A poor orphan woman. The son of a rich CEO. Watch as they meet and fall in love.

Short 3-4 chapters story

[Writing Prompts Contest # 2 - Modern Day Cinderella]

Photo by NeONBRAND on Unsplash.com

Writing prompts from me to you. I personally cant write well, might aswell share ideas.

TMS is now well and truly ended.
Thank you Islinda for giving this story a chance for a contract. I hope it proves well for Webnovel.
To all TMS regular readers and supporters. I won't name you individually to respect your anonymity.  With my deepest respect, thank you for your time, interaction and support.  A story can be written.  It's only when it's read that it becomes a tale. 
And I won't forget those from Tapread and Wattpad who gave Hinata and Eiji's drama a chance when it was there.  I've been blessed.
Here is an omake about its own small journey to close the curtains. 
---WPC #46 - To My Sunflower's Journey---
A moment of nostalgia as I look back to the contest that helped me form the concept for this story. Otherwise, I would've never written it.
---[[Writing Prompts Contest #46:Fall in Love with a Soldier
"Believe it or not, the only way we kept in touch was through letters. We would write to each other about our days, about our lives. They were all innocent letters, but they were amazing because it gave me an insight into how simple a person he was."
What it feels like loving a soldier?
"When you fall in love with a soldier, you fall in love with your country; when you fall in love with a soldier, nothing is set in stone on your end. Plans can and will change at the drop of a hat and planning ahead is impossible.
Though all that is true, so is when you fall in love with a soldier, you've found the best there is.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've found someone who not only loves you more than his own life but loves his country more than his own life as well.
When you fall in love with a soldier, a kiss is worth a million dollars, and no expensive gift can compare.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with someone who appreciates having a bed, running water and warm food.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with not who you've prayed for, but someone so much more.
Thank you, God, for letting me fall in love with my soldier."
(Emily Richeson)https://forum.webnovel.com/d/18335-writing-prompts-contests-45-46]]---
The winner of my prompt was a book that is now on hiatus. No other entries qualified. At the time I didn't realize that having votes was the rank qualifier. So my book was instantly disqualified.
Despite not making it past the car park, so to speak, I kept this story going. I had moved it to Wattpad and continued to post chapters there.
I entered it into a Wattpad community award, and had eventually won the award for Historical Fiction, but never received the prize for it. 😆
That's okay. Knowing that my writing was enough to be a winner in a judge's eyes was cool. It won over some quality stories as well. That was a prize enough for me.
After some time, I started posting the story to Tapread where it picked up read interest there. Then I got a ping from Islinda who liked the lone chapter I had left on the book page.  
This story has been a blast to write. I'm proud of what I've been able to achieve with it. I have no regrets of what I leave behind, as I have given my best shot.
♥♥
Arigatōgozaimashita.  
Until next time. Take care.♥


Hinata longed for his Eiji to return from war. Alone in the idyllic countryside whilst other areas of Japan were torn asunder. One day, he receives a letter from his lover filled with the scent of sunflowers and his undying love for him. Followed by official news of his presumed death at Iwo Jima. Heartbroken. Yet determined to honor his promise to Eiji; to live the life they were unable to live together.

Eiji fought honorably for Japan at Iwo Jima. He fell injured in a banzai charge to be classified as dead. He recovered with the aid of an American lieutenant, who escorted him back into the mainland for espionage work. His one chance and hope of return to Hinata's side.

A compelling risk of a war story set at the end of the Pacific War, 1945. Two sides of the war, on Japanese soil, are shown from the individual perspectives of same-sex lovers Hinata and Eiji. 

More than a boys love. This story is an emotional drama, revealing heart and souls of people surviving America's assault on Japan. The consequences suffered at war's end.

Support my main contracted novel and winner of Writing Prompts #26 - The Legendary Mage!

Desolate Mage: A Legend Reborn!
https://www.webnovel.com/book/12013957905760805/Desolate-Mage%3A-A-Legend-Reborn!

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If she were smarter, it wouldn't have taken a life threatening encounter to trigger the idea of using her self-created skill. She would have integrated it (as well as her footwork and own unique style of movements) days ago, since she had used it to penetrate Stefan's highly resistant armour.

If it worked against the divine armour (albeit weakened by several orders of magnitude), it should definitely have been effective against others as well...

