𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 - ᵇᶰʰᵃ (formerly "flower petals")

. ａｓｔｅｒ .

The aster flower carries a variety of meanings, such as daintiness, patience, and charm in Victorian culture, but in general, the small flower primarily represents love, wisdom and faith. There are a variety of different colors that the flower comes in as well, each with their own, unique meaning. For example, purple asters symbolize wisdom and royalty, making them the most popular color. White asters symbolize purity and innocence, while red asters symbolize undying devotion. The final pigment variation, pink, symbolizes sensitivity and love.

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Monday, 10:42 a.m. - the day of the entrance exams

Opening your eyes, you quickly became aware of two things; one, you weren't on the ground of the city's replication anymore, and two, lights had never seemed so bright before.

Stifling a groan, you weakly lifted your right arm, bringing it up to your face to shield your eyes from the light.

Your entire body ached - was this what it would feel like when you were old?

Slowly bringing your arm back down, you squinted your eyes, attempting to help them adjust to the lighting. You weren't familiar with your surroundings, but based on your previous actions, you assumed that it had to be an infirmary of some sort. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, a weak groan escaped your lips as your eyes scanned the exposed skin of your arms, legs, and torso.

Your brows furrowed as you took note of the absence of scabs, dried blood, and raw skin. Yes, you still ached all over, but your skin appeared to have healed - perhaps the nurse here had a healing quirk? You had never paid too much attention to the various heroes out there, too preoccupied with keeping your plants healthy and happy.

"Ah, I see you've finally woken up."

Your eyes immediately widened as you turned your torso towards your left, coming face to face with a rather short woman. Was she the one who healed you? That seemed most probable, considering her outfit.

"A-Ah ... yes, uhm, I-I have ..."

Flickering your vision back towards your hands, you began fidgeting your fingers, becoming nervous under her gaze.

"No need to be so nervous, dear! I'm Shuzenji Chiyo; you can call me Recovery Girl - sorry I wasn't able to heal you out on the field, it was too risky to move your body, and I had already used up a decent amount of my energy on other children!"

"O-Oh-! Uhm, i-it's fine ..! Thank you ... I-I'm sorry, I know what I did was foolish ..."

"You do now?"

"Y-Yes ...! I was already nearing my limit b-but I ... th-there were so many of them, I just couldn't l-leave them there ..."

You slowly shifted your gaze back to the short woman, who you now knew as Recovery Girl. Though your expression was unsure, the older woman quickly took notice of the small spark your eyes held.

"You did save a large number of kids - 93, if I remember correctly! You did good, dear! You need to be more careful, though - but it appears you know that now, right?"

Nodding, you gently swung your legs off of the side of the bed you had been laying on. Though you could get by with the raw, irritated skin, the larger the number of plants you created, or even just the larger the plant itself, the amount skin damaged would increase, and you'd lose far more blood.