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Find out more from Liv's point of view.

Kazuma was shocked.
He didn't know reciting poems could trigger buffs too!
No wonder all the famous generals during the Japanese Warring States Period liked to recite poems or sing a few lines from musicals before heading to the battlefield.
So it appeared that a possible reason for the fact that Nishikiyama Heita did not fall despite being under continuous attacks for so long was that he harbored no evil thoughts. But how could a yakuza man possibly be not evil? That's impossible!
Kazuma did not believe that there was such a thing as a kind yakuza member. That only existed in games.
In fact, Nishikiyama had done all sorts of bad things too. If Kazuma had been the one who lost today, the dojo would probably be sold cheaply. Chiyoko and Fujii would face ill fates too.
Therefore, Kazuma believed that his mental buff had been effective on Nishikiyama. The fact that he could resist for so long meant that he was not a simple person.
But he said that Tsuda Masaaki was more ruthless than him. What kind of monster could he be?
Kazuma tensed up again.
He had to sell the dojo as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knew what other monsters would appear?
Besides, he had to think of alternative plans.
If he could not sell the dojo at a fair price, then he could only rely on the power provided by his cheat to fight back against his enemies.
Judging from today's situation, he'd been in a state of emotional outburst. After he recited a poem, he was able to compete with a veteran yakuza like Nishikiyama Heita.
Of course, the fighting ground was to his advantage too. If they'd been in a narrow place with a lot of miscellaneous items, Kazuma would probably have been badly beaten up. Even Chiyoko would not have been of help.
In that case, his cheat had been quite useful. At least, he could choose the fighting ground based on his opponents' weaknesses.
All in all, it was a hard-fought match. Kazuma had gained a significant advantage in terms of the surrounding environment. Also, the temporary surge of emotions had been helpful too.
There were obviously two ways to enhance his strength. One was to level up through hard work. The cheat had given him a number for each skill, so he should be able to level up.
Another way was to figure out the pattern of emotional outbursts and try to achieve that freely.
Kazuma decided to trigger his anger.
Hence, he began to imagine that something bad had happened to Fujii.
Then, he realized that it was useless.
He tried other methods, such as recalling the times when he met toxic people in games in his previous life.
Again, it was ineffective.
He tried many ways, but none of them made him angry.
Perhaps he could not get angry just by thinking about it. He could only wait until something really happened.
When he really encountered sh*tty things or people, he wouldn't be able to hold his anger even if he wanted to. Therefore, Kazuma was not in a hurry to master the secret of becoming angry at any time.
Once he had the money and time in the future, he could find a good psychiatrist or actor and learn emotional control from them.
Kazuma decided to try something else first.
He wanted to test the effects of reciting poems.
After reciting a well-known poem from his past life, he checked his condition.
Nothing new had appeared, and the note "Protector of Home and Family" was also gone because the time was up.
Kazuma decided to try another poem.
But it was still useless.
'Could it be this too depends on the situation? Maybe the buff can only be triggered when I recite poems with the right conditions?'
To verify this idea, he decided to recite a poem that matched the current circumstances to see if it was effective.
He reached into his mind to feel his emotions.
The excitement from the fight was still lingering in his body. Although his body was aching, he felt like he had just escaped death. It was a relaxed feeling.
Kazuma suddenly felt that he should not be reciting a poem right now. Perhaps humming a song was more appropriate.
Besides, there was no need to keep it to himself. He could hum it aloud.
After all, it would be strange to suddenly recite a poem at this moment, but humming a suitable tune to express his feelings would be understandable.
Hence, Kazuma started to hum. The song he chose was the theme song of the popular show "You Must Cross the River of Wrath." Kazuma still hadn't found out the real name of the song, so he was used to calling it "La Ya La" because the song kept repeating "La Ya La."
As Kazuma hummed the tune of "La la la la," he sensed a pleasant change to his mood.
He did not know how to describe it, but he found a new note in his status column.
"Victory Song"
The description was: "Have a drink after victory and hum a song. It is good for the body and mind."
'F*ck, why?'
'Why is it always so vague? Why don't you tell me how it benefits the body and mind?!'