Though her Unique Skill: Handshake wouldn't have been useful against Reeve; since she couldn't land a clean hit anyway. And she realised she couldn't have used it either... Humans would pop like watermelons from the intense tremors...

That's what she called her skill - Handshake. Forcefully vibrating her muscles and transmitting it through her hands to shake up the target. Hence, Handshake. It was a pretty good name... Or at least she thought so. Simple and clear. Little did she know that every historian and warrior would outright reject that ridiculous name, and call it the First Palm: Disruption instead.

The stalker backed away for the first time so far, allowing Sam some much needed respite. Despite not using mana, Handshake placed immense stress on her entire body; as the vibrations were generated from her footing up through her waist and to her hands.

It released a low growl. Then it crouched down low. Sam felt uneasy, her danger senses tingling.

Then it roared aggressively and pounced at her.

?

But why did it seem to not be moving any closer...?

To Sam's horror, the creature was facing her, but running backwards - towards Reeve.

"No!" Already half a second slow, she could only repeat her earlier move of extreme compression of her leg bones and muscles to intercept the creature.

She shot forth, quickly closing the distance and collided with the creature, sticking to its chest as they rolled on the ground, tangled up together.

To her horror, the stalkers maw widened in a smile, as if a tasty fly had fallen into its trap. Then it chomped down on her shoulder.

Pierced by the inch long razor teeth with her flesh and blood corroded by the acid spit, Sam screamed in pain and rained blows on the stalkers neck.

Again and again she smashed her fists, palms and chops into its head and neck, while the creature shook its head to widen and deepen the wound. She managed to breach its armour and mash up the inner flesh and muscles with her attacks - but she was running out of breath and dizzy from blood loss.

(Is this as far as I can go...?) She thought, even as her hands did not rest.

Then she realised that their tangled up bodies rolling around on the dirt ground were moving closer and closer to Reeve.

(Reeve... Well, even if I die, I'll make sure you're safe...)

She gasped as she saw him stirring and raise his head. Then raise his hand and prepare to throw his sword over.

"No!!!" She cried out in anguish, as the stalker decisively released her mangled shoulder from its jaws and pointed its claws at Reeve. The longest middle claw began to rotate, and with a disgusting slushing sound, the glossy claw fired at Reeve and embedded itself into the centre of his chest.

Reeve collapsed at a sickly angle, sword clattering down at his side and began to dissipate - a bad sign.

"!!!" Sam opened her mouth in silent anguish. Her body released eerie cracking sounds as she began to shrink - back down to her former 150cm size. Then in the blink of an eye, she vanished - then burst through the stalkers chest and out of its back. Her body seemed to blur as she induced intense vibrations throughout her whole body, causing her skin and blood vessels to rupture.

Now covered entirely in her own blood and the creatures acidic blood, the inhuman pain nearly knocked her out - it was only the rage and adrenaline that kept her from passing out. She landed behind the now kneeling monster and pivoted to release a powerful chop that cleaved through the base of its neck until her palm exited near its tailbone.

Where her chop split it in half, the muscles, blood vessels and armour at the edge of the wound began to hemmorhage and disintegrate, and the monster fell, this time for good.

Her body reverted to her normal tall form with sickening cracks and pops, and she watched it for a second or two, then, satisfied that it would not be able to regenerate, she collapsed with one thought in mind.

(Reeve... Live.)

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Near the temple area, at the very edge of the commercial district stood a plain 3 story building. It was made of red-brown bricks and was solid and well built, despite being simple and unadorned.

The lower floor had an entrance wide enough for a small wagon to pass through, where a set of plain double hardwood doors stood. Right now, the door was open, and one could see 2 men standing just inside the doors, ready to help carry the injured, or to deny entry to troublemakers.

Further in, 3 people were seated behind a long wooden counter, above which a sign with the words "registration" hung.

On the 2nd floor, there were 2 long passageways with numerous rooms on either side. One of the rooms had the door open, where a short, balding old man stood beside a big bed. The bed looked very big, especially because the room was cramped despite having nothing else but one more chair inside.

On the bed lay a person wrapped from neck to toe in bandages, which from the pungent smell were seeped into low to lower mid-grade ointments and herbs. The person was beginning to stir for the first time since the disaster last Monday which left 1 student dead, 4 injured and 1 teacher unaccounted for.

The physicians and priests had done all they could, and sighed, regretting that they could not do anything more - not without top-grade healing materials. And even if they had the resources, they would need someone who knew how to utilise them for healing.

