Y/N Kayama is the daughter of the R-rated hero Midnight and is also a little finding a caregiver/Daddy. Bakugo is also looking for a Little, lucky him he finds Y/n coloring in a coloring book with a paci on his first day in UA class 1-A.

SPECIAL BACOL
Bukan Cerita Bersambung, tapi berisi ratusan cerita VULGAR

Dewasa dulu baru boleh baca
Perjalan seorang Ridho, siswa kelas  XI SMA karena dendam pada ayahnya, dia akhirnya terlibat dalam dunia hitam.

Tak pernah terduga jika hubungan asmara diantara meraka menjadi sebgitu pelik

"Son, you…"


His parents were shocked.


This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.


"Forget it, when a child grows up, they should have their own dreams…"


His father and mother weren't someone from a high-ranking position on Kurama Clan.


Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakening of Kekkei Genkai.


"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"


Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-hearted.


His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."


"I believe that the clan would accept it."


Akabane is very confident about this.


The three of them slowly walked back home.


…


As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continue his comic.


"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"


He immediately cast seals to summon a clone.


"I'll work hard today!"


Akabane chuckled and started coloring the pages from before.


"Oh, that's awesome…"


The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.


Not awe from his coloring but for how he didn't laze after summoning him.


As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.


…



After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.


"Haaah… it's done, up to the next one."


His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.


"With your skill of drawing, then why bother learning about shadow clones? You could finish it by yourself faster.


"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest too."


Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.


…


"[System!]"


He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.


But today, he only gained a slight point.


Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increase his physical strength.


He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.


Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.


Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.


What can he do with that little improvement?


At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.


Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.


Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore his diminished chakra.


The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't sleep after he finished coloring. 


He thought that his original will laze around and leave everything to him so seeing him meditating surprised him a little since  he didn't expect it at all.


He sighed slightly and then kept on working.


Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.


At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.


Of course…


With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.


It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.


"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."


Akabane lies on the bed to recharge his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.


Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.


"Ahh. He's asleep."They Sighed at the same time, and continued to work.


…


On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Arata came to make a report on today's exam.


Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Arata.


After all, there are many details that a chuunin level cannot be seen clearly.


"Ryo will have to be punished as planned. As for the other, they all passed."


Hiruzen Sarutobi said.


"Yes!"


Arata received the order and left the office.


The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.


On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.


In the end, he filled in a name.


"Shimura Danzo."


"Let Danzo come here."


Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.


He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected…"


Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.


"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root training or any other that is related to Anbu."


Hiruzen was very clear about this.


There is no room for mistakes.


"You have nothing to worry about."


Danzo picked up the list.


and said "They are all geniuses. One year is enough."


"As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu." Hiruzen said.


"One year is the same for you."


Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.



I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
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For the rest of their lives, Kate and DJ Freeze raised their baby in the warehouse, staying hidden from the police.

While they were doing that, DJ Freeze called a friend who brought them some money, so they could be able to buy food and he also is used as another form of teleportation.

DJ Freeze took a job at a restaurant with the help of his friend because this exact friend got shot by the police since he was selling illegal drugs.

Kate would teach her baby who to walk, trying to teach her to talk, and dance.

Soon, at age 3, her baby was able to walk and talk like a normal girl.

Kate named her baby Kanisha.

Kate and Kanisha had fun together, until DJ Freeze came back.

DJ Freeze would bring them some food after work.

Since the police finally got off their back.

Kate and DJ Freeze decide to move into the city, once DJ Freeze gets enough money.

In December, DJ Freeze finally has the money, so the whole family gets into the car, and goes to their new house.

On that exact day, they unpack the stuff that was in the warehouse, which wasn't much, just clothes.

Also, on that day Kanisha turned 4, so she went to preschool.

That day is the first day Kanisha is on her own and she was happy at first, but the problem was she was shy.

An adult noticed that Kanisha was all alone, so she gave her a book.

This book is about a girl who is lonely as well.

Kanisha thanks the adult and runs to a chair.

This adult has long blonde hair, white skin, wearing a yellow dress, and heels.

This adult's name is Ms. Bethany.

Ms. Bethany watched happily as Kanisha was reading the book she gave her.

"So, what did you do this time?" another adult asked Ms.Bethany.

This other adult has long brown long hair with green highlights, wearing a red shirt with yellow stripes, blue jeans, and teal shoes.

This adult's name is Ivanna.

Ivanna sees Kanisha reading a book and she recognizes the book.

"Bethany, you were supposed to throw that book away because the council told you that was a bad influence", Ivanna reminded Bethany.

"I know, but look at her", said Ms. Bethany.

Ivanna sees Kanisha smiling, while reading.

"I guess she is looking happy", said Ivanna.

