Author's Note in the beginning so everyone can see TwT
I'm so sorry for not updating this book for around a month huhu. I swear, I didn't lose interest. I just wasn't that bored for quite some time and class recently started. With class, came a lot of assignments from teachers that expect a lot out of us just because we're a high class section or something
•́ ‿ ,•̀I'll try to update more often, I swear. It's just that I'm busy most of the time now and I can't find the time to write as much as I used to :(
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It was on a beautiful morning that our one and only photographer decided to go outside the manor and take a few pictures with his beloved camera. Once he found the perfect spot, he started setting up his camera when he suddenly heard a talking bush.
"Rustle rustle..." He heard the bush say.
Scratching his forehead, he said, "First it's a talking pot, now it's a talking bush?! How many inanimate objects in this area talk anyway?"
"Oh a lot of them do, actually," you said and suddenly appeared behind him.
He quickly turned around and screamed like there was no tomorrow. You brought several levels of sudden fear and terror to the poor photographer that, out of instinct, he stabbed you on the chest with his sword.
Joseph, now realizing what he had done started panicking, "DID I JUST KILL SOMEONE?! OH MY GOD WHAT DO I DO-"
"Oh cool is this your sword?" you pointed at the sword, now on your chest, and asked as if you didn't just get pierced by the man in front you.
"You- but- I- are you alive?! How?!" Joseph asked in disbelief. You looked like a normal human being, how could you possibly survive with a sword that probably sliced your heart in half? He wondered.
You seemed to be confused. Not because he was confused too, but because for some reason, you forgot how weapons in general worked and based off of his reaction, the sword on your chest was supposed to do something to you.
You looked back at him and asked, "was this supposed to do something to me..?"
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"Why yes, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE BUT I DON'T KNOW??? YOU'RE ALIVE???" Joseph said calmly... Oh who am I kidding he said with the most chaotic and confusing energy he could possibly radiate.
"Ohhhhhh I was supposed to DIE... I think I forgot," you said sheepishly.
"You forgot to die?"
"Yeah... I think."
"But- HEY WAIT!" before he could even finish his sentence, the manor behind him caught your attention and you were already running towards it.
"Hey Mr. Swordman! Do you live there!? Cool!" you yelled while already making your way to the Hunters' manor.
Joseph started to calm down, but just a bit. You didn't seem like a bad person. In fact, you seemed harmless. It's not like you were carrying a weapon on you or something...
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It was at this moment that Joseph was proven wrong. You DID have a weapon on you, or well, in you? And that weapon was his sword. He left his camera where he intended to set it up and immediately started running after you.
"HEY WAIT CAN I HAVE MY SWORD BACK?!" he yelled, barely able to keep up with you.
[In the Hunters' Manor]

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