Hello everyone, I’m here to cheat again, huh?
This time it’s a character chapter, so it’s separated out because I’m too lazy to give more detailed background in the main text.
There may not be much in the way of eroticism up front, folks, big big big letters!
First Chapter, The Meaning of Survival
What kind of world are we in?
What kind of creatures are we?
Why do we exist?
In this world, there are too many people, too many things, too many unanswered questions.
Many people confused by their own ignorance, trying hard to find the truth, the result is often nothing, futile years, occasionally there are discoverers, but also because the conclusion is too shocking to the world, can not be tolerated in the world, and no good end. Thus, most people, they no longer bother to explore their own can not understand things, prefer to spend their lives in a daze.
Chihara Shiraha is one of those people.
The unknown and unanswered questions had long been a firm part of her fifteen year old life.
She had gotten used to allowing herself to be comfortable in the midst of this many unknowns.
When she was three years old and started to remember, she used to wonder why she always had to be dipped in those foul smelling potions and slapped around by the man she called Master.
When she was five years old and found a round, reflecting object’s face called a bronze mirror from a room, she used to wonder why she didn’t look the same as the others, why her ears were pointed and long compared to others. His eyes were lake green instead of dark brown.
At the age of seven when she could already recognize all the books her master had given her, she used to wonder why she had to keep memorizing all these awkward phrases and complicated shapes.
By the time she was ten years old, after her Master had answered her countless times with silence, she had become accustomed to everything around her, herself, the unknown, all of it.
She was used to facing things she didn’t understand.
For example, in the courtyard there is a beautiful little pond, white gravel paved path winding around it, the water surface reveals a few turquoise green round big leaves, a few or pink or white flowers. In such a clear bottom, there are a lot of beautiful small fish swimming around in the small pond, she witnessed a beautiful maid sister lost her footing and fell down, she did not have time to call out, that beautiful sister is only left with a set of white skeleton quietly sunk in the bottom of the pond, a few swim slower, did not catch up with the feast of small fish dissatisfied with the wisps of clothing tearing.
And when she was nine years old, she was thrown down by her master, and her clothes were quickly torn open, and the pretty little fish swarmed and bit on her body, but she surprisingly didn’t even shed a drop of blood, and walked slowly up to the shore as if she were wearing a colorful fish suit.
She felt some pain faintly as the Master ripped those fish from her, for the little fish had bitten too hard, so hard that one that had been flung to the ground unwillingly chewed a pebble into pieces without a sound.
It was only when Master removed all the fish and brought her a new set of clothes that she noticed that she was faintly left with some light white teeth marks on her body.
Although he usually still encountered some things he couldn’t understand, White Feather had been able to treat them with indifference, such as why those guards who looked tall, brawny and strong, and spoke in a rough voice, had to bow their heads respectfully and bow their heads to ask for peace when they saw themselves, while they spoke to those maid sisters with the same unimaginability as if they had found some rare bird in the sky.
Himself and others are different, white feather in a long time ago to understand, this difference is not in the appearance, but in the eyes of white feather, everyone is unique, have their own special look, and other people are different from the symbols, himself, only these table evidence more prominent.
The difference between herself and others, white feather is in the thirteen years old that year to understand, once in that small pond when they bathe, a bold guards ran over to say that the master looking for her, said before noticing the appearance of white feather, that person immediately ran back with a pale face, and so on when she packed up the clothes, go to see the master, just to see that person covered in whip marks, was not big two eyes, has been replaced by two bloodied black holes instead.
She didn’t think it was normal, because just a few days ago, she saw the man break into the house of one of the maid sisters, followed by a miserable wail from inside, and although she couldn’t leave because she had to do the homework left by her master, she was able to clearly see what was happening in that house, thanks to the knowledge taught by her master.
Later, when the master returned, someone told that incident, the master nodded, still without expression, and called two people, the maiden sister with a gaunt description and a bruise on her snow-white neck, and the tall guard with a smug, contented-looking face.