With all those conditions met, it was still only enough to salvage the person's life, with no hope of advancing any further in cultivation.

Sam had awoken earlier in the morning, startling the nurse who nearly dropped her medicinal pastes. Sam could only weakly croak for water, before her consciousness drifted away again. She did feel wetness on her lips and in her throat though, so the nurse remembered her water.

Now Principal Snow was here to wait for her to wake up - as he felt responsible for calling Mikael away during the critical moments of the spar. The remains of the enhanced nightmare stalker were cleaned up - though they could not find traces of how the level 8 bio-undead managed to materialise in the middle of the defence formations.

Mikael had insisted to investigate Nadal's background, and even volunteered to lead the inquiry himself. But Principal Snow could only stay silent - Nadal's backing wasn't something their little town and academy could take on. Even if the victims were great talents, and even if the mayor's son was among the fallen...

The balding man sighed, adjusting his brown overcoat over his voluminous white tunic. He twirled his monocle in his right hand between his index and middle fingers. He rubbed his temples, wondering what to do with the Baron's proposition... Without Reeve and Sam, there was only Joe's son, Bob. But he doubted the Baron would choose the boy.

Coughing, Sam Sat up slightly in her bed and opened her eyes a crack. She craned her stiff neck to look for water and grunted at the pain landing through her shoulder. She forgot - she was still wrapped up in the physician's offices.

"Here, have a drink." Principal Snow held the cup to her lips, then was surprised as she downed the entire cup in quick gulps. Then she continued coughing, calming down only after a good 10 seconds.

"Feeling better...? It's a miracle you survived. And a miracle you be recovered so well."

She looked at him without expression, then gasped when she remembered the most important question.

"Reeve... He..." Sam didn't know how to continue, as she choked up and the words couldn't leave her mouth - because she saw Principal Snow's face fall and grief mar his face.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Then he looked down at the floor, as if the words were too heavy to be spoken. He took a deep breath, looked up and said to her, "I'm sorry... He - he didn't make it..."

Two streams of tears flowed down Sam's cheeks as she lay her head back onto the pillow and closed her eyes.

Taken aback at the girl's grief, Principal Snow tried to speak when a nurse burst into the room.

"Principal, you'll want to come upstairs. Reeve woke up."

The Principal gave Sam an embarrassed smile; sheepish that his prank/ joke was seen through so quickly.

If Sam weren't wrapped up and crippled, Principal or not, she was angry enough to punch his teeth out. She settled for throwing her cup at his shiny head, smiling when she saw the water dripping down his face and a red bump rising.

Systems? Transmigrators? Gods?
No problem! All will crumble under my fists!
Smashing dragons, devils and heros into meat patties!
Still, she has a dream - "When will I have a boyfriend...?"

"If the wretched heavens are against me..."
"...Then I shall BREAK the heavens!"

Sam is an orphan with a dream: a simple life and happy family. Nearly talent-less (and ahem, a little slow witted...), she has only her two (overpowered) fists to rely on in a world that seems determined to make her forever-alone.

Follow her story as she falls in love and learns what it means to experience loss;
Shares thick and thin with the most unexpected companions;
Faces betrayal by the ones she thought were the closest;
And learns to open her heart again to trust.

ANNOUNCEMENTS
NEVER DROPPED UNTIL COMPLETED.
...but major slow down as I am focusing on Desolate Mage.

Note: Romance will take time - and chapters :)

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Guys I made this story to join from contest I previous Writing Prompts Contest 123: Female Lead - Werewolf Sighted on Campus! But now it's already end and I think I don't make make it. So if someone reading this story of mine cause I'm planning to not update it every day since I have another 3 story and it's my priority cause I join it as well in the contest. But if someone will opposed at my decision please do tell me I will change my mine immediately cause for all of my story so far this is what I really like... Hehe so please... Tell if anybody want to an update every day just tell me!!

A girl who hate by her whole clan because of her late parents sin.
She's indeed a traitor for all eyes but still she care and submitted to them.

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She is standing in front of her parents little by little eating by the fire burning in the middle of their surrounding clan. She can't do anything other than crying. Beside there are punish because of her.

Because she's born into the world.

Her father is half vampire and half wolf who happen to get fall in love with her wolf mother.

They hide their relationship to everyone since a wolf can't be fall to there enemy's. 

A vampire...

