PinkPanther
Stories
5
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106
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340.0 K
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Reading
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One of the things that surprised me when I came to the Amatsuki Empire is how close the distance is between the nobility, who are warriors and the common people. Warriors casually walk into town to have a meal and they even take baths in the public bathhouses. The townsfolk don't seem to be particularly bothered by it. It's a sight you wouldn't often see in the Empire or other countries. Well, there are some warriors who come from common backgrounds and the high-ranking warriors who really need to be…
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77.4 K • Ongoing
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A martial academy is a place where children from samurai families or those awakened to their crest receive education, especially aimed at commoner children aspiring to become warriors in the future. Teachers from various positions are appointed as needed according to the subject matter. Generally, warriors are tasked with teaching basic training and crest handling techniques, but for some reason, I was also assigned to teach general knowledge and education. Well, I had received advanced education…
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77.4 K • Ongoing
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‘10 years have passed already…’ After that, I was brought to this country, the Amatsuki Empire, by my master. I had thought that we were heading to the Linzent territory, where my mother's father served as the lord but it seemed more convenient to keep my whereabouts classified as missing. ‘At that time, I wondered why... but looking at this continent now, it was probably the right decision…’ I had never left the imperial palace, so I knew nothing of the outside world. I was unaware…
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77.4 K • Ongoing
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“Hmm, so this is a supermarket?” On the way home from school, after parting ways with Mina, Lisara entered a nearby supermarket and her eyes sparkled with excitement. It was Mikawaya, a budget-friendly market offering great deals on meat, fish and vegetables. A convenient store indeed. Though Ryousuke, who didn’t cook, had only ever bought bottled drinks there. “Alright, what should I make for dinner tonight?” “Eh, isn’t it just gonna be a convenience store bento or…-
145.7 K • Ongoing
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“That’s impossible…” In the morning, Kaga Ryousuke muttered in a daze. His gaze was fixed on his lower half—completely still and silent, perfectly flat. The bold tower that had declared his youth every morning was gone. “Lisaraaaaaaa!” He shouted, sprang up, and bolted out of the room. His destination: the dining room, where he could hear someone humming a tune. “It still hasn't come back! My symbol of youth—wait, what are you doing?!” He stormed into the dining room,…
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145.7 K • Ongoing
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It wouldn’t be strange if the rainy season had already ended—late June. In the pouring rain, Kaga Ryousuke was walking while staring intently at the cell phone in his right hand. The gyudon (extra-large) he had bought in front of Asagaya Station for dinner dangled back and forth in its plastic bag beneath his wrist. Meanwhile, the umbrella in his left hand swayed gently as well. Thanks to the heavy rain, Ryousuke's body was getting wet here and there. But he paid no mind to that, and kept his…
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145.7 K • Ongoing
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It was the usual morning. In the usual room of the Gotokuji estate. At the usual time, doing his usual routine, Issei was greeted by maid Chitose. “Obocchama. Breakfast is ready.” “Mm.” Having just finished writing a reply to a certain nation's president and sending it off, Issei spun his chair and looked toward Chitose’s back. Chitose was opening the curtains and windows one after another. “The weather’s wonderful today. It would be a waste to keep the windows…-
34.8 K • Completed
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By the time he realized it, he was already standing there. A dark sky swirling with strange spiral patterns. He immediately understood—he had returned to the Underworld. In his hand, he still held the scale. How had he brought it back from the living world? A divine artifact like this probably wasn’t truly physical, despite appearing to be. Issei looked around. Anubis was standing there. “You’ve fulfilled your mission and returned. Well done, Issei.” “A promise is a…
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34.8 K • Completed
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Shori shori shori—the sound of Shiori-san peeling an apple. She was fast. And skillful. Even turning them into little rabbit shapes, she was way more efficient than me. “Apples are more nutritious if you eat the peel too, right?” She even considered the nutritional value. I had just peeled an apple earlier myself—but I couldn’t say that. So Niko sat across from Shiori, waiting for the formation of an entire squad: eight rabbit-shaped slices. “Issei-san. I’ve finished peeling…
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34.8 K • Completed
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“Hey. Useless god. Tell me what you want for dinner.” When Issei spotted Anubis in the workshop, he called out to her like that. In the Underworld, the sky was always swirling with bizarre patterns, so there was no way to tell what time it was. When you got hungry, it was mealtime. When you felt sleepy, it was night. And when you woke up, it was morning. He had been living according to Anubis’s lazy rhythm. For a genius like Issei, adjusting his internal clock was child’s play. Even…
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34.8 K • Completed
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