Despite his complaints, Kazuma continued to hum. Drinking was probably out of the question as Japan was very strict in this regard. Buying alcohol before the age of 20 was not an easy task. Furthermore, there was no alcohol in the huge abode of the Kiryuu family.
As Kazuma continued to hum, he suddenly realized that he had gone from Actual Combat 3 to Actual Combat 4.
So that seemed to be the case. Extra experience points could be obtained through methods like this.
Who designed this cheat? Kazuma wanted to give him a good beating right now—'Can't you make it simpler?'
Since the cheat was designed as such, Kazuma would have to hum a tune and drink a little after every fight in the future. He might even need to appreciate cherry blossoms or something in order to maximize the experience points…
It was a wonderful lifestyle, but the people around him would probably think that Kiryuu Kazuma was a freak!
***
Nishikiyama Heita was already falling asleep. He had no doubt in Bandō's loyalty, so he trusted that he could handle it.
However, he suddenly heard Kiryuu Kazuma humming.
Besides, the tune he was humming was the theme song of Takakura Ken's masterpiece, "You Must Cross the River of Wrath."
He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Kiryuu Kazuma. He found that this young man was sitting in the middle of the dojo, facing the side door.
The side door was wide open. Outside, there was a large engawa[1] that did not match the Kiryuu family's financial situation, as well as a courtyard with a dried pond.
The Kiryuu family did not have any money, so the pond had been dry for a long time. The bamboo device on the side of the pond that was meant to supply water was no longer operational either.
After all, this device was only used by the rich who pursued Zen, tranquility, and peace in their courtyard. The poor had other things to bother about other than Zen.
Although the entire courtyard was dilapidated, the huge cherry blossom tree in the center was still blooming exuberantly with cherry blossoms.
There was no wind, but the petals of the cherry blossoms fluttered in the early night, as if echoing Kiryuu Kazuma's tune.
Nishikiyama frowned slightly.
When he first came to Honjima from Okinawa, he had practiced kendo for a period of time, during which he heard many bizarre stories.
It was said that when a kendo master's sword skills had reached a certain level, they could unlock the Mind's Eye and comprehend the ultimate meaning of the Union of Heaven and Man.
Nishikiyama always took it with a pinch of salt.
But now, as he listened to Kiryuu Kazuma's humming and looked at the falling cherry blossoms in the night breeze, Nishikiyama was no longer certain.
Could it really exist?
However, after staring at the cherry blossoms for a while, he felt that he was thinking too much. The petals of the cherry blossoms were just falling normally, dancing in the breeze that could not be sensed in the room.
However, no matter what, Kiryuu Kazuma was definitely no ordinary person since he could hum tunes so calmly after a deathmatch.
Nishikiyama whispered Kiryuu Kazuma's surname.
"Kiryuu…"
In Japan, there were plenty of Chinese characters with the same pronunciation. The pronunciation "Kiryuu" could mean the surname "Kiryuu" or "a radiant dragon."
'A dragon…'
Nishikiyama sighed softly.
"Dragons are lonely," he whispered.
At that time, Kazuma was still humming his tune, so he did not hear what Nishikiyama had said. Otherwise, he would have been shocked. This was because Nishikiyama had said that "Dragons are lonely" in a colloquial way, which sounded almost the same as "Like A Dragon" in Japanese.
And "Yakuza: Like A Dragon" was Kazuma's favorite yakuza-themed video game.
The name of the game itself contained the meaning that "Dragons Are Lonely."
If Kazuma had heard Nishikiyama, he might think that he was also a transmigrator.
It was also worth mentioning that the protagonist in "Yakuza: Like A Dragon" was called Kiryu Kazuma, which shared almost the same pronunciation as Kiryuu Kazuma.
However, Kiryuu Kazuma would definitely not take the same path as the game character Kiryu Kazuma.
A dragon that came from the east was no doubt different from a native one.
Of course, Nishikiyama did not know about this. He was just recalling what Kiryuu Kazuma had said.
Kiryuu Kazuma had said that he would not join the yakuza. Initially, Nishikiyama did not believe it. Kiryuu Kazuma was a sharp blade, and Nishikiyama planned to recruit him once the siblings were desperate.
From the looks of it now, it was very likely that Kiryuu Kazuma would never join the yakuza.
It was a pity that he would be smashed into pieces in the fight against the Tsuda Family.
Nishikiyama took another puff calmly and made up his mind. This young man had obtained his recognition, and he wanted to watch him as he walked toward the end of his life.
'If you die, I will take care of your sister,' he said to Kiryuu Kazuma in his heart.
[1] An edging strip of flooring in Japanese architecture that resembles a porch