Master Ka looked at the two, nodded, and then rewarded that serving sister to that guard. After that, he waved his hand impatiently before taking himself back to continue practicing those awkward phrases.
Because she was different, she was different from others, and White Feather’s mind had just that thought in mind, she didn’t even know what was different in between.
All along, Bai Yu had grown up under the master’s teaching, and in her eyes, the whole of life was memorizing and reciting those awkward and lengthy phrases, as well as skillfully drawing those repeated patterns out of thin air.
Her whole world, on the other hand, was the high courtyard wall, the clear pond, the unchanging house, and the occasional bird that flew by.
Chihara Shiraha, thus entering her fifteenth year.
Chapter 2: The Way of the Outer Law
White Feather practiced silently in her house, chanting the awkward phrases over and over again, one hand vainly drawing elaborate patterns in front of her that she didn’t understand at all, but had already become skilled to the extreme.
Why she was doing this day after day, month after month, year after year, why she was doing this without any meaning, she didn’t know and she didn’t want to know.
All she knew was that if she could do these things that Master had given her well, when Master checked in at night, he would nod his head expressionlessly and take himself to dinner.
If there was any mistake in any part of herself, then the master would gently use his finger to point a few times on his body, and although the power was not great, it was as if there were thousands and thousands of little worms in his body that were constantly wriggling and gnawing at him. That kind of sour, itchy, numb and painful taste made Bai Yu even want to tear her own body apart, but it happened that at this time she couldn’t even move a little finger.
In order not to get that punishment, White Feather desperately memorized the statement graphics left by the master every day. Every day, he thought of nothing, considered nothing, and lived for the purpose of not getting that punishment.
“White Feather!”
The door to the house was opened, and White Feather raised her head and looked at the maiden sister standing in the doorway.
“The master calls you over.”
White Feather nodded silently, she knew it was something like this when the door was opened, because other than that, no one dared to interrupt her while she was practicing.
Following the silent Bai Yu, a trace of pity flashed in the maid’s eyes. A fifteen year old girl who had never taken a step outside this courtyard, practicing non-stop every day and not even having anyone to talk to all day long. Although she sympathized with Bai Yu, she didn’t dare to say anything. In the past, one of her sisters chatted with her for a while because she felt sorry for Bai Yu, but she didn’t see her again the next day…
Walking into the hall, White Feather stopped and looked at the Master sitting in front of him.
That tall man, as usual, had a stern face without the slightest expression. Or rather, it was impossible to have an expression at all, this was and is something that White Feather understood only after she passed the age of ten.
Master’s face, not born with so many strange patterns, the face that looks like some kind of animal spasmodic twisted look when dying, is a kind of thing called a mask.
And she had run to Master’s bedroom that time because there was a word she didn’t know how to pronounce and asked, only to find Master’s unmasked face, and even though Master had reverted back to his original form the next second, it was enough for her to get a good look at Master’s bland, uninteresting face.
From that time onwards, White Feather understood that it was better not to figure out things that one shouldn’t know, or else one would definitely pay the price, a truth that White Feather figured out after an hour of crawling and gnawing on insects.
“White Feather, did you read the manual you were given last time?”
“Yes.”
“Um, how many spells are on it?”
“Fourteen.”
“How much have you memorized?”
“All of it.”
Looking at White Feather calmly answering the question, the tall man nodded his head and pointed with his hand to a nearby room and said, “There are fourteen people in there, go and test these fourteen spells one by one.”
White Feather nodded and was just about to turn around.
“Wait a minute.” The tall man stood up, walked over, and slapped White Feather in several places with both hands.
“Well, there you go.”
White Feather then felt that with those few not-so-heavy slaps, his body but as if it had been hit hard, an indescribable feeling pervaded the body, a feeling that his previous self had never experienced before, strange but not sad.
