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“K - THE FIRST STORY”

CHAPTER 7: THE BLUE KING (Complete)

* K - The First Story (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

When he woke up as the "Blue King", Munakata's first impression was "I see."

He understood it and became convinced that he was a "king". There was no shame or fear.

Since he was little, he had been thinking about who he was and what he should do.

It can be said that the confusion has cleared up after becoming the "Blue King". Munakata, who was wondering who he was, found a way out when he received the answer: "I am the King."

After becoming "king", he was not mistaken for anything. Even if something doesn't go according to plan, it doesn't upset his emotions and, as an "event that didn't go as expected," he figures out where it should fit and puts things on top in an orderly fashion.

Just except that man is involved.

Munakata was sitting in a tea room set up in his office and thinking about it.

He wondered if he was confused now.

Certainly he is a bit confused. When his emotions are altered, Munakata calmly analyzes his spirit.

Now, in the basement of "Scepter 4", finds the "Red King" Suoh Mikoto. At the moment, the suppressor's hand of different ability is still, but it amounts to a rest. His intention was to stay there.

Yes, if he really wants to stop the royal authority, the royal authority itself must continue to lay down with all its might. Interestingly, as Suoh playfully put it, he stayed for 14 hours. However, even if it was done, Munakata and Suoh's powers are almost the same. It is impossible for Munakata to always beat Suoh, and it is only an act that increases the risk of the swords of Damocles falling.

So, what to do?

Before the red clan finds the "Colorless King" who is Totsuka Tatara's assassin, Munakata must find him first. What will happen to the Weissman deviation from the "Red King" who would have lost the brunt of the revenge? And how likely is it that the man will quietly stop exercising his power and choose a way to hide, even if it is a grain of sand? It is unknown if he is or not, but at the moment there was no other way to do it.

There are other ways, except for Suoh Mikoto's survival condition. However, Munakata has no intention of giving up.

He will not die and, of course, no innocent will die, and the case will be solved. He keeps thinking and acting because of it. It was because he judged that he was "the right thing" as the "Blue King", and at the same time, because of the personality of the human being named Reisi Munakata.

Munakata exhales slowly and opens his eyes.

When Munakata reached for a tea utensil to calm his mind and make tea, the office door was hastily slammed.

"Captain! The Yuishiki (Wisdom) System" once again caught the alleged assassin of Tatara Totsuka!"

Enomoto, a member of the special task force, reported with a short breath. Munakata lifts his eyes with an "Oya."

"The suspicious child is still moving while he was caught in "Yuishiki's" surveillance net several times after being caught passing from the school side to the mainland side under the connecting bridge of Ashinaka High School!"

"Is he still hiding at Ashinaka High School? Awashima-kun reported that the suspect did not belong to the school, but even though he was not a student, he made Gakuenjima a hiding place. Is there any reason why he could?"

"What about you, Captain?"

Munakata got to his feet quickly.

"It's a dispatch. Let's set up a siege net so the suspect won't notice it. Keep the suspect in a place that doesn't involve the general public, not even in battle. Fushimi-kun will be in charge of personnel. Awashima-kun She was scheduled to go home today, so sorry, call her back as an emergency."

"Understood!"

Enomoto greets him and hurries.

Munakata looked out the window. The rain washes the window pane and the other side sinks into darkness.

"A mysterious boy. Let me show you your true identity."

Munakata pulled up his glasses and stood alone, adjusted his shoes and left the office.

++++++++++

He couldn't see the downcast boy, and he said something to cheer him up.

As he looked at the boy, who seemed to have recovered a bit, Kuro gently touched the sheath of the "Kotowari" sword entrusted to him by his master, Ichigen Miwa, with his left hand.

It is true that he cannot kill him until it is determined if the new "Colorless King" is good or bad. Ichigen Miwa would never punish based on suspicion.

But more than that, Kuro knew that he had placed himself on this boy's shoulders. Seeing the confused and trustworthy boy, he wanted to be purely useful.

If, after investigating the truth, it turns out that the boy is really the culprit and has lost his memory, could he kill him?

(Ichigen-sama. I will keep my promise. I am prepared to carry out the mission that Ichigen-sama gave me to the end, even if it costs my life.)

But this guy... at least this guy in front of him, he's not evil. Even if this boy's past may be that of a sinner, now that he is anxious because he cannot understand his past and his true identity, he is an ordinary person who loves and appreciates his friends.

(Will I be able to find the true identity of this boy's past, and if it turns out that he was evil, can I forget his appearance in front of me and cut him off? I wonder if I am a mature and weak-hearted person who thinks about such things. Ichigen-sama…)

He wanted an answer from Ichigen Miwa and he wanted to press the button on the tape recorder.

However, at that moment, a strong light fell on Kuro and the boy.

Suddenly, the strong white light hit his eyes, and Kuro covered his face with his arms. At the same time that they knew that the night lights were all on at once, they realized that they were surrounded by darkness.

"God of the night sword, Kuro! And his accomplice!"

A woman's voice with a clear pitch flew through the speaker.

A stretched-back woman, dressed in a blue uniform, stood at the edge of the stadium with members who seemed to be her subordinates. "Scepter 4", Lieutenant Awashima Seri.

"We are 'Scepter 4'! According to Article 2 of the Special Phenomenon Management Act, we will take them into custody!"

Awashima holds up a PDA and projects his "Scepter 4" membership card into the air with a hologram to prove his identity.

"Wel,l uh... I don't know what's going on, but I'm sorry..."

"We refuse!"

After being dragged away and interrupting the boy who apologized for not understanding the meaning, Kuro said that out loud.

Awashima must have expected resistance as a matter of course. As soon as she stepped on the procedure, she changed the air she was carrying for a combative one and touched the handle of her sword.

"Everyone, draw your swords!"

Under Awashima's command, the members of "Scepter 4" lined up in a row draw their sword one after another.

"Awashima, batto."

The sword that carries blue light is gently drawn. The spirit that overflowed from Awashima's body was a bit different from the other members. Feeling that it was quite well done, Kuro was ready. He takes a step forward to hide the restless boy behind him.

Defeat Awashima while he protects the boy and breaks the siege of other members of "Scepter 4." The world was distorted when Kuro was slightly frowned upon under difficult conditions.

When he realized it, the view of the stadium had disappeared, and Kuro and the boy were in the middle of the jumbled intersection in front of Shizume Station.

"What's going on...?"

The boy leaked a confused voice. The empty night stadium suddenly became a crowded city during the day. It seems like he was dreaming during the day, but if he looks closely, he can see that there are members of "Scepter 4" behind the crowd, and they are also surprised and confused. If it is a "dream", then the city scene he is looking at is a dream.

Kuro remembered this feeling, chasing the boy in Gakuenjima and being teased by Neko.

Kuro was at the mercy of the illusions that were unleashed one after another.

So this is it.

Neko ran in from the other side before Kuro searched her. The boy rolls his eyes at her.

"Oh, Neko."

Neko emerges from the crowd, shaking her long hair and exposing her naked and white body, just like when they first met. She quickly took the boy's arm and ran to guide him. Kuro also followed them silently and ran through the crowd.

A phenomenon like they suddenly moved to a different place, "Scepter 4" was confused by the appearance of a large number of ordinary people, this was a perceptual interference caused by a person with abilities, and it seems that they realized that the people passing by were not real human beings.

The members lined up at the place where the exit "should be", and began to put a shield with their blue power to not let the boy escape.

"The exit is over there."

He consults with Neko.

"Yes! Beyond that blue boy!"

After that, she turns into a kitten to make it easier to escape. Kuro gave a visual cue to the boy, jumped up alone and knocked down the members who raised the shield.

No matter what fallen limbs they were, Kuro ran in the direction that seemed to have a way out. The boy and Neko also immediately follow Kuro.

However, a blue slash attack passed in front of him as if he was going, and Kuro, who was running in front, took a step forward and stopped. Immediately the blade of the sword passes over the tip of his nose.

The blue bar was sharp and straight. There was a deep straight crack in the concrete, but it was not destroyed. It was a sharp force that accurately pierced only the target.

Kuro turns towards the direction the bar was released. As expected, Awashima was holding her sword.

"I'll take care of this! Go protect your place!"

Awashima gives the instructions while she looks at Kuro. The fallen limbs quickly recovered and attended.

After all, it seems that the fight is inevitable, and Kuro took an offensive stance, holding "Kotowari's" sheath with his left hand. Behind the scenes, the boy's annoying breathing sounds.

"Back off."

Amid the phantom crowd, Kuro confronts Awashima.

Whether the woman with the sword is standing or the man with the sword is holding it, the phantom passersby walk without worrying about it. Kuro disappeared from his consciousness.

"Draw your sword, I don't care."

Awashima makes a cheering gesture with her jaw, as he keeps his sword in his sheath. But Kuro doesn't move.

"This sword is not to cut you."

"If so, you will be cut off by someone like me!"

Awashima closed the distance in one step. The distance between the two instantly disappeared, and Awashima's sword, radiating a blue glow, pierced the place where Kuro stood. Kuro jumped at that moment. He kicked the surface of the street with his landing foot and Kuro made his way to Awashima. He didn't draw his sword, but he swung a fist with Colorless power. The opponent is a strong fighter. He shook the fact that she was a woman out of his head and shook his fist mercilessly, but Awashima squirmed and shook it.

Awashima, who flew up and took distance, fired another slash from a distance. The blade of blue light came flying, but during the period of the sword, the trajectory of the cut is changed by the power of spatial manipulation in the right hand.

It is a retreat.

Neither attack has reached the other yet. She didn't feel like losing, but there was something that was a bit difficult for Awashima as it was still a fist. It is not good to have a long-term battle.

Still, he had no intention of overtaking her. This sword cannot be drawn due to Kuro's circumstances.

That's something to scoop and shake only when Miwa's mission is accomplished.

Even though it was at Kuro's waist, it was not Kuro's sword, but Miwa Ichigen's sword.

++++++++++

As he listened to reports of what was happening inside the stadium, Munakata sipped relaxed tea.

Traveling to the assigned place in the specially equipped command vehicle is a good thing, as he can enjoy the tea he missed at the office. The field in the rain has a strange atmosphere.

The sound of the rain hitting the umbrella is not bad either.

"You are missing a deciding factor."

Fushimi said from inside the command vehicle. Munakata replied with a "Hm."

There is no distinction between private time and public time for Munakata. If the fights are every day, bedtime is for the well-being and order of the greatest number of people. Members who know the nature of Munakata are no longer surprised that Munakata brews tea and drinks on site.

"Please go to work now."

He is not surprised, but Fushimi says that with a slightly displeased voice. Munakata said "Hm." Again.

