While walking on my way to the academy I can see kids being dropped off by their parents almost like they aren't selling their children off as soldiers but I don't worry about that too much as I walk inside the academy grounds I can see an area where a few early students are standing most likely waiting for the Hokage to arrive to give a speech. I promptly move towards them standing in line like another civilian child almost comforting not being known.
Recommended song for this chapter(Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son)
Let me just say this author's dialogue is *chef's kiss*. Every line feels like it's carrying three meanings at once, and the subtext is where the real story lives. Take this exchange: "You're half a year younger than me. I've always treated you like a younger brother. Since you call me 'Sister,' won't you think of me as your sister too?" On the surface, it's a sweet, sisterly question. But read it again—it's a boundary being drawn with surgical precision. She's not asking; she's telling him what their relationship will be. And his response? "Whatever makes you happy, Sister." The period at the end of that sentence is devastating. He's surrendering, but he's also recording every word she says for future reference. Then there's the banquet scene, where the dialogue becomes almost comedic in its cruelty: "The child was frightened—a moment of agitation is normal." "Jiang Biao, you're the older brother—a grown man, lightly slapped by your sister. No need to make such a fuss." "Exactly, exactly—Nongnong is so slender, how much force could she have?" Three lines. Three people. All saying the same thing: your pain doesn't matter. The casualness of it is what makes it unbearable. They're not even being malicious—they're just genuinely unable to imagine that their daughter/sister might feel anything other than what they tell her she should feel. And Jiang Nong's response? "I'm feeling unwell—I'll go rest now." Polite. Composed. The perfect daughter exiting stage left while the audience applauds her grace. But we know she's shattering inside. The narrative voice itself is worth praising too. It's intimate without being purple, observant without being clinical. Lines like "Her lips were rosy, full, glossy as frozen cherry jelly" or "tears soaked into her pillow. Her dark hair spread like clouds, cold against her cheeks"—these aren't just descriptions, they're emotional statements disguised as imagery.
THIS IS NOT THE END BUT I ALSO AM A HUMAN AND THIS IS A BIG PROJECT!!!
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"What do you mean we are keeping it." She replied.
Zhen Xiu cried. When was she going against her words?
-When you get out of the egg, well, they all suppose it.
I shook my head in pity. They all hoped they could come back. But unfortunately once dead, it remains dead. You can not go back.
"Thanks man," I said, as I grabbed the notes and started leafing through them.
Saya flushed red and stepped closer to Kohta.
The one with scepter character, Tokio Kai or also known as TK, showed off his screen, displayed on it was the demon core. The smug look on Kai's face annoyed Zhong Ya to death.