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!

Seiji had begun receiving love letters every day ever since the second week after transferring into Genhana High School.
Most girls had only sent him only one love letter, but there were a few that had sent him multiple ones.
And among the few that sent him multiple letters, there was only one girl who had sent him a love letter every single day.
According to Chiaki’s definition, this girl’s love letters were the first type. All the envelopes were light purple, and the letters were written on pure white paper. None of the letters were particularly long, but it was obvious each one contained the girl’s emotions. The handwriting was also beautiful.
There was only one word written for the signature—"Purple."
At first, Seiji had wondered what type of girl "Purple" might be, but he didn’t pay it a great deal of thought.
Due to everything that had happened in the previous few days, he even forgot about it.
Until this moment.
When he was taken here to this corner and met this purple-haired beauty for the first time, he instinctively realized that... this girl must be "Purple."
A slight breeze was blowing, causing the leaves to rustle.
The girl’s dark purple hair was swaying gently in the wind.
She simply stood there with both hands clasped in front of her as she smiled lightly.
Her beautiful eyes were almost the exact same light purple as the envelopes she used. They looked deep and watery and the pupils flashed and reflected flickering shadows. This, combined with her thin crescent eyelashes and pink lips arced upwards in a faint smile, caused Seiji to think of a line from an unknown poem from somewhere: "Playing with lowered eyelashes and a faint smile amongst the shadows."
She was beautiful, regal, and the epitome of a classic beauty.
Just her physical appearance alone was worthy of the nickname "Princess."
While Seiji was unfamiliar with her personality, he believed that her level of beauty was definitely equal to Natsuya’s.
"Hello, pleased to meet you, Harano-san." The purple-haired beauty bowed slightly towards him. "My name is Yukari Asamiya, from Year 1, Class 3."
Yukari?
This was a popular name in Japan in his previous world, and he faintly recalled that the female lead of some classical anime seemed to have this name as well. This name... that was probably one of the reasons for her signature of "Purple."
"Hello." Seiji looked directly at her. "Asamiya-san... are you ‘Purple?’"
"Indeed." Yukari stood up straight and smiled at him. "I’m ‘Purple,’ as you surmised."
"It’s easy to guess after meeting you." Seiji also smiled. "Your eyes, your hair, and your name... all these hints are too obvious."[1]
Yukari’s smile grew wider.
"I really love purple... if people’s lives had colors, then mine would surely be purple."
"That sounds quite poetic."
"Really? I said it rather casually... Harano-san, do you like poems?"
Seiji thought of Shika Kagura upon hearing this.[2] "I don’t understand poems too much, but I admire their beauty."
Yukari blinked upon hearing this. "I’m not familiar with poems either, but I don’t know why... my classmates all seem to think that I love reading poems and so on."
"Is it that you actually don’t like them?"
A momentary silence fell between them.
Then, both of them broke out into laughter.
Seiji chuckled. "Sorry, but I can understand why your classmates would think that way. The way you seem... is just like a classy lady who would enjoy reading poems or classical works and the like." 
"It’s not good to judge people by appearances, Harano-san. I’m not that type at all." Yukari also chuckled. "I don’t enjoy poems, nor do I read classics, and I’m definitely not a classy lady or anything."
"Eh... but you definitely have that aura about you."
"I don’t feel so... maybe it’s thanks to my upbringing that my actions appear that way. I had a strict family education." Yukari toyed with her hair.
Seiji felt that this tiny action was rather charismatic.
"Princess..." he understood already why people referred to her as such, but she herself was... a bit different from what he had imagined.
Well, that was normal.
It would be abnormal if the well-known nicknames in this school were completely accurate!
"Harano-san..."
Yukari looked directly into Seiji’s eyes.
"This is your first time meeting me. As for me... I’ve already been watching you for quite some time."
Yukari’s cheeks began to flush slightly red.
The atmosphere just earlier had been normal, but now it suddenly seemed a bit romantic.
Seiji felt himself tensing up slightly.
He was nervous.
"I’ve always been watching you in silence, and writing letters to you. These are my single-sided feelings... I apologize for making you deal with my selfishness. Now... I’ve finally worked up the courage to meet you in person to get to know you."
The purple-haired girl took a deep breath.
Her white face was now completely red, and her watery eyes were filled with attractive colors.
It was coming.
Seiji knew what was coming and mentally prepared himself.
But he was still nervous... of course he was! He had never had such an experience!!
The only experience he had with being confessed to was by Hoshi... No, no, that definitely didn’t count! Forget it! Hurry up and forget about that!!
This was his true first time in either life of his that he was being confessed to!
"Perhaps this is selfish of me to say as well, but I... still want to say that... I-I like you!"
A metaphorical fastball.
A mega-powerful fastball struck Seiji in the chest like a cannon shot!
He had wanted to catch it.
But as a catcher, he severely lacked both experience and ability! It was only natural that he missed.
"I like you..."
He had heard it personally from a girl... these words imbued with many passionate feelings of youth.
This was when Seiji discovered for the first time just how powerful these words could be!
"I’d like to be together with you, chat with you, date with you, and... do various things together with you..."
Yukari was still looking directly at Seiji.
Even though Seiji could tell that she was quite shy about all this, she remained firm and maintained her regal bearing and resolution as she honestly and directly told him her feelings.
Seiji really wanted to avert his gaze in order to hide his own emotions, but he was moved by her resolution, so he could only look directly at her as well.
It was just like a duel.
No, this was a duel! This girl had worked up her maximum amount of courage to completely attack the boy she liked directly, heart and soul!
"I... imagined many things by myself. I want to turn those dreams of mine into reality. I... would like to become someone important to you..."
The girl’s body began trembling.
It was as if something within her had reached its limit.
She took another deep breath.
Seiji almost felt like he wanted to run away at this moment!
It was easy for even him to tell just how deep her feelings accumulated over all this time must have been.
The final blow was coming.
"Please... please go out with me!! Please be my boyfriend!!!"
Her eyes shone incredibly brightly as tears trickled down her face.
Her face was so red that he could almost see the blood beneath her skin.
But even so, her eyes didn’t waver one bit from him.
She kept looking directly into the handsome boy’s eyes.
She completely revealed her true feelings for him to see.
She fully expressed those passionate fiery feelings of hers.
This moment etched itself deeply into Seiji’s mind, and even heart!
There would always be some moments of any person’s life that would be unforgettable even after several years or even dozens of years.
This scene was one of them.
That was how deep, how... beautiful to the point where it was impossible to forget.
Another breeze blew past them.
The tree leaves were rustling again, but Seiji couldn’t hear them.
He had received an impact far stronger than he was expecting, and his heart and soul were moved.
He slowly opened his mouth as he looked at the girl before him, his heart wavering.
"I..."
[1] [TL note: the first character in Yukari’s name is ‘purple.’ The second character in her name is ‘princess.‘]
[2] [TL note: Shika’s name means ‘poem.’]