But, that happiness stopped, when somebody took the book out of Kanisha's hand.

Kanisha tries to get her book back, but the adult that took it, threw the book away.

Ms. Bethany runs to Kanisha who started crying.

"Bethany, we told you that book was supposed to be thrown away, so I'm going to do that", said The adult.

The adult has short blonde hair with a mix of brown hair, some of her face is covered, white skin, wearing a red dress, and heels.

Her name is Isabella.

Isabella takes the trash can that has the book, Kanisha was reading.

"Are you okay?" Ms. Bethany asks Kanisha.

"I'm fine, uh, Ms", said Kanisha, whipping her tears.

"Ms. Bethany", said Ms. Bethany.

"Can I make friends like in that book?" Kanisha asks Ms. Bethany.

"You mean imaginary friends?" Ms. Bethany asks Kanisha.

"Yes", said Kanisha, looking kind of happy.

"Sure, it's normal for kids your age", Ms. Bethany told Kanisha.

"Hold it, can I borrow Ms. Bethany?" said Ivanna.

"Sure, but please don't take too long", said Kanisha.

Ivanna leads Ms. Bethany away.

"Girl, we're supposed to lead kids to make real friends, not imaginary friends", Ivanna whispered.

"But, look at her, she is shy and nervous, she can't immediately make friends; plus she is already interested. So, let her have fun", Ms. Bethany whispered back.

"Sure", Ivanna whispered.

Ms. Bethany goes back to Kanisha.

"So, you want to make imaginary friends?" Ms. Bethany asks Kanisha.

"Yeah, but I need to know how to do that because I only read the part of the book which explains what imaginary friends are", Kanisha admitted.

"Well, that's easy", said Ms. Bethany.

Ms. Bethany leads Kanisha to the coloring zone.

At the coloring zone, there are crayons, colored pencils, paper, and notebooks.

Ms. Bethany grabs some materials and gives it to Kanisha.

"All you have to do is draw the friend you want to make and then use your imagination to bring it to life", Ms. Bethany helped Kanisha.

"But, I don't know how to draw", Kanisha blushed from embarrassment.

"It's okay, I can help you, just tell me what you want it to look like", Ms. Bethany insisted.

"Are you sure?" Kanisha asks Ms. Bethany.

"Absolutely, I will be right by my side", Ms. Bethany smiled.

Kanisha tells Ms. Bethany for her first friend, she wanted her to the same size as her, she also told her to give her fluffy brown hair, brown skin, wearing goggles on her head, blue dress, a belt that has test tubes attached to it, white shoes with test tubes on it, bracelets with tiny test tubes on it.

Ms. Bethany was surprised by Kanisha's request, but still followed Kanisha's directions.

Kanisha also tells Ms. Bethany that she wants the name 'Sciencia' on top of the picture.

Ms. Bethany shows Kanisha the results.

Kanisha smiles and hugs Ms. Bethany.

Ms. Bethany hugged Kanisha back.

"Do you want to make more friends?" Ms. Bethany asked Kanisha.

"Is there a limit?" Kanisha asks Ms. Bethany.

Ivanna watches Ms. Bethany and Kanisha get along, then walk to them.

"Hey, what are you two up to?" Ivanna asks Kanisha and Ms. Bethany.

"Ms. Bethany is drawing my new friends, do you want to join us?" Kanisha explained.

"Sure, what is the next friend, you want to make?" Ivanna asks Kanisha.

Kanisha tells that she wants you to draw two people, the first one of the people is a girl who has long blonde hair, white skin, wearing a pink dress, earrings, and heels. The second one is a girl who has long black hair, brown skin, wearing a purple hoodie, blue jeans, and white shoes.

"You have names for them?" Ivanna asks Kanisha.

Kanisha gives the first girl the name 'Kisa' and the second girl is named Dumbra.

"So, are you ready?" Ms. Bethany asks Kanisha.

"Not yet, I want to make some more", said Kanisha.

"How many more?" Ivanna asks Kanisha curiously.

"Three", Kanisha answered Ivanna's question.

"I guess three more wouldn't hurt", Ivanna decided.

Ms. Bethany and Ivanna help Kanisha.

Ms. Bethany draws next, the person she draws is a boy who has wolf ears, long silver hair, white skin, wolf tail, wearing a green shirt, blue jeans, and white shoes

Kanisha gives the name 'Wolfie' to the person.

Ivanna draws a girl who has long blond hair in a ponytail, wearing a black dress, and heels.

Kanisha gives the name 'Alex' to the girl.

The last person that is drawn is a girl who has long silver/brown hair, wearing a white dress with pink ribbons, ribbon on her head, and white heels holding an umbrella.

That person's name is Aki.

Kanisha thanks Ms. Bethany and Ivanna and give both of them a hug.

