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In my world about 50 years ago people began to awaken superpowers, abilities, or quirks. Whatever you want to call them. As you would expect the world went into a new era of superhero and supervillain. This also led to contact with other planets and galaxies, for the first time, who seemed to have a similar event happen to them at the same time, which meant more friends and enemies. The act of awakening happened to everyone at the age of 12, 100% of the population, with no exceptions. Due to this sudden change in daily life, the Shōri no akademī (Academy of victory) was created by an unknown Japanese man who had the ability of Architect, the power to create any object in your head as long as you had the materials. This, of course, was built in space.

This is where my story begins the year 2021, the year I turned 12.

"Hey, hun " inquisitively said my mom, "Do you hope your power can save the universe? " continued my mom. "No, I only want enough money to live a stable, carefree life,'' I replied quickly. "Why do you not have ideas of grandeur and only ideas of money, it will be a waste if you're given great power and only use it for the sake of your own gain! " Angrily replied my mom. This is what I always heard from my family but I didn't care, money made the world go round. or now the universe I guess. "Are you excited to awaken tomorrow? " Questioned my mom. "No" I replied as all hoped for was a good stable ability like elemental manipulation or super strength as they could make me the most money.  "Well after the holidays you will attend Ronder middle school to learn all there is to know about how to properly use your ability and also the usual subjects such as English, Maths, and Science, etc... " Stated my mom, "However remember if you are not in the top 50% of grades at the end of each year you will be expelled from school " Sternly said, my mother. "Yes, mother " I replied.

Everyone wanted to be a hero now due to their ideals of saving Earth and many other worlds. To do this they had to attend Shōri no Akademī, the best high school on Earth but to get in you had to rank in the top 100 of your continent in a tournament of all 14-year-olds. Countries with the largest populations China, India, and the USA had their own separate tournaments in their own country where the top 50 got into Shōri no akademī. 

When I woke up on my 12th birthday I hate to admit I was excited at the prospect of getting an ability, however, my actual birth wasn't until 1:32 pm and it was only 10:00 am so I had to wait. 
11:00 am
12:00 am
1:00 pm
1:30 pm 
Two more minutes and my dream of money would either be crushed or realized. I prayed silently to all the gods I knew to bless me with good fortune.
1:32 pm
"Go on then what is it? " Excitedly asked my mom. 
"What the hell sort of bullshit is this, my ability is -. " 
"How dare you swear under my roof! " Yelled my mom.

It was time to attend the opening ceremony at Ronder middle where the student with the best grades on the entrance test (I myself managed to pass just barely), would give a speech. It was a girl, she was pretty, but I didn't care much for it as liking someone would not bring me money. 
"I hope that everyone in our school strives to be the best in everything they do, pushes past their limits, and has a good time! "
"woo!" Screamed the majority of the student body "She's smart, nice and pretty"
I thought to myself, this will be a long two years.

Damien finds himself standing in-with the other 16 year olds of the village ,a bishop comes around once a year to do appraisals of the magic power of each child who is of age ,that age being 16 . at precisely 12 they call for Damien ,he walks into the church and puts his hand on the hand of the bishop the bishop closes his eyes and a green light flashes around Damien as well as a red light filled by a blue and a cyan light  after these 4 lights a number appears on his hand "67...above average ,but not to uncommon . affinities with wind, fire water and something else I'm not sure what but I don't care ,begone with you "the bishop says as he gives the boy a slip of paper with all of the information he just said .
Damien walks away unsure of what he feels for these results , disregarding what just happened he makes his way to the blacksmiths shop ,before he knows it he's at the door of Arden's store .He opens the door quite normally "hey Arden,you here?" he calls out . after a minute or so an old bearded man , probably about 45 comes from a back room ,the man is fairly muscular but that's common for a blacksmith "hey kid what can I do fo- oh it's you good to see you"