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

Hey All!
Before Beginning The Story, I would like to take all your best lucks!
I love to write a lot! I wrote a lots of poems and short stories! I even wrote a Travel Story! My Friends Support me a lot! And I wish that I will get the same Support from you all!
The Story will be based on Tokyo, Japan. And Possibly Saitama Prefecture. The plot will be about two siblings who will get sucked in a game! It will be a exciting journey I think So!
And Ya, For Kids Below 13, Read Carefully Bcoz I think The Content Can be Strong, There will be extreme Violence but a swear there will be no Harem! I'm A Pure Guy😂. So, No need to worry about that stuff! 
For the Parents, I think your kid will love it! You all will love it too I swear!
So, That's For Now! Chapters will be Uploaded Soon!!

17 year old siblings Tokei Takayama and Mayumi Takayama were playing a newly Launched Ps5 Game 'WAR AND PEACE' when they got Sucked in the Game....In a world similar to us but with full of War, Crime and injustice...Can they Stop It? Will They Be Able To Return to their World?

The Meiji period marks the re-opening of Japan to the West, ending over two centuries of period of national seclusion, and a period of rapid industrialization. The introduction of European literature brought free verse into the poetic repertoire. It became widely used for longer works embodying new intellectual themes. Young Japanese prose writers and dramatists struggled with a whole galaxy of new ideas and artistic schools, but novelists were the first to assimilate some of these concepts successfully.

Natsume Sōseki's (1867–1916) humorous novel Wagahai wa neko de aru(I Am a Cat, 1905) employed a cat as the narrator, and he also wrote the famous novels Botchan (1906) and Kokoro(1914). Natsume, Mori Ōgai, and Shiga Naoya who was called "god of the novel" as the most prominent "I novel" writer, were instrumental in adopting and adapting Western literary conventions and techniques. Ryūnosuke Akutagawais known especially for his historical short stories. Ozaki Kōyō, Kyōka Izumi, and Ichiyo Higuchi represent a strain of writers whose style hearkens back to early-Modern Japanese literature.


In the early Meiji period (1868–1880s), Fukuzawa Yukichi authored Enlightenment literature, while pre-modern popular books depicted the quickly changing country. Then Realismwas brought in by Tsubouchi Shōyō and Futabatei Shimei in the mid-Meiji (late 1880s–early 1890s) while the Classicism of Ozaki Kōyō, Yamada Bimyo and Kōda Rohan gained popularity. Ichiyō Higuchi, a rare female writer in this era, wrote short stories on powerless women of this age in a simple style in between literary and colloquial. Kyōka Izumi, a favored disciple of Ozaki, pursued a flowing and elegant style and wrote early novels such as The Operating Room (1895) in literary style and later ones including The Holy Man of Mount Koya (1900) in colloquial.

Romanticism was brought in by Mori Ōgai with his anthology of translated poems (1889) and carried to its height by Tōson Shimazaki etc. and magazines Myōjō and Bungaku-kai in early 1900s. Mori also wrote some modern novels including The Dancing Girl (1890), The Wild Geese (1911), then later wrote historical novels. Natsume Sōseki, who is often compared with Mori Ōgai, wrote I Am a Cat (1905) with humor and satire, then depicted fresh and pure youth in Botchan (1906) and Sanshirô (1908). He eventually pursued transcendence of human emotions and egoism in his later works including Kokoro (1914) his last and unfinished novel Light and darkness(1916).

