magic and how to construct it. 
Before I can argue with her, she continues that she will teach me another kind of magic which is called ancient magic, the second most powerful magic type in this world. 
It really surprised me as my mother can use ancient magic. Then, she asked me to take an oath to never tell it to other people unless I found them worthy. Without another thought, I did immediately without any hesitation.
She explains the way to use ancient magic is different from this day's magic. That's why she does not teach me about the current spells. 
Normally, magic uses spell diagrams as base to contain mageforce as the main source of energy before the spell is activated. 
However, ancient magic is different. The user only needs to say the word of ancient language to take effect of the spells instantly. 
The downside is just to vocalize just one word, it needs a tremendous amount of mageforce with corresponding elements. 
To vocalize the word, the user also needs high comprehension over the word which only few people are capable of doing it. 
The difficulty just to understand a single word of an ancient word is a hundred times harder than mastering an old tongue language altogether. 
Most of the people cannot even comprehend one word completely and only get half of it. However, the spell itself is many times better than normal spells.
A legend said by completely mastering ancient language will make the user to access forbidden language.
The comprehension over ancient language also can significantly boost the power and effect of their ordinary magic. People with little comprehension of ancient word language can also easily learn or even copy other magic just by looking at it.
It's more like that ancient language is the correct guide over magic. Some people even said ancient and forbidden magic is a true way of using magic.
However, she also explains just to vocalize one word, it needs the same amount of mageforce to cast ten eight-star spells consecutively.
Even for my mother who hailed as a prodigy in her clan needed to rest for one week after vocalizing just one word of ancient language with little comprehension. The higher the comprehension also increases the consumption of mageforce.
Moreover, she can only use the word after getting a series of buffs and enchantments from various skill and magic items. 
After explaining basic knowledge of ancient languages, she gave me a thick book which gives a dangerous vibe. Apparently, the mysterious book is contained the ancient language.
It startled me to find that the book is entrusted by her clan to her as the protector of this secret knowledge.
She is chosen to become the protector as the only magician with the highest comprehension over the ancient language in the past of her clan history. 
This is also the reason that her clan is giving her so much freedom. The only problem is she also needs to take a vow to not let others know the existence of this book. She could only teach it to others if she finds it that they are worthy.
Even if my mother found it worthy, they still need to go through a special test. Since my mother already revealed such information to me, I guess I will also go through this special test.
Although, I am still too young for this ancient language knowledge. She still decides to take a gamble and put out her thrust on me.
She finds that my talent is already worthy enough to learn ancient languages. At this point, she still didn't tell me anything about the special test and only told me to just open the book.
Then, with some hesitation I slowly opened the old book that was covered with beast skin and using an unknown kind of paper. 
I see some gibberish words which I can't understand. However, as soon as I look all over the page with Greed technique in an active state, I am entering into a trance state while various of information come to my mind
This feeling is very otherworldly that cannot be described by word. It feels like I become unconscious but also still awake.
Few moments later after entering trance state, my mother woke me up worriedly. From her observation, my focus became blank after opening the book.
Then, she asked me if I could understand anything about the word. I explained to her that I can't read the word from this page but I also somehow could understand the whole page. Hearing my answer, she smiled brightly and hugged me.
Then, she explains that I have a huge talent to learn the ancient language. If I can't understand anything at all on this front page, it means I don't have talent in learning ancient languages. It will take an entire lifetime for me to learn this single page.
It is also normal that people could not read the word in the book. Because the word is written using some sort of ancient language magic to teach one word of ancient language.
Apparently, the test has already begun since I opened the book. If I somehow didn't understand anything about the first page. My mother will be forced to erase my memory about all of this ancient language thing.
Then, she told me to comprehend the book in a week. She said I will understand what to do after comprehending the whole book.
If I can't even gain a little comprehension in due time, then she will stop me learning ancient magic for the time being and teach him to do normal magic. As I could relearn it again in the future.
Even for my mother, it takes months just to get a little bit of understanding about the book. However, knowing my talent, she believes I could complete this task in a week. Spirited from her thrust, I started to read this book enthusiastically.

Septem, the most dangerous being on earth who has seven other personalities that depicted from 7 deadly sins myth. What if somehow this person and all his other personalities got reincarnated in sword and magic world while retain their memory. Will they reclaim as the most dangerous being again? Seek Septem on his adventure in sword and magic world with many possibilities.

[Tags]: R-18, Sword and Magic, Adventure, Reincarnation, Academy, Not hypocrite MC, Dark MC, Mature Content.

PS: I own the cover picture. It's made by Kim Noviana; IG: @kn.artistry

I couldn't wait for another 50 days. Instead of taking the necessary precaution, I began writing a name. I picked up a pencil and wrote,

'Harold Smith. 
Cause of Death: Car accident.
Details: After donating all his money to a suitable charity, he'll get hit by a truck. Seconds before he dies, he'll repeat the word killer 5 times.'