Ms. Bethany and Ivanna smile and love how happy Kanisha is.

"I know what to do next, I'm going to give my friends powers", said Kanisha.

"Powers?" Ivanna questioned.

"Yeah, I thought it would be cool to give them cool powers, is that okay?" Kanisha explains thoroughly.

"Of course, they are your imaginary friends, so have fun", said Ms. Bethany.

"Yeah, it's totally fine", said Ivanna.

"Great, then I'll start", said Kanisha.

Kanisha starts writing the character's powers, which got other kids attention because she would explain the character's backstories to Ms. Bethany and Ivanna.

"What can the other characters do?" a random kid asked.

Kanisha explains more about the other characters she thought of, while explaining this, the kids ask her a bunch of questions.

Kanisha and the kids start to get along.

With the kid's enthusiasm, Kanisha brought her imaginary friends to life.

The kids play with Kanisha and her imaginary friends.

Some of the kids get bored and stop playing with Kanisha and play amongst each other.

Soon, Kanisha just kept playing with her imaginary friends, and didn't really care about the other kids.

Ivanna and Ms. Bethany gives each other a high five.

After five minutes, Kanisha got tired, so Ms. Bethany gave her a sandwich and an orange juice.

Ivanna and Ms. Bethany sits down and drinks some tea.

"Okay, maybe you were right, maybe this wasn't a bad idea", Ivanna admitted.

"I'm glad, you feel that way, look", said Ms. Bethany.

Ivanna sees Kanisha talking to her imaginary friends with a smile, when somebody taps on her shoulder.

It's a girl who has long red hair, white skin, wearing a red hoodie, blue jeans, and white shoes. She is the same age as Kanisha.

"Hi, my name is Kaumu, do you want to be friends, if it's okay with your other friends", said The girl.

"It's okay, I would love to be your friends", said Kanisha.

Kanisha and Kaumu shake hands.

This is the start of a beautiful friendship.

Kanisha is shy and nervous, but she grows because of her imaginary friends and makes new friends

 
"Son, you..."
His parents were shocked.
This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.
"Forget it, when you grow up, you should have his own dreams…"
His father and mother weren't someone from high-rank at Kurama Clan.
Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakened of Kekkei Genkai.
"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"
Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-heart.
His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."
"I believe that the clan would accept it."
Akabane is very confident about this.
The three of them slowly walked back home.
…
As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continued his comic.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
He immediately cast seals to summoned a clone.
"I'll work hard today!"
Akabane chuckled and started to coloring his pages from before.
"Oh, that's awesome..."
The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.
As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.
…
After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.
"Haaah... it's done, up to the next one."
His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.
"With your skill of drawing, then why to bother learned about shadow clone? You could finish it by yourself faster.
"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest to."
Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.
…
"[System!]"
He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.
But today, he only gained a slight point.
Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increased his physical.
He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.
Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.
Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.
What can he do with that little improvement?
At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.
Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.
Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore chakra.
The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't get tired. Even if he just sat there to recovered chakra, he still feels lucky for now. He is the most interesting of all of Akabane's clones.
He sighed slightly and then kept on working.
Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.
At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.
Of course…
With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.
It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.
"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."
Akabane lies on the bed to recharged his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.
Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.
"Ahh. He's asleep." Sighed, and continued to work.
…
On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Monkey King Enma came to make a report on today's exam.
Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Enma.
After all, there are many details his summoned cannot be seen clearly.
"Ryuu will have to deal with his consequence. As for the other, they all passed."
Hiruzen Sarutobi said.
"Yes!"
Enma received the order and left the office.
The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.
On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki was in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.
In the end, he filled in a name.
"Shimura Danzo."
"Let Danzo come here."
Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.
He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected..."
Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.
"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root or any other that related to Anbu."
Hiruzen was very clear about this. 
There is no room for mistakes.
"You have nothing to worry about."
Danzo picked up the list.
"They are all geniuses. One year is enough."
Hiruzen said, "As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu."
"One year is the same for you."
Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

Chapter 22 : Book. 

* munch * 

* munch * 

" Why are you not eating your food,  Carla? You don't like eating bread? " asked Leon after seeing Carla simply stares at her portion of bread he gave her without touching it. 

In response to him, Carla shook her head denying what Leon said before explaining. " It's... it's not like that, Leon. I want to eat bread too but... look. My tummy is still big so... so I still can't eat anything yet. " 

Carla then pointed at her little tummy while saying that which make Leon laugh again. 