The situation inside the stadium that can be heard is quite interesting.

A crowd that suddenly appeared, what appears to be an extraordinary sensory interference ability.

Awashima, who has the best sword skills of "Scepter 4" except for Munakata, and Kuro Yatogami, a vassal of the predecessor "Colorless King" who fights more than equal without drawing his sword.

And the boy who is suspected of killing Tatara Totsuka, who claims to be the new "Colorless King" protected by them.

The night sword god, Kuro, is unlikely to serve the new assassin king, even if the "Colorless King" has been replaced, even if the person with the unknown perceptual jamming skill is left behind.

Munakata also learned about Kuro Yatogami's story. He is a vassal called "loyal dog" who has sworn "allegiance" to Miwa Ichigen.

Why is he doing this? Was there any instruction from Miwa Ichigen in his life?

Munakata remembers the "Colorless King", Miwa Ichigen, that he once saw.

He was a kind man dressed in Japanese clothes. He seemed to be ill and had a dream related to it, but he also sported an aura that was more than compensated for. He had a mysterious dignity, a power opposed to violent power, it can be said that his figure generated confidence.

The unique power of that "King" was "prediction". Certainly, he was an impressive person with eyes that looked through everything.

"I wonder if this situation was also foreseen."

Munakata muttered, carefully placed the empty tea bowl on the floor and stood up.

++++++++++

Awashima's cut was intercepted by Kuro.

Awashima began to show annoyance at Kuro, who continued to deflect the attack when he was slimy from space manipulation.

She can feel the movement of the muscles throughout her body, the blue light that envelops her body becomes brighter and the hand holding the sword gains more power.

Along with the exhalation of smoke, she put force on the blade and launched a cut through space.

"This is not a problem!"

The blue bar turned into a grid and attacked Kuro. In a deadly attack similar to a throwing net, Kuro also put his luck in his right hand.

Attacks with such a wide range are difficult to deflect from the trajectory.

He extended the power of the colorless extraordinary ability in his right hand in a way that made the palm huge, caught the bar in a grid shape from the front, and canceled it later with a countermeasure.

With that impulse, Kuro kicked the ground.

When he gets close to Awashima, who had a gap right after launching a big move, he tries to punch with her.

The color of his mind changed.

Horribly, Kuro stopped moving.

A blue sword hovered over the ghost town of Shizume.

A mysterious, majestic giant sword that is made of mineral, but has an organic atmosphere.

"The sword of Damocles!"

The landscape around the sword began to distort into blue like a paralyzed image. The blue distortion constantly spreads around the sword and erodes the world of lies created by Neko.

Slowly, a man walked under the sword.

He was approached by a man with glasses and a fearless smile, with a blue light pouring out of his body. He was a man with beautiful eyes, but there was a terrifying horror hidden behind his eyes.

Kuro took a deep breath and involuntarily stepped back and braced himself.

The "Blue King" Reisi Munakata.

Munakata approached in front of Awashima and stopped.

"Thank you for your hard work. Thanks to you, I was able to understand the situation."

"Huh."

"Let's go to work, because Fushimi-kun is loud."

Munakata's bottomless eyes turned to Kuro, the boy, and Neko in the form of a kitten that the boy is holding in his arms.

Munakata looks at them with interest for a while, then laughs and takes a step forward.

As soon as Munakata's foot stepped on the surface of the street, a blue distortion spread out from under Munakata's foot. He repaints the surface of the street blue with the force of the water that overflows and spreads suddenly and spreads through the air. The "correct world" appears from the blue distortion.

The scrambled intersection at Shizume disappears into a wet lawn, and the clear daytime sky turns into the rainy night sky.

Neko, the kitten the boy was holding, turned into a human girl.

"Nya!"

Neko, who has reverted to her original form, hides behind the boy as if she is scared to see Munakata's figure.

"I see, there is an unknown third person involved, a Strain? It exerts a force in a specific area centered on itself, and interferes with the perception and recognition of humans in it at the same time and manipulates it freely. It is a dangerous ability."

Munakata quickly raised a hand. The bustling and bright city of Shizume, which had been disappearing, completely disappeared, and returned to the original stadium at night when it was raining.

The members who gained power with the appearance of the "King" set out to capture the boy.

Before the swordsmen, the boy raised both his hands to show them that he was not harmful to them. Neko next to him, she imitates him without knowing why.

"Um... do you want to join us?"

The boy said that looking at Kuro.

Kuro makes his expression steep and takes off the unpleasant situation in front of him.

The "Blue King". He is not an opponent that he can fight and win against. However, it is difficult for three people to escape. Neko's ability is effective for subordinate clansmen, but not for the "Blue King".

However, if only members other than a "King" are involved, there is a strong possibility that they can escape with Neko's power.

Kuro rolled his eyes on one of the subordinates.

"I'll stop him. You defend yourselves."

The boy made a confused voice, but Neko showed an understanding demeanor. This guy is stupid, but he's such an easy-going guy that he doesn't refuse what is important. Assuming he could take the boy and escape, Kuro quickly glanced at the members blocking the exit.

He activated his extraordinary ability, grabbed the head of one of the two limbs blocking the exit and used his ability to withdraw his body from the exit immediately. The member whose head was grabbed by the strange hand, was thrown against the other.

"Let's go!"

The breakthrough has opened. The boy was still confused, but Neko grabbed the boy's hand without hesitation and ran out the exit made by Kuro.

Kuro stood in a position to protect the exit where the two of them came out on their backs, and looked at the colorful limbs at a glance. Awashima calmly orders her subordinates outside to block the entrance passage.

Munakata was smiling an amused smile.

"I see. So you chose to sacrifice yourself."

As if swallowed by Munakata's intimidating feeling, Kuro inadvertently grabs the handle of the sword.

"The celebrated sword, "Kotowari"."

Munakata narrowed his eyes and looked at the sword at his waist that Kuro touched.

"The seventh king, the 'Colorless King', the sword of Miwa Ichigen. It is a good idea to cut me with this sword, but you decided never to take it out except to fulfill Miwa's mission."

However, ashamed of himself that he lost his temper and touched the handle of the sword, Kuro removed his hand from the sword and attacked Munakata.

The attack was evaded without raising an eyebrow.

The lower part of the palm, which was stretched over and over without rest, could be easily avoided. Munakata, who was still in a position with his hands folded behind him, even seemed to be waiting for the moment to remind him, watching the childish ruckus.

Munakata's room for maneuver increases Kuro's impatience and increases the number of attacks to desperately eat him.

When the bottom of his palm, which was pointed at his jaw, cut across the sky, his cheeks stretched. His face was fine, so he hit it with a flat hand.

Instead of punching, a slap that does not recognize the other as an opponent fighting on an equal footing damages self-esteem more than the cheek.

Gently biting his back teeth, Kuro jumps up. Munakata avoided the spinning kick that tried to hit him and dodged it with minimal movement, and grabbed Kuro's head that was landing with his palm.

"Did you get it? I'm saying you still lack."

Putting strength into the hand that grabbed his head, Kuro feels pain when he seems to hear the sound of the piercing of his skull. He suddenly tried to reach for the sword again. He heard Munakata say satisfactorily: "Okay."

He realized what he was trying to do and stopped his hand.

Munakata frowned at the scene.

"You are an indistinguishable child."

From under Munakata's palm, Kuro stands up.

As if to shake himself off, Kuro shakes his head with all of his might. He could easily remove her hand from him. No, he was separated.

Is he playing or testing him?

Gritting his teeth, Kuro challenges Munakata again. He slaps the palm of his hand, fires a kick, and keeps shaking, biting and killing the sense of helplessness that seems to sprout, whether Munakata's move doesn't crack one bit, or there is a gap.

Munakata removed the sword from his waist and swung it slightly like a guard stick to attack Kuro. Kuro puts the scabbard on the protruding arm and moves it, grabs the kicking leg.

At the moment when Kuro was slightly unbalanced, Munakata, who turned around slightly, hit him hard with the sword sheath.

Even though it didn't seem like he had put much effort into it, the blow was strong, choking Kuro's breath and his spine screaming at him. He managed to drop it.

"You can't help being so stubborn."

Speaking in a sighing voice, Munakata seemed to give up on Kuro drawing the sword from him and turned to attack. He used the sword that was still in the sheath to push it out, and used the tip and body of the sword to throw it where Kuro avoided it.

His world spun around and he slammed into the damp ground without being passive. He jerked to his feet, lost his sense of balance for a moment, swallowed the ironic blood that had spilled from his mouth just now.

"God of the night sword. Let's finish the game here."

For Munakata, it was just a play.

He didn't reward him, but he didn't throw it away, and Kuro took off Munakata and rushed in with a loud voice.

"I refuse!"

With power in his right hand, he struck head-on. Munakata stood upright and no longer tried to dodge it. Just before Kuro's fist reached Munakata, Munakata moved only his right hand. He defeated Kuro's attack with his sword sheath with a thin layer of blue power.

He could see the black night sky as he flew out and raindrops kept falling. The view changed, and this time the green grass moved closer to his eyes and slid away as he rubbed his face against the ground.

Shortly after getting up, he felt weight and pain on his back. Munakata's boots were trampling on Kuro's back from above his arms that were spinning behind him. His internal organs were compressed and an involuntary voice leaked out.

"Well, let's move on to the main topic."

Munakata said that with a calm voice that he couldn't believe he was trampling on people.

"You stayed to face me. It's a wonderful personal sacrifice. Is that boy the Lord you serve now?"

Kuro lowered his head and didn't reply.

"The "Colorless King". The seventh and weakest "King". Although he is not a powerful entity in himself, he is a clown "King" who has the property of controlling the balance of power between "Kings". In other words, one of the most vigilant for me. That boy is the new "Colorless King" who replaces Miwa."

Munakata leaned over and approached Kuro, touching the back of his neck.

"Please answer."

The hand that touched Kuro's head is full of power. Kuro was small.

"My master Ichigen-sama said to examine it."

"Well, what is your decision?"

Intent on opening the gap, Kuro taps Munakata's foot on his back and leaps like a spring. However, the moment he turned to Munakata, Munakata's sword sheath calmly pierced Kuro's groove.

"Guh… No one will lay a hand on him until they can identify him."

"I see. That may be your intention."

The tip of the sword sheath pointed at Kuro's throat. Kuro didn't move, didn't change his expression and looked towards Munakata.

The sword at the throat twitched and Kuro's jaw lifted.

"As long as he maintains such a warm situation where he is neither good nor bad, you can join the guard as the 'Black Dog'. He couldn't ask for a stronger worse. It's easy to fool yourself and the people around you with that Strain girl. We may be in on that boy's trick. Don't you think?"