Harold Smith was a ruthless businessman. He didn't do anything wrong in life, yet I still wrote his name. After a while, he'd soon die of a heart attack. Obviously, I noted his name after checking his marital status. He wasn't married, which made me less conscious of who I was killing. 

I flipped the notebook to the next page, and tore it out. I tore the page in such a manner, that no one could find out that I had done so, on quick observations. I then proceeded to write another name. 

'Arata Watanabe. 
Cause of Death: Accident.
Details: After donating all his money to a suitable charity, he'll get hit by a truck. Seconds before he dies, he'll repeat the word killer 5 times.'

I altered the cause of death to avoid suspicion. For two famous businessmen to die during the same hour was already rare enough. 

For Arata, I mentioned his cause of death as an accident. I even mentioned that he would be killed by a truck. However, Arata could die through various ways. He could die while present in a car, he could die while walking on the road and he could possibly die due to a truck crashing into his house. Without a specific detail, how would the death note exhibit its magic? What action would the death note take? Was the death note biased in such a case to take a specific action? 

Questions popped into my mind to no end. I shrugged my head. After 10 minutes, I erased Arata's name and began to write another.

What if the 'Death Note' was given to someone other than Light? How would the incidents progress? Would there be havoc and chaos or peace and prosperity? Find out in an alternate story of the franchise 'Death Note'.


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Chapter 4. Essay competition (2)

On Friday, everyone in the school was more excited than usual. It wasn't just one class but the whole school was excited about the idea to leave early.

There were many students who had already made plans to go to karaoke or a movie with their friends. Several couples had also made plans to go on dates.

It was like nobody cared about the essay competition. It was just a trivial matter for them.

"It looks like winning would be easy."

Kei said to Ren while standing besides him.

"It looks like you have prepared hard for the contest."

"Yeah, I am reading and writing different types of essays for a week now."

Kei said looking a little proud of himself.

"Why are even giving this much value to a essay competition?"

"I told you right, I just wanted to give writing a chance."

"Do you really think you can win this competition?"

"I don't know. I will only know after the competition."

"Yeah, well good luck for the competition."

"Good luck to you too."

Kei said as he indulged himself in a book. It was a light novel to be exact.

Various people will think that Kei was being carefree, reading a light novel before the competition but only Ren knew that Kei had a habit of reading light novels whenever he is nervous.

Ren also didn't disturb him and started glancing around the classroom.

He noticed that most of the students had already decided what to write and some were discussing what to write with their friends.

They all had excited expressions not because of the essay competition but because they will be able to leave early today.

At that moment, the door opened and the teacher entered with a stack of papers.

The entire class fell silent seeing Shiki sensei entering the classroom. The essay competition was basically a test, requiring every homeroom teacher to oversee their respective classes.

"Take one and pass it to the person behind you. You may begin as soon as you receive your paper." 

Shiki sensei said as he passed the papers. Ren received the paper from the person in his front.

The paper was white and there were topics to choose between for the essay. There were various topics like friends, family, teachers, love, school, animals etc.

'What do I choose?'

Ren wasn't able to choose between the topics. He wasn't taking the essay competition seriously in the first place but he didn't knew what you write.

He glanced around at the classroom only to notice that excluding him, all the classmates were writing. Even Kei was writing something.

Some students were also whispering among themselves asking each other what they are going to write about. Shiki sensei didn't say anything to their behaviour.

He wasn't known for being strict in the first place, so he just let them do it.

Ren glanced around at his paper trying to find a topic he wanted to write about. As he was searching for a topic, he vision got struck on a topic at the very corner of the paper.

'Genius.'

It was a topic that didn't stand out much and Ren knew that many people will not write about this topic.

But Ren felt a connection to this word. It was a word that was stuck closely to his previous life.

Thinking about that word, Ren had a sudden impulse to write. It was a entirely different feeling. At first, he didn't take the competition seriously but now he just wanted to write.

It was a impulsive feeling to write but Ren didn't do anything about it. Before he knew it, he had a pen in his hand and his hands were writing something.

It's been quite a few days since he had came to this world but Ren hadn't write about anything. 

He knew that he had said that he will start his second life as a author if he got the chance but after coming to this world, Ren didn't have a impulse to write.

He didn't wanted to write anything half-assed only to fail again. He also wanted to take sometime to adjust to his new life.

Another reason was that he wanted to relax for sometime. In his previous life, he was continuously working, so he wanted to relax for a bit.

He also needed time to adjust to his new life. Due to these reasons, he hadn't wrote anything after coming to this world.