I woke up in a slight panic, wondering about today. It was the annually dreadful reaping day and the entire nation of Panem was in suspense for today, the reaping of the 50th Hunger Games. A Quarter Quell with a twist from the regular games.
For the 25th Hunger Games, Districts had to vote for who went in the games, I would hate being betrayed by my own neighbors and schoolmates.
I remember yesterday evening when the young, but still ugly, President Cornelius Snow, announced the games, I can still hear it "...and this year in the honor of the 50th hunger games there will be twice the amount of tributes."
48 tributes in the games, that's truly insane.
People already have enough problems with the regular 24. Why 48? Each year the entire nation is forced to watch these games and see 23 teenagers die each time. Now this time 47.
Each quarter quell is chosen from a box, full of the designated twists to the games that were made after the Dark Days, a month before the games began, and the rebels' passions were extinguished.
If only I knew the man who wrote them... I would punch him unconscious, what an idiot.
I believe it's morally wrong but our beloved Dictator Snow with his fat lips makes the decisions. Each year there are stupid tributes and every once in a while, smart ones, but they always get brutally slaughtered.
If only Panem wasn't what it is today.
I remember last years games, from District 12 there was a twelve year old girl and a fourteen year old boy, I remember his name was Thicket. She was killed in the bloodbath by a career and got 20th place. He made it to the final 12 and died of dehydration for 11th place, which is exceptionally well for a poorer district, let alone the poorest.
The arena was designed to mimic a wheat field, with hardly any water to be found. The games only lasted a week and the victor was a District 9 girl, raised in an agricultural district. She and the District 9 boy starved it out until he perished and she won the 49th hunger games. Never does a non-career win except if they didn't have a arena that they weren't ready for.
These people train for their whole lives anyway.
Being from the Seam, my family and I have hardly had a bearable life. I had my younger brother to take care of, who is only 12 years old. I had entered my name in the reaping 20 times this year, 5 for myself and the other 15 for 7 years of tesserae for my mother and brother, Spruce.
It's my 5th year in the reaping.
Haymitch, that's my name, Haymitch Abernathy. I'm 16 and from District 12, the poorest district of them all. I hate living here.
The only way I have food is by working at the butchers shop on Main Street. They barely pay me anything, not that I can blame them, no one here has anything. I have to scavenge to feed my family, my brother and my mentally challenged mother.
Ever since my father got taken to the Capitol for punishment to be an Avox about 10 years ago my mom went mad. It's hard taking care of them.
It's my brothers first year in the reaping this year. He's 12 years old. He still has jitters about getting picked.
I stepped out of my bed to find my boots, they were still full of coal dust from the trail to the hob I followed. I swear, there is no one in this entire district who will trade stuff with me. I don't know why though.
My mother says it's because I look like a merchants kid. I'm not though, I do work in the butchers shop but I'm not a merchant kid. I wish I were, all those kids not having to worry about getting food for there family's. But also they can be total idiots, like most the people in this country. Anyway, I don't think I look like one though, I'm mean I am tall, 6' to be exact I have broad shoulders too.
People say I'm a Seam kid too. With the gray seam eyes and dark curly hair.
I went to go find my brother. He was probably nervous about the reaping. It was his first year in it, I don't know why he was so nervous, he has his name in the reaping once just once. Then there's me with my 20 entries in it. I was nervous for my first reaping too. But I had to take tessera, each tessera is a years supply of grain and oil. they give you a measly amount too. It's hardly enough to get by.
I walked outside. I found that the ground frosted overnight. I kicked the grass.
"Yep, it's frozen," I said.
I walked around some more. My stomach grumbled, as usual. Always I'm starving.
I went by a nearby creek. My brother was sitting on the edge of the bank. I sat next to him.
"Nervous, huh?" I asked Spruce.
"Can you notice?" he said.
"Yup," I told him.
"I just don't want neither of us to get called,"he told me. "We don't have a chance of surviving, us district 12 people." Typically I'd agree with his statement, but for some reason that comment began to make my blood boil.
"Woah, why would you say that?" I asked angrily. "I bet that someone could win." I started to get even madder.
"Well only one person in our district has won in the past 49 years," he said. "So our chances aren't too big."
"I don't care about our chances," I said. " I bet that someone from here could win!" I yelled. Spruce was getting on my nerves as usual. He looked up at me like I was lying to him.
"You have nothing to worry about though your names in the reaping one time and I have my name in it twenty times, so I should be worrying," I said with frustration.
"Fine I'm just saying-" I cut him off.
"I'm going to the square... and honestly I hope your name gets picked!" I stormed off, only to regret what I said moments later. Unfortunately my stubbornness made it difficult for me to apologize so I resulted to ignoring the situation
I went running towards the square, a temporary stage set up for the games. My mother stopped me though and made me go inside my family's 2 room house.
"Haymitch, at least try to look decent at the reaping," she told me and pulled out a white button up shirt with coal stains on it, brown pants, and boots. I put them on.
"More coal," I whispered with angst. " it's always coal every where you look."
I've never understood why people get excited for the reaping, They force kids to their deaths. Also it's getting old, 23 go in 1 comes out. For the past 49 years people have dealt with it.
As I internally continued my internal tirade I heard the front door slam shut, that means Spruce was probably home.
"Spruce, I layed out some nice clothes on your bed," I heard my mother say.
"Thanks mom, I'll put them on," he tried to say politely but there was anger in his voice.
I stepped out of my room and looked out my front door. Peacekeepers were walking down the beaten trail gathering everyone for the reaping. It was quite entertaining seeing them slip on the frozen ground.
Spruce stepped out of the house. he looked at me like I needed to apologize to him.
"Look Spruce I'm sorry okay," I decided to swallow my pride, he looked up at me. "Sometimes I can just get a little upset about how all our tributes lose every single game."
"It's fine," he said. He's hated the reaping ever since he was born. Last year he became terrified from it, knowing that next year he would be in the bowl of names.
Spruce starting watching the games at a very young age, 3. That's when my mother started going insane. It was a year after my father was taken away from the Capitol.
I started watching the games when I was 7, the year after my father was taken away.
Ever since the year I turned 12, Spruce has been terrified for me to go into the games. Last year he about started a mental breakdown right before the reaping. It was hard on Spruce at the time, we all tell him to just move on though.
But I got to know how it would feel, having someone you cared about maybe getting picked to be in the slaughter house, known as the arena. If my girlfriend, Oakley, got reaped and killed in the games I would be a wreck just like my mother.
I can only think of Oakley right now, she is from the Seam too. With her beautiful gray eyes and long thick brown hair, she's a dream to me. I hope I could see her at the reaping.
I forgot Spruce was next to me as we sat in silence. I looked over at him.
My mother came out if the house. She put her arms around us.
"Good luck boys, I love you two," she said. We gave her a hug. Then we were off to the reaping.
Spruce and I finally headed for the square. I had to admit I was kind of nervous for the reaping too. We could clearly see that we were late, almost everyone was sitting down already. I looked back and saw my mother sitting down in the back. I went up to the table where the peacekeepers prick your finger for blood. The lines were shortened. I approached the peacekeeper.
"Finger please," he said. I reached my hand out and it got pricked and stamped on a paper.
I read the scanner, it was registering my information,
ABERNATHY , HAYMITCH. 16/YO
It read.
"You may go now," the peacekeeper instructed me to do.
I went over to Spruce before he had to go to the 12 year old section.
"Hey, good luck," I paused. "And I hope that you don't get picked," I told him.
"You too," he said. I went over to the 16 year olds and watched Spruce take his seat.
The District 12 escort, Gigi Faux, went up to the microphone. This year she sported bright blue hair, a change from last years neon green.
"Happy Hunger Games!" She said with excitement, but we all were very aware of her disgust towards our less than lavish lifestyle. "And may the odds be ever in your favor!"
I tried to look for Oakley in the female 16 section. When I found her she was looking at me smiling. I smiled back at her. She looked up at the stage to watch Gigi. I looked up at the stage too.
Up on the stage sits the Mayor of District 12, Mayor Honly, and the districts only victor, Bay Johnson.
I remember hearing the story of him. Bay won the 37th hunger games at age 17 when I was just 3 years old. The arena that year was an underground cave. His father had worked in the mines so he knew how to survive. He came out with a broken spine though. His last opponent, a boy from District 2, snapped it. Bay won by shoving a spear into the boys heart. It was the only kill he made the entire games. He had to go through major surgery though. He's 30 years old but has to barely walk with a cane.
Gigi reached into the bowl of names.
"Ladies first," she said as she pulled out the first of four names.
"Zedoary Withers" she said. A small girl who couldn't be taller than 5 feet stood up and went on stage. She looked like she was from the Seam. She was very thin, looked like she hadn't eaten in weeks. The poor girl was probably slowly starving to death.
A guy in the row behind me started sniffling. I looked at him. They looked like siblings. Must've been his sister up there. She waves shyly at the crowd She looks like she knows that she's good as dead in a week. You can tell be the look in her eyes. Gigi claps as she walks up by her.
"Okay now for our other lucky lady." Gigi reaches into the bowl. I was praying that I wasn't going to be Oakley. Gigi pulled out the slip of paper. "Maysilee Donner."
I look over to the girl. She's about my age. I'm positive I've seen her at school before. She had blond hair and blue eyes. Two other girls were hanging onto her. They were all merchant kids apparent from their blond hair. One of the girls looked exactly like her as if she were her twin. She was hugging her around her waste crying. Don't go I saw her mouth to her. Maysilee was telling her to let go. She released and Maysilee walked to the stage. I've seen Maysilee outside the peacekeepers building before when I was working at the butchers. I've never seen her at the Hob though. She was a merchants kid, that's for sure.
Maysilee walked up to the stage. I looked at Oakley, thankful that she didn't get picked this year.
"Now for the boys," says Gigi. She goes to the other bowl and reaches for a name. I could hardly see Spruce shaking nervously.
"Please don't be Spruce," I whispered.
The first name is pulled out of the bowl.
"Juniper Gunthery," she said. A boy from the 17 year olds stood up, he was very tall and looked muscular with blonde hair and blue eyes. He approached the stage, not nervous at all. Gigi looked pleased at him. Bay looked at him too. I could tell that he was popular, when he walked on stage girls swooned. He was a pretty boy, not a Seam kid at all. He winked towards the ladies section. How could someone be happy about being reaped into the games?
"And last but not least," Gigi said and reached into the bowl of names. I was praying for it to not be Spruce.
"And it is-" she said as she opened the small white envelope.
"Please don't be Spruce"
It wasn't Spruce. It was Haymitch Abernathy.