For some reason, Kuro felt a bit weird.

His whole body hurt a lot. He has the feeling that he is doing it, he is protecting him until he is in that state.

"That could be it. The only things that come out of his mouth are lies and a constant laugh. That's the kind of person he is."

"Is it worth risking your life for such a man?"

Kuro relaxed his expression and smiled a selfish smile.

His job is to identify it and he cannot give it to "Scepter 4". That's true, but it doesn't make sense that Kuro himself is restricted by "Scepter 4". After all, he realized that he believed him and protected him because of his personality.

Kuro opened his mouth to reply.

The lights shining in the stadium suddenly went out and darkness fell before Kuro spoke a word.

++++++++++

The boy was dragged by Neko and ran down the hall of the stadium. The members of "Scepter 4" who come to catch them are defeated by Neko's illusion, and Neko's detection ability finds a path without people and points to the exit.

Escape, escape.

(Oh I'm just running away.)

Escaping from "Homura", escaping from Kuro, escaping self-suspicion, escaping from facing the truth and trying to surrender, and now again, he is leaving Kuro where he's trying to escape from.

(Are you running away?)

Feeling scolded by someone, the boy stopped.

"Shiro, hurry!"

Neko rushed over, turning to the boy who stopped and stopped moving.

"I'm sorry, Neko. After all, I can't escape."

"Why?!"

The boy turned to Neko.

"Neko. Please help me. I will return to rescue Kuro. With your cooperation, I am sure I can do it."

You are a director. Do you understand the production? It's about decorating and coming up with various things to make it look "like this." Even if you are not strong, you must be strong, and if you are not a king, you must do your best to look like a king.

The boy told Neko like that and told him his strategy.

First, he turns off the stadium lights. He really didn't have to turn it off, because he didn't have time to search for a power source. Neko's power made it seem like there was no electricity.

Next, the boy appeared in the public seats of the stadium with a small emission of light. This emission of light is also Neko's power. All the people with mysterious powers are glowing in various colors, so she decided to make the boy glow as well. She enveloped him in a colorless light.

From the public seats in the high place, he can see the stadium.

Kuro looked hurt, holding on weakly, his clothes ripped and kneeling. The hair that he was always tied up is also frayed and falling out.

The boy frowns when he realizes that he has caused an unreasonable battle.

Among the members of "Scepter 4" who were upset when the lights went out, Munakata stared at the boy without moving.

"Oh, did you forget something?"

"Idiot! Why did you come back?!"

Kuro, who started to get up in a hurried voice, was knocked down by the sheath of Munakata's sword and fell to the ground. He looked painful and the boy frowned.

"Oh, I guess I can't abandon my friends, right?"

The boy smiled as he scratched his head, Munakata raised the edge of his mouth in a laugh and pulled up his glasses.

"I see, so you shared your destiny again. What a noble gesture, but it doesn't make sense."

"No, it's not that it doesn't make sense."

"What?"

The boy clasps both hands imitating the movement of thanking for the food.

"Kuro, I'm sorry! I've been lying to you! Actually, this is who I am!"

The boy slowly releases the combined hands. Then, a small sword-shaped illuminant appeared between the boy's hands, as if it was a substitute for a business card.

As it grows, it rises upward, becoming a powerful sword and shining brightly on the boy.

Everyone in the place looked at the sword with a shocked face.

The Sword of Damocles Colorless.

(It's false.)

"Kuro... can you hear me?"

While everyone's conscience was focused on the boy's sword of Damocles, the boy borrows Neko's ability to speak with Kuro's conscience. It is a pseudo-telepathy that makes Kuro recognize that "the boy is speaking directly to his head".

"From now on, I will make a momentary hole in the 'Blue King'. Follow him and flee the place."

The boy smiled and unleashed the vibration of "King" power from his body.

Munakata erased the fringe of his expression and developed blue power with a serious face. To receive the boy's power, he turns his palm towards the boy and focus the power on it.

However, the moment the boy's power and Munakata's power came into contact, Munakata looked on suspiciously.

Kuro correctly captured that moment. He jumped from under Munakata's legs onto his back and struck Munakata's side with his fist.

The blow went straight to Munakata, who was aware of the boy. He didn't stagger, but his glasses flew off.

From the place where the glasses fell to the ground, Kuro ran out and slipped between the stunned and useless members.

The boy took a breath. Then the boy's body disappears as if he is melting in the night breeze. The boy who appeared in front of the people from "Scepter 4" was a ghost made by Neko. The real boy would hide behind the public seats and observe a number of situations. He exchanged a quiet "high five" with Neko who was hiding next to him, and we also began to move to escape.

He went through the passage of the stadium while he hid with the power of Neko. As he ran, he heard the sound of destruction and the voices of various men. The boy turns his foot in that direction.

"Kuro!"

Sure enough, he saw Kuro running while he defeated the members of "Scepter 4."

When Kuro notices the boy, he stops and waits for the boy and Neko to catch up.

Kuro's appearance seen in the immediate vicinity seemed to be more damaged than when he saw him from a distance, and the boy tried to hold his breath and say thanks and apologize.

However, Kuro controls the boy who is about to open his mouth and turns to the front.

"Save the talk for later. Let's go."

"Yes."

"Nya!"

It was not difficult to break the siege without the "Blue King" and the main force.

They escaped the stadium, shook off their pursuers, and finally stopped and breathed into the back alley away from the scene.

Kuro staggered a bit and knelt like a broken thread.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?"

"It's nothing serious. I'll be back in two minutes."

The boy was in a hurry, but Kuro said that in a calm voice.

Maybe "Scepter 4" is also closing in on the police, the sirens of police cars have been heard for a while.

The three of them were silent for a while in the dark and gloomy alleys, bathed in unstoppable rain.

The boy looked up at the sky. The sky seen from the back alley was like a thin, unreliable crack. The falling raindrops reflected the light that filtered through the building's windows and sometimes sparkled.

The boy caught the raindrops on his face and turned around looking into their eyes.

The three of them ate a delicious breakfast prepared by Kuro and a lunch box. He thought he could prove his alibi. He found a bloody shirt. Kukuri told him that she didn't know him. He did not have a family home. He lost sight of Isana's existence, the one he believed in. He was cornered by the "Blue King", but Kuro protected him. He knew what he could do with Neko's power.

The boy lowered his eyebrows and smiled. He spoke gently to Neko to show her that he had no intention of blaming her.

"You know, Neko… you were great a while ago."

Neko shook her shoulders in surprise. She looked down with an anxious and crying face.

"The people in blue were amazing, but the sky suddenly cleared up, the landscape around me changed and a lot of people came out. And you helped us."

"What do you mean?"

It's not always how Neko wants it, she said that quietly and backed away.

The appearance of being afraid of something makes him want to leave it as it is. But the boy can no longer escape.

"The 'Blue King' talked about how you can interfere with people's senses, was that what he was talking about?"

"It's not just about hallucinations and hearing. She can even manipulate memories."

Kuro was silent for a moment and slowly stood up.

"What do you mean?"

"This girl can implant false memories in your mind, making people you just met believe that they are old friends."

The boy came to mind, all the faces of the friends he made in Gakuenjima. They kindly called him "Shiro", shared the side dishes from the lunch box and laughed together.

Although he was a friend, Kukuri said on the phone that she did not know the boy. That was true of Kukuri, who had fallen outside of Neko's range of abilities.

"Oh... I see. I understand. The story finally connected... So, Neko."

The boy turned to Neko with a smile on his face.

"It's like my amnesia, heal it a bit. Then it will be clear if I am the bad king they are chasing, right?"

Kuro was pleased that he led the way to the truth, but he remained bumpy, then said...

"If you are found to be the evil 'King', I will kill you on the spot."

"Well... that's correct."

"It's life threatening. Why don't you think about it and calm down a bit?"

"I'm calm. I…"

The sound of rain is strengthened. For some reason, Kuro had a confused look.

"It's okay to talk about the matter after we've escaped from this place for now..."

The boy smiled bitterly. He seems like he is a kind person who tries to give the boy an escape route, even though he is trying to find out. Honestly, he is happy for that kindness. However, he already felt that he had "escaped" enough. He thought that he shouldn't run away anymore.

"I'm tired of it. For the moment, this place is for the moment. Even if I extend the conclusion as usual, there is no way forward. If I don't clarify it here and now, I'm not going anywhere."

Ever since he met Kuro, he has been engulfing himself in smoke. However, Kuro continued to face the boy seriously. He should reward that honesty. The boy said in his own words, the conclusions he had drawn seriously and his feelings.

"I don't know what kind of person I was originally, and no matter what I did in the past, I feel like now I have to take responsibility."

"What good words… they don't fit you."

The boy laughed.

Kuro's hesitation was only for a moment. The next time he looked at the boy, his eyes were full of determination. Kuro touches the handle of the sword.

"It's okay."

"Very good, everything settled. Do it, Neko."

The boy laughed as Neko cowered fearfully. Kuro also turns his serious eyes towards Neko.

"Undo your spell completely. No tricks."

Neko's eyes trembled.

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Neko was confused. She was more confused and lost than ever.

Neko thought that she had "the power to really lie". Then, she with that power, she made the boy and the people around her believe in lies and she made them a "truth", and she stayed with the boy "like a white cat".

But Neko's lie didn't turn into "truth". The boy seems sad because the lie was still a "lie". He smiles at Neko, but the boy is really sad. Neko got it.

Neko has been alone the entire time. She has been wandering alone for a long time, so long that she cannot remember when she was a lonely stray cat.

It was a little better after she came to Gakuenjima and made it her territory. There weren't many people who bully cats and it was easy to steal food from the coffee shop. The man in the coffee shop would immediately get angry saying "thief", but even if he raised his fist, he didn't actually hit the cat.

If she doesn't want to anger him, she simply leaves the island and goes to the nearby cafe "Yamadaya", where usually goes to school people, and the cat-loving merchant helps her. Even the people of Gakuenjima were quite interesting to see. She also thought that everyone preparing for the festival was funny.

However, since Neko was a cat, she was alone looking at people who seemed to be having fun from outside. Even if the people there didn't intimidate Neko, she was scared, so she didn't want to get close to them.

Just the boy. Neko wanted to get closer to him, and stay by his side forever.

(But Shiro is sad, even though I am Shiro's cat. It would be difficult if he lost the "true". I can no longer hold on to a lie out of selfishness.)

Neko closed her eyes.

(I don't like Shiro being sad. Therefore, I will return the "true" before Shiro became Shiro.)

Neko banishes the false memories she implanted in Shiro.

It was a lie to be a student of Gakuenjima.

It was a lie to be friends with Kukuri and the others.