Shimazaki shifted from Romanticism to Naturalism which was established with his The Broken Commandment (1906) and Katai Tayama's Futon (1907). Naturalism hatched "I Novel" (Watakushi-shôsetu) that describes about the authors themselves and depicts their own mental states. Neo-romanticism came out of anti-naturalism and was led by Kafū Nagai, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, Kōtarō Takamura, Hakushū Kitahara and so on in the early 1910s. Saneatsu Mushanokōji, Naoya Shiga and others founded a magazine Shirakaba in 1910. They shared a common characteristic, Humanism. Shiga's style was autobiographical and depicted states of his mind and sometimes classified as "I Novel" in this sense. Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, who was highly praised by Soseki, wrote short stories including Rashōmon (1915) with an intellectual and analytic attitude, and represented Neo-realism in the mid-1910s.

During the 1920s and early 1930s the proletarian literary movement, comprising such writers as Takiji Kobayashi, Denji Kuroshima, Yuriko Miyamoto, and Ineko Sata produced a politically radical literature depicting the harsh lives of workers, peasants, women, and other downtrodden members of society, and their struggles for change.

War-time Japan saw the début of several authors best known for the beauty of their language and their tales of love and sensuality, notably Jun'ichirō Tanizaki and Japan's first winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, Yasunari Kawabata, a master of psychological fiction. Ashihei Hino wrote lyrical bestsellers glorifying the war, while Tatsuzō Ishikawa attempted to publish a disturbingly realistic account of the advance on Nanjing. Writers who opposed the war include Denji Kuroshima, Mitsuharu Kaneko, Hideo Oguma, and Jun Ishikawa.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

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!




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Toshinori pressed the doorbell, his briefcase in his left hand. It was a quiet neighbourhood, with the river and park on the other side of Young Midoriya's apartment complex. Toshinori wondered what mischief his pupil had gotten up to there.
The door opened. Mrs. Midoriya was dressed nicely but not formally, which was refreshing; Toshinori endured public appearances for the public's sake, but he'd never liked being fawned over and flattered in private. Her bow was a bit formal and trembly, but there was an honesty in it so much like her son's it made Toshinori smile.
"W-welcome to our home!" Mrs. Midoriya said. "Please come in!" Her voice was an octave higher than before.
"Thank you," Toshinori said, returning her bow. He was relieved to see Young Midoriya's door closed; he could only see the All Might-themed plaque on the door.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Mrs. Midoriya said. There was a pleasant smell from the kitchen that warmed Toshinori's chest. Papers were spread over the dining room table.
"Just tea, if you have some on," Toshinori said, taking the chair she pulled out for him.
"I'm sorry about the state of the dining area," Mrs. Midoriya said as she bustled around in the kitchen, utensils floating to her at a gesture. "I work from home as an accountant, so things spread a bit while I work."
"It's fine," Toshinori said. "Homes are made to be lived in. My own is a bit spartan."
"Oh?" Mrs. Midoriya said. There was a gentle clatter of dishes being put away, and then she grew in height as she mounted a step to put away some cups on the top shelf.
"I hadn't much time to sit around enjoying it until a few years ago," Toshinori said. He saw Mrs. Midoriya hesitate, heard the question she wanted to ask. "Would you like some help?"
"Oh, no no," Mrs. Midoriya said, "I'm fine. My Quirk only pulls objects toward me; I can get something up off a high shelf with no trouble, but putting it back is more challenging."
Toshinori nodded. "Every Quirk has its drawbacks." Another question. Toshinori was glad she didn't ask that one either. "He is doing well, by the way," he said, opening the briefcase, struggling to pop the right-hand latch with his left hand.
"Oh, please, All Might," Mrs. Midoriya said as her kettle began to whistle, "wait until you've had some tea at least." She started. "Oh! Unless you're busy and need to be somewhere quickly!"
He shook his head, pushing his long hair out of his face. "Not tonight. I set aside extra time in case this took longer than expected."
"Thank you! Again," she bowed, and Toshinori had to smile; Young Midoriya screwed up his face the exact same way.
She brought out two ornate tea cups and a matching pot, black porcelain with green and red pheasants.
Toshinori took his, and his hand slipped, splashing tea over the table.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" they both said, scrambling to clean up the mess. Toshinori pulled away some tea-stained forms, and lifted the partly-soaked newspaper so Mrs. Midoriya could wipe up the mess. Toshinori chuckled.
"Yes?"
"That was a cardio workout, wasn't it?" he said, setting the papers down on the towel.
Mrs. Midoriya gave a nervous laugh, and noticeably relaxed. She looked a bit flushed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to—" Toshinori glanced at the newspaper, and noticed something he'd missed. "Oh, are you a fan of Kimeru-chan? You cut her haiku out of the paper this week." She flushed more. "Sorry! I mean, I am too, I just find her poems very lovely, and when she sang twenty-five or thirty years ago—"
"You're a fan of Kimeru-chan?" Mrs. Midoriya looked flabbergasted.
"Well," Toshinori could feel a flush creeping up his own neck, "she influenced me at a rough time in my life." His smile felt incredibly sheepish. "Her call for change and helping the disadvantaged inspired me. I'm not sure it would've even occurred to me to become the Symbol of Peace without her." A thought sprang into his mind, and he pulled a small, well-worn book out of his pocket. "I have a copy of her first collection of song lyrics and poems here." He smiled. "You can barely make out 'The Lonesome Night' anymore, I've read it so many times."
"'The doe walks alone'," Mrs. Midoriya began.
 