" Moah.... Leon.  Don't make fun of me. Please continue the story. I want to know what happened next. " 

" No. Let's not do that for now, Carla. I have a better idea. " 

" Better idea? What do you mean Leon? "

" Mn. Let's make our own  book. A story book about... hmm..  About little Carla. How was that sounds?  I'll draw and you'll color it. What do you think, Carla? "

" Make our own book?! Lt's do that Leon! " replied Carla excitedly but then  she seemed to had realized something which made her excitement lessened. " But... but I'm not good at coloring yet, Leon. Is... is that okay? "

" Huh? What are you talking about, Carla? This book is only for us to see. So it doesn't matter if you colored it well or not. Besides, I'm here right? I'll teach you how to do it right. " 

" Really?!  * giggles * Thank you Leon. Please teach me. " 

" Alright. Wait for me hear for a moment.  I'll take one more chair from the kitchen. " said Leon before he went out of the room and head towards the kitchen.  

A few minutes later, he returned dragging a monoblock chair with him. 

" What are you doing Leon? " asked Carla after seeing that Leon returned. 

Leon put the monoblock chair on the side before closing the door and said, " Hehe. I'm preparing our table. " 

After saying that, Leon then walk towards his personal table and then drags it in the middle of the room before putting  the two chairs around it. 

" Done. Come here, Carla so we can start immediately.  "

Despite her confusion, Carla still did what Leon told her to do. She went off the bed and sat on the chair Leon brought here before asking, " But Leon,  where's the paper and other things we will use to make out book? " 

" Hehe. That's easy, that's easy. You only need to close your eyes, Carla. " 

" Closed my eyes? Why? "

" You'll see later so just closed your eyes okay? "

" O... okay.  " replied Carla before closing her eyes.

Leon didn't waste any time and immediately took out the things they will need from his storage ring.  Bond papers, color pastel, pens, marker,  ruler, pencils, etc. They all miraculously appeared on the table. 

" You can open your eyes now, Carla. " said Leon after taking out all the things they need. 

Carla slowly opened her eyes and when she saw the things on the table, she can't help but be amazed and exclaimed, " Wow!  Leon,  you..... how did you do that? "

" It's magic. Hehe. Let's start. " said Leon nonchalantly before grabbing the pencil and one of the bond papers on the table. He then started drawing after that. 

Carla still wanted to asked Leon how he made those things appeared but seeing that he already started drawing, she can only stopped. 

Leon can draw even faster now. After just around 30 minutes, he had already drawn two pages which he'll used as front and back cover of the book. 

" Here Carla, what do you think? I'll transfer it later in a harder paper if there's no problem in it. " he said, handing the two papers to Carla.  

Carla received them and looked at it.   What she saw there was a girl which did  look exactly like her wearing a princess dress. On her head was a small crown which looked cute and beautiful while her hand was holding a small sword. 

" Leon, why am I holding a sword here? "

" That's not you, Carla. That's little Carla, our protagonist. And she need that sword to protect herself. "

" Eh? But... but she looked exactly like me. Look Leon, we look the same right? " 

" Of course she will. Little Carla is supposed to be the cutest girl in the world so she needs to have similar looks to you, Carla. " 

" Eh, me? Why? " 

" Silly girl. " Leon put his right hand on top of Carla's head and messed her hair a little. " Because my Carla is the cutest girl ever. " 

" * giggles * Thank you, Leon. " Carla seemed to be really happy hearing Leon calling her the cutest. " But... but mommy told me that swords are dangerous so... can you change little Carla's weapon, Leon? " 

" Change her weapon? " Leon asked confusedly. 

" Mn. Let's change it with flowers, Leon. I love flowers. "

" Flowers? Hmm... fine. Let's see.. " Leon took back the paper from Carla and then carefully erased the sword in it before drawing  a huge rose flower in its place. After doing that, Leon once again handed it to Carla and asked, " How about that, Carla? " 

" Mn. This is the best, Leon. It's so pretty. " 

" Alright. You start coloring it then. Don't worry if you make mistakes because I can always draw it again. Use it to practice yourself,  okay? "

" Okay. Thank you, Leon. " 

And with that, Leon began teaching Carla how to used the color pastel and what color should be used on every part of the drawing. Carla was a complete noob in this so she can't help but to make mistakes after mistakes. If not for Leon patiently guiding her, she might have already given up and cried on the side. 

After awhile, Leon let Carla do it on her own while he continue drawing the other pages of the book. Leon didn't do it like a fairy tale book style where there's a picture and narrations in every page. Instead, he made it in 'Manga' format which made it more difficult for him. 

At around 11:30 am, Leon's mother, Christina once again came and told them that lunch was ready so the two of them can only stopped what they are doing and went outside. 

...

In the dining room, Leon,  Carla and Christina were sitting around the table eating their food. 

" You two seemwe very  busy inside your room, Leon. What are you doing? " asked Christina. 