You could even say he hadn't found anything to write about yet but as soon as he saw the word 'Genius', the words immediately started coming out and before he knew it, he had already written on most of the paper.

"Time is up. Submit your paper quickly."

As he was writing, he heard Shiki sensei voice which woke him up from his writing trance. 

Ren glanced around the classroom and noticed that most of the students had already left the classroom. The classroom was empty and there were only four people including Shiki sensei.

First one was Ren, second was Kei and the third was a student sitting in the first bench of the first row.

Ren wasn't able to see his face as he was still writing.

"Didn't you three hear me? I said that time was finished."

Shiki sensei shouted again and this time finally everyone stopped writing.

Kei and the student sitting in the front row hastily gave their papers to Shiki sensei and after taking their paper, Shiki sensei looked towards Ren.

"Amano, your paper."

"Ha….here."

Ren stood up as he hastily gave his paper to Shiki sensei. He didn't wanted to submit his paper as he had not completed it but he had no choice as the time was finished.

As soon as Ren submitted his paper, Shiki sensei left the classroom with the same stack of papers he had entered the classroom with, the only difference was that this time the papers were filled with words.

"Did your essay went well?"

Kei asked him as he came close to him.

"I don't know how it went but I wrote with my heart."

"My essay also went well. I am just worried about it's ending. I don't have enough time to complete it."

"What did you write about?"

"Oh, I wrote about dreams."

Ren didn't remember about that topic but there were a lot of topics and he didn't remember all of them.

"You unexpectedly stayed till the end, huh."

"What do you mean?" Ren asked confusingly.

"I mean, I thought you will just write something half-assed and left like the other students and I will be the only one left till the end."

"Well, I just wrote what came to my mind and you know, there is another person who stayed till the end."

Ren said as he glanced at the other boy who stayed till the end.

"Ah, that's Minami Ryuu."

"You know about him."

Kei looked at Ren with a confused expression as he said.

"How can you not know about him when you are in the same class and he is also very popular."

"Popular? Is he famous."

"Famous? That word isn't enough to describe him. He is super famous. He is handsome, his grades are one of the top and he always excels at sports. He is one of the most famous student in the school."

"Really?"

Ren again glanced at Minami who was packing his bag and preparing to leave.

'I admit he's handsome.'

He was indeed handsome. With brown hair and a sharp and handsome face, he indeed looked fairly handsome. 

"I wonder why that person stayed till the end."

"Maybe, he's interesting in writing."

When Ren said that, Kei had a weird expression as he said.

"It could be that but he is always with his group of friends and there are also rumours about him dating various girls. That type of person would rather spend his time going to karaoke with his friends than writing."

"I wonder but it isn't our place to pay attention to. Let's go home."

"Yeah, do you want to come to my house to play the new dating sim."

"No, I have something to do today."

