The classroom buzzed with the energy of students chatting, catching up after the weekend, when the teacher, Mr. Thompson, clapped his hands to gather attention. "Alright, everyone, settle down. We have a new student joining us today. I'd like you all to give a warm welcome to our transfer student." He gestured towards the door, a reassuring smile on his face.
Just then, the door creaked open, and in walked a tall figure with a hint of shyness but an undeniable aura of confidence. The new student, clad in a neatly pressed shirt and jeans, took a deep breath as he scanned the classroom filled with curious eyes. "Peace be upon you all, friends," he said, his voice steady yet warm. "My name is Acetash. I am happy to see you all."
As he spoke, a ripple of intrigue filled the room. Acetash's deep-set brown eyes sparkled with an enthusiasm that eased some of the tension typically felt during an introduction. "Well, uh... please go and sit down," Mr. Thompson encouraged, smiling at Acetash's comfort. The new student walked toward an empty desk near the window, his gait relaxed but purposeful, and settled in.
As the lesson began, Acetash found himself absorbing the ambience of the class. He could hear the whispers of excitement around him, students exchanging glances as they contemplated who he was and whether he would fit into their established social fabric. Mr. Thompson launched into the day's topic, but Acetash's mind wandered, intrigued by the personalities surrounding him.
During a group activity, the teacher divided the students into pairs to discuss the assigned reading. Acetash was paired with a girl named Mia, known for her outgoing nature. "So, Acetash, where did you come from?" she asked with genuine curiosity, leaning forward in her chair.
He considered his response, wanting to share just enough without overwhelming her. "I moved here from a small town. It's a bit different, but I think I'll like it here," he replied with a smile.
Mia's eyes brightened. "That's cool! I'm from around here. You'll have to show me what your town is like sometime! What do you like to do for fun?"
As the conversation flowed, Acetash felt a bit of weight lifting off his shoulders. He began to realize that fitting in might not be as daunting as he had imagined—the warm smiles and friendly inquiries were reassuring.
Throughout the week, Acetash gradually got more comfortable. He shared snippets of his life, his passion for photography, and his interest in martial arts, all while receiving encouraging glances and engaged questions from his classmates. A sense of belonging started to bloom within him, and soon, he found himself immersed in group projects, lunches filled with laughter, and the inevitable school gossip that encircled an ever-dynamic student body.
As days turned into weeks, Acetash formed friendships that extended beyond classroom walls. He joined the photography club, where he was quickly welcomed by fellow enthusiasts who valued creativity as much as he did. On weekends, he explored the local parks with Mia and a few other friends, showcasing his knack for capturing the beauty of everyday moments on camera.
Still, he cherished the memories of his previous life, often sharing stories about his small-town adventures during lunch. His classmates listened with rapt attention, quickly realizing that his past shaped part of who he was—thoughtful, vibrant, and adventurous.
As summer break approached, Acetash reflected on how far he'd come since that first day in Mr. Thompson's class. The transition, once filled with uncertainty and trepidation, had blossomed into a journey rich with friendship, creativity, and personal growth. Each moment—each nervous introduction that had felt so daunting—had led him to this diverse group of friends who had woven themselves into the fabric of his new life, reminding him that sometimes, all it takes is a simple greeting to change everything.
/ Time skip /
Acetash: im walking inside the school Corridor everything is soothering and peaceful at least in my eyes .
That's great.
/ time skip /
I need some fresh air.
... ...
Walking .
As the school year unfolded, Acetash quickly realized that high school was a vibrant tapestry woven with a myriad of activities, each thread interlacing with the others to create a rich narrative of teenage life. The sprawling campus buzzed with energy, from the early morning rush of students making their way to classes to the chattering groups that occupied hallways during breaks. Each day felt like a window into different worlds as students fully engaged in their passions and interests.
In the art room, the faint scent of paint mixed with the sound of soft classical music. Here, Mia immersed herself in her creative projects, surrounded by friends sketching, painting, and discussing the elements of art. "You should join us for the mural project next month," she encouraged Acetash one afternoon, leaning over a canvas splashed with abstract colors. "We're not just painting; we're telling a story together."
Acetash admired the way creativity flowed through the room. He witnessed students timidly adding their strokes to the mural, sharing ideas, and pushing each other to think outside the box. He felt a twinge of inspiration bubbling within him, envisioning his own contribution to their collaborative masterpiece.
In the nearby gym, the boys' basketball team practiced diligently after school, the echo of sneakers squeaking on polished wood resonating through the air like a heartbeat. There was an unmistakable camaraderie among them as they called out plays and challenged each other to competitive one-on-one matches. Acetash often stopped at the court's edge, captivated by the fast-paced energy, promising himself he would join in once he felt ready.
Meanwhile, in the cozy library, a group of students gathered for a book club that had become a hive of passionate discussions. Led by Samuel, a literature enthusiast with an infectious enthusiasm, they dissected novels, explored themes, and dove into heated debates about character motivations. Acetash felt drawn to this space, often finding solace in the pages of books, and he eventually joined their meetings, enjoying the way stories bound them together.