It's the 50th Hunger Games, a Quarter Quell. In honor of the games there will be twice the amount of tributes in the arena. This means twice the amount of deaths. How will District 12 tribute, Haymitch Abernathy survive the brutal games? Will the odds be in his favor?

By the time Wu Niu had arrived at the Wu family estate, the sun was directly above his head. Mid-day had come in its full glory, and the soul tests were soon to begin. The clouds had dispersed, leaving the sky empty. The morning humidity had also dispersed, and now it was rather arid and dry.
Approaching one of the side doors that led to the courtyard, Wu Niu's father appeared before him to usher him inside. He looked slightly annoyed at Wu Niu's, apparently late arrival.
Looking down toward Wu Niu, he spoke disconcertedly.
"Where have you been?"
Wu Niu opened his mouth to respond but was cut off before he could speak.
"The tests are about to start. Hurry to the courtyard. I'll be there soon. I have to finish some business first."
Closing his mouth, Wu Niu gave his father a gloomy nod and then hurried along.
Outside in the courtyard sat the family patriarch upon a polished wooden throne. He wore white robes, which were standard colored attire for the Wu Family residents. He was also quite handsome, which is an effect of body tempering. His grayed hair managed to retain some of its youthfulness. It was no doubt due to the impact that qi has on age. He was a practitioner retiree with "Silver" realm qi.
Essentially the "Silver" qi realm is three qi realm breakthroughs above the "Earthly" qi realm. "Earthly" qi realm is the realm in which all non-demon beings are born having.
Each realm of qi comes with significantly more potent qi than the last realm. Although this is the case, qi realms aren't the end all be all factor in determining the strength of one's qi. For example, if person A is on the verge of a breakthrough into the next realm, and person B, who just broke into that same realm, were to fight, then person A would win. Regardless of whether they are in the same qi realm or not, the person further into their cultivation will hold the power advantage. However, qi realms are still very important because whereas two people in the same realm have a small difference in power, two people of different realms have a substantial gap in power.
As far as Wu Niu was concerned, "Silver" realm qi was plenty strong.
The patriarch was the only "Silver" realm within the entire Wu Family. Everybody else was either "Earthly, Copper or Bronze" qi realm.
-His qi is so oppressive. I'm not even "Purity" body tempering stage, and yet I can still feel it.
In front of him was a table. Upon it were bottles of body tempering pills lined up in an orderly fashion. A dark, slightly transparent black orb sat on a pedestal in front of the patriarch. It was a soul gauge.
A soul gauge is an orb that, upon being touched, displays a projection of the soul of the person who touched it. The size of which can then be categorized into different tiers of strength.
Though there are no souls that are precisely the same size, putting them into different tiers is sufficient enough to measure the general relative strength of someone's souls.
Stepping through the door into the courtyard, Wu Niu observed as a gathering crowd of families and servants came to witness the yearly event. Every year, the children that came of age would have their soul strength tested and would be given a certain portion of the pills accordingly.
The 12-year-olds who received the pill would have to ingest them in conservative doses as to preserve them over the next three years. At which point, they would be able to take the martial trials for the Silver Mountain martial arts sect.
Very few Wu family children have ever succeeded in passing the Silver Mountain sect's trials (One of them being the patriarch).
Wu Niu had never been to one of these events as his father said "it was best for a boy to not see the worst of humanity" From what Wu Niu heard his friends say, the kids that come back having failed the trials are often viciously shunned and mocked for many months, and those who fail the soul test are shunned for life.
Wu Niu watched as the other 12-year-olds approached the soul gauge one by one and individually tested their soul strength.
The patriarch told every kid who had lower than a 3rd tier soul that they were unfit for martial arts and asked them to give up on their endeavors. His harsh words irked Wu Niu, but he couldn't rightly speak out against him. The patriarch was the patriarch, after all.
Eventually, a boy by the name of Wu Chao went up to be tested. Wu Chao was a good-hearted and innocent boy and was great friends to Wu Niu for most of their lives.
Resting his hand upon the soul gauge, Wu Chao's joyous plastered face turned to one of dismay. His soul strength wasn't even 1st tier.
The patriarch rolled his eyes and told Wu Chao to step away and leave the courtyard. His soul strength visibly repulsed many of the people in the crowd.
"That boy's father should be disgusted, for birthing such worthless trash."
"I'm ashamed to even be in the same family as him."
Wu Chao's lip began quivering as he tried to hold back his tears.
At seeing Wu Chao's distraught, Wu Niu remembered back to the times when they would go out into woods to play make-believe as practitioners. They both had the dream of becoming great practitioners one day.
Wu Chao's hopes and dreams most likely shattered at that moment, and Wu Niu was forced to do nothing but stand by and watch as the mob viciously mocked and ridiculed him.
Running for the gate, Wu Chao turned the corner, escaping from the derisive mob hurling insults.
Wu Niu wanted to chase after him and reassure him he was still a worthwhile person, but couldn't, because he still hadn't been tested yet.
Under his breath, Wu Niu whispered, "Tch. These people are despicable."

Wu Niu was born with a weak split soul and the inability to cultivate. Despite this, he works tirelessly to become as strong as he possibly can. This isn't a story about someone who is talented, lucky or anything of the sort. It is the story of a boy who constantly beats the odds stacked against him through sheer resolve and hard work.
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I ignored them as I started to scoff down my food quickly, the quicker, the less time I get to taste it. And at this point, is a good thing.

They said it was to make us less picky when eating, because eventually when we graduate from secondary, when we're finally 18,
and full adults under their control. We'll need to be able to survive under any condition. Resulting in the poorly made food.

The stew tasted like how it smells, fish with oats and burnt, how it was burnt while being a stew? No idea. I tried gulping down the milk from its carton completely ignoring the straw, by opening it entirely by unfolding its edges and pulling the folds apart. It was chunky and spoilt, definitely not in the right condition to be giving to a growing child about to start puberty. I picked out the carrots one by one, they were small and poorly cut, but that wasn't the bad thing about them, no. They still had earth on them from when the were still growing to eventually be consumed by us. And they were even rotting, severely, a green moss looking thing firmly attached itself to the few carrot stick laying in the bag. Man, how I'm jealous of the people with cleansing and earth abilities. Next was the biscuit, no flavour but that was alright, at least it was better than the rest of the meal, the only thing about the round crumbly piece of bread was that it was overly dry, as if it was dunked in flour and the excess sitting on the top of it was definitely neither shook off nor wiped off. At least there was salt. But I don't think that's supposed to go in a biscuit most of the time...

