A collection of self-written poems in Filipino, English, and a little bit of French

A collection of self-written poems in Filipino (Volume I), English (Volume II), and a little bit of French (Volume III)

Sharing the world through poetry. Art should cultivate love, the self, and the society.

I also post these on IG @Je_personify

this is a collection of poems written by me about different themes and with different points of view about the life, the love, hate, loneliness and much more. 
this collection of poems would be in Spanish and English.

Liv Moore had dreamed of moving away her whole life. and finally she got the chance to go abroad . but unfortunately her life there started as nothing she thought it would be until she met famous musician and singer Shawn Mendes..

Will her life be everything she wanted it to be or would it be worse?

Find out more from Liv's point of view.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a supreme ruler.

Since he can kill a celestial being, he can, therefore, call on the sacrosanct, divine powers wielded by the gods.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a lord.

Since the power to kill a deity is in his hands, he, therefore, looms over all mortals on Earth.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a devil.

Since all mortals who live in the world, none can assume the power to match his!

That being said, it is something of an unspoken truth that Campione are knuckleheads at heart. For they are not only the only humans to have slain a Heretic God, they are also the only humans foolish enough to try in the first place.



Reino the 8th Campione come to live in Japan!!

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A Campione – a Godslayer – is a supreme ruler.

Since he can kill a celestial being, he can, therefore, call on the sacrosanct, divine powers wielded by the gods.


The illicit relationship between Pandora and Ephimateus had produced an unwanted child. A being filled with evil things. a ritual of transferring power, which can only be obtained by sacrificing a god. in other words all the conditions have been met. a gift from heaven. your victory from 'Suparṇna' has fulfilled all the necessary things. "

"Who are you?"

"Pandora, the goddess of all women. You will be reborn as' Campione ',' the god-slayer ',' the fool ', the devil', 'king of kings',' Campione '."

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a lord.

Since the power to kill a deity is in his hands, he, therefore, looms over all mortals on Earth.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a devil.

Since all mortals who live in the world, none can assume the power to match his!

That being said, it is something of unspoken truth that Campione is a knucklehead at heart. For they are not only the only humans to have slain a Heretic God, but they are also the only humans foolish enough to try in the first place.


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In this seven or day in our life why does korea and north korea never agree in english,
They king illsok who discovered a words for there own land
In my mid school days i watch voltes 5 bioman but they are  korea words after a years k pop come
Like bts,, and other but they song diffirent realy we do understand the meaning,
Why king illsok of korea does not give her people a chance 
To english
Like if look the hello in korea diffirent
A simple term in english like good morning
But korea is so different why king illsok
Just lets learn english
Why they do it in a hard way
Why king illsok
Just declare english look
If you go to there mother land
Food is different but if go to america
Simple hamburger, 
Why korea agree in even them 
Never understand there ways
I  heard a music autv is singer in korea
The tittle of the song is simple blooming
But if read the meaning is u ken understand the words
Or phrase ,, i sing it even do i never understand
Because of the beat drum like i all ready now
The meaning,,
But realy question why king illsok
Do words like this annyong ,, kasamida
Why a simple meaning 
Why king illsok do this
May they on time korea words there is war 
In land and before the time of sodom and
Gomorra
Humanity just began spreading in any part of the globe
Like if you spanish all go in direction if you korea
You go that way if english you go that way
After the sodom and gomorra period
King ill sok decided this our words ,,,
But problem even him never understand i believe
Even there uncestor do not get the meaning
Of a simple phrase ,,
Its no fair 
I hope some day there words just gone make other
A simple words for every korean
A free and simple  words to know
I hope korea is not just the end,, for humanity
I hope king illsok  give simple words for mother land
Like help. I never understand korea.
Help a simple words ,,,
It means i need help,, 
I hope my words will help
Our korea country
And forget kasamida
And move 
I hope king ill sok
U founded ande give meaning
That life is just pure k pop
Not kasamidad
Just a  english 
Like lets eat,,,
Thank,,,
I understand japan words
Look is more better
That japan
Japan know a singel  words like sony 
Panasonic and the other just simple pure japan
But just simple words like panasonic, national
They ken undestand ,, and under just junk
I meet a chinse girl name cherry chen,.,,
I tell my heart to her in english like 
I like u for a moment there life
Began 
There water in mars,,,
Finaly i meet a girl   but
One thing is wrong i was block
I that even the alien dont come to kill
Some man
They leave as
Why why korea chinse and other so cold k pop
Just like bts but like  emme or limpbiskit
Life does fair a simple english,, and a little bit korea
Super king jong mon
We just break my love one broke the glass
Why cherry chen just like that
I on my life then and i just die,
Die like a sand 
Do believe sand has heart
And ears u better believe that u  are crazy
,, but they life is box of chocolate we all late in school
Late in work late, in sleep,,
Why we so late,,,,,,late
So late cherry  and i were so late that we never
Taste of cokecola or pepsi we spent of days texting
And the connection fail
She just block,, miss call ..
Call,,again she gone foever i hope
Cherry will see me here and nice profile 
Is a abstract,, who does that
This is a error sorry your writting are stupid, words
Encounter in mars,,,
We appollo crid just  nockout by who else rock balboa in
Movie take to the amazon..
Is the amazon or  just rock 5