On the upper level of the school, the music room thrummed with life as the band rehearsed for the upcoming talent show. Acetash listened from the hallway as different instruments blended harmoniously, the sound of guitars, drums, and keyboards creating an inspiring backdrop. He had never thought of himself as a performer, but the inviting atmosphere coaxed him closer, strengthening his desire to step out of his shell.
In the cafeteria, a world of social interaction unfolded daily. During lunch, tables became forums of laughter, discussions, and occasional debates. Acetash marveled at how tables organized themselves: the jocks, the artists, the academic achievers—all jumbled together yet finding a rhythm of acceptance. He savored moments spent with Mia's group, where banter and jokes flowed freely, feeling a sense of belonging that felt almost surreal.
As the talent show approached, excitement permeated the halls. Posters adorned every wall, boasting the names of performers, musicians, and dancers. Students rehearsed in classrooms, honed their skills during quiet moments in the library, and collaborated during lunch. Acetash, feeling the electricity of anticipation, decided to take the plunge. Encouraged by his friends and fueled by a growing sense of confidence, he signed up to play his guitar, ready to unveil a part of himself he had kept hidden.
The night of the talent show arrived, and the auditorium buzzed with energy. Students and parents filled the seats, the atmosphere tinged with excitement and nerves. Acetash stood backstage, heart pounding as he listened to the performances unfolding before him. Mia dazzled the audience with her dance routine, while Samuel recited poetry that echoed with emotion. Each act captivated the crowd, igniting a sense of unity and pride among the student body.
When it was finally Acetash's turn, he stepped onto the stage, the spotlight illuminating his face. He took a deep breath, strumming the first chords of his song. As the notes floated through the air, the anxious knots in his stomach began to unravel. He poured his heart into each word, feeling the supportive energy of his friends, who cheered him on from the audience. With every note, he felt more connected to his audience, more a part of this intertwining story of high school life that he had become so deeply embedded in.
As the final chord echoed through the auditorium, the applause roared like a wave crashing against the shore. Acetash couldn't wipe the smile from his face, surrounded by a chorus of cheers from his friends. In that moment, he understood that high school was not just a place of learning, but a vibrant community where individuality thrived in collective experiences.
Days turned into weeks, and the school year flowed by like the changing seasons. Students continued exploring their passions—whether it was painting murals in the art room, dominating the basketball court, diving deep into literature, or finding their voice on stage. Acetash found joy in each moment, cherishing the friends he had made and the memories they crafted together.
From casual conversations in the hallways to shared triumphs in school events, Acetash realized that he had transitioned from the new kid to an integral part of this ever-evolving narrative. In a world where every corner echoed with laughter, creativity thrived, and friendships blossomed, he felt grateful for the journey that had led him here—a whirlwind of growth, exploration, and a profound sense of belonging amid the tapestry of high school life.
...
Hah ...
I'm sure ...Someone is looking at me...
Suddenly looks at his behind...
No one is here...
/Suddenly he looks at A window at the top of the building saw a girl with red hair and turquoise-blue eyes. Directly were looking at him/
She is... smiling?...
( Blinking)
She weren't there anymore.
So am I hallucinating or... is this fatigue causing me to hallucinate? It doesn't matter...
/Walking /
/ Time skip /
Acetash ( suddenly he sew Issei got kicked in his ass by Martial girls and his camera dropped)
Acetash ( how phathetic this guy is .)
/ Start walking away/
Acetash: how stupid this guy was . Disgusting... Sigh .. ( frustrated)
Issei ( eyebrows up ) : who was that guy ?..oh..... Hey motohama ! Come over here ...
motohoma: hey you Issei ! What you have for me dude ?
Issei: oh ya ! Some of best Booba pics ever you can find just in my hands .hell ya ...
Motohama: I calculated the size of each one. That yellow hair one is B .this one is .... If I calculate it correctly... That's C... And this one is ... Perfect shot ..my dude .....you are privileged to be the best prevent ever my dude ...be proud of it
Issei:
Issei: hell fuck ya...
Motohama : we will have celebrate this night !
Issei : this night will be our heaven ! Ah what would happen if Matsuda were here ...
Motohoma : hey ... Is that ..
Issei: yaaa! Matsuda !!!! Come ober here man ...! ..see what I got ... I swear...you never believe me...
Issei: Yo, Matsuda, you won't believe the epic shots I got of those karate girls at the dojo! Like, I'm talking black belts and bonus action poses!
Matsuda: No way! Are they wearing those super tight gis? Tell me they were practicing their powerful kicks!
Issei: Dude, they were kicking so high! I got one shot where it looks like a roundhouse could knock a mountain down! And their expressions? Priceless!
Matsuda: Did the camera catch the sweat glistening on their arms? It's like a low-budget movie CGI effect gone right!