I looked back up at my friends after I finished eati- ...reluctantly putting... things? Down my throat.

Carlos had his signature permanent frown plastered on his facial structure, but it was more defined as his face was turning into a mix between a pale white and green. It reminded me of those trees you have up, near the end of the year. It's been so long since I actually had the chance to celebrate it, I forgot what it was called. Chris? Christ? Mass? Something about Jesus I think?

Mara was tearing up as she warily nibbled on her biscuit, coughing a few times from the dryness. 

Dorian had already finished as I did, no surprise there. Sadly, I didn't get the chance to scald the image of him struggling to eat the cafeteria food into the depths of my brain, but I'm sure I'll get another chance, someday.

"Trying to imagine my disgusted face as I try to eat. I presume, Harpy." 

Damn, he caught me again.

I looked back at my tray bearing my eyes into the thick flat iron. Forcing my eyes to wonder around it seeing if I had missed anything.
I know that I haven't, but I'm not going to let him know that. 
I completely ignored his question as if it was never directed at me in the first place.

He chuckled once again.

I silently pouted as I looked at the exact opposite direction of where he is, and that was right next to me, on the right.

I bounced back in shock, standing there was the Headmistress.

Dorian caught me as I fell back on him, as he glared back in the direction of the Headmistress. As fast as a bolt of lightning I brushed Dorian off,cas I sat up facing my tray and looked back down at it. The rest of the group mimicked my movements, so did Dorian, but very much hesitatingly.

"Well hello there children~ 
Is the food nice or should I go and scold the servers and get you a new plate?~ 
We do want you nice and healthy after all~" 

All that pink resting on her slim figure was blinding me. She looked like Dolores Umbridge but skinnier, and blond. She made an image come to my mind immediately: 
A human radish. 

Now I hate radishes because of her. Great.

I can bet my life on it that Dorian was thinking the same, or at minimal, similar.

"No thank you, Miss Kelton." We all spoke this simultaneously. It's probable that an answer that slightly differs to this, would make her flip into a boundless rage. And when she rages, let's just say that it's extremely frightening. The likeliness of the majority of students experiencing the aftereffects of her rage is extremely high.

And right now, she's in a mood. When the Headmistress is in a mood it normally results in someone eventually doing/saying something to set off the fuse of her rage, 
then she, well, rages.

I'm smelling the tint of iron, no, it's blood. 
And so it seems that I've seen no one with bleeding injuries, so I have concluded, that 
Miss Umbridge 2.0 over here... 
Is on her period...

We're all screwed today. 

Yay.

Raspberry left to move onto the next part table to cruelly mess with their weak mental fortitudes. It seems that she had also went to torture the rest of the students from table 1 and 2 as well.

Then, blazed the siren. 
It's time to start our first lesson for today.

Every child seated in that room lifted themselves from their seats and in single file, strode out of the cafeteria, through the next double doors, serving as an exit and an entrance.

Table 1 (the 3-5 year olds) went on the first floor of the next building we entered.
Table 2 (the 6-8 year olds) went on the second floor.
And finally, table 3 (the 9-12 year olds) went on the third floor, that is where we go. 

We call this building 'The Main building', nothing special, but does imply what it is supposed to be.

Entering from the door from the cafeteria you could see that there was a hallway you stumbled upon, one straight infront, one on the left, and one on the right.

The one on the right at the end was the stairs, where table 2 and table 3 go up. On the left at the end, was the elevator, strictly for the 'teachers', 'cleaners' and, 'them'. No students are permitted to go on it, for a reason that not even I'm sure of. All I know is if they actually go on it they get taken for punishment, and are eventually expelled.

The 'tables' are actually referred as grades, grade 1, 2 and 3. Then it carries on in secondary, but we don't get to know the system there until we're actually in it.

In the main building the corridor straight ahead was for Grade 1. 
Each year group is provided with 2 rooms, each for a different type of 'lessons'. As you go up a grade you receive another room as the curriculum increases. But we'll explain the rest of that as we go along.

We headed towards the stairs, going up them as we followed behind grade 2. They went through the door leading to floor 2. 
As the 12th years leaded us up to the top floor, floor 3. 

We entered through the door reaching the identical hallway to the 1st and 2nd grades. 

And this is the place our daily sadistic torture begins.