"'Eyes twitching at each rustle'," Toshinori said.
 
"'As the wolves draw close'," Mrs. Midoriya finished.
There was a moment of quiet as they finished reciting. "They were the days before you came along," Mrs. Midoriya said. "We knew society was corrupt, but trying to organize and create change for the better was hard."
Toshinori nodded. "And dangerous." He gave a small smile. "Her poems are lovely, but her songs… every time I listen to them, I find something new."
The rest of his visit, discussing Young Midoriya and Kimeru-chan, passed in a warm glow Toshinori knew, when he stepped outside, he hadn't felt for a long time.
(same night)
Inko sighed, and let the tears start rolling out. He liked Kimeru-chan! She did a little  hopping dance in the sitting area until she was out of breath.
She hummed all through her shower and other evening ablutions, and her sudoku. On a whim, as she was changing for bed, she did her exercises. Things were stiffer than the last time she'd done them. But then, that'd been long before Izuku was born.
(a few days later)
"All Might?" Toshinori started. Young Midoriya was giving him a curious look. As were a couple of other students.
"What is it, Young Midoriya? We were just about to start your Search and Retrieve training." He pulled the instructions out of his pocket.
"What was that tune you were humming?"
"Who cares!" Young Bakugou said from the back of the group. "Let's just get started, Deku!"
"It sounded lovely," Young Uraraka said, ignoring her volatile classmate.
Toshinori chuckled. "Can each of you remember when the drive to become a hero first started moving within you?" There were a few nods and affirmatives; Young Midoriya's was especially forceful. "That song was the moment that drive started moving within me. Japan was a turbulent country when I was young, with crime and violence rampant. When I heard that song for the first time, something in me I had never known was there came to the surface." You could say All Might was born that day. "I had wanted to change this country for years. That was when I realized I could to do it as a hero."
Toshinori almost smiled as Young Midoriya's eyes got shiny.
"So, you had strength and speed like the world has never seen," Young Asui said, "and no one suggested becoming a hero to you?"
"That does seem like a glaring oversight," Young Tokoyami said.
Young Midoriya's almost-crying switched to almost-sweating. Toshinori held up a hand. Don't worry, Toshinori thought, Enough people have tried to find out about my Quirk that I know how to deflect. "It was more my state of mind than anything," he said. "I had accidents trying to figure out my Quirk when I was young, so I set it aside." I won't say how young I was. "By the time I heard that song, I may as well have been Quirkless. But afterward, something clicked."
"Oh!" Young Kirishima punched his palm and looked at Young Bakugou. "Like that time you told me about when you were six and almost blew off your nose!" He hardened just in time to render Young Bakugou's explosion harmless.
"You weren't supposed to tell anyone, dumbass!" The rest of the class was already laughing. Young Midoriya winked at Toshinori. Toshinori winked back.
"All Might Sensei," Young Yaoyorozu said as the laughter died down.
"Yes?"
"What was the song called?"
"'Remember the Sun'," Toshinori said. "By Kimeru-chan, the idol, who was twelve when she recorded it. Anyone reasonably young at the time would know it."

Following the Kamino Ward incident, and U.A.'s switch to an all-dorm system, Inko Midoriya asks that she might regularly meet with a teacher to check up on her son. All Might, with a lighter courseload than his colleagues, volunteers for this responsibility.

A MONK ONCE ASKED KOKUSHI, "WHAT IS THE TRUE BODY OF THE DHARMAKAYA BUDDHA?"

"FETCH ME THE WATER BOTTLE," RESPONDED KOKUSHI.

