Becoming A Tree Isn't That Bad, Right?
Barks that are impenetrable even by the sharpest sword of the chosen hero.
Branches that are uncuttable by the earth-shattering technique practiced to it's perfection by the chosen hero.
Leaves that are left unruffled by the bone melting flames of the vermilion bird tamed by the chosen hero.
But wait... Why is the the esteemed exalted Hero trying to cut off an innocent tree like me? （ ＴДＴ）
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Luke didn't really know what to feel about the eerie silence that filled the air. Days ago after his reincarnation, the chirping birds and the mooing cow that was grazing on the grass laid underneath him filled his imaginary ear drums, to the point of going numb. But now that the silence that he had always yearned and hoped for ensued, his initially green and lush sorounding was now reduced to a desolate wasteland, and his imaginary feet now takes its turn to go numb and tremble.
"You damn tree, are you mocking me? " The Hero said as her trembling sword pointed at his direction.
'You boorish woman! I can't even speak to mock you, Ah! '
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