"A good sword…" all who accompanied the Heavenly Sword Sect entourage spoke at the same time. The Qin empire and the Zhou empire are sponsored by the Celestial Sword Sect, so most people in these empires follow the Dao da Sword as their main path to the rise of cultivation, so it was quite common for people, even civilians were aware of swords and the best swords for martial cultivation.  
Therefore, they genuinely thought that the Swallow Sword was a very good sword, besides being the most elegant, it was the most complex to master, without much talent it was impossible to become a Master of that sword. Since there was the contrast of the sword being very long and thin, but also heavy. The former allows more flexibility of movement, but as it is heavy this flexibility becomes increasingly difficult, and the agile cultivator had to have a good amount of strength for the attacks to have the desired effects in a battle.
Zemin Yan looked with a little fear and admiration at Tai-Yang, this power was very convenient, in the future he wanted to know what kind of power it is !? As Tai-Yang moved his "new" wooden sword, the imperial guards arrived at Nam Yang City's most famous brothel. 
Zhong Liang looked even more grumpy than before when he realized what kind of place he was in, just thinking that little Yan was in that kind of environment made him feel very angry.
Lin Mei-Lan felt even more annoyed with this senior disciple of the Celestial Sword sect, the more Zhong Liang became colder and indifferent, the more this female general felt angry at this weak mission. 
"Our duty is to protect the new disciples from the great Celestial Sword sect, so be careful of everyone, especially strange women. In this new disciple group, there are many 15- and 16-year-olds, so there will be many women who might try to get their attention to try to ascend to heaven in one step. We don't want this kind of misfortune to happen while these disciples are in Nam Yang city! "Said Lin Mei-Lan seriously, all imperial guards nodded in the affirmative, it would be a great tragedy if one of the new disciples of this great sect were corrupted in your city, this could generate some kind of conflict, in which the city of Nam Yang would end up as the losing side!
Zhong Liang strangely felt better hearing Mei-Lan's words, as it reminded him that Zemin Yan would not necessarily be corrupted by this kind of place, after all, he is a child. 
"General Lin, but don't children from the countryside learn these things even earlier, since they get married at 12? Even 10-year-olds could be misled or deceived by these courtesans, "one of the imperial guards asked doubtfully. What he had said was true, in villages and small towns where cultivation and cultivators were not so abundant, that seeking the greatest power was not the norm, people were more concerned with generating offspring, so children, especially Many boys were taught early about birds and bees.
"That's… well, it's true, but as we'll be there, it's not like we're going to let anyone approach the kids. Teenagers are more complicated and willful, this will be more problematic, especially if these people have powerful families, "Lin Mei-Lan said after some thought. Logically speaking children are easier to persuade and protect, but teenagers are much more rebellious and if they have powerful families they become even more difficult.
Zhong Liang who had slightly improved his mood again felt a sense of helplessness and urgency, he wanted to stand beside little Yan fast. He had a feeling that his little brother would be taken at any moment by one of these female courtesans.
"The imperial guards are here," one of the foundation's disciples said. She is named Jun Lin, a very beautiful 14-year-old but also prodigious young woman who had typical oriental beauty, long black hair, narrow dark-lashed eyes, small pink lips, a small, soft body, just , that her hands were larger than usual, besides the large sword at her back, which seemed to be heavier than herself.
Hong Yu looked at Jun Lin and smiled kindly, which made the girl blush with pleasure, some foundation disciples who came for this mission looked at her with a little envy but didn't show on their faces, it would be very bad if anyone noticed that they had a small mind.
The imperial guards looked very imposing, they were tall, with broad shoulders and strong chest, all had a sharp aura and carried swords attached to the sides of their hips. Each wore dark clothes as if they were ninjas, and masks that covered the whole face, strangely the masks were colored, the colors of the Qin Empire flag. 
There were only two imperial guards who looked very different from the others, one was a person with a very delicate and small physique, even with the dark and loose clothes, one could clearly see the voluptuous curves of her body. That is, it was a woman, besides the mask that had a shiny jewel on her forehead. The second person was a man who had an elegant figure, wearing a white mask that covered only half of his face, and long hair tied with silver ribbon, while all the other guards had much shorter hair, including the woman. 
"Now that everyone is here, let's get in and go to the Underworld arena," said Supreme Commander Yang, who was one of the three Supreme Commanders of the border town of Nam Yang, also one who liked to bully Lin Mei-Lan. 
"Just a commanding moment, let's get organized so that everyone can properly protect our employers," said Lin Mei-Lan, she even spoke with respect. She didn't want her identity to be revealed, so even she who holds a high position in the military was wearing a mask. 
"That would be good. An imperial guard or two for each group would thus cover the new disciples of the possible dangers, "Lan Ruan said in agreement with Mei-Lan before Supreme Commander Yan could say anything. Then this person could only be silent, as the greatest cultivator among them has already stated this. 
"The groups will be divided into 2 teams, with up to 8 new disciple members, with two of the supervisors in each group, so each will have 6 imperial guards who will maintain the order and security of the groups," said Hong Yu looking at the list of names of each new disciple. He would separate Zemin Yan's group by bringing this child into his group, so no one could say that he was targeting this child.


Zemin Yan is an orphan who lived on the streets, until the day that the Celestial Sword Sect makes large-scale recruitment in which even the beggars were analyzed in the Qin Empire.


      He who lived in an isolated village had managed to pass through the most difficult examination of the sect, but even so, his talent was the only medium. At best his prospect was to reach the intermediate-level Aurore Core realm. 

Zemin Yan was happy with this prospect, after all, he was just a humble mumper, over time, he learns to read and write, he even grew a little taller, but his physique was delicate and flexible, not pretending that he was a martial practitioner, thus generating mockery on the part of his colleagues even a strong bullying.


However, Zemin Yan didn't care and always went ahead with optimism, until the moment that was allocated to be assistant of the greater cultivator of the young generation of  Celestial Sword Sect.

Zhong Liang is the supreme talent of the Heavenly Sword, he is tall, handsome and powerful, he is the dream of all women and the goal of all the boys. He is loved and appreciated by all but remains with his cold character and his expressionless face.

Because of his Swordless Dao, Zhong Liang was getting colder, indifferent, and cruel, so his Master, fearful that he would turn to the demonic cultivator, decides to put three young disciples to serve him and keep him company, whether in missions outside the sect or even in as servants of this great prodigy.

The Master of Zhong Liang wanted him to develop some kind of bond that would prevent him from getting lost in the path of the Dao of the Swordless Thrill.


Unfortunately, Zhong Liang doesn't agree with his master's vision and astounds all the young disciples, only one remains he is as firm as a sword stuck in the ground, this disciple is Zemin Yan. 

"Senior Zhong, do you want grapes or apples?" Asked Zemin Yan with his typical silly smile.

Zhong Liang didn't respond and continued training with his sword, he just ignored the existence of this young disciple.

"So it's going to be grapes," Zemin Yan said without even letting his mood fall, he had already grown accustomed to the lack of response from his senior disciple.
 
When Zemin Yan came back to call Zhong Liang for dinner the grapes were far from visible, which left Zemin Yan with a silly and contented smile for the rest of the night.

