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Dear moon,

For the first time in 18 years of his life, my master was finally able to go out and be free from the confines of the orphanage. More precisely, he was expelled by his headmaster.

I really want to eat that crazy headmaster alive when we (my master and I) were still under the iron grip of his power at the orphanage.

I really hate it when he hurt my master. They locked him up, beat him, tortured him, and did not provide food for him properly, causing me, who shares a body with my master's, to also suffer from hunger.

My master is often punched, and there's a time when he was kicked while eating, causing his food to spill. Even his foot was once pierced with a nail by the headmaster without mercy. All the abuse happened to him without my little master being able to understand anything. I am deeply hurt when I see my master in an endless loop of sadness and pain due to repeated abuse, and all I can do is only watch from within.

Oh, I just remember that I forgot to mention that my master has never been aware of my existence inside him. And I am the reason why he had to endure all that suffering from such a young age. For that reason, I love him very much and will keep loving him like a love song that I'll keep repeating.

Every time I had the chance to switch bodies with my master without him realizing it, I would transform into my true form as a white tiger and attack all those who have often hurt my little master, regardless of whether they are the children or the caretakers at the orphanage. But somehow I always fail to eat that headmaster. He always has a way to deal with me; he moved us to the lowest cage, where the temperature of the surroundings was quite cold, and he chained my master's feet.

I remember a time when I felt very happy seeing my master's joy every time he secretly read a book in our little library. I am very sure that my lord is a very strong person, because even though he grew up in hardship, he is still able to smile; whether in joy or sorrow, his smile is still the most beautiful in my eyes. Oh God, I really want to protect his smile, and more over himself...


🐾 Byakko

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