But her mother got pregnant and there relationship revealed to there clan they parents got away and hide. Until in her 10th birthday came and there clan find them and now she's staring at her parents getting burned...


She instantly wake up from her bad nightmare when her auntie shake her to wake up.

Lyca wake up your getting late at school.

She open her eyes wider when she heard that.

No it can't be! I don't want people focus there attention toward me.

I smiled widely at my aunt she's my mother sister who adapt her since her parents died. She love her aunt she is the only one accept her as she is there's no one care about her other than her aunt.

Her clan? Well she's like a trash to them and useless.

I stand up and take a bath and move fast as I can since it's already ten minutes before her class starts.

As she got out of there house she run fast so she can't be late.

I really hope that my power comes out already like the other teenagers at her age but maybe because her father is half only her changing form comes delay.
That was her aunt say. She well maybe she's lying and I don't have power at all.

But it doesn't matter as long as I live I won't lost my hope.

As I cross the street I suddenly jumped in surprised when someone car appears inforn of me. I good thing is I avoid it from running fast.

I sigh... That was close.

Hey if you want to die go on but don't take anyone with you!

The driver said.

I just stoop my head and run again.


I was entering at the school when someone bump in to me.

Hey stupid are you blind! 

I stoop and say sorry. 
But the someone grabbed me and hold my chin up. 

Wohh look who's who! 

I stare at the guy in front of me with silence cause I know I'm pretty doomed. 

Cause I bump into the most notorious guy in the campos together with his allied..

What am I going to do? 
Mom... Dad... 
I think I'm going to be with you anytime soon...

Hey, guys.  I have some unpleasant news to discuss.

I first created this novel to enter a biweekly writing prompts contest hosted by Webnovel.  Starting three days late,  I felt that I didn't have time to create a proper outline for the novel so I hopped right in.  This has resulted in a myriad of problems popping up with regards to story progression and the overall quality of the book.

Now that I have a bit of time since the contest is over. I want to work on a few things before the novel gets too far along.  I'll mainly be outlining arcs, villains, power progression, character development, and reworking previous chapters so that they're grammatically better and easier to read.

I can not stress this next point enough.

THIS DOES NOT MEAN THAT THIS NOVEL WILL BE DROPPED. 

It's just that I'll be taking a break from this story to work on a few other projects that I've thought up.
  
Thanks for being so understanding,
Victim

[Escape is Impossible has joined the chatroom.]

Escape is Impossible: "Hello, is anyone there?  I was advised to come here after the deed was done."

Wishful Thinking: "Ahh, a new memeber joins us this day.  Welcome, if you have any issues or questions feel free to reach out.  After all, we all share a similar interest here."

Escape is impossible: "I only have one question right now.  How do I properly dispose of the body?"

As I gazed at the absurd chat before me I could only pray in my heart and ask again.  "System, what do want me to do again?"

"Host has 8 hours to apprehend the murderer known as Escape is Impossible before he successfully disposes of his victim's body.   Failure to do so will result in the termination of the host."

Wassup everyone, yoursexypotato here!

I just want to remind you all that I really appreciate your support, especially those who have added this novel to their library. It really motivates me to write when the numbers go up(yes, I can see the number of people who added this novel to their library).

Just a news for everyone!

I will be entering Writing Prompts Contest #50: Mage. Yay! Not a pro, but why not?

I won't be adding any more chapters to this specific page because I will be transferring it to the other one -- the one I'm entering the contest with. You can all remove THIS specific book, Runes of Hecate (MIGRATED), and add the other one.

Same chapters, same story. 

It's just that, in order to enter the contest, the novel should be newly added to Webnovel. That means at the moment of the novel's creation, you specify the writing contest you are joining. Mine is already out there so the only way to get around it is to create a "new" novel and update that one. It's not against the rules, so that's what I did.

Here is the new link for the novel (which would also be available in THIS novel's synopsis):

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

If you like my novel, please support me! I'd really appreciate it if you vote this novel, even just for the week of the contest.

As a compensation for bothering all of you, I'll throw in a couple more chapters in advance! I hope that would be enough :D

Peace out!

This novel has been migrated. Here is the new link:

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

Same chapters, same story. I will be emailing Webnovel to remove this copy of the novel soon.

Thank you for all the support!

;)What the fuck are these things.

"I don't know but I'm scared," Mu said licking the sea salt off his lips.