Tells of Naho Sasaki's middle school days. Naho who came from the 15th century in Japan was forced to go to the modern era with a new identity. However, Naho had to face trials. But, there are men who are close to her who are always loyal to help her. 

This story only focuses on Naho.

Kazuma was oblivious to the conversation between those two old men in the kabuki.
He still had one last lesson left.
Because of the incident that morning, Kazuma was very unhappy with Yamada Yoichi. Hence, he was paying particular attention during class today.
Although he felt that the exams in Japan were simpler compared to China's National College Entrance Examination, the problem was that he did not transmigrate immediately after his high school graduation.
It had been many years since he sat for the National College Entrance Exam.
Hence, trying to get into Tokyo University without a refresher was like a fool's dream.
Therefore, he had to listen attentively.
Kazuma felt weird when he thought about how he had just beaten up a yakuza boss yet was now paying attention in class and taking notes like a model student.
During the break, the news that the student with the poorest grades from Class 3B was applying to Tokyo University had spread throughout the entire third grade. Kazuma would attract curious looks even when he was going to the washroom.
The instigator of all this, Yamada Yoichi, even ran to Kazuma's side as soon as lessons ended. He chatted loudly with his small clique, saying things like, "Sigh, last time, I got a deviation value of *** during the mock exam at my cram school, but even this deviation value might not get me into Tokyo University, so I could only settle for the second best."
And so on.
Kazuma wanted to pick up his bamboo sword and slam it on Yamada's face.
However, on second thought, Kazuma should defeat him academically since Yamada was mocking his grades.
Once the results were out, Kazuma would wrap his exam slip that would have a higher score than Yamada's on his bamboo sword and give him a hard slap on the head.
So Kazuma decided to swallow his pride for now.
Right now, the yakuza was still observing the situation. Although he did not know how long they would be watching, there should be a period of relative peace. He had to take this opportunity to get used to the pace of Japanese education. The time outside the classroom should be used to practice kendo, so he probably would not have much time to study outside the school. He could only work harder in class.
However, Kazuma would gladly accept any opportunity to show off his intelligence and deal a blow to Yamada's arrogance.
He had never looked forward to an exam so much.
He hoped the next test was on Mathematics or English.
Japanese History would be fine too. Kazuma was quite familiar with Japan's history, especially the Warring States Period.
But please, no Japanese language exams.
Similar to the original Kiryuu Kazuma, the current Kazuma's Japanese was the worst in class.
After all, in his previous life, Kazuma was only a beginner in the Japanese language. He knew only simple words like "big brother" and "let's go."
However, there was only one last lesson left today. It seemed like the plan of mocking Yamada back with the results of class quizzes was going to fail today.
After the bell rang, Kazuma looked out of the window and imagined for the umpteenth time when Tokyo University would send out their offers.
The enrollment of Japanese universities was very different from that in China.
To get into a university in Japan, one had to pass an exam in January that's similar to the high school graduation exam. It's called the National University Entrance Exam.
Only those who had reached the cut-off point for this exam would then be qualified to apply to the school they wanted to study in.
The real test was after the application. The target universities would set their own papers and exam venues for their candidates.
All public and national universities would set their exams on the same day. Therefore, strictly speaking, you could only apply to one Japanese university. If you went to sit for the Tokyo University exam, it would be impossible for you to take the exams for another national university.
Therefore, it would not be possible to choose a lower-grade university as a backup plan like what people did in China, and the only choice left would be private schools. In theory, one could never choose national or public universities as their backup plan.
However, the tuition fees of Japan's private universities were terrifying.
The Kiryuu family might not even be able to afford to send Kazuma to a national university. If he were to go to a private school… Chiyoko would have to sell herself.
Although Chiyoko was the cause of the series of trouble that the Kiryuu family was facing now, Kazuma had already beaten her up, which had made her reflect deeply on her mistakes. Yesterday, the two siblings had even fought side by side, and judging from the results, Chiyoko had saved Kazuma's life yesterday.
Therefore, Kazuma did not want such a good sister to encounter anything terrible.
The past was irreversible, so Kazuma decided to consider how to achieve the best result in the current situation.
Sell the dojo, take the money to invest, and then get into Tokyo University using his own abilities—this was the best solution.
After graduating from Tokyo University, Kazuma would be a newly-promoted member of the upper class.
In order to achieve this optimal solution, Kazuma had to be strong in both kendo and academics.
Just when Kazuma had made up his mind, the English teacher entered the classroom.
Kazuma was delighted when he saw the stack of papers in the English teacher's hands.
A class quiz!
The English teacher put down the stack of papers and adjusted his spectacles. "Let's do a small quiz today. I'll give you until the end of the class. Class representative, come, distribute the papers."
The class rep stood up and walked to the podium. She took the papers and began to distribute them.
Kazuma was already rubbing his hands together excitedly.
After all, he had been a senior commercial representative of a foreign trade company in his previous life! Bragging about his company's products to foreigners was his daily work.
