Tomoino

I am but here with the freedom of expression.
          
          In my own dojo.

ADS: Tales from the Past?
          
          More like - ADS: FROM THE PAST.
          
          HAHAHAHAHA.

If there is one thing the Sensei can't understand.
          
          It is the very existence of death.
          
          Those who experience it no longer cease to exist.
          
          Therefore, by the logic it stands upon, it is incomprehensible.
          
          Only those who around death can perceive it.
          
          But can you say those who perceive it truly understand it?
          
          They can only cast their own interpretations and cope with such an event but never understand the true fundamentals of what it means when a halo shatters.
          
          And what the owner of the halo could have been thinking and or saying in their last moments. 
          
          Her last moments...
          
          Can Sensei understand it?
          
          And what if such an incident occured in the past?
          
          Sensei is able to guide and lead outcomes to his will because he desires it.
          
          Because he believes.
          
          Because he is experienced.
          
          Because he is an adult.
          
          Because he can explain it.
          
          But what happens when such a topic, one that exists but incomprehensible is thrust upon him?
          
          It is not just Sensei that these thoughts would apply to.
          
          But to everyone.
          
          What comes out with the truth? 
          
          It's the pieces put together.
          
          The question is: would they accept it that way?
          
          Not even she comprehends her own experience either.
          
          It remains in pieces.
          
          Scattered. 
          
          There always has been a way out for her.
          
          But it's clear that's not what she wants.
          
          It is clear that she is right where she wants to be.
          
          And because of that.
          
          Maybe some things are best left forgotten.
          
          Forever. 
          
          

In order to get things done, I need the silence.
          
          And what's a better way to start that than by posting a message that is about silence to show when it started.

          "WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS?
          
          "I GAVE EVERYTHING. AND IT SPAT IN MY FACE.
          
          "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF.
          
          "LIFE.
          
          "IT ONLY MAKES ME SUFFER.
          
          "IT'S CRUEL.
          
          "THEY WON'T DIE.
          
          "THEY WON'T LEAVE ME.
          
          "I ONCE THOUGHT THAT.
          
          "I'M NOW BITTER.
          
          "AND MORE POWERFUL. 
          
          "NO LONGER FEEBLE. 
          
          "I.
          
          "AM.
          
          "THE.
          
          "TERROR."
          
          
          
