This is a fanfic about dragon ball and umineko when they. It's a crossover between the separate tittles. Btw disclosure I did use chatgpt to help wrote this
("The writing end when the writing ends... No... Accurately said, it is not written to an end. If you write a story to a certain point, can you say it is fully written? This has been paining me in all those long years as someone who writes. The journeys of humans make for such interesting stories, yet... But where does the journey start and where does it end... Even I do not know an answer to this." - Featherine Augustus Aurora)
(Chapter 1- the unseen eye of the voyagers and the author)
"1 month before the prologue"
It was a quiet- night in the Meta-World of umineko. The great legendary golden witch of thearto ongoing -known as featherine agutest aura was quietly sitting in her chair reading a book.
Featherine was deeply immersed in her book, she read the pages like a scene in a moive.
"The weight of a sin depends on the person measuring it." - Featherine Augustus Aurora. Said featherine to herself out loud as she read a page from the book she was reading that caught her eye in particular while reading her book.

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Featherine was about to turn to the next page of her book until (*knock! knock! *) " there was a gentle yet loud knock at her door. *Featherine gentlely closed her book and placed it on her desk next to her chair *. (Featherine: who is it? Featherine asked polity as she got up from her chair to reach the door. (It's me dumbest who do think it is?) Said a familiar voice as the person who was behind the door. (Featherine recognized the voice to be Bernkastel's voice and opened the door for Bernkastel and invited her inside the room) (Bernkastel: took you long enough to open that dam door. "Said Bernkastel to featherine.
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As Featherine welcomed Bernkastel into her room, she couldn't help but smirk at the playful banter between them. Bernkastel's sharp tongue always managed to bring a hint of amusement to their interactions.
"Patience has never been your strong suit, Bernkastel," Featherine remarked, her tone teasing. "What brings you to my humble abode at this hour?"
Bernkastel sauntered further into the room, her gaze wandering around the dimly lit space. "Oh, just thought I'd grace you with my presence," she replied with a smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously. "But it seems you're busy burying your nose in another one of your tomes."