" Erm... We are making a book, mom. " 

" A book? What book? "

" It's about little Carla's adventure auntie Christy. * giggles * We'll show it to auntie after we are finished. " 

" Oh, now I'm curious about it. So make sure to show the book to me when it's done okay? Carla? "

" Sure thing,  auntie Christy. " 

" Alright. Eat your food then so you can go back to your room and continue what you are doing. " 

" Mn. "

" Mn. "

The three of then then continue eating their food. After that, Leon and Carla went to the bathroom together to take a  bath. 

Inside the bathroom, Leon was currently helping Carla wash her hair. 

" Carla, what title do you think we will used in our book? " asked Leon while putting a shampoo on Carla's hair. 

" Title? What's that, Leon? "

" It's the name of the book, Carla. For example, the little Red Riding Hood I had read you last time. It's titled Little Red Riding Hood but, what about our book? "

" Oh, so that's title. * giggles *. I don't know Leon. You think. " 

" Hmm..how about, ' Little Carla's adventure?' Or.. Let's see.....' Finding mommy? ' "

" Finding mommy! I like the finding mommy, Leon. * giggles * "

" Oh, let's use that then. Alright, done. Let's go rinse ourselves, Carla. " said Leon after he's done washing Carla's hair. 

Carla nodded at him and the two of them rinsed themselves together. After that, they dried themselves using Leon's towel and wore their clothes before going back to his room.

Carla wanted to continue making their books but Leon pulled her to the bed and hugged her  tightly before saying, " Let's sleep first, Carla. I'm tired already. Hmm... Carla is so soft and smell nice. hehe. Much better than any stuffed toys. " 

" * giggles * Leon smells nice too and warm, just like mommy. " replied Carla as she cuddled closer to Leon. 

After a few minutes,  the two of them fell asleep with a smile on their faces. 

===

In Pauline's side. 

The canteen was still as busy as before. Because of the delicious food here, the regular customers still keep on coming even during weekends. 

Inside the kitchen, Pauline just finished cooking the last dish for today as she used the small face towel on her hand to wiped away the sweat on her face.  

Despite looking tired and sweaty, Pauline still looked so enchanting and pretty. She then went out of the kitchen and head towards the bathroom to wash her face. 

After that doing that, Pauline took out a small key chain from her pocket. Opening it, she saw a small picture of her and Carla together and she can't help but smile. 

' I wonder what my little angel is doing at this moment?  Is she enjoying her stay there? Hmm.. perhaps she's already sleeping. I'll asked her later. ' She thought. 

" Ms. Pauline, there's someone looking for you outside. " said one of her helpers in her canteen.  

" Okay, coming. " Pauline replied and went out to see who that person is. 

Pauline then followed the female helper outside and when she saw the person looking for her, she frowned. 

" Long time no see, Pauline. You became more beautiful again. Can we talk?  " said the man as his eyes roamed around her body lustfully but immediately hide it. 

" Leave. " said Pauline before turning around and once again went inside the canteen. The female worker also followed her inside leaving the man behind. 

After she left, the smile on the man's face just now completely vanished and was changed into a disdainful one as he said in a low voice, " Just you wait bitch. You'll fall into my hands once again sooner or later. " 

The man then left after saying that. 

( x - x ) 



111

A university student returned to his childhood without knowing how or why it even happened. 

If Truck-kun isn't the one who pulled strings here, then who? 

What will he do and how can his return affect the world he's in? 


Reincarnation + storage ring ( one mile space inside ) + a System. 

What more can he asked for?! 

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This story is mostly Slice of Life and will mostly focused on our MC's everyday life especially the Volume 1.

The Cover photo wasn't mine. I just downloaded it from the internet. If you owned the photo and you don't like it to be here then please contact me so I can change it.

Warning : 

Leon is a High Human and will become VERY OVERPOWERED when he grow up. 




C. R. O. S. S.]

Most that journey out from their home realms are often the type of being with the right amount of levels to allow adaptive changes to their form.
Even living humans have this ability without aid, for when someone dreams - their soul and mind takes a wonder across the many worlds. This can also happen in the right circumstances such as being full focused into any tv, video or game; enough human imagination allows temporize wondering. So is daydreaming.
That said, all souled being have this ability. their are some whom are better at it, like the shadows of the damned. Souls now bodiless can achieve great feats of travel across the universe without trying.
But adaptiveness is also a curse, its why a guilty or bad mannered soul can not enter places of divine paradise. It is also the same laws that do not allow gods to be among humans at free will. The add of a vessel, a being whom already exists in the realm - dubbed god followers; it the loop hole to that rule. As is also being to near death like state - a damned so starved will become physical ashes. 
Sometimes, that is the largest cruelty of the interaction laws, or as the gods call it the veil. 
Those that we love can be stood by our side this whole time. It doesn't matter if your godly, magical or give divinity to see past things. No matter how close the dead can linger, the furthest apart they are at reaching out to tell you things are ok. No hand to brush away tears. No voice to stop you from saying things you don't mean to. No physical body to shield you from the oncoming weapon. 

