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Cherry Blossom
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Ongoing, First published Feb 26, 2014
I was a young girl living in ancient China during what became known as the Tang dynasty. I was found abandoned on the doorstep of a monastery by the monks that lived there, they called me Nǚhái or girl. My mistress called me Yīnghuā or Cherry Blossom as she found me in my blossoming Cherry tree. My mistress taught me to read, write and do sums from the time she found me and she trained me in martial arts even though  it was frowned upon for a girl to learn. She instructed me up until  my last round in what would come to be my last tournament, it would be years before I would see her again.

 With China torn by civic unrest and a gravely ill Emperor, the Crown Prince needed a bride of common blood that could quiet the people of the lower classes.  When I was caught competing the Prince saw in me that opportunity and the power to keep the noble class from turning against the Imperial family by possessing the beauty they prized and gain approval from the military leaders for my fighting ability.  In the end I  was given a choice, marry the crown prince or perish and the latter was not an option.
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As a Taoist priest, I contracted a Western dragon, Dragon Attack Zeshia is the most beautiful silver dragon of the Western dragon clan. It is noble and beautiful, can fly, and is strong. Its dream is to find its destined dragon rider and conquer the world together. A friend sympathetically told him, "There are no dragon riders anymore. Even humans are almost extinct." Zeshia: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't want to hear it." Friend: "Pah, listen to it or not." After waiting for over a hundred years, Zeshia finally welcomed the Eastern youth holding a broken sword. The youth was imposing, powerful, and most importantly, handsome. Zeshia's belly turned over: "Ride me! Ride me!" * Much later, Zeshia's notoriety spread across the Earth, and major supernatural organizations warned their subordinates: Have you seen this dragon having an affair? Go around, understand? At home, Zeshia shyly yet curiously asked the young man, "Why don't you use your sword anymore? Is it because I'm too strong?" The young man was silent for a long time: "I'm a Taoist priest." Zeshia's smile faltered slightly: "Don't Taoist priests also wield swords?" The young man calmly replied: "I practice qigong." Zeshia cried all night, covering the young man's mouth as she sobbed, telling him to stop talking because she didn't want to hear it. (I am not The Author of this story. All Credit goes to the author. I'm Just Machine Translating it because I Enjoy this story and hopefully you will too) The Original story is at: https://www.52shuku.net/jiakong/pm/h5ij_2.html