Speaking English was the basic requirement of his job. His performance award and year-end bonus depended on it.
Kazuma soon received the paper.
He took a quick glance and grinned.
At this moment, he heard Yamada mumbling to his table partner, "The worst student in the class laughed when he saw the paper. Did he give up because he can't answer a single question?"
"I don't think so. Maybe he has just encountered some similar questions before."
Kazuma ignored them and picked up his pen to write.
Time passed quickly. When Kazuma filled in the last blank on the paper, he looked up at the clock on the wall. There were still more than ten minutes left before the end of the class.
Kazuma wanted to submit the paper and leave. Whether it was in university or high school, Kazuma had always liked to hand in the paper immediately after finishing it. That's because for some reason, if he turned back to check his answers, he would often change the correct answers to the wrong ones, so it was better not to check.
Just as Kazuma was about to stand up, slap the papers on the podium, and leave, he thought of something.
This was Japan. Although you could hand in your papers in advance, it would make your teachers and classmates think that there was something wrong with you.
Hence, Kazuma decided to take a nap on the table.
Not long after he rested his head on the table, he was knocked over the head by the teacher. "Kiryuu-kun! Please take the quiz seriously!"
Kazuma got up, glanced at the teacher, and smiled. "I am taking it seriously. I've finished the paper."
The teacher frowned and glared at Kazuma while Kazuma looked back at him honestly.
He picked up Kazuma's script suspiciously and started to read from the first question…
Then, Kazuma saw a note appear above the English teacher's head: "Daydream."
After he focused his attention on the note, the description went: "I must be dreaming."
'What the f*ck, how stupid was the original owner of this body? Look at how scared the teacher is. He is doubting his life.'
The English teacher took less than a minute to look through all his answers. It was not that his reading speed was fast, but the paper itself was very short.
Kazuma had already gotten used to the super long papers in his past life that could be folded several times and were densely packed with words.
Japanese test papers were A3 in size, and the print was huge.
Kazuma had finished answering the questions quickly, and the teacher read them quickly.
The English teacher put the paper back in front of Kazuma and turned to look at the paper of the girl on Kazuma's right-hand side. To be fair, the girl was in the best position if Kazuma wanted to copy the answers.
However, the girl had not finished writing. Obviously, Kazuma could not have copied her answers.
The English teacher turned to Kazuma and asked seriously, "Did you… attend a cram school during the winter break?"
When Kazuma was about to share the story he had just made up to explain why he suddenly became smart, the teacher shook his head. "No, no cram school lesson can produce such huge progress. You…"
Kazuma was now excited to hear how this teacher would comment on his totally different English level.
However, it was apparent that the teacher was at a loss for words.
"You… Uh… You did well," the teacher said. "But to prove that you didn't rely on any external help in doing this paper, I want you to translate what I say."
Then, the teacher spoke with a strong Japanese accent.
Kazuma frowned.
He heard Yamada laugh loudly.
Perhaps the core member of this class thought that Kazuma was going to make a fool of himself.
Kazuma was also embarrassed.
His English was very strong, especially his speaking skills. However, the problem was that the Japanese accent was too hard to understand.
In Japan, English teachers used Japanese pronunciations to "localize" English words. This was to reduce the difficulty of learning English.
Anyone who had watched Jet Li's version of "Wong Fei Hung" would know a meme called "Ai Laohu Yo[1]," which was actually "I love you" but in a weird Chinese accent.
As an analogy for the Japanese English education system, they had used "Ai Laohu Yo" as the standard pronunciation.
In his past life, Kazuma was able to chat with foreigners fluently, but he couldn't understand what this English teacher was saying at all.
The only thing that he managed to catch was the last sentence, which seemed to be about a shining star…
Yamada shouted, "Sensei, don't make things difficult for him. You spoke too fast, even I can't understand…"
The class rep chided, "Yamada! We are still having class. Don't be so loud!"
Kazuma glanced at the class rep and could not help but exclaim, 'She's such a beauty… Hold up!'
Kazuma was inspired.
When he saw the class rep this morning, he'd tried to recite a poem to describe her beauty and see if it could give him a buff.
Reciting poems?
Could it be an English poem that the teacher had just recited with those strange intonations?
A shining star? Perhaps the last word was "winter's midnight"?
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar.
This was Shelley's "To Wordsworth," the favorite piece of any young man who wanted to show off his literary acumen.
Even though Kazuma looked dull and unrefined after becoming a senior commercial representative, who had not pretended that they loved literature when they were young?
So Kazuma cleared his throat and recited what the teacher had just said in standard American English.
In fact, he wanted to recite the full poem to show off, but unfortunately, Kazuma only remembered the most famous line and the line before and after it.
After reciting it, Kazuma looked at the note above his teacher's head and realized that the "Daydream" note was gone. Instead, it was now "Ashamed."
'Eh? Did I overdo it? I should restrain myself and not embarrass my teacher too much…'
However, with that thought in mind, Kazuma opened his mouth and said, "Sensei, your pronunciation was not good. It took me a lot of effort to recognize that it was Shelley's poem."
[1] Literally means "love tiger oil" in Chinese