The boy's memories were also a lie. What Neko saw in Gakuenjima and what the boy's own memory related in a spongy way to make him look like this.

His name Isana Yashiro was also a lie.

Neko met the boy who had fallen from the sky.

That day was a cold night.

Gakuenjima was relatively safe and comfortable territory that Neko found during a long journey, but cold winter nights were no different than anywhere else, and Neko wanted a warm and soft bed. She got into the gym and curled up on the mat.

Suddenly, the roof of the gym cracked with a loud noise and something large fell.

Neko was amazed, jumped up and flew away.

It was a child who had fallen.

At the boy who fell on the gym mat, Neko panicked and lifted the hair from all over her body, curled her back and raised her ears and tail to look bigger, and puffed up her entire body.

The boy got up slowly. He lifted his half body onto the mat and looked mysteriously around him.

Whether it was a demon or a monster, Neko was even more intimidating.

"Hm? Hey… what about you?"

The boy spoke to Neko in a soft and somewhat relaxed voice, despite the ridiculous appearance of going through the ceiling and falling. He apologized to the intimidating Neko and lowered his eyebrows.

"Ah, were you surprised? I'm sorry."

The expression of the boy who scratched his head and smiled like he was in trouble was so gentle that Neko suddenly didn't know what to do.

The boy's eyes looking at Neko were deep and soft. Neko was confused by the eyes that seemed to absorb all of Neko's fear.

He was different from a cat-loving person (that scared her) that has a desire to stroke a cat all over her body. Her alertness melted and disappeared, his gaze seemed to catch Neko. Neko stopped threatening him and gently approached the boy's heart.

Neko's power begins when she touches the other person's heart. She touched his heart and assembled the parts and memories of him, giving it the shape she wanted.

There were many blank spaces in the heart that Neko touched, and in those spaces the feeling of "loneliness" rolled without protection. She felt that it was very similar to Neko's heart shape.

The boy looked at Neko with a kind smile.

Neko was afraid to approach the boy. The boy did not hesitate to approach, he just approached and showed his willingness to accept her.

Neko dares to jump onto the boy's arm. The boy took Neko and caressed her with a soft hand.

(Hot.)

The boy's hands were hot. It was someone else's temperature, which she felt after a long time.

In the gym at night, when the moonlight pierced through the perforated ceiling, the moment she felt the boy's body temperature, she felt as if were the two of them alone in the world.

The boy who made Neko recall his memory, was confused.

He certainly remembered the moment when he became "Isana Yashiro". It also means that the memory of him as "Isana Yashiro" started from that moment. He also remembered that he for some reason broke the roof of the gym and when he fell he ran into Neko.

However, the previous memory is still pure white.

"This is the end? What are my memories before this?"

"This comes first! Shiro fell from the sky!"

"It's over...?"

Kuro also seems confused.

"Wagahai found Shiro! Wagahai picked Shiro up! That's why Shiro's mine! Shiro's from Neko!"

Neko appeals with all her might from him. But she can't convince him here. What the boy needs is the truth before he becomes "Isana Yashiro".

"I wonder if I can remember what happened before Neko found me. I want to know that."

"So... will Shiro disappear somewhere? Will Shiro no longer be Shiro?"

Neko said that while being filled with anxiety.

However, the boy smiles. Isana Yashiro was a non-existent person. But still, the fact that Neko called him "Shiro" was not a lie. The boy's existence won't go away.

"Okay, because I'm Neko's Shiro, right?"

Speaking proudly, Neko smiled again.

"Then I'll try!"

The boy's body was exposed to strong winds.

The hem of the boy's hair and clothes were violently fanned by the cold, strong wind. It is a high place. He was in a very, very high place. The sky where the stars are scattered was near. The air felt thin. In such a place, the boy clung to somewhere with just his arm. Somewhere? Things that fly in the sky. It was not an airplane. It was not a helicopter. That was an airship. The boy barely clung to the floor of the airship's open hatch, his legs swinging in the air.

A great laugh was heard.

There was a man standing in the hatch, looking at the boy and laughing.

A white man with long silver hair blowing in the wind.

He looked at the boy with a distorted smile, lifted one leg slightly and kicked him.

"Goodbye."

The boy who was knocked down falls. He could hear the roar of the wind cutting off his ears. The silver-haired man quickly walked away, and when he thought that he could see the full image of the airship, it soon became smaller and farther away, the sky was far away, a tall building was reflected on the edge of the field of vision. He then he hit his back against something and broke it.

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes.

The boy's consciousness, who made a brief journey through the memories, quickly regained his sense of reality. Whether in the cold air behind the rainy alleys or in the brief, but shocking memories he remembered, the boy winced.

"Now... who was he?"

Neko eagerly looked at the boy, and Kuro also turned his eyebrows and dropped his hand on the sword's handle.

"Shiro...?"

"What happened? Do you remember something?"

The boy couldn't answer immediately and looked at the sky silently. A ship "flying" crossed the narrow sky between the buildings.

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Inside the airship, the man was humming a song.

The airship was quite comfortable. However, he lay down on the couch placed on the large floor and looked through the monitor.

Many photographs were projected on the monitor located on the ground.

"I wonder if the chaos has been reduced well."

Looking down at the ground, he laughed deep in his throat. When he rolled over on the couch and lay down, his long silver hair flowed softly from his shoulders and fell to the floor.

"But I don't like you, Isana Yashiro. Why are you still alive?"

The images on the floor monitor were of a boy with a red umbrella.

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planetsinastrology · 4 years ago

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Horoscope April 2021

April 2021 horoscope

April 2021 horoscope for all zodiac signs

Plan your month wisely and stay away from things that affect you negatively. Every day is different and with new challenges, read your April 2021 monthly horoscope to prepare for challenges and events. Stay tuned to your horoscope to get the most out of the month.

Aries April 2021

You should trust your innate intuition more. In matters related to the home and family, they have special skills to predict certain events. A certain person from your immediate environment will get into trouble. You’ll help him out of them, if you listen carefully to what he has to say. Be prepared for guests in your home. On this occasion, you will issue a formal reception.

This month you will meet a certain person who you have known in the past. For this reason, pleasant memories will come back to your mind. In the middle of the month, you can have many conversations about what has already passed. You will start to miss what was and gone forever. You will feel sadness and sorrow.

Read Annual Horoscope: Aries Horoscope 2021

Taurus April 2021

Certainly, April will be one of the most successful and successful months of the year. It will bring numerous changes in both emotional lives. You will be full of fantasy as well as idealism. You will look at many mundane matters differently than usual, especially with greater distance. You will see how your relations with your partner were arranged, you will think about what was the reason for some quarrels and that they almost ended with parting.

Read Annual Horoscope: Taurus Horoscope 2021

Gemini April 2021

In April you will have a lot of work, but it will not be a problem for you. Thanks to numerous job duties, you will complete a project you have been sitting for a long time on. In this way, you can prove to everyone what you can really do and how great potential lies in you, which will of course end in your success. Energy and willingness to act will accompany you at every step, and the success you achieve will make your motivation to work even greater.

Read Annual Horoscope: Gemini Horoscope 2021

Cancer April 2021

A more friendly part of the year is coming for you, when you feel that your position, influence and personal charm are growing minute by minute. Therefore, take advantage of this, because you have a lot to gain a lot. Put more emphasis on matters related to your own independence. Let the priority for you be the pursuit of originality, in this way you will gain more creative energy that overflows you, especially in the first week of the month.

Read Annual Horoscope: Cancer Horoscope 2021

Leo April 2021

In April the intuition that has been dormant will come to the fore, so you can be sure that you will be able to solve many things that have been bothering you for a long time. You will start to broadcast on the same waves with your co-workers and other people with whom you will share duties and pleasures on a daily basis.

Read Annual Horoscope: Leo Horoscope 2021

Virgo April 2021

In April there will be an opportunity for you to increase your personal property. In addition, you will start to plan your renovation and improve your material security. But remember that your action would not be hasty. You have to wait for the results, nothing comes right away. In addition, it will be an excellent opportunity to wait for success in secret, in hiding.

Read Annual Horoscope: Virgo Horoscope 2021

Libra April 2021

Keep emotions in check, they are not a good adviser. Especially that in the April opportunity to argue, quarrels or ill-conceived words will not be missing. Then you can regret it, but it will be too late. You cannot turn back the words you’ve just said. It is also not recommended to make any decisions yourself. Every time you have to make a choice, go for advice to a loved one, to someone you trust.

For some time, put your personal matters aside and focus on your professional career, especially in the second week of the month.

You will get to do the task with a very short period of validity, so get to work as soon as possible.

Read Annual Horoscope: Libra Horoscope 2021

Scorpio April 2021

Saturn will turn into a sign of Scorpio; it will affect your previous home life. In April you will not leave humor and an optimistic attitude towards life. Nothing will be able to spoil this. The Sagittarius and Gemini will play a special role for you this month. Unfortunately, problems and misunderstandings await you in the emotional sphere.

Read Annual Horoscope: Scorpio Horoscope 2021

Sagittarius April 2021

Matters related to love and feelings will clearly start to dominate your daily duties, which will put quite a bit of surprise on your friends. You will be more sociable and cordial in relationships with others than ever before, all thanks to love that will change you beyond recognition. It will fill you with warmth and kindness towards others.

Read Annual Horoscope: Sagittarius Horoscope 2021

Capricorn April 2021

At the beginning of the month, you will gain a sense of appreciation, your self-esteem will increase. But remember not to get into feathers. Although it may seem to you that you keep your finger on the pulse, however, at any moment things can take a completely unexpected turnover and get out of control. Someone who is very special to you and who is exceptionally important will accompany you in solemn celebration.

Read Annual Horoscope: Capricorn Horoscope 2021

Aquarius April 2021

In April await you with exceptionally nice festivities, especially that some of them will be extremely romantic. It can be a wedding, wedding anniversary or other such a big event. It is also quite probable that it is for you that church bells will be killed or for a person who is very close to your heart. You will have a lot of changes in every sphere of life.

Read Annual Horoscope: Aquarius Horoscope 2021

Pisces April 2021

In April, you have the best chance for a long and lasting relationship. All unmarried people who are thinking about marriage, right now should take appropriate steps to build their future. An important role for you will be played by people with the sign of Cancer or Capricorn. In the second week of the month, affective matters will be raging.

Read Annual Horoscope: Pisces Horoscope 2021

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theofficersacademy · 5 years ago

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The warmth of the Goddess’ blessing has blanketed the land in a rich array of color, and the people whisper their prayers for the year’s crop to grow bountiful under her care. As they wait, hearts and minds turn to thoughts of love and friendship, women weaving fresh petals into lush garlands as gifts for close friends, or to court the attention of a hopeful lover. Overhead, the skies open, and rain pours down in sheets, marking the beginning of another fertile — but also potentially dangerous — rainy season.

