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Three Years Later
-Jakku Park-
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*crack!*
The sound of something hitting a tough surface was the only thing that could be heard in Jakku park.
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No children running around screaming. No background hum. No fuss or deafening noises.
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The park was deserted. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary, being sunrise. In the midst of this idyllic scene, only one person could be found.
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A teenager. No older than thirteen or fourteen-years-old. He was of average height. His face was framed by a long mess of fluffy dark-green hair which stood up at odd angles around his head, casting noticeably dark shadows onto itself. This unruly emerald mass was kept tied into a manbun. His eyes, sharp and focused, were of the same color of his hair. His most distinguishing features were a set of four symmetrical freckles in diamond formations, one on each cheek and two small scars: a cross-shaped one on his right cheek and a small one on the bridge of his nose.
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An Asura Is Born
Fanfiction"So..." The stranger took off his hood, and the first thing they saw was a long mass of messy emerald curls. After that they focused on his face, and noticed sharp and confident eyes of the same color. He took his stance. "You wanna fight, too?"