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In the middle of the Arena, a large slab of stone was placed in a vertical position.
This stone slab isn't an ordinary one, for sure. It is atleast 4 to 5 meters big with several runes carved on it.
"I heard that the outside world uses the awakening scrolls for convenience but this awakening stone of our clan has a special property. It enhances your existing Arcana while you are trying for the second awakening."
"I see… This is why there are a lot of 12-year-olds trying to participate this time," Azzy commented, hearing out Barbara's explanation.
"Yup." She nodded with a smile, "and you know, in the rarest cases, someone receives an additional soul skill. The last one to receive it was Lady Night. It happened 22 years ago."
"Eh?" Azzy widened his eyes in surprise, "Master is only 34 years old?"
"Hmm? You don't about it?" She looked at him as if he was that clueless.
Azzy thought his master is indeed awesome but didn't know she was this incredible. A 34-year-old who is a seven-star Arcana Master? She's indeed a daughter of heaven.
He replied, "I didn't pay much attention."
"She's my role model you know… There was one time…" Upon mentioning Avia, Barbara started to show her fanatic side…
"Young Miss Crescent, Young Master Garcia," At that time someone called these twelve-year-olds, making Azzy sigh in relief as he no longer wishes to stick with this cousin of his. Even her way of talking is a bit similar to Evelyn.
The only difference is that Evelyn can drag people into random dreams with her words while this cousin has the power of persuasion in her mouth. Whenever she talks, Azzy wasn't able to resist answering her questions or stopping the conversation.
"Everything is ready. Please…" A staff told them to join the line.
Both of them stood up from their seats and joined a line that's full of kids.
Azzy didn't know what kind of reputation Barbara has but no one dared to talk to either of them when he was with her. So, he thought, even though it's a pain, it's better to stick with her.
The adults stayed back in the waiting hall; meanwhile, Truman Ash, one of the Elders of the Death clan as well as the Master of Pavilion leads the kids to the Arena.
As Azzy stepped inside, he saw it was packed with an audience numbered atleast a thousand.
That's when he thought the clan is a lot bigger than he imagined. This pocket world is as big as a Province for a reason.
Unlike the usual atmosphere, the arena was filled with silence and no cheers escaped from anyone, trying to behave themselves.
"Wow, all the clan leaders gathered here…" "Is he the Clan head in the middle? It's my first time seeing him…" "I heard that all of them are peak rank-8 and our clan head is just a step away from becoming rank-10." "Yeah, I heard that rank-10 masters can regain their youth and live for another hundred thousand years?" "Well, in history, only the founders of hidden clans reached such rank before ascending to the celestial world of heaven."
All sorts of murmurings rang in Azzy's ears. Maybe, it's because he's a 3-star, his hearing improved quite a lot. The only problem was that he can't control it, yet.
Then, his eyes lay on the stone slab in the middle of a 500 sq.meter big platform.
"That is the awakening stone I was talking about," Barbara chirped from the side.
As everyone arrived, Elder Truman said, "eight-year-olds, the first-timers, gather on the right. Twelve-year-olds on the left."
Barbara and Azzy moved to the left along with others.
Elder Truman then bowed to the feeble looking old man, who sat at a certain section along with other clan leaders and elders. Avia and Evelyn also joined them.
The clan head nodded.
Elder Truman then addressed the audience, "everyone, welcome to our clan awakening ceremony. As you all know, first, our new generation will be awakening their soul cards through this wonderful relic left by our founder, Azrael Garcia.
Then, the second awakening ceremony will begin, where our talented young Arcana Masters will get the opportunity to increase their potential.
Ordinary people will become talented. Talented will become genius, the Genius will become Monsters, and the monsters will become the son or the daughter of heaven.
As for the second part, we have made a few changes, this time." Pointing at the section where Azzy and others stood, he continued, "These young Arcana Masters will not spar against each other but display their powers, sparring against with their senior disciples from all the Pavilions.
Of course, their seniors will hold back their strength and use the power equivalent to the candidate. Let's give a round of applause for this young generation who will become the future pillars of our clan."
After everyone clapped for a few seconds, he looked at the clan head to give permission.
Qridus Garcia then spoke in a whisper, "begin." Even though it's a whisper, it seemed loud and clear to everyone.
Elder Truman of the Ash clan then addressed the eight-year-olds to go towards the stone slab and place their palms on it.
One by one, they started to walk to the relic and did as they were told after bowing to the clan head and the clan leaders and Elders.
Azzy saw, as soon as their palms touched the relic, the runes that carved on it, started to glow for a few seconds while their soul cards awakened appeared before everyone.
The first time, when one's Arcana is awakened, it usually appears beside its Master.
He felt strange that his Arcana never appeared that way. Only a set of weapons appeared in his hands.
"Aleister Blood greets the Clan Head." A cute looking boy with messy hair and large eyes with bright red pupils bowed to others before placing his palms on the awakening stone.
Usually, the number of glowing runes indicates one potential. The higher the number, the greater the potential.
But, as soon as his palms touched the relic, more than 90 runes of 108 runes lit up, shocking the audience.
A soul card formed before the boy while a thick aura made of blood surrounded the eight-year-old. 
The Crescent clan leader turned his head aside and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Francis. Your clan produced a genius with great potential. We haven't seen a situation like this for ten years."
The Blood clan leader, Francis Blood responded with a depressed tone, "but it's only 95. Another 5, it would have been great." 
Even though he appeared a little bit disappointed, these 8-star Arcana Masters can feel even the minute changes that are happening in their body. The clan leader was indeed pleased with the result.
"This boy has the potential to become the next clan leader, Francis." The clan head commented, staring at the boy.
"You are forgetting about Remia, Qridus." Francis reminded him of his daughter. 
Being in the same generation, he's also one of the people who are closest to the Clan head, having the privilege to call him by his first name.
"That's right. I almost forgot about her. It's already been a thousand years. She had made a breakthrough to rank-8, right? Why is that irresponsible brat still playing out there?" Qridus then remembered this girl, who was always out there, trying to explore the mysterious world of Arcana.
He immediately scolded her who is at least 7000 years old but doesn't know how to act her age.
Francis' expression turned sour.

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Setting in the fictional world of Gaia, where special individuals can awaken certain powers within their soul. They are called Arcana Masters.
Some awaken beasts, some awaken weapons, while some awaken the power of plants.
Some people train to become stronger so that they have the power to protect loved ones, some wish to use it for revenge, some wish to live longer, while some want to be free and use their power however they wish.
Yet, there exists a clan, where the descendants only exist to grant death to others so that life and death remain balanced.
Follow the journey of Azrael Garcia, the heir of the cursed clan of Death, as he forms friendships, facing betrayals, meeting love, and cutting down the enemies in the process.
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16 | In The Dust
Paige's Point of View ~
The game Alpha Wolf is a classic. The sort of classic that you will remember the rest of your life. Every summer, me, Sarah, and Bella, were the definite champions of this game.
How to play:
There is a large area for participants to play (The area we always use in the woods. There are flags at the boundaries where you cannot go past. If you do you are out of the game till next round). There are two teams; the wolves and the sheep. At first there are two wolves. The rest of the players are sheep. First, the sheep get 1 minute to hide (Anywhere inside the boundaries), Once the sheep hides the 2 wolves set out to catch the sheep (like tag). Once a sheep is tagged they are automatically a wolf. This goes on until there is one sheep left. If the sheep makes it back to the starting line before any of the wolves can catch them, they win.
It makes much more sense once you play a game or two.
"Heyo everybody, I'm Nick, your instructor for today. We will be playing Alpha Wolf!" Nick said enthusiastically.
"Cabin 3 will be the..." The instructor started beating his hands on the table like drums "Sheep!" The kids cheered as our opponents appeared. A group of kids around 10-12 walked closer to us making their cabin counselors appear too.
Great. How convenient. Leo's cabin.
"You guys are the wolves!" The other instructor told Leo's cabin. The guy next to Leo looked his age and really hyped-up. He's cheering along with the 10-year olds with a large speaker on his shoulder. The music coming out of it was definitely not appropriate for the 10-year olds.

Cash money mama that be dining in Bahamas
Eating Fettuccine pasta with the scallops and the lobsters
Huh, I don't got no time for these h*es
Speaking on my name like I'm someone that they know
I'm the big cat bitch yes these people love me
Is that Gucci on my feet? Shit, bitch it might be!


The music boomed through the forest. The kids sang and danced along, not knowing what the lyrics mean what so ever.
Leo snatched the speaker out of his hands and turned off the music. The guy's face became more clear when he turned around to boo Leo. Carson.
"Dude," He snatched the speaker back and glared at him. " You're killing the mood."