At Garreg Mach monastery, there have been reports of this year’s rain being more potent than usual, badly affecting many surrounding villages. It’s too much for just the clergy to handle, so a call goes out from the administration, to the Black Eagle House:

Black Eagles Mission: Assist villages damaged by the rain!

Welcome to TOA’s second season, and our first that is house-centric! This season’s mission will be focused on the Black Eagle house, but there are also non-mission tasks available as well. (Please see the FAQ for details on how this works, even if you’ve read the FAQ before.)

Aside from the BE mission, there’s other fun things taking place! This season will run from Garland-Blue Sea Moon in TOA canon, but since it’s October-November in real life, some of our non-mission tasks are going to be in honor of Halloween! (Fodlan celebrates Halloween in June now, I guess.) Take a look!

BE Mission Task Board

Safeguarding towns against the floods and mudslides of the rain calls for a lot of heavy lifting, but it’s rewarding work and it needs to be done. Reinforce houses, assist in handing out emergency supplies or building sand bag walls. The more hands, the better. [Grants Heavy Armor +1]

A lot of extra help is needed at a nearby farming village. The flooding is driving people out, and worst of all, all the animals need to be moved before they get caught in the floodwater. Anyone know how to round up cows, chickens, or even a pig or two?

A group of local Alliance merchants have decided to donate their supplies to devastated areas as charity instead of to their intended destination. But their supply route is being blocked by debris and downed trees, and they need help getting through! To make matters worse, Lord Acheron has showed up to express his displeasure and force them into their scheduled delivery. Looks like the supplies were originally meant for him...

While passing through a flooded riverbank, shouts are heard coming from nearby. There’s a family stuck in the river swollen with rainwater, their wagon tipped over, supplies washing downstream. But even more distressingly, their child is also caught in the rapids! Surely you have to help! Didn’t Oregon Trail teach you anything? Never ford the river.

Escorting villagers displaced by flooding to Garreg Mach is grueling enough work. Morale is low, and people have suffered and lost their homes and, in some cases, more than that. Unfortunately, there are those who would use the opportunity to prey on the vulnerable. En route, shouts erupt and chaos ensues in a matter of seconds. A bandit ambush! [Grants Any Weapon Skill +1]

NEW! As you escort a family to safety, the rain picks up. You’re able to find shelter in a small cave, but it doesn’t look like the rain will let up anytime soon. The exhausted parents are quick to fall asleep, but the day’s excitement leaves their three young children wide awake and terribly, terribly bored. Know a story or two? [Grants Authority+1]

NEW! Just as important as helping villages during the flood is helping them recover in the aftermath. Remire Village itself has escaped the worst of the flooding, but the overflowing river swept half of their harvest away. It’s not too late for Remire to replant what was lost, but they’ll need all the help they can get.

Non-Mission Task Board

The Pages of the Blessed Incunabula, a book club, is hosting a costume contest! Dress as your interpretation of characters from songs and stories and enter to see if you win! There is a category for each house, encouraging students to use their own country's folktales. Winners get the special Lion's Garland, a gigantic wreath of flowers that is traditionally refused by the victor and granted instead to a close friend or (potential) lover. Make your costume and fantasize about who you'll give the Garland to (or grumble about why you can't keep it for yourself).

The Sorcerer's Order, a club of amateur spellcrafters, has set up their annual Haunted Chamber behind the sauna! It looks like a regular dorm room, but it's actually a gauntlet where you must survive three grueling rounds of random objects being thrown at you (ranging from pieces of paper to frying pans to the dreaded wardrobe), unarmed. Because of the potential danger, the students keep it a secret from the faculty so that it doesn't get banned. There's no shame in losing, but winning means a special secret prize. [Grants Gauntlet +1]

The Inter-House Reception is a traditional event on the 29th of the Garland Moon intended to bring down walls between students of different backgrounds at the academy. Many professors are giving out extra credit points for studying or completing classwork with a student from a different house. Others are assigning projects that ask students to familiarize themselves with the cultures of places outside of their own homes.

Sweet-tooth Week is the second week of the Garland Moon, but who says humans should be the only ones allowed to celebrate? The staff needs a few students to help acclimate some of the new horses to carrying riders, so try taking them for a spin in the closed pastures, or even the riding trails if you’re feeling brave. Spoiling them with sugar cubes might make them less likely to bite or throw you. Maybe. [Grants Riding +1]

NEW! The Rite of Rebirth is one of the most important days of the year, and in some ways also one of the most dangerous. With the Holy Tomb open to visitors for a single day, security needs to be tight to handle the massive crowds coming from all over the continent. Students with availability have been asked to help patrol. Hopefully no one causes a commotion.

NEW! Saint Cethleann is well known for her fondness for fishing, and merchant stands all over sell collectors’ fish hooks just for St. Cethleann Day. But the real tradition is making one yourself, from scratch, cutting your own tree, carving your own wood, and everything! [Grants Axe+1]

NEW! The sight of the Blue Sea Star, where the goddess is said to dwell, brings memories of home to all who gaze upon it. During the second week of the month, the monastery kitchen hosts a Head Chef Challenge, encouraging any and all to participate by cooking and sharing traditional meals from their homelands with those around them.

Frequently Asked Questions

How does the divided task board work?

This season’s mission is assigned to the Black Eagles. Therefore, tasks from the ‘BE Mission Task Board’ must be undertaken by someone from the Black Eagles house. However, they may choose to perform the task with someone who is not from their house as well. In logistical terms, this means that if you play a non-BE muse and want to do a mission task, you must ask someone who plays a BE muse to thread with you. All thread participants will still receive any skill point rewards.

Tasks from the ‘Non-Mission Task Board’ have no house restriction and can be undertaken by anyone.

These aren’t the only threads I can do, right?

Of course not! These are just prompts to help give some ideas of possibilities. You’re always free and encouraged to make up your own threads.

How do I claim the skill points?

In order to qualify for the skill point, the thread must clearly allude to the listed task and preferably feature the task being completed. You do not need to message the masterlist to claim your skill point.

Can I only do one task?

Nope, you can do as many as you’d like with as many different partners as you’d like! You can do the same task with more than one person! However, you can only claim any skill points once.

What if my partner leaves or drops a skill point thread?

If the dropped thread has at least 5 notes (not counting likes, only reblogs with replies in them) and you have hit at least 400 words on your end, you may still claim the skill point.

Remember to use (and track!) the #toa open tag for any open threads, and you can also post a link to your open thread on the appropriate Discord channel! If you have any other questions or concerns, shoot us a message through the masterlist or on Discord!

#toa mission #mission: cloudburst

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beyondtsh · 2 years ago

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Ideas For Old T-Shirts: 5+ Crafty Ways to Upcycle Them

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Ideas For Old T-Shirts: 5+ Crafty Ways to Upcycle Them

Are your shirt drawers overflowing? Running out of room in your closet? Here are some ideas for old t-shirts so you can keep your memories without throwing away your favorite shirts.

Maybe you have a collection of t-shirts from your church or organization. Or you love collecting concert and event memorabilia. However you’ve amassed them, you now have no room for all of these old t-shirts, but yet, you hate to toss those memories in the trash.

I’ve got you covered with some fun and crafty ideas to keep your shirts without creating clutter in your drawers and closets. And all without having to sew, making these projects easy to do!

Colossians 3:23 “And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men.”

Ideas for Old T-Shirts That Are Too Worn to Wear

When you’re done with an old t-shirt, whether it has holes in it or it just doesn’t fit anymore, don’t throw it away! There are plenty of other uses out there for these discarded garments, and this list will give you some ideas to get started on your own projects with old t-shirts.

Some of these ideas have nothing to do with clothing at all, so if you are only looking to get rid of the shirts, they can still be useful in other ways!

1. Upcycle an Old T-shirt into a Pillowcase

It’s easy to make a pillowcase from an old t-shirt, and it makes a cute accessory for your room. Throw pillows are still in style so instead of wasting money on a new one, upcycle your old t-shirts into special memory pillows!

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There are many different ways to make a pillowcase using just an old t-shirt. To make one that hangs down over both sides of your pillow, take two similar pieces of fabric with identical measurements and sew them together at one end.

It doesn’t matter if they aren’t perfectly matched because you can hide any imperfections by folding under any excess fabric. Fold over the remaining raw edge at least 1/2 inch several times so it doesn’t fray or poke out. Turn down both edges to create a neat finish and you have an instant pillowcase!

2. Use Old T-shirts as Rags

Old t-shirts are always around the house, but they can quickly pile up. One solution is to recycle old t-shirts into rags and wipe down surfaces like countertops or cabinet doors without worrying about it getting dirty.

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This can also be a good way to put a flat fabric piece of clothing to use. The rag will pick up dirt and grease so that you don’t have to get your other clothes dirty. Plus, old t-shirts are super easy to wash because you can just throw them in the washing machine when they get too dirty!

3. Throw Rug Ideas for Old T-shirts

Throw rugs or accent rugs are very popular today. But why not make one out of your favorite tees that you can’t wear anymore? You can make some for yourself or make as gifts. They’re guaranteed to be about the sturdiest, longest lasting rugs you’ll ever own! And they’re machine washable!

If you don’t own a sewing machine and frankly hate to sew, here’s how to make a t-shirt rug without sewing!

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4. Turn an Old T-shirt Into a Tote Bag

All you need is a shirt and scissors. No sewing or glue. With these two items and a little time, you can transform your old tee into something new.

Now you’ll have a new tote made with one of your favorite and memorable t-shirts! And yes, guys use tote bags, too!

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5. Turn Your Old T-shirts into Wall Art!

If you love DIY décor crafts, you’ll love this one. This has to be one of my favorites! The Dollar Tree’s Crafter’s Corner has 8″ x 10″ canvases for just $1.00 – $1.25. You’ll also need scissors and a stapler. Enjoy!

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More Crafty Ideas for Old T-shirts!

In this video, learn how to make:

1. Cardigans 2. Headbands 3. Tote bag (sewing required for this one) 4. Infinity scarf 5. Shrug or poncho 6. Fringed sling or tote bag (no sewing!) 7. Bolero jacket (sewing required) 8. Vest

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Decluttering is the Christian Thing to Do

The Bible also has guidelines for what today we call decluttering or getting rid of an overabundance of things we no longer need – like old t-shirts.

However, we’re also instructed to spend our money wisely as in The Parable of the Talents. So whenever you have the opportunity to make some new out of something old, do it!

It’ll save you some of your hard-earned cash plus you can make things to give as gifts. How awesome is that?!

