Christopher Martin
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"...ran…" Ah, again? I'm so sleepy. Please give this auntie a few more minutes. ('～｀*) zzz "...Ran…" I'll be up… soon. _(」∠ ,ﾝ,)_ "Xiao Ran," a soft voice chuckled as I felt a warm hand brush hair away from my forehead. Huh? What is happening? Squinting my eyes open, the warm light coming from the window blinds me as it shines through the small room. "Wah… what time is it?" Squeezing my eyes shut, I leaned back into my chair as I tried to rub away the remaining drowsiness in my…-
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I seem to have found a dead body. Under the brazing sun face down, an old man laid on the steps before the front gates of the main hall. I couldn't identify them as they had no badges or bags on display, and they were somewhat tricky to turn over. However, based on their delicate garments, they seem to be a person of a high statue. Just who could they be? ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ) Crouching down beside the fallen form, I grabbed a nearby stick to check if the person was still breathing. Poke, poke. "..." The…
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"...ran…" Eh? (´～`) "... Ran…" Who's calling this auntie? Can't you see I'm busy? I'm trying to use all my brainpower right now! "Jing Ran!" "Ah! I'm awake!" Who is it? Is it Senior Sister? Σ(￣.￣ノ)ノ "Uh, Jing Ran," a meek little voice brought me back from the remaining grogginess of my slumber as I looked up at the bright pair of silver eyes. "Aiyah, so it's just you, Bai Yin. Hah, had me scared for a second," combing the wispy bits of hair away from my oily face, I tried to wipe…
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"Hah, hah, hah," furiously ran down the streets, the small child heaved as he gripped the embroidered bag to his chest, looking back every so often to see if Zhu Na Ran was still chasing him. His heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage as his adrenaline began to kick into his hunger pang frame. "Hey, watch where you're going, brat!" "Em, sorry," he cried as he continued down the street in a zig-zag formation. 'Tsk, I can't tell if that man is still here or not.' The boy had been watching Zhu Na…
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Appalled by the sudden turn of events, a whispering murmur arose from the crowd below. First, not only had the three-year reigning champion fallen under the hand of this mysterious newcomer, but now even the famous Quan Gu Mei was trapped by them. "Ah, just who is this guy!" "Argh, whoever he is, I just lost ten silvers because of him!" "Aiyah, if I knew that this competition would be full of twists, I would've bet my silvers on the newcomer!" Grumbles over lost coins arose in the crowd; however, they…
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Noticing the tension on stage, an excited whisper clouded over the crowd. "Ah, what did this poor fool do to piss off the Masked Fighter?" "Ay, whatever it is, this kid is done. No one offends the Masked Fighter and gets away with it." "Poor kid, it's better for you to lay down and hope the Masked Fighter will grant you mercy." Noticing the tension between the two, the referee decided to cut in and start the show. "Contestants, are you ready?" "Uh, yes," Zhu Na Ran nodded nervously. 'Ah, I might have…
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'Ah, when is it going to be my turn again.' Watching the stage with trepidation, Zhu Na Ran was trembling from the aspect of beat- fighting someone else other than her senior sister. 'At least it won't constantly be a one-sided victory.' She could finally utilize all of the skills she learned from her training and dueling her senior sister. 'Ah, with all these new skills I learned, I can't wait to apply them on others!' "The winner of this round goes to Quan Gu Mei!" "Wah, she's so good," Zhu Na Ran…
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"Hmm, hmm, hmm," humming as she chewed on a piece of candied hawthorn, Zhu Na Ran casually strolled along the crowded streets of Kong Xian City as the metropolis bustled with life. Dressed as a young master, she seamlessly blended in with the rest of the crowd. 'Hehe, the clothes do make the man. I should be thanking the man who let me borrow his stuff.' (◕ᴗ◕✿) 'Eh, I'll be sure to return it when I see him again. Maybe.' ¯_(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)_/¯ "Steam buns! Two steam buns for only three…
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"Hmm, who knew Junior Sister would be so diligent?" Looking through a palm-sized bronze mirror, I watched as my junior sister grumble as she reluctantly did some work. "Aiyah, how does Senior Sister do all this paperwork," she whined as she flipped through the stacks of paperwork. The corners of my mouth twitched a bit as I watched her grumble a bit more before putting away the mirror. Well, at least I know she's not causing a mess, for now. It has already been a few weeks since I left for this…
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"Xiao Yin, you're back!" Standing at the gate of Dong Mo Peak, a young man waved at us. I think he's the young man who helped us at Bao Ku Hall. If my memory is correct, his name was Bai Chen, and the current head disciple of the sect master. Quite a lofty position. "Oh, welcome Martial Aunt Jing Ran," noticing my presence, Bai Chen quickly cupped his hands in greeting. "What brings Martial Aunt to our Dong Mo Peak?" "Eh, Bai Yin invited over for a visit," slinging an arm over her shoulder, I smiled,…
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