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you so soon, Acolyte~." Zyn said, "Come in, come in." Zyn said, noticing Ashlynn arrive to the Torture area of the Academy's prison.
"Ah.. Yes, Inquisitor!" Ashlynn stammered, Zyn's voice bringing her out of her stupor.
[Wait, when did I arrive here? Wait, why did I arrive here?! Uuugh, I can't even accidentally leave now, else I may die because Inquisitor Zyn is a bit of a sadist...]
"Ah, so now that you are here, I assume you wish to learn more about my.. Art~?" Zyn inquires, "Fortunately for you, I am just setting up another Torture subject for another Acolyte of your group.. I believe her name was Kory, yes~?"
"Ah.. Kory is going to do her task today? I thought the Overseer had assigned a week's worth of time before everyone was going to do their task.." Ashlynn murmurs, while entering the room fully, approaching the Table Zyn was working at.
"Ah, its a little lie the Overseers are told to proclaim to the Acolytes. Don't pay it too much mind~." Zyn explained dismissively, "Come, I'll show you how to correctly set up an~ interrogation.
Ashlynn joined in begrudgingly, and Zyn taught her how to correctly use various interrogation tools, alongside various chemicals and procedures required for prepping an interrogation. She got really into the lesson as well surprisingly. Zyn was very passionate of the subject, and knew all standard and illegal procedures, as well as the wide assortment of chemicals that made Ashlynn feel like going back to Chemistry class, by name. He was also very organized surprisingly, and had everything in a easy place to grab. This made things even easier for Ashlynn to learn as well.
Soon, Ashlynn was absorbed into the subject as well, absorbing all the information like a sponge and spent a large amount of her day prepping with Inquisitor Zyn. She started doing most of the work: fully securing the prisoner to interrogate, securing the IV drip into the prisoner's skin alongside resupplying the pack, etc.
Ashlynn got so absorbed, she hadn't noticed when Kory came in to accomplish her task. As Kory came in, she overheard Zyn complimenting Ashlynn, "Well done Acolyte Ashlynn, you are a natural at this~! In only a day, you have reached the level of a beginner in this art~. Well done!" Zyn happily complimented Ashlynn,
"Ash? You're here?!" Kory uttered as she turned the corner seeing Ashlynn just finishing refilling one of the various machines that littered the room.
Hearing Kory, Ashlynn jumps and turns around, "Uh.. Hi." she mutters sheepishly,
"I've been looking for you all DAY! And you've been HERE?!" Kory shouts frustratedly,
"Oh.. uh... Sorry..." Ashlynn mutters,
"Sorry?! That's ALL you can SAY?!" Kory shouts,
"Oh~ this should be interesting~." Zyn muttered from the sidelines, not wishing to interrupt the fun.
[Wait, what does she want me to say if not sorry? Fuck! Women are confusing.]
"Well.. I... Uh.. I should probably go..." Ashlynn mutters, edging towards the door,
"Wait, why were you EVEN here?! Your trial was yesterday, was it not? What in the hell were you doing here?!" Kory shouted yet again,
"I...I" Ashlynn stammered, before she closed her eyes to calm down, shutting out Kory's shouting, and then opened them while stating, "Shut up."
Hearing Ashlynn, Kory was flabbergasted, "Shut UP?! AFTER BEING YOUR ONLY FRIEND IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLACE?! YOU DARE TO TELL ME TO SHUT UP... SLAVE?!" Kory shouted from the top of her lungs, her irises flashing yellow and the dark side starting to take it's toll on her skin around her eyes.
"Excuse me? Slave?! Kory, how DARE you say that to me! After all I helped you with! Fine! Goodbye Kory." Ashlynn stated, anger peeping into her voice, and walked out of the room, headed to the Library.
Ashlynn angrily walked to the Library, muttering obscenities¹ in English as she went up the stairs past Acolytes. Upon arriving, she tried to go to studying the Sith Code and the MANY meanings to it. She wanted to look into the tattoo she had acquired ages ago, but found nothing of the sort in the plethora of books she had read regarding the subject, but there was still much more to look into. She opened the next book in her list, and started reading, but her thoughts kept on leading back to the fight with Kory, distracting her.
She tried for an hour to read, but gave up, moving to something more practical she had in mind. 
[Alright.. I should try to figure out a Lightsaber style to adhere to... Although I hate using my Warblade, it has most definitely been useful from time to time so I should learn how to properly use it.. But the problem is... All the Forms have distinct problems and counters! Obviously, Shii-Cho is the most taught and most basic of the Forms, but it is countered by Makashi! Uuugh, what to choose, what to choose!]
Ashlynn spent some time, organizing her thoughts, and then realized something.
[Wait! I'm an Inquisitor! Duh! I should focus on what I exactly need. Which narrows down the choices to Soresu, Makashi, and Shien. The rest such as Niman, and Ataru should be add-ons, as I should be using my Force Powers as my main source of attack. Shien I can also count out, as it is required to learn it due to the Empire's fights against the Republic. Which leads just Soresu and Makashi.. Soresu is super defensive.. While Makashi is accurate and difficult to learn... Hmm.. If I learned Soresu... Nah. I want to learn Makashi. Calm and elegant, as well being used primarily for duels, it would be perfect for the occasional Jedi attack from various missions in the story of SWTOR. Also.. Kory is good at Shii-Cho. It would be great to get some payback...]
With Ashlynn's mind made up, she went to the Lightsaber Combat section, and trained in Form 2: Makashi for the rest of the day, returning to the dorms around 9:30, and finding Kory on a single bed far away from where her and Ashlynn usually slept at.
[Fine, don't want to sleep near me anymore, fine! Wait, should I apologize? ... No. I wasn't in the wrong for learning. SHE called me a Slave, despite knowing exactly what that meant to me. SHE should apologize.]
Finished thinking, Ashlynn huffed in Kory's direction, who was talking to some of the other Acolytes around her, and took a bed away from Kory, and fell asleep.

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¹: I could write all the obscenities... but I don't like swearing in writing. It just feels less authentic I guess.. Use your imagination for the insults hurled at Kory. Of course, the less authentic doesn't count towards the F word as it is a Noun, Adjective, adverb, interjection, and a Verb. It could even be two of the aforementioned at the same time! (Take my word for the last one...)

A small group of friends decide to come back to Star Wars: The Old Republic and all make new characters... Only as they finish their character creation they are transported into the world of Star Wars! May the Force be with them.. This will follow the Inquisitor's story and be from her point of view. The Story will follow the class missions pretty linearly for a good while until I get more comfortable writing... I obviously don't own Star Wars: The Old Republic so all rights for Star Wars: The Old Republic goes to Bioware and their Overlord, Electronic Arts Inc.

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