What’s your favorite way to upcycle your old t-shirts? You can share your story too!

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dreamerfromearth · 3 years ago

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One place that contains all

One of my all-time projects is to have a Mind Palace like Sherlock Holmes does. A place I can visit whenever I want and review whichever part of my life I choose to. Memories for me hold a tremendous importance and I think anyone who has experienced at least one happy moment in life agrees with me on this one.

Personally, I am proud to possess already quite an impressive number of memories that are worth revisiting every once in a while. Unfortunately, their abundance is both a blessing and a curse. Blessing, because obviously the more there are, the happier I am. Besides, producing worthwhile records is regarded, at least by me, as one of the many main purposes of life. On the other hand, the more there are, the harder it is to keep count of them and prevent them from fading, disappearing, or getting altered during the long years and decades to come.

A human life might feel short with death as a constant presence looming in the background. But at the same time, it is also too long to remember it all. When it comes to maintaining the comings and goings, memories often pile up and sometimes overflow the human mind. Needless to say, I dearly envy Dumbledore for having one of the most useful magical devices at his disposal – a Pensieve. It is admittedly much more enthralling and efficient than my arduously constructed and primitive wannabe Mind Palace.

Note to the pictures: They were taken by my humble self, who was lucky enough to visit the Harry Potter Studio in England and see a Pensieve and a memory collection as a muggle in real life.

Alas, in my reality, also known as the “muggle-world”, such extraordinary things, like Pensieves, are not available for use. Only our minds and in recent times the wonders of technology - namely photos and videos on special backup storages - are there to help us preserve as much as possible. They provide great help and have potential, but sometimes I fear it’s not enough. A photo provides only a frozen glimpse of a past event. It is nothing more than one often ambiguous and elusive piece of a gigantic puzzle. A video is better, but still void of emotions, which only the mind can add to the picture based on a corresponding memory it has stored away. To re-enact every little sensation, every emotion and fragrance, all the details that identify that memory and make it unique is a complex and often hopeless task. I have honestly considered having a GoPro camera permanently attached to my head, or even better: having one implanted in my eyes that automatically records my life on a limitless storage space. Yeah, that would be so much fun.

Many places I’ve been to in my life are now faraway lands somewhere ‘beyond the horizon’. Even if I happen to find my way back to them once, it won’t be the same experience. It would count as a new adventure with a brand-new room forming to accommodate its memory in my Mind Palace. Therefore, I would wish to catalogue each and every one of them, for the erratic years of the future, when I am in need of either motivation, affection, wisdom or a reminder of my past failures.

In conclusion, after the discovery of real places – before they become memories, – a Mind Palace is the second-best place to be.

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The key steps of Wedding Company

Are you a little scattered in the organization of your wedding and event completely overwhelmed? With our selection of the best wedding planners in Pakistan, we are here to help you! Although in our directory you will find wedding planners, each more talented than the last, we have made you a top of our favorite little ones. They shine with their infinite imagination, their wacky ideas, their intrepid character, their contagious good humor and so much more.

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Meeting you, understanding your desires and getting to know you as you go through these exchanges, this is how this shocking duo is used to working to put your personal tastes at the heart of the organization of your wedding. . Linda and Marie are not lacking in creativity, listening and expertise to accompany you throughout these months of preparation! Ensures that a relationship of trust is built up little by little between you, taking into account your style without imposing theirs. Personalized support and good advice will be there, at each stage of the preparation for this great day, and always with style and modernity!

Wedding in the Air

You will love the motto of Marriage in the Air: “There are a thousand ways to get married, but only one suits you!” “. One sentence and everything is said: Alberta will compose with you the beautiful day you have always dreamed of! Hand in hand, you will work out together all the staging of your day. She will be a real ally in this period of doubts during which you will create step by step the outline of what will be the most beautiful day of your life. The choice is yours if you only want some expert advice or if you want her to coordinate your entire fabulous wedding. We tell you, all fantasies are allowed! And if your tastes are refined over your dates, she will adapt and make the changes with you, giving you the best advice. Trust him with your eyes closed, you will keep wonderful memories of your reception!

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Memoir | The best realtor in Saskatoon | Lisa Kloeble

Expanding my business out west has been a work in progress for a couple of years now. As your Realtor with Heart, I have put a lot of thought and emotion into this project. Living in BC once again and revisiting my past has been such an amazing experience! It really isn’t about the destination, it is the journey, it is MY JOURNEY that makes this so special. With my arms wide open and my heart overflowing I look forward to what the future has for me to embrace.

With that, I have decided to blog my way back to BC. Here is my first memoire!

Since I can remember I dreamt of spending more time in British Columbia. As a young girl I traveled west often to visit extended family. At that young age it never felt like I was visiting, it felt like I was returning home. When I was in my early 20’s, quite abruptly and unexpectedly I found myself in Kelowna.

Reflecting on my time spent in BC, there are so many memories. I can still feel the dew on my toes as I waited for the sun to come up over the mountains, the breeze from the water gently brushing my cheek, I can hear the bush crack and trees rustle as I hiked through the forest, the sound of my saddle swaying back and forth as I enjoyed an evening ride and the smell of the campfires as they lit up the nights sky.

My most precious memories were the day trips to the beach. Packing up the three boys, their toys and lunch, we would finally make our way to our favorite spot. Once there, I would watch the big boys create castles they were kings of and break trails like great explorers, often bringing me back bugs and water creatures to take care of. As lunch would approach the sun’s heat would be too much; taking refuge under a tree we would quietly eat and settle in for some quiet time. The big boys would read and play games, as I rocked the little one to sleep; wiping the sweat beads from his forehead, I would close my eyes, hoping the moment will last forever. Until this day, Motherhood has never been so sweet. When home time would approach, The “please mom one last time…” would begin. Bartering, I would allow five more minutes of fun. Exhausted by the days heat, we would head for the vehicle. Making my way through the valley, the sun would start to set on the mountains, breathtaking like always! I check my rear view mirror; it was a picture of contentment, as the boys watched the road, replaying the days events. It gets very quiet, soon the boys are fast a sleep.

This memoir story has been presented by Lisa Kloeble, your trusted realtor in Saskatoon and Kelowna.

Source of content: https://www.realtorswitheart.com/blog/memoir/

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A few Girard-inspired, mathematical-theological stories for my friends.

Voting for itself. Girard dismisses the Hilbert’s programme, comparing the attempt to prove mathematics using mathematics to “the parliament voting for itself”. It is a correct comparison, yet its value as a criticism is ambiguous. As a french logician, Girard might actually know that the French Republic – and arguably the modern politics – has actually been founded with the parliament voting for itself. In 1789, the new-founded National Assembly of France was concerned with the question, whether it actually does represent the general will? This question was resolved affirmatively by the notorious Abbé Sieyès, who took the structure of his argument from the catholic thinker Nicolas Malebranche.

Malebranche was concerned with proving prothestants wrong, as catholics usually are. The problem was, whether the Catholic Church, that is, its body of cardinals was the one, unique representation (in the yet religious sense, from which we will later found the legal concept of representation) of God on Earth – as opposed to the possibility of the multiple, partial, conflicting representations of his will favored by the protestants. His thought experiment was simple: “Say we gather all of the cardinals together and let them take a vote, whether they, together, do or do not represent the god’s will. The ones who say ‘no’ are obviously not real cardinals: you can’t be a cardinal if you don’t believe in the institution. So everyone who is a real cardial will say ‘yes’, thus determining by unanimous vote that the Catholic Church is indeed the one and unique representant of God”.

Now let us postpone the matter of the obvious begging-the-question; let us also not indulge for now in the beautiful ways with which Malebranche tries to fix it; let’s focus on how this argument is still at work in our very lives. Abbé Sieyès used this very same argument to prove that the Assembly is the real representative: if your particular will is against it, you’re just not of the Republic and your will doesn’t count. The whole seeming ridiculousness of the argument pales in comparison with its incredible effectiveness: the modern politics was born with all its representative-democratic weirdness. There’re likely philosophical ways to ground this idea onto something more fundamental, yet the notoriousness of such an ouroboric event is clear, and the break that happened here is on the level of a new self-supporting thought from which, however, the ‘real things’ are being created on a daily basis.

Can’t we say that Hilbert’s programme is the same type of event, just imposed kind of retrospectively onto the history of mathematics? The mathematics voting for itself, let the naysayers be damned into luddistic hell? In this case we can go on living with its theological form while embracing the fruitful mathematical content it gave us. And then our next move, the move of the ones who dares to respect and use mathematics without believing in it, should obviously be to look for the heretics and the heretical thoughts. We should not be content with those who just dismisses mathematics altogether (the boring, impotent atheists) – the real heretic is the one who is of the mathematical practice, but questions its belief structure. How do you call the hagiography but about heretics? Heretography?

Hysterizing the computer. Now one of those heretics is Brouwer, whose whole project was about questioning the givenness of the a priori. Insane idea, completely against Kant, of course, as it questions the very distinction between thinking and praxis. A priori as something completely given assumes some kind of a collapse of the process of thinking in time, with all of the theorems already there somewhere, indeed nothing more than Anselm’s ontological argument, but about mathematics. Brouwer scouted this a priori and found his own fixed point theorem, which states that there’s something that exists but can’t be found. Now that’s unsettling for Brouwer who is, by the way, of a Schopenhauer’s persuasion. To question the whole thing, Brouwer looks for the most extreme point of this a priori givenness, and it’s nothing else but the law of the excluded-middle: it’s only there if you can always do the anselmnian jump to the farthest conclusion. Brouwer slows down this seemingly instantaneous jump by denying it, inventing the intuitionistic logic, and actually somehow manages to get pretty far with it, reformulating even a part of topology in this new light. However this heresy was not approved by his holiness Hilbert, already too influential on the continent – isolated Brouwer loses his mind and dies, never seeing any hope of his work being useful.

A different development was up at the same, however, concerned a piece of metal to be called computer. There were a few of those machines already, and it was obvious that there’s going to be more. On the other hand, it didn’t actually take very long for people to notice how incredibly useful the intuitionistic logic was for this machine: much more than the ‘classical one’. The computer became the redeeming object of Brouwer’s logic – he never saw one, never even thought of one, yet turned out to provide the most important concept for its study. The depth of Brouwer’s premature contribution to Computer Science is beyond the wariness of tertium non datur: his work predicted the notorious problems with the floating-point numbers, and his topology turned out to be a weird tool to study computable functions, which is a cross-sub-disciplinary link of strange awesomeness for the easily excitable people like me.