Tired of the rat race of the 21st century, Wang Jian transmigrates to 1980, hoping to start his life anew and seek his fortune. 
Now living as Kiryuu Kazuma, he inherits a family dojo in Katsushika District, Tokyo. Blessed with a cute younger sister, a spacious house, and absolute freedom after both of Kazuma's parents died, everything seems to bode well for Kazuma's new life. Soon, however, all kinds of problems start to surface. Unable to recruit any students for the dojo, the Kiryuu siblings find it hard to make ends meet. 
One day, they are horrified to find a dead rooster hanging outside their door. It is a death threat from a Yakuza syndicate, urging them to sell their dojo cheaply! What should Kazuma do? Please send help. It's urgent!
Never mind. Happiness is all that matters.
Now then, face the storm! 
Kazuma with his newfound cheat is invincible!

The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

Today was 'the big day', as his grandmother had called it, but for Ace, it was just another day. He woke up at an unholy time - like he always did, and went through his newly modified workout. It had gotten to the point where he wore the weight straps every time he was inside the house - this included when working out. It caused his muscles to always be sore, but the benefits greatly outweighed the costs, pun, most certainly intended. With his fast recovery, there was no chance to overwork the body, and so he was perfectly healthy. Therefore, the weights only came off when he left the house, or had a shower, and every day, taking them off felt great. His body felt lighter, faster, nimbler, and just all-around superior.

As he dressed up in his uniform, hair recently dried from the shower, he picked up a black tactical backpack, which had already been prepared the day before. Ichugama offered to drive him, being the first day and all, but Ace just chose to skate there, it was early, and he could always get public transport regardless. It was a pleasant ride, it was still quite early, and the air was fresh. Ace skated, weaving through the hustle and bustle of countless people going to work. On the way, he spotted multiple cars with people his age inside. Some even saw him, but were probably not paying enough attention to realise he was wearing a uniform as well.

As he got closer to the school, he saw that cars were beginning to stop, and students were getting out, and making their way to the school gates, whilst meeting up with friends. Ace had already been informed as to where he should go, so instead of going straight to the classroom, he went to the reception, where a kind-looking man looked at him, smiled, and asked him to follow him in English.

On the way there, however, there was something that caught his eyes, there were poems around the walls, inscribed in kanji, however, the poems had a very similar feel to some he had seen before. "Excuse me?", Ace asked in Japanese, ���Do you mind telling me who wrote these poems?"

"Of course not, it was Miss Agame, if I remember correctly, she is a senior.", he said, and Ace smiled, thanking him for his help.

 He asked for Ace to sit down, and then handed him his schedule, which he quickly memorised with a cursory glance and then folded it, and stored it in his pocket, he would have to get rid of it when he could. The man noticed this and smiled, before continuing to explain, he asked if a map of the school was necessary, but Ace had already been given one in his last meeting, which he had memorised, and so it was not needed. Then, after a short explanation of some of the school's regulations, he asked Ace to wait until his teacher came.

It was only a short wait, before an old man came, he had a cane, and appeared to lean into it, but Ace could tell that it was all fake, the old man could walk perfectly. In fact, it was the state of the cane that gave it away, usually, it would have drag marks, and would bump with the side of the user's foot, however, this one was perfectly flat. Ace made no comment, and just stood up, greeting his teacher respectfully.