WHEN THE MONK BROUGHT IT TO HIM, KOKUSHI SAID, "PUT IT BACK WHERE IT WAS." THE MONK, HAVING DONE WHAT HE WAS ASKED TO DO, REPEATED HIS FORMER QUESTION.

KOKUSHI SAID, "ALAS! THE OLD BUDDHA HAS GONE LONG BEFORE!"

What transpired in this small anecdote?

The monk was asking, "What is the true body, the authentic being, which is called by Buddha, dharmakaya?" Dharma means religiousness, and kaya means body. "What is your body of religiousness?"

The master Kokushi said, instead of answering... Zen does not believe in words. It believes in creating particular devices, situations, in which that which cannot be said at least can be indicated.

To anyone in the world outside the Zen atmosphere, it will look absolutely absurd. The master says, "Fetch me the water bottle."

What kind of answer...?

WHEN THE MONK BROUGHT IT TO HIM, KOKUSHI SAID, "PUT IT BACK WHERE IT WAS."

What he has created as a situation... He asked him to bring the water bottle; when he brought it, Kokushi said, "Now put it back where it was." He is saying, "Return to the source. Go where you have come from. Just search within yourself. What is the space you have sprung out of? Go back to the same space and you will know what is the Dharmakaya Buddha."

THE MONK, HAVING DONE WHAT HE WAS ASKED TO DO, REPEATED HIS FORMER QUESTION.

He could not understand that this device has been the answer. He repeated his former question.

KOKUSHI SAID, "ALAS! THE OLD BUDDHA HAS LONG GONE!

I cannot do more than that. Perhaps the old Buddha may have been able to create another situation for you. Whatever I can do, I have done."

But he has done more than enough. He has shown the way, he has indicated that, "Reach to your original source from where you come. Go back there, and you will find the authentic being, the Dharmakaya of Buddha within you."

Rippo wrote on his death:

MOON AND BLOSSOMS SEEN NOW I GO TO VIEW THE LOVELIEST - THE SNOW.

As I have told you again and again, Zen poems are pictures in words - very colorful, very alive.

MOON AND BLOSSOMS SEEN - I have seen the moon, I have seen the great flowers, NOW I GO TO VIEW THE LOVELIEST - THE SNOW - the purity of white snow.

And when it has never melted... There are peaks in Japan where the snow has never melted, always a white line on the mountaintops. In the Himalayas it is on a far bigger scale, eternal snows which have never melted, and nobody has trodden on those snows. There are thousands of places in the Himalayas where no man has ever reached. The purity of those spaces, the silence of those spaces...

There is a valley in the Himalayas; you can see only from the very top down into the valley, thousands of feet down. There is no way to get to the valley, it is so steep. In that valley, perhaps, blossom the most colorful flowers known to man, but they have been known only from far away. That valley is called "The Valley of Gods" - a beautiful name. Those flowers nobody has ever touched; nobody has ever reached into that depth surrounded by eternal snow.

Rippo says, "I have seen the moon and its beauty; I have seen the blossoms and their colors and their fragrance. Now I am going to view the loveliest - the snow." The pure whiteness - symbolizing the eternal purity of your being.