So if we’re desperately looking for any escape from the horrible weight of the Kantian-Hilbertian mathematical theology, shouldn’t we look into the computer? One of the weird things about the computers is how easily we all were persuaded, not so long ago, that everything in the computer is “virtual” (not in the sense in which philosophers use the epithet, but in the sense the marketers use it), that is, not exactly material… Which is nonsense, a structure of disavowal, which has to be thoroughly contradicted on all the levels, starting on the level of primitive processor instructions which, according to the simplest laws of thermodynamics, can’t perform any destructive operation – can’t forget any value of any variable – without wasting some energy, emanating some heat. This kind of thought is as material as it can be.

Right here, right now, I can show you how the materiality of computer affects our everyday life in a very noticeable, annoying fashion. Let us recall that to study the whole population of computers a special concept was invented, ‘the Turing machine’. It was a strange abstraction, seeking to provide an ideal type for those machines, a link between their real bodies and the computable functions which are performed by them. It is used in science, yes, but it is also used too much in the arguments between the adolescent programmers, if you ever dared to talk to them – “C and Lisp are the same thing because of the Turing machine”... But let’s leave them be. Where’s the Turing machine’s fault?

Turing machine is imagined to have an infinite time and an infinite memory space. That’s what we can sometimes believe about our computers. When our computers run out of time – that is, we subjectively feel that they are slow – we’re annoyed and happy to fix it. The existence of the computer as a time-consuming device is obvious and we’re perfectly equipped to notice it; every second it’s slowing down we’re feeling it, I think, already at the level of our bodies; yet there’s no realistic limit to how long a computer can run. What is harder to notice, yet much more objective, is the limit of its memory: the computer runs just happily, using as much memory as it can, until there’s no more memory at all. Then strange things begin to happen.

What does exactly happen when the computer is out of memory? Of course, it can just kill the hungry program: it’s not part of the algorithm’s mathematical abstraction, but at least predictable. Usually, however, stranger things happen. One of the ways the computer pretends to have more memory than it actually does is by “swapping”: using the HDD instead of the RAM to store whatever is to be stored in memory. HDD is 10k times slower than RAM: when it’s used for memory too much, nothing crashes, but everything is suddenly very slow. We hear strange noises. The computer starts misbehaving. Random things crash because of the timing issues brought by the lack of speed.

Now we can allow ourselves to see this “lack of memory” in the aristotelian-lacanian light, as something that is material by being actively opposed to the (mathematical) form, not-reducible to it (if only to escape the attempt to inscribe the whole OS, other programs and the hardware into one big ad hoc mathematical structure making any mathematical study of the algorithms pretty much useless). I say “lacanian”, faithfully to Lacan (his Real was Aristotle’s matter), because this is indeed the very point where the subjectivity of computer in the lacanian sense is obvious: it lacks memory (desire) – it acts out (hysteria). If we consider how hackers use a similar problem, the buffer overflow, to do whatever they want to the computer, the analogy becomes rich enough.

The materiality of the neural network. In 1892, one W. E. Johnson described “symbolic calculus” as “an instrument for economizing the exertion of intelligence” (btw, Johnson is described by Wikipedia as “a famous procrastinator”). Far from enabling new types of intelligence by itself, the thing was to save on the wasted expenditure of the old ones. With this I want to introduce another dimension of the materiality of the computer: the one which I’ll describe from a paranoid-marxist perspective, following the Adorno’s belief in the truth of the exaggerations.

Neural network is an amazing shiny new thing, it economizes our exertion of intelligence all right, yet the weirdest part of it all is that we kinda have no idea how it works. We can describe the output (in our terms which we impose on it), and we can describe the inner structure (it’s all matrix multiplication), but there’s no translation between the output and the inner structure except for the one that is by running the neural network themselves. The neural network’s thinking, in general, lacks the conceptual content we’re so much used to, it doesn’t exactly distinguish the parts of bodies and stuff like that. It operates on a belated, not-yet-conceptual level. We can actually through pain identify some general things that it actually notices on the images and stuff like that, but only partially and constantly recognising that it’s we who’s pulling the vague ideas of the NN to this conceptual level.

To illustrate how the NN works there’s no better example than the notorious network which draws cats upon sketches of cats: http://affinelayer.com/pixsrv/index.html . Try it out, you can do it online. Now, what are the concepts with which the neural network thinks about cats? It’s… well, it knows an eye, but that’s more-or-less it. Everything else is more like a texture of a cat, in a very weird sense of a texture, the one available to us after we discovered the 3D rendering.

So there’s knowledge of things in the NN, yet it’s either not on the human level, or it’s somehow hidden. To explain this, Schopenhauer comes to mind: “an entirely pure and objective picture of things is not reached in the normal mind, because its power of perception at once becomes tired and inactive, as soon as this is not spurred on and set in motion by the will. For it has not enough energy to apprehend the world purely objectively from its own elasticity and without a purpose”. That is to say: NN understands cats exactly as much as it needs to (with the need imposed by its operators, most of the time the Capital), and no more.

Now the paranoid-marxist intervention: what is this lack of knowledge? Who has it? Is it not the proletariat? If we have a training set of thousands of pictures, on which a neural network is trained to recognize dozes of features, those features had to be tagged beforehand by some pure workers (most likely from India, am i right?), who themselves were likely constructed through a cheap-labor marketplace such as Amazon’s Mechanical Turk (the name familiar from Walter Benjamin), pretending to be machines to create a neural network which pretends to do the human work. Can’t we say, exaggerating, that the neural network is a labyrinth of numbers in which anyone looking for the human [labor] is to lose his track?

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Maine Mendoza and Her Enthralling Enchantress Moments last 3.14 (Blog Entry #6 of 7)

With all the previous blog entries I have written for this 7-part blog series, this one, I bet, will be your favorite. As much as I want to describe and narrate Maine in details during #EnchantressMaine23 in part 1, I decided she deserves a lone and separate blog entry dedicated for her moments from that special event.

All superlative adjectives may have already used to describe Maine by her fans, casual observers, colleagues in showbiz industry, credible writers, and respected personalities from other fields. They used those adjectives too even in the past birthday parties prepared by fans for Maine,

For all the moments I saw Maine in #EnchantressMaine23, I will use enthralling to describe her enchantress-like moment. Enchantress means a woman possessing magical powers. In some context, it is used to describe a beautiful woman captivating people’s heart as if an unexplained magic just happened. Enthralling means fascinating and captivating.

It is a good thing I am aware I will see Maine. At least I know how to prepare myself. Na-orient ako kung baga. I just got my dinner plate from the buffet and I haven’t even yet got back to my seat when people crowded the main entrance of the venue. They were all smiling and putting their phones up. Some in video mode while others in photo mode. In just seconds, I heard them all adorably saying, “Maine!!!” I was heading back to my seat with the dinner plate on my hand when I turned towards the direction where I heard them calling the celebrant’s name. She wore a gorgeous yellow silky gown with black details in a free-flowing cut design. I know nothing about make-up so I tapped a friend’s help who is adept with beauty essentials: ”High-raised bun with fringed full bangs. Eyeshadow, a mix of grey and black smokey eyes with a hint of brown. A basic thin lined eyeliner, not too overpowering but emphasizes her long false eyelashes and the shine in her colored eyes. V-shaped mauve pink blush on that emphasizes her cheekbones and mauve pink lipstick. Overall, her makeup is a mix of basic to doll up. In between, not too thick to cover everything but not too thin to not emphasize her features.” Maine is stunningly beautiful that night. She fascinated everyone with her enchanting charm. I was surprised for a while and as Maine slowly walked from the main entrance to the red carpet. I briskly walked back to my seat, put down my plates, and stood there to see her closely. Table #5 is where I sat and the red carpet is just on my right side 2-3 feet away. She walked graciously as she waved to everyone. Her other hand held her gown for her to avoid tipping over. Maine took her time walking towards the stage, took the steps, and sat on the couch. Official photographers approached Maine, arranged her gown by spreading it, and let Maine posed for the camera. With numerous magazine covers and other photoshoots, she is so familiar with how to project for the camera. Maine clasped her wrists together, opened her palm as if forming a bud in her hands, and placed it below her chin. She looked like a doll, a princess, and a personified sunflower that moment.

Maine was so immersed with every moment in that party as I saw her reactions. Her laughter is one of the best reactions for me. Her eyes became small as she laughs, it’s as if you can just draw a single line if you sketch her facial features. She laughed heartily too as she opened her lips wide to let those laughter come out freely. Maine listened intently and sang along to the different songs and with every performer that night. I would love to hear more of her jazzy voice soon not just with few lines but through albums, digital streaming, singles, music videos, and concerts. She reacted too with every funny antic of the hosts. I like Maine’s rapport with Oreo, she really trust him enough as shown with her comfortable body language towards him.

I witnessed more of Maine’s appreciative and grateful heart in some of the magical moments that night. She felt at ease as the organizers and committee members sang “I Can”. Maine sang along in the chorus while she smiled at everyone and looked at the projector screen. It was a trip down memory lane for me seeing that AVP with their pictures together with Maine. I sensed familiarity and comfort between them. She marveled at both the edible cakes and the projector cake. She even uploaded that projector cake in her IG stories. Maine’s connection to fans is special as well. Aside from hugging and holding the hands of Singing Angels Quartet, she hugged elderlies too in the photo opportunity per table. Her expressive eyes showed she truly care for her supporters and Maine has a soft spot for us.

I saw her childlike heart more when she gave the heartfelt message. Everything is so surreal for Maine. She admitted it is still unbelievable, despite being nearly three years in the industry. She kept on thanking all of us for the support we gave for the continuous support we will always give. When she said that the only reason why she said sampu is to prepare herself if one by one, her supporters leave, it will not be that painful. Her voiced cracked a little, tears were slowly glistening in her eyes, and she stopped for few seconds. That is the closest moment I personally saw her in that glimpse of her vulnerability. Afterwards, she changed the mood by childishly saying no she won’t cry. She then twirled around and sat on the floor as her gown spread. In that position, Jester placed Oreo beside Maine and said, “Oh Beauty and the Beast!” Maine laughed heartily again. I understand in a way why she does not want to cry. It is truly heartwarming to see Maine in that shift of vulnerability to laughter.

Even when Maine left the venue, she waved at us and smiled. She were saying some words but I wasn’t able to hear clearly because she doesn’t had a mic. That 3.14 is indeed a cut above the rest from all the recent memories I have in my life.

I do hope and pray Maine will always be an enthralling enchantress. May that magic in her heart, and her childlike personality overflowing with love and gratitude, nurtures more as she traverses in this journey we all call Life.

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An interview with the author of 'JavaScript: The Definitive Guide'

#490 — May 29, 2020

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👀 This week we have a fun bit of bonus content at the end of the issue — an interview with David Flanagan, someone who's written more JavaScript books than I've had hot dinners. 😆

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The Process of Making Vue 3 — We know a lot of you are excited about the next major version of Vue.js – the final release is due soon (betas available here) and here Evan talks about the process and how it differs from Vue 2 at a high level.