It was abrupt, but the habits developed over the years made White Feather turn towards that room without the slightest concern.
The door of the house was closed behind them, and across from White Feather, there were fourteen people, tied up in knots, piled up in a row in the corner. There were tough men and soft girls, everyone was looking at White Feather with horrified gazes, some people’s mouths kept opening and closing, but no sound could be heard.
White Feather didn’t know what the Master was doing by having her recite those incantations to these people, but she was used to obeying them, even though nothing ever happened to that incantation even though she had recited it to herself more than once.
Slightly closing his eyes, White Feather silently went through the pamphlet with a total of fourteen spells recorded that his master had handed over to him two weeks ago, confirming that he hadn’t forgotten the slightest bit of it, and then opened his eyes, picking a random object, which was a strong, middle-aged man.
Gently raising his right hand, he drew the pattern on the first page of the pamphlet, and began to chant the incantation written on that page.
“The Unbroken Beyond Path…”
The moment he recited, White Feather seemed to feel that the feeling that had been flowing in his body since just now seemed to vibrate for a moment, and then even more so, some kind of change occurred, but he immediately threw away that feeling and concentrated on staring at the man to continue his incantation as he had practiced in the past days.
As the spell was about to end, the target man in front of him also experienced a strange phenomenon, his entire body seemed to have drilled something into it, the arching skin kept writhing, and gradually his entire body was convex and concave, twisting and twisting.
One face was even more grotesque, completely devoid of human contours, with distorted features, one eye bulging high as if it was about to break through the bounds of the eye frame and pop out, while the other was deeply sunken where it had been, even including the eyebrows as well as half of the bridge of the nose, leaving a deep hole.
Both ears were long since out of sight, and the mouth was clenched so tightly and unusually hard that in one of the occasional muscle wriggles it opened a little, only to drop a large number of teeth.
The ropes had long since been broken by the muscles of the riotously retrograde body, but the man couldn’t move at all, sitting there dumbfounded, as if the man was just a sac apparatus with an animal inside it jumping and clashing, wanting to break out. The bones around the man constantly issued the sound of breaking, a series of explosions echoed in the room.
“¡®Dark Rikishi, Kaguya Kouki Glory, Spell-Kill!”
At the same time as he finished reading, the man’s circumference suddenly stilled, and all the writhing returned to calm. After a slight lurch, the entire body was as if it no longer had the support of bones, softly piling down, then tiny beads of blood seeped out on the skin, followed by a not-so-loud light explosion, that body had disappeared.
What remained were the blood stains that would splatter nearly half the room, and the small pieces of broken flesh that bounced off the surrounding crowd with it.
White Feather stood there dumbfounded, looking at everything in front of him, just now also has a life of a person, so turned into a piece of nothingness, and so that he caused, left over those who, although they can’t move, but with that kind of fear abnormal eyes looking at themselves, open mouth, if you can make a sound, it must be in the screaming it!
This was the first time White Feather had seen such a scene, especially since he was still the creator himself, and although his mind wanted to scream, vomit, and escape, his years of habit prevented his body from reacting instinctively.
She put aside these emotions that she couldn’t accept and faced the second person, a petite girl, and indifferently began to carry out her Master’s instructions, reciting the next spell.
When the house was completely quiet, White Feather had already finished reciting the last incantation, and turned around without expression, just about to reach out, but the door of the house opened first, and the Master’s tall body stood in the doorway, his eyes scanning everything inside the house.
White Feather stood in front of him, a dress that could no longer be seen in its original color, now completely bright scarlet, the corners of the clothes as well as some parts of the body, there were still small pieces of flesh hanging, behind him, the house had been splattered with blood everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, everywhere, originally a part of someone’s body composed of a part of the body.
Looking at Bai Yu’s expressionless face, the man’s masked eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation and nodded: “En, very well, from now on, you are the seventeenth successor of the Outer Dharma Dao!”
(to be continued)