Shaken hope.

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Sword swings were heard in the Backyard..

Two presence can be seen there. One seems older and is staying firm as he's black with a hint of grey intently watches the younger boy swing his wooden sword seeing as they sweat under the sun.

The black ink eyes gaze up in a moment as he feels the breeze in such a hot season..

A husky voice then spoke.
"That's all for training..Erdene..by now..mother zerg will be worried..lets end this training..and head back."

The boy whos name 'Erdene' drop his wooden sword but despite his exhausted
figure the boy grins at his brother and followed him behind..as they head inside.

When they enter their humble home. They were met with the smell of Buuz{Dumplings in Mongolian} in the scent as Erdene ran towards the kitchen where their mother zerg is preparing a snack for them.

"Ah!.you boys are back just in time. I prepared us some dumplings."

The Mother zerg who is seen as a beauty in her age. She seemed to age but the beauty seems to reside despite the time..

Erdene couldn't help but grab a dumpling by hand. At the boys reckless action seems to burn his own hand. Tears come from his eyes. As the Mother zerg scolded the little boy while the brother heads to the kitchen to get two bowl and chopsticks for them..

"Next time.Dont pick up food by hand-ah! Timur..thank you..this is what your brother needs. Here,Erden, you're lucky Timur still has the heart to save you from my scoldings...but will talk about this..now enjoy the snack boys.."

Mother zerg leaves the dinning room as the door shuts..

Erdene whispers a thanks to his stoic Brother as he uses his chopsticks and uses it to grab the dumpling and blows..

Timur not to long..began to eat his dumplings. Savouring the taste of home-made meal made by their mother.

Several hours till now..Timur looks out his window. Waiting for something

As his gaze look from outside.their are passersby that walk by their home..either minding their business or admiring the stoic man who can be seen looking out the window..

Timur heavily sighs. He ignored the gazes that he was receiving from both female and male zergs..

He's been used to it..cause of their attraction to him..but he wasn't interested..on those..

But one thing..really caught his curiosity and intrest was...

*Flocking wings*

Was a letter from his penpal..

Timur gazes at the familiar hawk that came down from his window. As he fondly pats the hawk and decided to get the delivered letter from its claws.

Veined hands carefully grasp the letter and open it up..

As he began to read..

Dear Timur

It has been awhile since we have written a letter from you. As time goes by I enjoy the moments sharing eachothers days. Despite me being a late bird at writting back...

Im still glad you're not upset actually.. If you don't believe me ill remind us a conversation from a letter you use to write me back..

"Im glad the plot hasn't started...i don't want any problems with that storyline.."See i pay attention to our conversations Timur..

So if you ever read the end of this letter..please write me back..or if theirs an possibility..deliver me back in person..but i doubt youll figure out where im at.

By your Dearest pal Leon.

Timur after reading this had a hint of amusement in his eyes..as he held an genuine smile...

Soo...he really wanted me to figure out where he's located at..

And if someones wondering..what plot?..well.

This isnt an ordinary world..i somehow came into this body...of a character who isn't in the plot mostly..cause he's just a stepping stone..

That's right.. something to be stepped on...and i hate that...it feels like im not a living person..

But im not the only one..

Leon...hes just like me..not from here..

How did i know?...well..i mentioned something from my world..one time which i wasn't supposed too..

And guess what...he replied back with favorite songs from Gen Z...

A baritoned chuckle can be heard from the Mongolian male.

If this is what Leon wants..then this is what he will do aswell..

He puts down the letter at his desk. And opens an drawer..filled with letters..

He gets a random letter and opens it up..

This letter was about Leons long written thoughts about his moments preparing to meet with his Fathers Business-partners. Cause Leon himself is an heir...he wrote about putting up an image of a well-behaved son...but behind that perfect smile..he doesn't want to be around those peers...the thought of them complimenting him with a masked smile..when i replied to this..i comforted him..he needed it..but. There was a clue here..

He mentioned watching the people walk by in their days in these 'Victoria Streets'.

Well..thats one clue..still not enough..he mentioned when he left his Manor..near this street. But i need more concrete clues..

I closed the letter and grabbed another one..

It took time for me to collect the clues so..this was what i have gotten so far.

His Near address.
His Main Company as an heir to.
And a Diner he used to eat near his Manor.

Thats all i can collect so far. Since the rest are just our friendly conversation..

I look out on the window..seeing as it was beginning to turn dawn outside..i decided that it should be a day..and see if any of my parents need me.