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First Meetings

The Kaldorei stepped onto the landing at Dalaran in a bilious cascade, the odd aroma of felfire following him from the former Legion world of Mardum. Producing a red stone from his satchel, he whispered arcane words into it, summoning his steed and rushing through the city, eager to finish the day's business and make his way to the sanctuary of his home.

From the moment he stepped onto the landing, something felt wrong, but he filed it to the back of his mind until something more apparent showed itself. He had the confidence of millennia in his instincts. By his third stop in the city, he was certain he was being followed. A blurred, rippling figure could be seen out of the corner of his eye, growing ever closer. While awaiting a courier to send a message to his agents in the isles below, he concentrated his Sight. Without visible reaction, he altered his ruined eyes, rotating through the various spectra and energy signatures he had been trained to comprehend. And there it was, in the Arcane Spectra, standing almost directly behind him, a fuzzy figure. It took great skill to remain even slightly cloaked against his Sight, so he casually stretched his arms and back, trying to project a picture of a man bored and waiting.

In a flash, his outstretched hands closed on the grips of his matched blades and whipped them from the harness on his back. In a flowing dance he spun, bringing the business end of one blade screeching towards what he thought would be the neck of his unwanted guest - and was brought up short. Violet sparks crackled angrily from the point of impact as an arcane shield stopped his Warblade from finding it’s mark. Without hesitation, he recovered and prepared to riposte, and then a streak of sunlight fell through the low hanging cowl of his target, revealing the face.

So startled was he that he almost - but not quite - dropped his blade. It was like looking in an aged mirror. The face a more deeply lined twin to his own, but with silver eyes to counter the flashing felfire of his own. Instantly he knew who it was.

“Kalithil,” he said, trying vainly to keep his voice flat and expressionless. The other, older man hesitated a few moments, then nodded.

“Forosuul, my grandson,” he breathed, foregoing any effort to seem casual, his voice was filled with a strange combination of awe and anguish., “You move so fast…”

Forosuul smiled grimly, “I have to if I want to survive. You should take more care, grandfather, I might have taken your head off.”

“And so confident. You get that from the women in your family, I think.” The younger Kaldorei simply stared at him flatly after that, giving no ground and offering nothing. After a few awkward moments of silence, it was Kalithil who spoke again, sighing heavily as he did so, “I…am sorry…for alarming you. I was simply waiting until you were alone to speak to you. Going unseen is an old habit, I’m afraid.”

Forosuul’s face remained impassive; “Is there something you have to say that cannot be said in public?”

Anger, fear, distress and regret all competed for space on Kalithil’s face; “I…oh, nether, I don’t know. You spend enough time keeping out of sight and pretty soon it’s just how you do things. Look, your grandmother asked that I come see you, and sent her new Consort to harangue me about it. Add to that your lovely girl pushing it at me every time we speak, and here I am. Will you talk to me?”

“About what?”

“Anything, Forosuul, everything. Please, I am trying…” he said, his face filled with shame. Forosuul, his body still held ripcord tight until that moment, stepped back and relaxed slightly, his expression softening an almost imperceptible amount.

“Very well, “ he replied, “I assume you'd like to go somewhere more private?”

The older man nodded, “I have a place we can be undisturbed, and where your grandmother won't be watching,” he said, rolling his eyes slightly at the last half of the statement.

Forosuul smiled slightly, touching the cloth covering his felfire eyes, “She doesn't watch me without me knowing anyway.”

Kalithil’s raised both eyebrows, obviously impressed, then stated simply, “I can open a portal, will you join me?” To which Forosuul nodded assent.

Looking relieved, Kalithil closed his eye and started to chant. A line of aqua-blue energy seeped from the flooring around them in a circle, dotted with glowing runes of the same hue. To outside eyes, the glow was faint, but to Forosuul’s special vision, the light looked like a crack in the fabric of the world and told him they were traveling far, but not off-world. With a pop from the air rushing into the space the two Kaldorei had occupied, they vanished.

When the blue sparks faded from Forosuul’s eye, he looked around. They were in a darkly lit room, circular, with a spiral stair in the center leading down, but none going up. Dusty bookshelves overflowing with tomes and scrolls filled every wall, curving off into the shadows. Mage’s tower then, top floor, the sanctum. More to the point, a mage’s tower with which he was dimly familiar.

“I’ve been here before,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I am aware,” replied Kalithil, “That is part of why I took up residence. It used to be called Mortwake’s Tower, on the southern end of what humans call Westfall. The previous occupant was routed out some years ago. I came upon it as a result of my divinations into your whereabouts. I moved in, leaving wards to maintain the illusion that it is occupied by bandits so people stay away.” At that moment a man in a robe walked out of the shadows and stood next to Forosuul, ignoring him and working a scroll at the table nearby. Forosuul could see him in the visible spectrum, but the man did not register in any other way. Kalithil nodded at the convincing image, “They do the job.”

Forosuul turned his attention from the illusory figure, “You mentioned divinations?”

Kalithil nodded, and then when he realized Forosuul was waiting for an explanation, went on, “I have been at this quite a a few years. In the old days, before your mother disappeared, I would occasionally emerge from hiding and visit her.” Kalithil stopped a moment, obviously overwhelmed at the recollection, then continued, “She always welcomed me. She didn't judge. She was very accepting, your mother,” his voice trailed off for a moment, then he shook himself and resumed, “One day I came to visit, and everything had changed. She was gone. A new novice was in her quarters, and strange new races had landed on the shores of Kalimdor. No one seemed to know what had happened to her, so I started a long journey, trying to discover her fate.” Kalithil motioned for Forosuul to sit, “This is going to take a little while, please be comfortable. Hesitating only a moment, Forosuul sat down opposite the older man, laying his blades to one side, but within reach.

Kalithil’s Discovery

I am an old hand at divination, having studied it from my earliest days. It is a difficult, and frustratingly imprecise discipline. So despite my expertise, I could not simply wave my hands and learn what had happened to my daughter. Therefore I set off, combining divination with more conventional detective work to track her down. I questioned anyone I could, performed divining rites to glean anything else. It was slow going, but eventually I discovered the high points. My journey took me from Kalimdor, where Tyrande Whisperwind held court, to the east, where I discovered your mother's fate and ultimately discovered you.

You see, decades ago, before the first invasion by those creatures you call orcs, a young novice Priestess of Elune was having bad dreams. Very bad dreams. In time she realized these dreams were being Sent to her, a warning. In the dreams, horrid green-skinned creatures poured forth from a rip in reality into our world and laid it waste. Elune had granted her a vision of a possible future. Her name was Silea.

Silea went to her superiors and told them her tale. None of them really knew what to make of it, and kept passing it off to someone further up the hierarchy. Eventually she stood in audience with Tyrande herself, who heard her out, and then somewhat condescendingly told her she was just having nightmares. Tyrande’s motives in this remain unclear. Perhaps she refused to believe that a mere novice would be given such a vision while she was not, or perhaps she simply could not fathom taking action with Malfurion deep in the Emerald Dream. In any case, Silea’s warning was dismissed and she was sent back to her studies.

However, her dreams persisted, and worsened. She was tormented by them. So she hatched a plan. She and a few Sentinels banded together and slipped away. They broke the seals on one of the Barrow Dens and woke some of the druid within, telling them their tale. A few of the druids were sympathetic, or maybe just tired of sleeping forever, and agreed to go with them. They made their way to a goblin port and negotiated passage across the sea, determined to forestall the invasion if they could.

Things get fuzzy here. At some point during the long voyage, I presume, your mother grew close to, and mated with, one of the druids. Try as I might, I cannot discover the identity of your father, he remains a mystery despite my best efforts. All I can gather is that they mated, and she became unexpectedly pregnant.

The uncertainty continues for much of the story here. It seems that almost all of the participants in these events have long since passed on, and that means the memory of it fades from the world, making the Divination more difficult, especially for details. What I do know is that the small expedition landed here in the east, on the shores of Westfall, where we now sit. They made their way inland, keeping themselves hidden. At some point in the region now called Duskwood, they made camp to wait, as Silea’s child was soon coming. Unfortunately, a group of forward scouts from the invading orcish Horde came upon their camp, and slaughtered them all. This I know because I discovered a veteran of that very group living in the jungles to the south of here. The green wretch described his scouts coming across “a purple skinned tall people unlike the other inhabitants of this land”. They killed them all to avoid witnesses. Before you get up and go off to find this old orc, don't bother. I burned him from the inside out after he spilled his story.

Now, I am unsure how exactly you survived the assault. The old orc mentioned no infants, so perhaps you went unseen, or maybe your mother had managed to hide you. What I do know, is that your adoptive parents heard noises coming from the forest one night, and then next morning saw smoke across across the river, living as they did in the south of Elwynn, adjacent to Duskwood. Your father hitched up a wagon and went to investigate, and so he found you. Fortunate for him the orcs and fled the scene.

And there you have it. The story as far as I know it. From here on it becomes your story, and that part you don't need me to tell you.

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Forosuul sat still for a few minutes, digesting the tale, his face a mask. Eventually he spoke up, “I suppose now you want my story.”

Kalithil shook his head, “That I already know. I did not stop my investigations with your birth. Knowing of Silea’s death, I kept looking, trying to find you. Tracking you down was easier. You were in the memory of people still living, and the events were more recent. My search for Silea had taken too long, however, and you had undertaken your journey into the past by the time I came to the end of your trail. Then of course, you reappeared, and Tindomiel filled me in on the rest.”

“And now I know where I come from, more or less,”said the younger Kaldorei, with emotionless finality. “Now I now, and nothing has changed.” At this he buried his face in his hands.

Kalithil, though obviously distressed, made no move, saying simply, “Knowledge does not change anything until you use it.” He sat silently for a while, letting his grandson grieve in his own way. Eventually he spoke again, “I know your life has been seemingly nothing but upheaval after upheaval, and I know the emergence of your family doesn't really help right now. I won't pretend we have a relationship, not yet. But I hope one day we do. I won’t impose on you though.”

Forosuul nodded, dully, said “I want to leave.”

Kalithil nodded assent, asking, “I can open a portal, where would you like to go?”

“My home is not that far, I’d rather ride.”

“As you wish. If you want to speak more, you can leave word here at the tower. As Majordomo of the House, you may come to me for any official needs. As your grandfather, you may call on me for anything.” Forosuul only nodded absently, retrieved his blades and fled down the spiral stairs. After he left, Kalithil slumped in his chair, wondering if his grandson would ever return.

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