Issei: For real! I almost needed a new lens because of all the intensity—it was like "The Karate Kid" meets "Boys Over Flowers" except WAY more steamy!
Matsuda: Man, you should totally make a gallery! Call it "Karate Kawaii Go!" I bet you'd get a fan club in no time!
Issei: Haha, right? Just imagine the caption: "When karate strikes a pose, Issei strikes the shutter!"
Matsuda: And I could write the backstory! Like, "These girls train hard but also ace the art of allure!" Total plot twist!
Issei: This isn't just photography, Matsuda; this is cinematic art! I might just win the "Best Pervert with a Camera" award!
Matsuda: If only we could get our hands on more props—a karate belt fashion show, perhaps? Lights, cameras, and robes!
Issei: Next stop, ultimate karate art mashup—block punches and get hearts racing, baby!
/ Time skip /
After the High school ends ./
They are still
Issei: Dude, you won't believe the epic shots I got of those karate girls training today—like, their moves were incredible, but I was definitely more focused on, uh, other assets.
Matsuda: No way! Did you get any close-ups? I mean, karate is cool and all, but those ample curves in action? That's next-level photography!
Issei: Absolutely! I was just pretending to adjust the camera, but really I was just, you know, *admiring* the technique... and the technique, if you know what I mean.
Matsuda: Right? Like, "Oh no, I accidentally zoomed in!" *laughs* Imagine if they caught us though—how would you even explain that?
Issei: I'd just say I'm a "visual arts enthusiast" focusing on... dynamic forms. Plus, do you think they'd let us join a "study group"?
Matsuda: Only if we promise to, uh, take our studies seriously! Man, if we could just get those girls to do some poses for us... "By the way, can you, uh, stand this way for... aesthetic purposes?"
Issei: Exactly! It'd be the best blend of art and action! Plus, I'd be there with my camera, you know, "documenting" the honing of both karate and, uh, physical form.
Matsuda: We should totally make a magazine—"Martial Arts &... Other Interests!" It would sell like hotcakes.
Issei: Hotcakes? More like hot—*ahem* never mind! Can you imagine the cover art?
Matsuda: With the caption "Unlocking Potential: Flexibility and Focus!" Yeah, they'd definitely want a subscription!
Issei: Okay, but seriously, we have to plan our next "photo session." The world needs to see these karate girls in all their glory... both on and off the mat!
Matsuda: Best idea ever! Just make sure we have plenty of memory cards—thinking ahead, you know? *Smirks*
/ Time Skip/
Acetash ( walking Moving towards the flyover after high school , he is watching the folks in there. )
/ Suddenly/
???: hi ..Yamato is that you ?
Acetash ( shocked ) (??? Looking at his eyes like she was It seemed like years had passed since she had seen him.)
???( With a very soft and sweet voice) : how's going this days ...Yamato?
Acetash: a...
???: Yamato... You know... I was wondering if one day I could Be that lucky to see you once again...
???: do you remember the time we were playing the volleyball at the beach? You were amazing in there ..
/ Touching his hands /
Acetash to himself: damn .. I know there is something wrong with this girl ... This is suspicious)
/ Suddenly his legs turns jelly /
???: Yamato ? ... Are you alright?
Acetash: y..ea.. ( to himself... Damn why am I not able to talk ..this illness is damn.. hellish .. I'm sure she poisoned me ... By her hands )
/ ???(Helping him , to sat on bench over there )
???( Gasps ) : are you better now?
Acetash ( nods ) ( his strange illness was really frustrating... enough)
???: you know... After all this years .. we passed with each other ... I really have to tell you this ...
( Immediately leaned to him )
???: let us merge our hearts and destiny's my dearest friend ...
/She is going to ....K.ss...
Acetash ( throwing her away from himself to other side of )
/ She surprised by this action or looks like.. / just after a few minutes,
???: you were fucking stubborn for human .. I never thought killing one of you pest could be that exhausting... Casting 10 of magic to just taking this opportunity to take you down was really frustrating....now I am done . Ohhh I'm sorry... But you are a threat ...don't blame me for ending your life. Little cockroach...
And just in case ...
/Acetash fall to ground/
( She's examine that he is still alive or not for sure and found him dead)
/ She smirked /
??? (She simply flew away, with complete disregard.)
Ha?... How is this .. happening...
His eyes wide...
...
That... that girl... the one who was looking at me from that window... Here it is...
But... why... wait... magic circle.?..
What is she saying... Is that...kinda .. magic..?..
/ Why am I feeling better!? What is happening to me . ? Im supposed to be dead ...
/ ( Unconsciously stands up )/
How the hell am I healthy again!?
Looking at her...
She said: from now on...you are my servant... I'm savior of your life..
Acetash ( shocked ) ( to himself: so she saved me .. and for real ... I cannot change that fact That I owe my life to her.)
Acetash: I accept to be at your command .
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