Meeting

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This is taken place after when her sister died. (Read the chap. "Promise"!)


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He lonely sat at the table, waiting for his parents to finish speaking.


He has never cared to become the next successor.


He couldn't care.


"Oh my dear son! Just imagine how many good-looking girls you'll get once you become the next successor!" His mom lovingly said.


"Haha! My son, I'm glad you possess great talent like your dad!" His father laughed.


All these voices are merely just another day for him.


He hated them.


They never cared for him. If it wasn't for his talent of his.


No one cared for him.


It's only because of his talent.


When his parents finished speaking, he excused himself to go outside.


To meet his so-called "friends".


"Hey! Can you show us how you attack those dummies?"


"Please please! They look so cool!"


"You're also really cute you know! Let's hang out!"


Voices.


He hates them.


He excused himself. 


"Hmph. Such a dummy! He won't even show us his combat skills!"


"Does he think he's higher than us just because he's the next successor?"


"I bet he's sooo rich! Maybe he'll compensate us by money!"


He's so tired.


Maybe taking a break won't hurt.


He barely got some at his house anyway.


He sat on the grass far on the hill where people barely came to visit.


It was peaceful.


He sighed.


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