"Dude," Leo flicked him on the forehead and Carson groaned in response. "You're ruining their childhood."
"I'm not ruining their childhood, I'm making it interesting." He crossed his arms against his chest dramatically.
"Right guys?" He held out his arms high and sung along with the little kids, ignoring Leo. They cheered, jumped and bounced to the music.
He has a point. I would have been a much more interesting child if I had listened to that type of music when I was younger.
"Paige!" Carson cried out. "Go long!" He firmly bent his knees a little and gripped the speaker tightly. Go long? What?
He moved his arms into a throwing position. I got scared and slowly backed up. He wasn't going to actually throw a speaker at me, right?
He threw the speaker in my direction and I panicked. I closed my eyes and helped my hands out to attempt catching the probably really expensive speaker.
"Paige come on!" Carson's voice yelled from afar. My eyelids were still tightly shut, afraid to see what happened.
"Open your eyes." A strong voice commanded. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked up at Leo.
His green eyes were unreadable, and he was dangerously close.
"Why are you here? This is my camp."
"My mom wanted me to make sure Maddie was okay while she was here ... and this isn't your camp." He looked at Maddie who was being held by Carson and dancing in his arms, then to me.
"It's basically my camp."
He stood a few inches away and kept his gaze on me. I turned my head down to where Carson was kneeling down on the ground, picking up the dented box that used to be able to play music a couple seconds ago. I assumed Leo had cough the heavy before it me, but dropped it in the floor carelessly.
Carson didn't look mad, but he looked like he had just lost a loved one.
"Noo, Aaliyah!" Carson said with a hint of grief in his voice.
"Who's Aaliyah?" Leo asked, turning to look down at Carson's sad posture.
"This" He held up the speaker, "This was Aaliyah."
Leo opened his mouth to say something, but the instructor interrupted him with the horn, meaning it was time for the sheep to hide.
I turned back to Leo. We kept our gazes on each other for a couple of seconds. We didn't look away from each other until I turned towards the forest full of green and ran.
My arms moved back and forth. So did my hair that I put up into a ponytail this morning.
The only thing I love about the forest is that it's quiet. If you cancel out the rest of the world you can only hear the trees swaying back and forth and the birds singing along to the cool breeze.
Another horn goes off breaking my train of thought. My hiding time is up.
I look around. There is a large bush to my right. I could hide behind that, but it looks too see through. There is a tree to my left.
There's no rule against hiding in trees.
But you hate spiders, Paige.
But you need to win this thing, Paige.
It's like my own head was having an argument with itself. I ignored the voices telling me to stay away from the bugs and cobwebs, and climbed up into the tree. The branches were thick enough for me to sit on one like a chair. I leaned all my weight on one branch behind me and sat on the branch below me. My sigh held both tiredness and annoyance.
How do monkeys do it?

***

~ half an hour later ~
It feels like it's been a million hours.
A million hours of being stuck in a tree.
Yes. You heard me right, I'm stuck. I've been stuck in this uncomfortable tree, full of dirt and bugs. Dirt I don't care about, but the bugs, the bugs scare the hell out of me. What if I get bitten by some deadly spider or a diseased Mosquito?
Somehow nobody has found me yet, and I don't think anyone will ever find me.
It reminds of the million times people either forgot or gave up on trying to find me during a game of elementary hide and seek, and I'd cry about how they didn't care if I sat there for hours waiting for them to find me. Honestly, everyone's been through that. I hope.
Shuffling leaves and movement interrupted my conversation with myself. Should I give up and yell for help or try and win?
No way I was going to let Leo's team win.
A head appeared. Then two more. There were two kids and...Carson. They looked around cluelessly and moved through bushes looking for me.
"There's only one person left, where is she?!"
I tried to keep myself from snorting, but failed. I covered my mouth with the palm of my hand to keep myself from making any more noise. I'm 3 feet above you.
They definitely heard me because they moved their heads in so many different directions and made me dizzy.
"It's Paige she's the last one." A girl called. How does she know my name?
"Paige came out! I have cheese!" Carson's voice called out.
Is he joking? Cheese? What does he think I am, a rat? Either way, I'm lactose tolerant and if I eat even a crumb of any sort of cheese, my stomach will hurt so bad, I won't be able to walk.
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but still.
Shuffling sounds came from behind me. Is someone coming up? My only option is to try and jump off without breaking a bone and attempt to run to the starting point.
But I'm not a good runner.
But I'm not getting tagged.
"I think she's up here!"
I start to freak out. I'm not going to lose and get tagged while stuck in a tree. No way am I giving the victory to they're team.
I move both my legs so that they are dangling off the thick branch I've been sitting on.
Am I the only one who used to get those annoying marks as a child, when I pressed my leg or hand down on something textured for a large amount of time?
The branch I was sitting on shook.
Someone was getting closer.
I leaned my body closer to the edge of the dark wood. If I break something jumping off of this tree I'm going to lose it.
I've only ever broken a bone once. I used to like to pass a football back and forth with Sarah and my old friend Nick, and not actually play the game. We were playing pass one time and Nick threw the ball so far I ran as fast as I could to catch it, but when I caught the ball, my hand caught it, but my finger was in the wrong position and was hit too hard. Yeah, yeah. I know, It was only my finger, but it hurt really bad. I never played again.
I remember Nick. I called him Saint Nick because he would always give the best presents. Nick, Sarah, Bella, and I, would be together all day everyday during the summer when we were 11-14 years old. Including going to camp together for years. Nick was probably closer to me than any of them, but he moved away. I used to get letters and phone calls all the time, but his mom passed. We talked about it and Bella, Sarah, and I helped him through it, but one day it just stopped. No more letters or calls, nothing. I didn't get over it until I was 15 last year.
"Paige, why the hell are you in a tree? Let me join, monkey!" Carson's voice interrupted my story time. I screamed in shock. I fell off the branch I sat on and onto the hard brown dirt.
"Ow!" I looked up and two kids were approaching me like I was they're next meal. I jumped up and patted my butt in case there was any dirt there. I looked up and the kids were ready to pounce.
When one of them giggled I ran.
My legs hit bushes and my feet made dark marks on the hard ground. I'm not a runner. Whenever there was a pacer test in P.E. I would make up excuses or pretend I was sick on the exact day it was planned.
I ran further through the forest full of trees. I stopped and out my hands on my knees, out of breath.
A strong hand grabbed my arm and I shot up from my lazy position.
"You lose, Pay." I winced in embarrassment and turned to look at him. He smirked when he saw my expression as the kids cheered and danced around him. That better not be a permanent nickname.
"Did you just call me pay?"
"Yes." He says keeping his signature smirk plastered onto his to-pretty-for-his-own-good face.
"My name is Paige. You will not call me Pay"
"Same thing" He shrugs
"Is not"
"Is too." He said. I don't know what made him more annoying; his attractiveness or his sense of humor. He seems to be a good person for a minute then he gets all; I'm a jerk because I can be. It's really confusing.
"Don't start," I say sternly, backing away from his tall body.
"Pay, I believe you started it."
"You're so obnoxious." I say, my tone as cold as ice. I'm not lying, his obnoxiousness makes my head hurt.
"I know." His face changes to an unreadable expression and he walks away leaving me in the dust. Dust meaning the 2 cabins containing 20, 10-12 year olds I have to deal with now.

                                                                                        ***

"What?" I turned my head to see the anger building up inside him. He obviously didn't want the perfect me inside of his own house.