It's especially cruel when the shadows gather in one area... they are visible. Only meaning that someone will loss something detrimental to themselves. The mute blank clay faces that have a partly opened mouth, hands that brush light and turn into a flurry of ashes. The odd one that is willing to give up their chances, to stop you from walking forwards. Only to shower all of what is the threat in the ashes. These ashes have power, that erase otherworldly objects from sight. 

A long row of masked faces pass glare at the on walking among many of Sigil's walk ways, each a smug smile of nerve. Off putting as it is. Thankfully has worked to prevent idiots so far. Misted bodies of thinned structures posing threats of any whom lingered to close. 
There horror become ever more real as a blind god walks this pathway through. A god in wish to visit old friends of the deep. A drowned fella, in carpets of seaweed. A undead type which fits with the slogan. The code of 'what is dead may never die'.  Wet foot prints cake ash, smearing as a trail of such a slow snail. 
The tug of ex-god followers by curse throw in the way of the lord; their voices will never reach. No lord of good divinity will hear the hollow screams of the damned. As haunting as the any banshee could muster. The more clay faces held of joyed expressions, were feeling the totally opposite. 
"What a strange party gathered in the halls of the faceless?" So the drowned man noted, paying no mind as misted bodies throw themselves in failing attempts to prevent him inching forwards. 
The screams struck their loudest, at the tipping point. All whom were now close to this god were nearly able to just touch the god; just at being in his presence. With it was the sudden chill the tingles down, eating something in the heart of the man. 

"He is a goner. His walked to far to be saved... now he too is cursed like us." The chorus in full stop, eyes that go back to the halls to the entry. Long deep cut grinning, that each could nearly cry. This short set of words were not heard... but they were felt. The drown lord could tell that this leading damned had said something, it was plain as day to night. But still there were no crossing of words that could be recognized. Ironic as the speaker was indeed the one the drowned came to see. The faceless one. 

"Welcome... you aren't meant to be here." The seated human shape was sat at pool in the middle of this hall... sharpening a blade with a wet stone. There weren't any indications of them before until now. A wounded fella, whom dripped strange blood. Wild eyes that focused on every slight directional changes of sliding that blade on the stone. 
"I don't think you're whom I was looking for. You are not them." Drowned man walks in inspected the empty stone walls, once covered in faces that the many faced god had collected. More odd was the rot in here, the assassin death god disliked such property. According to the host of the faceless one, the smell was a reminder that life finds a way to mock the title often. The drowned man is very sure now... that things are wrong. 
"I am not the faceless... as you seemed to be seeking." the blade is at lift to inspect the quality, "No... I am the protector of my timeline. A unspoken and unwanted guest; a fate worse then dying." the blade is danced swiftly in motions of practicing cuts, "It doesn't matter to you." 