;)What are you hungry you want to eat them, why the fuck are you licking your lips.

"Because they're chapped," Mu said furiously giving his lips some tongue.

;)Stop that it's weird even the fucking mutants are getting creeped out.

"I'm trying to get them to accept me," Mu thought to the voice not stopping his voracious tongue movement on his lips.

;)Don't use those words.

"What it's what I'm doing," Mu said while juggling his saliva across his lips.

;)Goddamnit there is just some things you don't describe look you scared away the mutants with your words.

"Oh I guess I'll stop then," Mu said resting his tongue back into it's wet lair called the mouth.

;)What are you doing know.

"Flexing my tongue it's sore," Mu said while pulsating his tongue from stiff to soft.

;)STOP.

"Is the tongue a muscle," Mu asked the voice.

;)W..what.

In another part of the universe another Mu was sitting down beside a fire with a monocle in his eye.

"Hahaha I'm not Mu, Author I am simply a forgotten segment or some shit being used here to talk about something." The Not Mu said.

The Not Mu got a book from a shelf and looked directly at the Author watching him.

"It has come to my attention that a certain website on which our book is published has made a new writing prompt competition." The Not Mu said while opening the book he got out.

"It is titled "Writing Prompts Contest 116: Male Lead - Entertainer in Another World", now this in itself is not the coolest part. The best part is in the ideas section where it says,"1) A former world-class singer wakes up in a world filled with fantastical beings and magic. They soon find out that their voice and songs are magical in nature in this new world where bards exist. How will they make use of this? How will this world respond to their power?"Not Mu said and after he was done he closed up the book and looked right at the readers.

"Now I don't know if you've read the story up to this point but I mean...come on. I'm not mad website on which this story is published in fact I just want to know who on your staff likes my story because that is badass." Not Mu said. 

"I don't know if this is normal or not but it's definitely cool," Not Mu stood up and ripped off his mask revealing himself to be the Author.

"I didn't want to make myself a body in this world because I didn't want Mu to be able to meet me, but I had to come down and say thank you I have had this story bumping around in my head for years and I just had to write it I didn't expect 10,000 people to find this concept as interesting as me." I wiped a tear away from my eye and said," This may not sound like a lot to some people but that's more people then I have in my city (I think). So thank you." Author signing out.

;)God I hope that's the last one of those.

Fuck You.

I can’t really explain this story but it does have an overpowered main character, a super huge world, and a talking abyss.