"You've got a little something there." He waved his hand across his face. Was he implying that I actually had something on my face or that I was ugly? Wow he really is that apathetic.

"That's insulting," I put a fake hurt look on my face.

"I'm not insulting you, I'm describing you," He stated harshly, and closed his blinds.

***

Paige is all light, kind, funny, and caring. Leo has the dark, bad boy, and player vibes.

Paige has always grown up by the beach. She's not your typical teenager. She tends to have trust issues and ignore her feelings. She has a witty personality and a sarcastic attitude, but can also be the most kind, caring and loving person once you get to know her. 

This summer is the same as always, but a family moves in to the house next to hers. Everything is same old, same old, or so she thought. She soon meets the boy next door, and don't get along so quickly, but things start to change throughout the summer.

Tymothy was breathing heavily his whole body trembling. He hoped for a miracle, He prayed day and night.





He didn't want to do what the gang asked him to do. He didn't want to kill innocent people to save his daughter's life. He will never be able to look at his daughter's eye knowing the things he did to save her.



 The task the gang asked him to do was to kill some people and kidnap 3 girls around the age of 13-17 years old. 





They said if he did what they asked they will give him the money for his daughter's operation.



He was in despair. 

The thought of losing his daughter made him want to kill himself. So before coming home, he finally made the decision to do what the gang tasked him to do.



But who knew that a surprise was waiting for him at his home.



Two kids 12-year-olds wanted to recruit him to work for them.



They want to create a hidden organization to protect themselves from the enemies that they will face in the future.



It was really absurd, ridiculous and idiotic if he says so himself.



But after listening to them for half an hour he couldn't say so.





These two are monsters! no, they are demons!





The local gang that was annihilated some time ago was the doing of these two kids, these two 12-year-olds Annihilated a local gang!!!





It was mostly the doing of the girl, the way she said it made him really piss in his pants for real from fear!





She singlehandedly killed 74 people in a short amount of 25 minutes without getting much a scratch on her.



The boy may be weak physically but he is a genius.





These two kids, after listening about their plan for the organization even though it's only in theory.





He was shocked.





He can really imagine the organization they will be creating was not just a pipe dream.





From what he could make out from their conversations, they are not saints but they are also not demons.





They have their own set of rules that they live with.





But thats not why he is trembling and breathing heavily.



There's a backpack on the table in front of him. The chain on the backpack was open, showing what's inside of the backpack.





It was money, Bundles of money in the backpack!



His eyes are full of hope, were moist from tears forming in his eyes.



His's lips are moving but no sound is coming out. He exhaled a shaky breath and said with a shaky voice.



"What you said, is it true?" He still wanted to confirm it once more.



"Yes." both Aaron and Aurora replied simultaneously at the same time.





Timothy was shocked once more he still could not believe it.



They said if he agrees to join them, they will give this money to him for his daughter's treatment.



Not only that, but they also said they will provide money for his daughter's treatment.



They know about her condition, they can't guarantee or do anything about the lung transplant, since it will be on her luck alone. His daughter will be put on the waiting list and can only wait until the lungs are available for her.



Aside from that, they said they will provide money for the treatment.





"Mr.Wood, I know it's hard for you right now and you're very emotional after what we told you, but we need an answer, We dont have much time." Aurora said to Timothy who's on a rollercoaster ride of emotions.



Hearing the girl he snapped out of his emotional state and said "I need to think for some time, can you give me the time? it will not take much, I just need to reorganize my thoughts." Timothy said to Aurora.





Aurora nodding leaned back into the couch and waited for Timothy to gather his thoughts and give an answer to them.





After 10 minutes, Timothy took a deep breath and exhaled aloud. Looking at the two siblings in front of him he said finally deciding what he will do.



"I will join your organization." Timothy said with a newfound resolve and determination.



For the sake of his daughter, he can go through hell.





From the time, that he learned everything about the Twins. He knows they are not bad kids.



He will follow them. They gave him hope, they gave his daughter a chance. So he decided to follow them whatever they asked even if it's something much worse than what the gang would ask him to do, he will do it.





Hearing his answer both of them smiled.



Aurora stood up and bring forth her right hand for a handshake. Aaron soon followed after Aurora.



Timothy shaking their hands sealed their fate together.



Sitting back onto their couch they started to talk business.





"Now, we need to talk about your daughter." Aaron said looking at Timothy.



"She has to leave the City. Since the gang knows about you, they also must know about her. So we have to transfer her somewhere else." Aurora said after Aaron.



"There are some hospitals, that I have marked safe in the country or if you prefer somewhere else, I also have chosen hospitals from different countries." Taking some documents out of the backpack on the table in front of them he gave it to Timothy.



"We need to send her out soon. Do you have any people you trust to take care of your daughter?" Aurora said after Aaron gave the papers to Timothy.



"I have a friend, she is a nurse in NY City in Country S.A, she can take care of her." Looking at the list of the hospitals, he saw one in NY City that is marked, it's the hospital where his friend works.





"Then that is good. It will be better for her to leave Country O. Then the next is you, we need to make you disappear but since I dont currently have the skills to make you completely disappear yet. for now, you have to completely go off missing from peoples radar." Aaron said looking seriously at Timothy before continuing telling him about the idiotic and stupid plan that his sister came up with.





"Trinity Crown will not give up on you. So for the meantime, we are gonna do something stupid and idiotic. Which will let the gang occupied with their internal affairs for months at least."





Hearing what Aaron said to Timothy he had a sunken feeling in his stomach.



"What are you two going to do?" Timothy asked with a dubious and uncertain feeling in his stomach running wild.







"The higher-ups are very ambitious, so we are going to give them an opportunity to seize the throne. It's nothing much we are going to hold an election whoever wins will be the one to rule the Trinity Crown." Aurora said slowly raising the corners of her lips.





"The Blood Rose will assassinate the Leader of the Trinity Crown gang." Looking at Timothy she gave a grin while leaking a bit of her killing intent making both Aaron and Timothy gulp unconsciously.

Ian reincarnated into a world without magic.

Soon, he found himself in a dilemma.

One consciousness operating two different body, one male 
and one female.

Ian cursed with laziness and passive idleness, how is he going to live his life operating two different bodies. 

This is a story about a person, who operates two different bodies trying to live an idiotic and lazy but abnormal life.

(A wild older twin sister appears.)
Aurora: Don't forget about me!!! I am cute and Awesome too.

Aaron: Oh, will you shut it! I'm the MC FFS!!!!

Nyx: I am you and you are me.

Aurora: Ignore both of them, I am the best girl!!! 
(*w*)/Teehee~!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The cover of the book is not mine, I took that from pixiv.

I'm an amateur at this. This is my first book I'm young and inexperienced, so if there are any mistakes? Please, help me improve it and let me know.


[Current weakly chapter release is at 5 chapters a week, from Wednesday to Sunday. Might raise up release in the future.]

And enjoy the book. :-)

good for 12 year olds novel

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