《Rise of Agze'sCanvas》Chapter 2:Blank Canvas
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Hi Guys, i TofunMiso am new here to this novel writing community, i hope that my first novel that i am writing will appeal well to the readers here. Your comments and feedback will be taken by me seriously so i hope u will be gentle when writing them xD. I haf read through many japanese light novels and xianxia(chinese novels). So in my story u may find hint of similarity in them referances from VRMMORPG, cannot see MT TAI, and extensive history of the world. In otherwords, You will find both aspect of light novel and xianxia incorporated into my story.
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''Thump''[unknown sound]
''Ugh.. is it morning already?''[kalm]
'Thump,shank shake...thud''
''Whose there? Sun..Nite is that you?''[kalm]
''Guruguruguru...thud''[unknown sound] encoarching upon Kalm becomes louder and louder as it got closer. Then suddenly.....
''Wo Woooooo'' kalm felt like two extremely large object grabbed him and then lifted him up from underneath, afterwards came a sensation of floating in the sky as he was shook about gently from left to right. The startled Kalm tried shouting out ''Whose there?Whats happening?, where am i?, what are you doing?'' but all that came out were the sound of a crying infant.
'' What the hell, why can't i talk? did something happen to my voice? and why can't i open my eyes? is there something on it preventing them from opening?'' ''Awww, my hands, I can't reach my eyes!!!! did someone cut them short? Why is my control of the body so sluggish?'' as endless question starts filling up in Kalm's mind. Unknown to Kalm, he had died in his previous world and have been reborn on a different one.
A sturdy yet ensuring voice sounded out ending his erratic thoughts''Harabak gunr debak...kishie Agze....hummm hum'' the voice started humming a hymn which causes Kalm to calm down, combined with the repeated swaying from left to right, thus inducing a sleep like hypnosis on helpless little Kalm.Feeling sleepy Kalm's thoughts started to doze off as all his anxiety get washed away by the warm and gentle rough voice ushering him into the land of dreams.
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'' Ugh so sleepy, i'll think about it later on.... after a quick nap'' thought Kalm as he slowly sink into his dream.'' Uraba nocte kemtit dorefu..Gandpu yere besi lu(Sleep well My little one, Grandpa will be here beside you)'' [unknown voice]
It was at less 2 to 3 hours later in the evening when Kalm slowly awoke from his sleep,yet still finding himself not able to open his eyes, he carefully survey the surrounding through the senses available to him,his hearing,smell and touch.
There were no noise beside his own at this time, when he tries to get a sense of his surrounding through his nose, the scent of rustic old wood weave through his nostril, there were also scent of calming yet spicy dry herb all around him. As for what he was lying at, the texture of soft cotton permeated through his soft pearly skin as he wiggle around using his best effort to try and explore.
With his still developing infant body not suitable for even the simplest of movement, Kalm had to give up by cutting short his first exploration attempt as just through wiggling around his energy had already been expanded completely.
Having given up on any further movement, Kalm who was lying there on the cotton sheet went into deep thought, with all the collected information available to him, his conclusion came to the most ridiculous idea ever and that was he had been turn into a baby and was then sent to somewhere where the language spoken is totally unknown to him.'' Is it possible that i been turned (reincanated) into a baby's body with all my memories still intact?'' thought Kalm, searching through his memories he came into the conclusion that every memories that should be there is still there in his head, nothing was missing.
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The orange sky covers the early evening skies as the sun make its way down the distance horizon. A aged man in his fifties with semi quick step was anxiously making his way back home from the forest, on his shoulder's he carried a huge boar like beast whose size and weight were clearly much greater then his, yet the man in question looks to not have any difficulties with it as he walk toward the cabin located in a clearing within the forest.
The man seems to be harmless yet he produces an aura of power indicating that he was much more then what he seems, Half naked with only his pants on, revealing his prime burging abs and pac which looks to be crafted out of greek bronze instead of flesh, on them were scars of different size as they pay testament to the battles of past. In place of his shoulder extend out were two extremely well train limbs, each one could easily break a fully grown man into halves, just by looking at them people would have mistaken them for deadly weapons instead of arms. Bald to a fault, not a single strand of hair could be seen on the top of his head, on his chin were rough granite disguising as beard, one could only imagine how it would feels like if they come into contact with it. This 2 meter tall,weighting 227 kg bear of a man was the granddad of the baby Kalm in this world, in the past he was a legendary figure known by many names, Fist of the dragon king,Bald Kratos, Bloody abbot,God of war, The thousand mountains and many more. But to the near future Kalm he will only he known as Grandpa Agze.
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