          
          "̷̨̧̨̡̧̡̡̢̡̢̞̱̝̬͇͍̞̥͇̪̙͚̞̝͙̜̳̻̩̻͉͇̭̺̲̠̙͎̝̯̥̯͔̈̀̃̆̀͂̅́̎̌̐̑́͛̋͗̊̄̽̇̄̄́͋͒̀͂̐͊̄̃̐͛̈́̊́̎̉̆̂͌̈́̄̂̂͜͠͠ͅͅͅḀ̶̡̡̩̮̦̺͎̳̻̫̪͉̥̫̣̜̥͎̹̞͕͈̦̞͚͓̻̩̜̭̖̞͇͎̤͙̖̤̐͒̑̽̅̍̃͛̆̾̿̀͒̏͂̾́͆́͘Ŗ̵̩͔̩̻͉̰͙̖̺̦̲̥͗̍͌͊̀̈̄̿̅̉́̅̓̏̑͒̈́̽͊͗͗̐̂͊̿̓̀̎̍͘̕͜͠͠͠Ŗ̸̨̢̛̛̼̟̖̗͕̥̖̫̹̘̤̤̪̼̟̻͉̰̙̘̱̯̠͎͚̫̱̬̎̎̅̽͗̆̒̃͂̒̀̾̀̆̈́́̌͋̀̅̈́̀̇͌͂̊́́̽́̓̋̀̿̀̉̓͛̋̽̾́̈́̕͘͜͜͝R̴̨̛̠͚̱̖̯̬̰͚̺͎͚̙͙̦͛̍̐̽̓̿̽͆͑̊͋́̎̅͂̎͌̆̆́̑͋̐̐̏̓̈́̀̾̐̕͘̕͜͝͝͠͠Á̵̡̧̢̦̞̳̜̥̟͔̠̝̘̲̬̪̫̜͈̺̗̤͊̓̈́͒͊̇̀͑̐̍̽̋͐̎̓́̅̒̑͐̅̅̓͐͗̑̈́̐̊̆̽͘͝ͅͅA̷̧̧̨̨̛͓̯̝̤̥͔̱̠͚̹̥̼̟̠̽̂̎̓̽͊͒͋̾̈̐̓̈́͛̂͋̀͌̏͘̕͘͜͝͝Ą̷̨̡̛̞͔̤͉̤̗̬̭̫͚͖̦̜̟̱̦͔̬̗̥̥̟͕͖̜̞̜̻̪͓͑̄̾̿̒̿̇̌̆͌̾̃̇͑̾̽͛̍̿̂̊̇̿̾̀̃̌̈́͛̑̓̎̂̅̓̚͘͘͜͠͝͝A̴̞̭̳̲̠̥͎͈̲̞̠̤͕̯̖͓̭̘̦̣̼̥͉͇̞̙̻̻̩̘̼͖̣̠̝̭̳̟͇̠̮̍̎̎͛̃͋͛̓̌͌́͂̂͌̑̂́̋́̆̅͂̃͛̈́̂͋̑́̀̈́̉̂͛̕͠͝G̵̢̧̻͚̠̜̫̖̲͓̮̑̄̐͗̎̿̉̈́͛̀̇̐͆̒̎̈́̕̕͘͜͠ͅG̵̙͂̈́̃̃̂͛̋̐̀͗̾̓̇̀͐͗̊̆͆͘͝͝Ḡ̶͖̯̬͑͆͗͐͌̿̀̒͗͋͆̊́̀̆͛̒͗͒̑̈́̾̅͋̾̿̔̕͠͠Ģ̸̝̪̦̳̠̞̣͇̦̥͇̪̭̹̎͐̀͒ͅH̶̰̹̗̘̹̪̝̟͓̤̻̩̤͍̭̻̰̙͖̳̓͂́͒̋̂̒̉̀̍̽͛̓̎͑̎̊̋̈̏͒̐͑͑̄͋͐̓̕͜͝͠͝H̵̛̛̼̰̥͉̽̈́͑̂͑͒̅̓̎̀̅̿͑̓͘͝͝͝Ḩ̶̡̡̞͚͚͙̪̹̳͔̭͓͎͎̩̩̲̜̲̳̞͕͚̫̤̺̗͈͕͔̰̹͙̤͍͍̪͎̞͙̘̼̓̃͑͂͌̽́̊̐̓̐̿̕ͅH̵̢̨̧̨͖̟̺̫̙̹͕̥͎̖̠͙͔͖̪͙͖̙̜͍̪̣͚͉̥̘̭̙̼͎̤̙̹̹͍̫̀̂͜ͅH̷̡̧̝̬̤̼̪̤̼͖̝͖̱̯̯̝͊͊̽̏͒͗̋̀̏̌̾̓͗͆̕H̸̢̡̢̛̲̱̞̯͓̮͙̜̟̗̬͔̭͙͍̥̰̭̻̙̣̱̖͙̫͊̑̽̀̃͐̿͋̈́͋͊̃̌̾͂͊͊̈́͊̀́͌̑̓̀̒̊̐̈́̌̄̇̌̊̑̄̕̚͝͝͝͝͠ͅH̸̨̡̨̢̙̱͖̮̟̙̯̹̹͔̮̹͉͍͍͍̙͙͙̙̜͕͇̱̭̘̳͔͇̮͔̍́̈̇̋͗͊͌̊͑́̂͛͆̍̍̓̑̅̈̄̂̏̇͑͋̅̀̍͘͘̚͠͠ͅĤ̸̛͈͈͎̤̙̗̪͓͉͉͋̇́̒͌̆̅͊̌̀͒̽̆͌̽̆̉̒̒̊̏̉̊͌̏̄̑̏̈͌̒̈́́̉̍͊̌̓̀̽͘͘̕͘͜͝͠͝͠ͅ"̷̨̡̧̛̘͓̞̥̰̬̫̮̱̈̔̆̎̈́̇̎͛̎̆̾̈̃̄̉̀̊̄́̿̈́͗͒͆́̒͗̇͗͋̅̇͋̏̾͆̀̋̓̽͐͐̆̾̕̕

It shouldn't be taking this long to get somewhere with a story that I have been quite literally almost done with for a while.
          
          That being ADS of course.
          
          I need to be in some kind cave.
          
          That'll improve it.
          
          Because of the focus.
          
          And the silence.
          
          I know it's a fanfic.
          
          But it's much more than that.
          
          I will get it done.
          
          I gots to. 
          

When the important characters to the lore/story aren't seen on the cover/screen of a media.
          
          Because they aren't the draw.
          
          All too real.
          
          "Mike" be like. 
          
          AHAHAHAHHAHA.
          
          
          
          

Writing ambiguity is oh so fun.

When it feels close yet also far.

A Doting Sensei: Tales from the Archive.
          
          Chapter 2: The Terror.