Nakagawa Aokiji did not mean literal sacrifice.
"The game that was created by Class 4 of the second grade was a game called [Nonexistent Person]. The rules of the game were straightforward, select a person from the class and ignore him completely. Treat him like an invisible man and pay no attention to whatever he did. In short, treat him like a nonexistent person."
The winter was over, and the spring weather was nice and cool. Even though it was close to dawn, the temperature at night was still freezing.
After listening to what Aokiji just said, a sudden chill came over them as they felt a strong sense of absurdity. It was not because they were frightened, it was because they did not expect that the vast fire incident was all because of a game.
They didn't really understand the details of the incident. They knew that the protagonists of the event were all the students from the fourth class of the second grade, and a transfer student, Ito Shunji.
Indeed. At that time, the students intended to choose the person by drawing lots after they came up with the game.
However, nobody wanted to be the [Nonexistent Person]. So someone suggested that since all of them already knew about the game, it would defeat the purpose of the game, even if they succeeded in choosing someone to be the [Nonexistent Person].
The reason was that the chosen person would have known about this game and that everybody else was just acting. If it were the case, the game would be meaningless and therefore, no fun.
As a result, the students of Class 4 of the second grade racked their brains to think of a way to optimize the game.
Just when they almost wanted to give up, the teacher announced that a student would transfer to their school in a few days.
The students from Class 4 of the second grade were very excited. They had finally found the most suitable person to be the [Nonexistent Person]!
And this was the initial cause of the fire incident in Akichi High School.
"Aokiji, how could we not know about this incident?!" Masato Yamazaki freaked out upon hearing it, but he was not done talking, "You didn't even inform us before coming here."
The others nodded along. Although they did know a little regarding the incident, they were definitely not as well informed as Aokiji.
Aokiji smiled, "I'm telling you guys right now for the sake of intensifying the atmosphere. Wouldn't it be very boring if you knew about it earlier?"
Even though they came to Akichi High School without preparation, Aokiji had already inquired into the incident, mainly to enhance the atmosphere while exploring the high school.
Based on what he could see, it was beneficial.
"But wouldn't the teacher step in?" Chiba Shiori suddenly opened her mouth. She looked at Aokiji and asked, "Normally, when a student transfers to another school, he would have to make a self-introduction… Don't tell me, the game had already started that time?"
Even if the game started and all his classmates treated Ito Shunji as the [Nonexistent Person], he could still talk to the teachers and students from other classes.
If this happened, Class 4 of the second grade would not be able to pull off the game.
Kimura Kazuki glanced at Shiori and nodded. This story was indeed full of flaws from his point of view. Maybe it was just like what Aokiji said, it was only to enhance the atmosphere.
"It was said that even the teachers participated in the game," Aokiji did not ignore Shiori's question and replied directly. "As for the students from other classes, Class 4 of the second grade had told them in advance. The game that was only supposed to be played amongst themselves eventually became a game that was played by the whole school."
Aokiji noticed the doubt on Shiori's face and smiled.
 "At that time, the President of the Student Union of Akichi High School was from Class 4 of the second grade, and he was the biggest delinquent in the school."
"Huh? I thought only those who are good in studies and of excellent moral characters can be the Student Union President?" Suzuki Aichi remarked, "When I was in high school, a senior of that nature held the post of President of the Student Union."
Without waiting for Aokiji to reply, Yasuda Aoi, who was standing next to him, smiled and said, "Aichi, yours was a special case. For the sake of the college entrance examination, the majority of high school students were devoted to learning, both mentally and physically. Along with the addition of club activities, they couldn't serve in the student union."
Aokiji rolled his eyes at Yasuda Aoi, who talked out of turn. He knew that Yasuda wanted to show off in front of Aichi and thus, decided not to say much.
Kazuki nodded quietly, seemingly deep in thought.
One could only do so much. Kazuki could study and hold the positions of the Head of Department of Sword Believers' Club and the President of the Student Union at the same time.
He believed that no one in the school would reject him if he wished to be President.
In spite of that, he did not do so as it would be very tiring. There was a limit to what a man could do, it would be impossible for him to do that.
The person who was serving as the President of the Student Union in Sakura Kyu Academy was one of the members of the Sword Believers' Club, Yanagawa Izumi.
This guy's grades were awful, he did not have the inborn talent for studying. His study plan for the guy was basically useless, which was why Kazuki told him to be the President of the Student Union.
The college entrance examination in Japan was different from those of other countries.
The examination was divided into two sessions. The first session primarily consisted of written exam to examine the capability of mastering knowledge from textbooks. The second session would be either a college interview or a professional assessment, testing one's ability, and also his skill in answering questions.
These two sessions of examination could help in further discovering the students' potentials. They would then enroll the students based on their performance or overall results.
If Yanagawa Izumi fails his written exam, he might still get a chance to further his study, as he was the former President of the Student Union.
"Those female leads in anime, paragons of virtue, serving as the Student Union Presidents and the Head of Department in clubs, bantering flirtatiously with the male lead, are fictitious," Sakai Reiko who was next to him mocked.
Aokiji could not help but smile. The horrifying atmosphere that he rendered just now dissipated after all the interruption.
Contrary to what one might expect, Shiori had been thinking. Unlike Kazuki, she was a real novelist. Even though the sales of her first published work was not very good, at least she had taken the first step to become a novelist.
The editor told her that there were two quick ways to gain popularity.
First, she could write a light novel that was guaranteed to be popular. As long as it was well-liked, manga, cartoon adaptation and popularity would come surging.
Secondly, she could write a non-mainstream light novel, gather some fans first, and make steadfast progress. There was no need to reach for what was beyond her grasp.
Which was why she chose the supernatural genre. And for the sake of writing, today she deliberately came to Akichi High School, a school that was discussed on all paranormal forums and infamous for its supernatural incidents.
"Mr. Nakagawa, how did you know about these?" Shiori realized that she was straightforward and smiled faintly.
"I apologize, I just wanted to know about the incident five years ago as it will help me in my writing."
Aokiji laughed, "There really is nothing to hide. If you investigate thoroughly, you will find out something about the fire incident five years ago. Almost all the students in Class 4, the second grade were taken away. There was actually a sick student who had requested a leave of absence and was resting in the dormitory. He managed to escape death by sheer luck."