"Mmm...." the dark place as no windows to the outside, so there isn't any hope of checking why prayers are utter silence... what give strength of miracles to a god in the first place, "I have wondered to far away from what I should have belonged. it must have been what they were telling me. It's strange how I still didn't them speak." the blade is stopped from practice, it is posed with concetration, "So there is no returning?" 
"You will do... not in the state you would like. Nor will you recall of it all. Your mind will simply not know." the is poses of counting... the gentlemen weakly standing. Not how a human should stand. More like a weak little puppet on strings of shadows. 
"Can you promise me that I will go back home, no matter what state I become?" the question lingers in echo for a while... it had stopped them counting. They instead lowered in a sort shock, nearly collapsed even. As if the puppeteer almost dropped the doll, "It wasn't the first time such sorry situation have been highlighted... I say, there been repeated gods whom didn't belong among us. Each had said strange things that never happened or had yet to happen to the history as we are aware of. I say, almost as if something beyond the veils is the cause of such strangeness. Something all us gods, of the now we know and the now these strangers know, is making happen. Fixing then losing them strangers." 
The blade is weighted in their hand... as if the burden of causing trouble for the drowned whom belonged to the Elder Ender's cloth were something not worth the risks of wrath. No... they dare not risk the horror of all timelines fear most. To be unrepairable, a possibility when such a godly elder lends their hand. They lower back to the pond, and with back to sharpening the weapon they care for. 
"I can't not.... No. I refuse to make that happen. The last thing I need is someone like them to be upset with me. So for now, you must stay here... drowned one. You must not leave here. You can not risk yourself, be it from the turth of here or at my fault of protecting your in the wrong manner. Stay... but hide. Hide in the shadows of a pillar until they come fetch you. When it is safe to." 
"You're a strange fella... but I take that my guess right. I am not where I belong." 
"Yes... this isn't the events as you know it. This place, the time and the history are of no baring of you or as you assume it. You must not provoke the bad side of then Elder. We all agreed on that." The scrapping is continued. The drowned does well to listen to the stranger, this protector of their time. It too a stranger of the realm this place should be. But at least the more local of the two - whom knows of the story of this area and respects it close as possible. The place is actually very clean, the building was repaired in sections, even a roof section was replaced with new timber joints. It were strange, to sense to know this place and be told that its not the home of the one called friend. 
"I have heard about the Elder ender... a lot of you strange puppet mask men say this often. You all fear this elder." 
"It's a mixed emotions of feelings. Fear isn't right word, not by the definitions humans of the living would use." A more soft mutter in the tone and that of wild eyes were gone. In passive glances, this puppet held no face at all... no human shape. It were a coiled mass of mists, liquids and paper. The stone that sharpened were more like a bone. The metal weapon is still that, nicked and thinned beyond shape. There is wounds that festered in odd coloring, it were a fountain of ozing rot. 
"So what is this being?" the mass could almost scream at the notion of shock. A marvel of just how good and hidden the Elder is from being realized by the gods he protecting. the discomfort of being mocked makes the drowned one frown, at the annoyance. 
"Forgive me... Let me do things right..." the mass alters enough to be utterly and perfectly human, giving a respectable bow, "We are called Ender. Each of us Ender's protect universes, realms and or existence. We are the frontline of what marks the exact definitions of known and unknown. When the universes allows a new existence from outside its boundaries to happen, our souls and titles are created as a sort of protective buffer to allow such things to flex into the rules. This isn't a easy job. Ender can be momentary, a passing phrase of history gone wrong for the weavers time space. Then sometimes things are not so good... for whatever reason that must be. You get folks like myself, whom screw up being ender." 
The bow is finally lifted up now and they stand with being ready to defend this land section. It were more serious then ever, because there was something there isn't worth losing. More then the pile of dead and souls in the pond behind them. The drowned was dragged around to a more protected area, grappled to be wrapped in many layers of wards. 
"And..." the new voice took froze a while with collecting their thoughts about what they walked onto, "Why you are not whom I am looking for." 
"Give your greeting or be slayed." Warning 1, there are stages to this. 
"Greeting? What you? A oath hunter? May may... I didn't get your name, so why would I tell mine?" the illusoins of what this thing is were ruined upon crossing into the room correctly, "Oh... my clothing..." they note with long thought, "I give you my greeting if you tell me a name." 
"I am not a fool either. I am crystal ranking oath keeper, my codename is Ender. You are unwelcomed here. A trouble maker, Clothus." the hiss of being known of has brought this into a battle now, a ghost of cloth and clay against a injured decay of what could be many corpses tied into a shape. The soul of the ender was the sore loser, the soul a crystal with many creaks. 
"Even at the core of the soul is refusing to be my servant. Mmm.... it seems they know our laws, brothers." the got to try to break the soul, to freeze with realizing a more interesting case was still around here, "Mmm... very odd. This hunter has murdered every other being, many of faceless, mother, drowned and father have came here... all lining that rotting pool. But yet, this hunter doesn't kill this one. This one clone of many." 
"A clothus... yes... you are breaking the laws you should be following." The drowned is aware of the clothus, as it seems every soul of the elder timeline knows of them. There is no religion that doesn't warn of the ghost of cloth, masks and faulse wording, "If i do recall correctly... this motion is important one." by the exact flick of both hands and hover above the heart and a sharp throw of the metiphorical heart. All of cloth became visible and each of all were suffering. It would seem this was a ward that prevented the clothus from claiming one's soul name or soul at all. It became part of prayer, to have hands held near the heart. 
"How dare you!" this casting of ward had done something else, it has made the souls of the dead around here be heard... even to the ears of a god. Its no wonder that this is a dangerous ward of prayer to use. As it takes away divine entitlement too, equal the play feilds of all souls present to see the ward gesture completed. If it were a perfect way of gesturing, it would have made these damned physical bodies too. But there must have been a section skipped or forgotten; so for now. the ghost are still ghosts. 
"You have broken oath! You foul clothus!" the hiss of many dead souls then... it would seem that the clothus caused this realm and its history a great deal of issue. 
"All of you clothus are the same, shameful beings." many were weighting in. 
"Enough, souls of the dead." the drowned speaks, "Under this ward, we are all equals. Break it and we all suffer worse. Am I right, Ender?" the soul of the crystal pulls form as a damned among them and with bowed agreement in a sort backwards way... no allowing any edges for the clothus to steal anyone. 
"The fall of time cloths and torn of soul tomes is not a new thing." the drowned explains, "It maybe that these clothus are not the orginal set that caused it all this pain for you all. As you are the damned as one race. They are a clothus, a race too. From my understanding at least. I don't claim any knowledge of understanding the damned. I do however have clear knowledge of how to go about the next steps from here. By the way of universe laws; I wish to be medator. It is not my frist time... nor will it be my last. As the most I keep finding of lost pages like this." there is a look of all between each other.
"There will no need for you to do so. But I must thank you, Drowned. You have correctly set the path straight for these souls." A new one... a broken face that holds a gooing ink body that twists. It has sections that slough off and become mist, that collects back together to repeat the melting affect. 
"Lord Elder, I knew not to harm your own. I had not expected that I would be the one protecting your drowned from clothus grasp." the ender of this realm bows... and was suddenly grappled... crushed by on fell of a slap. the soul of them turned from crystal to book. 
"Yes. Yes. You all do that unnecessary talking at me. It gets annoying." the figure scans pages and were doing very wrong things with that book. How it broke pages then sewed pages... it did so much that clearly the ashes of all here fell in one clump. Souls that flexed into pages. The reality of what is the realm wrapped. 

