Have some random short epilogue/prelouge short stories of Heaven's guardian uwu

~Smoke~ / ~(ENG)~

It's the first night,our first night at the training camps...the smell of the campire smoke coming from outside just helped me wonder,how many days would we have to fall asleep to the smell of that burning wood and Grey ashes.Maybe just some days,maybe some months,or even years...Who knows?Even if I'm familiar with the smell of smoke,this One just hits differently.I recalled something like that strong smell from my grandparents' house,when It was winter grandpa would roast the bison steak on the fire outside,and that sweet aroma of the meat with the smoke was just out of this world...but...It also recalls me of...better not to...all I can say is that...it's also the smell of war.What we're seeing and hearing now,it's just a small anticipation of What we'll really go against soon enough:the smell of the Fire and the loud whistling sounds of the swords that Echo in the air,and then...it's a desolate Land where only the Wind screams for its fallen soldiers,laying silently on the cold ground of the Battlefield.I guess maybe it's not so much of a bad thing,even if it connects me to a bad thing,it Can still awaken some more memories in me...I remember clearly that smell from my father:there was a time when I was really small,my dad came back home from a long time of being away for the war,when he came back I could smell the smoke on his armor and helmet.I put his helmet on My head,It was so big It covered my eyes aswell,I jokingly asked him while looking at the dark ash on his cheeks:"Daddy?Why does your armor smell like smoke?",and he answered with his goofy smile while taking his helmet off my head:"Well,the air Is kinda dirty and smelly down there,and there's alot of smoke around".Little did I know It wasn't just the air that smelled strong,It was a whole mix of burned bowstrings,wet dirt and blood.Even if I lived the experience more than once I'll Always remember about that One episode,I'll Always remember about the joy of seeing him come back stronger than before,knowing that he won another Battle for his people,for his family...for us.I really Wish that someday I'll make my people and my family proud of my victory too,because we won it together.It was late already at night,even if I couldn't sleep because of my anxiouseness,the happy memories helped me trough it.I cradled myself in my blanket,turned around to my right and saw my sister's face.She'd be really mad at me right now,She hates when people look at her when she's sleeping for some reason,She says that She looks ugly when sleeping...but I'd really want to Be in her place,she manages to stay so calm even in the toughest situations...meanwhile I Can manage to panic over the smallest of things.I May Be the older twin but I've Always looked up to her:she was the extrovert and I was the introvert.Sometimes my mom would send us three to go and get the groceries for dinner After we did our homework,I always asked to Naomi to talk with the store clerk because when I spoke to strangers I'd freeze After One sentence,Kazu May Be shy too but not as panicky as me.Maybe we didn't change much After All while growing up:Naomi's always kind and extroverted,Kazu's Always been shy around girls,and I'm Just a little akward blob.My grandpa said to me before that if being in the army wouldn't have changed me,he would have made my claws grow out himself.I wonder if Kazu's getting along well with the other trainees in our same department.After some time of turning around and fixing my blanket,I started hearing a cricket from Very far away.It's a Little weird that a cricket is here all by itself in October,they usually come together in the Summer and sing together in the forest,away from everyone but they still sing for us to hear their song.Perhaps this cricket here is a Little like me,maybe it Just can't sleep.Even if it's alone its singing Is still beautiful as ever,like a lullaby.I decided to join in and follow to his beat,I started lightly tapping on the wooden planks under the matress...tap,tap,tap...now that I think about it,everything Can spark up a memory.I always think of the crickets' singing as a lullaby for Little kids Who have bad dreams,whenever I woke up from a nightmare I heard crickets outside singing,did they know I was feeling unwell?My mom told me about lullaby of the crickets,She said to me that whenever I felt scared I had to focus on the small sounds around me,and by that She made me realize that if I Just focused enough on it I could hear the crickets even if they were far away.Maybe it's still childish to do for Someone my age,because everyone tells you to grow up and become an adult or else you won't be able to face the harshness of the future,but Deep Down I know that no one wants to abbandon their past Just like that.Memories often make us do mistakes,but mistakes help us get better.It'd Be pretty funny to imagine our generals still holding on to their old teddies,but no matter if it's phisycal or Just in our mind...every memory Can help us to grow up...