"Good. Now come, we must get to class.", he then said no more, and mock-hobbled to the classroom.

They entered the large classroom, and instantly, all students were quiet, and got back to their seats. The silence only lasted a matter of seconds, however, as soon, they spotted Ace, and the murmurs began. Ace heard all of them, but there was nothing surprising, nothing he had not heard before. He just stood with his back straight, but in a relaxed, open manner. He made eye contact with his classmates, and while they were analyzing him, he was analysing them.

The teacher smiled at his students, and said, "As you can see, we have a new student, so I do hope you show him the way, and help him with anything he needs.", he said, before sitting down, and asking Ace to sit wherever there was an empty seat. He then rested his head back, and closed his eyes.

Ace looked back at his chittering classmates, and walked forward, asking, "Where should I sit?"

Immediately, shouts from around the room sounded out, and Ace just waited, 'And right about… Now.'

Right as that final thought passed through his head, a boy stood up, "Come on guys, let's be calm, look there are multiple empty seats around, the room, so what if we do this, for the next week, you sit in one seat each day, and then you can choose one. Does that seem fair to everyone?"

They all agreed with grumbles, and then the boy turned around, brushing his long, brown hair out of his face, "I'm Botan, the classroom president.", he said this in English, and Ace smiled, not intending to tell them he could speak Japanese, at least not for the moment. He knew they would soon know, since they had classes in Japanese, but for now, letting them talk to each other in Japanese, so as to gauge their first impressions of him would be useful.

"I'm Ace, pleased to meet you.", he paused momentarily, "Is there a particular place where I should sit?"

The boy looked at him from his feet to his eyes, and answered with a question of his own, "Do you do sports?"

This was a question he had expected, after all, by looking at his body and posture, he could tell that Botan practised sports as well. "Yeah.", Ace nodded, "I swim sometimes, but nothing too crazy."

"Ah… I see.", he then turned around slightly, "Ok, you should sit next to me for today, I'll show you the way around the school, and answer any questions you may have.", he said, before showing him to the two empty seats that were on the front row.

Ace heard the grumbles, and so did Boten most likely, but they ignored them, and they sat down. As soon as they did, however, it became free season, and people quickly crowded around Ace, asking him a multitude of questions.

"Ok guys, calm down, if you have a question, wait for him to answer one, and then ask.", A girl said, and they all seemed to listen to her suggestion, "Ok.", one boy began, "How long have you been living in Japan?"

"Uhhh, about a week, give or take.", "Ah cool, well if you need anything or have any questions about the city, just ask, I am sure that I can help you.", he said, and Ace smiled at him in thanks,  and he heard more than a few sighs of contentment.

"Have you ever tried modelling?", a girl asked, but before Ace could get to it, a girl shrieked, "Of course he has, do you not know who he is?"

'Well, that was quick.', Ace thought, as he turned to look at the triumphant girl.

"He's famous!", she bellowed, and everyone looked quizzically at each other, until a boy shouted as well, "Yes! I knew I recognised him! He's a streamer, a famous one! Look!", he said, showing his phone at the class, "He has millions of followers!"

At this, the class went into a commotion, and Ace just leaned back on his chair, and waited for them to ask questions, it most certainly did not take long, "Why are you here?", "Do you have a girlfriend?" , "Will you stay long?", and many more.

The story of a boy overcome with pain, that suddenly isn't.

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The story is about a boy, Ace, who is suddenly healed from his pain. He decides to make the best out of his god (?) given gift.

You can expect politics, show business, videogames, sports, and much more.

I hope you enjoy the novel, Happy Reading!




The image does not belong to me, full credits to the creator, if you wish for me to remove it, contact me at: insidiouswebnovel@gmail.com

अभिव्यंजना is a Sanskrit / Hindi word which means 'expression of ideas, thoughts and feelings'.
I am a blogger, author, musician and a poet. I write in Hindi, Urdu and English. This particular book is for my Hindi Poems. I also plan to publish another one especially for my English Poem Collection.
I created my first poem when I was in 6th grade / class. It was year 2000. It was a silly one of course. The first poem that won me a prize was " Plantation" (Hindi Poem) and "Adventures of India" ( an English Poem) in 2003 while I was in High School in a Rural Town.

Later I posted some poems in my blog, and at the request of a few Readers created a Separate Blog titled 'Abhivyanajanaa' www.abhivyanjanaa.blogspot.com 
I decided to share my poems here to see the response based on which I may write Novels and Short Stories in Hindi as well.

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