In the morning, Haru, Ritsu, and Kanzaki were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast together.
Watching two girls, Haru had to admit that Ritsu and Kanzaki had a personality which men wanted to marry in their life.
Ritsu was a very cheerful girl and stayed by her side, his mood also became cheerful and she was also very dependable.
It was also the reason why he had made her his secretary and managed some of his business.
Haru knew that Ritsu might be able to manage all of his businesses alone, but he didn't do that since he didn't want her to be too busy so he could see from time to time.
Ritsu's problem was she wasn't a human, she was an artificial intelligence after all.
However, that problem had disappeared and her body had become a human, or, half-human?
Haru wasn't sure, but in the end, in his eyes, Ritsu was just an attractive girl.
For Kanzaki, she was the personification of "Yamato Nadeshiko" itself. She was poised, decorous, kind, gentle, graceful, humble, patient, virtuous, respectful, benevolent, honest, charitable, faithful.
It was what everyone thought, but in truth, Kanzaki was a very rebellious girl.
Though, it was very rare for her to show her rebellious side, when the situation called for her, she would show it without hesitation.
Haru sighed and thought that it was good to stay with both of them, but it was until...
*Ding! Dong!*
Suddenly someone pressed the door alarm of his apartment.
"Who is it?" Haru asked.
"Hmm...." Ritsu smiled and said, "You should open it, Haru."
"......"
Haru looked at Ritsu and suddenly realized who was the one who pressed the bell and caused chaos on his morning.
It wasn't the only time since this person kept pressing the door alarm of his apartment several times.
"......"
Haru sighed and said, "I'll open the door."
Ritsu and Kanzaki nodded and continued to cook breakfast.
Haru walked through the door and said, "We're not going to buy subscribe a daily newspaper."
"I'm not selling newspapers!"
"I don't believe in cults!"
"I'm not going to invite you to a cult!"
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to eat."
"........"
Haru sighed and opened the door and saw three figures in front of him.
One of them was a bipedal octopus and the other two were his ex-classmate and a woman.
"........"
Kaede was in a daze for a while when she saw Haru since this guy became even more handsome.
"Haru, here, I've brought you some of my cooking," Aguri said and showed a plate with something on the top of it.
"........"
Haru looked at the black matter on the top of the plate and asked, "What is that?"
"It's a fried egg," Aguri said.
"Fried egg?"
"Fried egg!"
"........"
Haru looked at Korosensei and Kaede who looked at him with a begging expression. He sighed and said, "Enter."
"Yay!"
---
Kaede and Korosensei ate very fast as if they hadn't eaten for three days and three nights. No one knew what kind of nightmare they faced last night. Just thinking about it made them shudder.
Kanzaki and Ritsu looked at both of them with surprise expressions, and then looked at the black matter in the middle of the table.
"Try this egg! I've just cooked it myself before!" Aguri said with a smile.
"......"
No one was going to reach that black matter.
---
After breakfast was over, Haru, Ritsu, and Kanzaki went out together to take a trip around the country.
Haru might have come to this world, but he felt that it was too troublesome to talk with the rest of his ex-classmates and he felt that it was better to spend his time with Kanzaki and Ritsu.
Kanzaki thought that it was very fun to skip school to have a trip with him. Though, when she looked at Ritsu, she was wondering whether Haru had crossed the border of humanity and even exceeded it.
They had decided to go to Shiga prefecture, where the largest lake in Japan was located, Lake Biwa.
It wasn't that they wanted to go to this place, but they had chosen the location of the trip randomly.
The three of them didn't mind and they wanted to escape from Aguri's black matter which could kill anyone as long as they put it into their mouths.
Haru was wondering how someone could be so bad at cooking, but when he thought about Cecilia, he felt that humans might have one or two shortcomings in their life.
However, at the same time, he realized the only place that he hadn't come to in Japan was probably the smallest major island on Japan which was known as Shikoku Island. But he could do that later and enjoyed his trip to Shiga prefecture.
---
Overlooking the blue lake in front of him, Haru had to admit that Lake Biwa might be the most beautiful lake in the country. He had heard that there were a lot of ancient poems and literature work about this lake, showing how popular this lake was.
Haru also saw the famous Torii gate which was located in the middle of the lake and he could feel some sacred aura from it that would make normal people come and pray to it. As a shrine owner, he could tell that the number of donations of the temple which was located on the nearby lake would be a lot and he was sure that the priest who owned that temple was very rich.
"Haru! Look! That's a lot of birds!" Kanzaki pointed toward the sky.
Haru looked toward the sky and thought that they were really coming at the lucky time since they could see this scenery.
"Every year, there is a time when 5,000 water birds come to this lake. We're really lucky to be able to see this scene directly," Ritsu said. Unlike her previous body, she could feel the change of the temperature and how warm it was when she held his hand. She felt happy with her new body and thought that it was wonderful.
The three of them spent their days wandering around Shiga prefecture, trying various foods, playing games, visiting a number of historic sites, etc.
When five days had passed, Haru sent Ritsu to the world of Black Bullet where Sumire was waiting for her. He knew that Ritsu had given him a chance to talk with Kanzaki alone. He knew that he needed to talk with Kanzaki alone so he was very grateful to Ritsu.
---
Wearing a yukata, Haru and Kanzaki were sitting on the terrace of their room in one of the oldest hotels in Shiga prefecture.
"So she's going back?" Kanzaki asked.
"Yes," Haru said.
"Where is she going?" Kanzaki asked.

"There are a lot of places," Haru said. 
"I see...."
Kanzaki looked at Haru and wanted to ask whether she could come with him. She felt that living with him was more interesting than going to school and for the future, she didn't need to worry since she felt as long as she was with him, they would be able to face any troubles which they might face in the future, but she decided to keep her mouth closed and watched the scenery of Lake Biwa at night which gave another sense of charm.
Kanzaki was mesmerised and said, "It's beautiful."
"Yes, it is beautiful."
Kanzaki noticed that Haru was looking at her which made her blush. She was glad that it was at night so he couldn't see her face clearly. She looked at him and only asked him a simple question.
"When are you going back?"
Kanzaki knew that Haru didn't have a home (not in literal meaning) in this world where he could go back, so she wanted to be that home and welcomed him whenever he felt tired of his work.

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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.

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