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

(probably just a failed attempt of writing a story after 10 years without writing anything?) (this involves traveling to another world by reincarnation? teleportation? possession?)
(First volume, ZERO, will be in MC's home world and then the fan-fiction takes a turn to the title...)
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MC is living in a parallel world to ours (very similar, only some small differences). 
He lives as any regular high school student would, go to school, talk whit friends, practice sport, go to some random events, helps his family...
but is it truly regular? what is hidden of the eyes of others that remains "unchanged" ?
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"Fuiripe. what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be practicing? You should already know to separate things up. GO BACK HOME AND FINISH TODAY'S SCHEDULE! We will talk once I finish here"
.
.
.
"Fu-kun! Congratulations on your grade. I don't know how you manage to get such results. You seemed like an idiot... I mean in a good way! a friendly idiot... SOMEONE THAT GET OTHER PEOPLE TO LIKE THEM BECAUSE OF HOW THEY ARE!!!"
"idiots?"
"EXACTLY!!!"
"..."
"NOOO!!! I mean... you guys know what I want to say! aaaaaahhhh! This is so frustrating!! FUUU! I will pay a lunch in the Burger Hall, so forget about this!"
"ahahah! what can I do?"
.
.
.
"two more laps for the cross-country to finish...12 persons behind me that can manage to maintain the pace, 5 in front that will gas out before the last lap and 3 almost at the end, also this 4 guys can go faster, I need to start increasing the pace so that this guy on the left can get heated up and make the peloton outpace themselves.... hey sarato! you want to compete?
"fu...  you think you can beat me!? lets do it then!!"
...
"aaah! ah ..ahah ...I win!!! did you... like to wach my back ...for this entire lap? ahah... Fu? what's up whit that face? ...are you mad you lose?
...
"hey Fu! wake up."
moves arm to touch Fu's back
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!! my name is Fuiripe! And I will win this race! your part is already over, now you do whatever you want, but don't disturb me!"
"..."
.
.
.
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the story starts at MC's origins and then the "incident" happens

(probably just a failed attempt of writing a story after 10 years without writing anything?) (this involves traveling to another world by reincarnation? teleportation? possession?)
(First volume, ZERO, will be in MC's home world and then the fan-fiction takes a turn to the title...)

SHOULD I JUST START THE FANFICTION WHEN THE MC GOES TO KUROKO's WORLD AND GIVE A SMALL INTRODUCTION OF THE MC
 or
 DO THE FIRST VOLUME TO CREATE THE HISTORY OF THE MC TO GET A MORE RELIABLE CHARACTER???
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MC is living in a parallel world to ours (very similar, only some small differences). 
He lives as any regular high school student would, go to school, talk whit friends, practice sport, go to some random events, helps his family...
but is it truly regular? what is hidden of the eyes of others that remains "unchanged" ?
__________________________________
.
.
.
"Fuiripe. what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be practicing? You should already know to separate things up. GO BACK HOME AND FINISH TODAY'S SCHEDULE! We will talk once I finish here"
.
.
.
"Fu-kun! Congratulations on your grade. I don't know how you manage to get such results. You seemed like an idiot... I mean in a good way! a friendly idiot... SOMEONE THAT GET OTHER PEOPLE TO LIKE THEM BECAUSE OF HOW THEY ARE!!!"
"idiots?"
"EXACTLY!!!"
"..."
"NOOO!!! I mean... you guys know what I want to say! aaaaaahhhh! This is so frustrating!! FUUU! I will pay a luch in the Burger Hall, so forget about this!"
"ahahah! what can I do?"
.
.
.
"two more laps for the cross-country to finish...12 persons behind me that can manage to maintain the pace, 5 in front that will gas out before the last lap and 3 almost at the end, also this 4 guys can go faster, I need to start increasing the pace so that this guy on the left can get heated up and make the peloton outpace themselves.... hey sarato! you want to compete?
"fu...  you think you can beat me!? lets do it then!!"
......
"aaah! ah ..ahah ...I win!!! did you... like to wach my back ...for this entire lap? ahah... Fu? what's up whit that face? ...are you mad you lose?
...
"hey Fu! wake up."
moves arm to touch Fu's back
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!! my name is Fuiripe! And I will win this race! your part is already over, now you do whatever you want, but don't disturb me!"
"..."
.
.
.
_______________________________
the story starts at MC's origins and then the "incident" happens

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