It were like a afterthought, a sort breath to a stormy sky. Whatever had happened, was traceless. The only baring that could be consider realizing the truth were the return of remarking that the room was off. Return that the notion of realizing the roof had been repaired and that there were less face hung among the walls. A sort of starter set to get back to working as the faceless one. The dust seems to settle, or it was always there anyways. The drowned having a lapse of judgement for why he was here among the faceless's domain at all. 
"I should leave the man to his business and his lass to her training." Muttering to himself and creating a gateway home. The sea mist drifts... the door closing. The air warps around the hidden ones. 
"One less headache. Now..." the deeper voice ruled them all and then give a good chest cough. A sliding adjustment of the tone and voice. It was younger now, "I do believe that your the wanted for your crimes against the chess black king." the playful tone snickers, that over tones above the Clothus whom screamed in terror of being touched by summoner hands, "Back home you fall, don't break your legs." cheery, a little to happy about snapping limbs. The young voice snickers to himself about the sounds of breaking bodies. The lift of ashes pour into the hidden creaks, wrapped souls fleeing the instable and insane one. The few left belonged to this cloth of time and space. They were no fun to the young Ender, 'leaving the children to clean their own mess' (as it so claimed to say on leave). 
"I think my regrets do not matter anymore." noting the few souls around here, that of stemmed the restart of the place to recover from broken time. 

"I just missed them, didn't I?" a damned of golden chain locket tied into their neck. 
"The young Elder's insanity had passed here." A soul remarked. The tsk of making leave once more, the annoyance of missing the one they were seeking. Further was the dark nattering it were making. A teenager complaining how unfair it all is, to have to be the adult with all the dirty dishes. 

The lass of summons was done snatching lost Clothus from this world, now she snatched the ender of golden chain and crunched a few ribs on her grapple to take the idiot to where he should go ask questions. 
"Hmm... I guess I have no complaints now. He did the thing and now I got to keep my end of the bargain." the healthy ender of this timespace closes a repaired soul tome, "Don't patronize me." he spoken to the scythe that were a snake resting his shoulders, "No... It will not be the last time. We are still missing a quarter of pages, we must guard what we have until then. Make do with the problems it comes with lacking a quarter." 
"Delivery." a scaled crow screeched loudly in announcing. the smooth vrooming of properly connected joints passed pages over, "He said something about mess." 
"Nothing is a easy fix. You must go the long way around of doing things right. No cutting corners." the machine speaks. The Ender of this timeline sighed and took the pages, the two strange souless damned left. Marking the last time that this cloth will interact with this elder every again for service repairs. No... the only next time they face that elder will be in dire situations with boarder disputes. The soul whom knows the unknown past the boundaries of existence as they know it.

Welcome to a small wedge of a book series is to come. This book isn't even the first in the timeline of things. However starting here can make sense of the laws and creatures encountered in other books. 

Some of the volumes could each be considered its own book. Some views of the same event aren't always written the same ways. Some chapters will inevitably be repeated in other books. As the series as a whole wasn't intended to be posted online originally. 

The concepts touched on are just imagination and theories in a sort of storyline. I mean no disrespect towards anyone. So enjoy with a side of salt and open mindedness. Discussion is how always to resolve misunderstanding. 

Disclaimer for any spelling or grammar errors. I use writing stories as a way to counter my dyslexia. It also seems that my dyslexia has its way of telling any sort of story in the wrong order. I guess this is how I ended up with 20 books to edit and post. 

Good luck in the adventure. Your always welcome to comment.

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