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Hallo, Greetings. There was once a writer who sat on their desk; papers strewn everywhere they turned.... the wood gently creaking beneath their weight as they look around.... no room even for their precious cup of coffee.... •"Hmmm". The writer thought to themselves once again.They loved creativity & expressing themselves through writing has been a profound joy for them. Yet they also liked other activities like sports, cooking, & whatever engagingly drew their curiosity. Thus they had to do something about their lifestyle soon- .... actually; no time was better than the present. •"Hmmm" They thought to themselves once again. And a light of stoic resolve shone in their eyes. •"I'd probably need some place to think broadly about my routine & take note of qmy activity such that I can optimize my schedule & attendence." Having arrived at said conclusion, they reached over to a drawer; picked up a fresh notebook, placing it on their desk. They looked at it; an ordinary notebook, plain & simple. Then they scribbled something on the front cover. Simple Journal #-Think, Hope & be at Gratitude #-Dear Mirror, Show Us Progress #-Zero Tolerance for generative AI on our Creativity. Year2026 - Peace
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Dawnbreak

Several centuries ago, this world underwent a phenomenon that blessed humans with a supernatural power called an Aspect. As time passed, heroes began to arise as their power, achievements and courage for placing their lives on the line to save the innocent inspired many as those with an Aspect dreamed of becoming a symbol of peace for our world. I, Rai Shinsei, was one of them as I would hear many stories of heroes from the townsfolk, although, the source of my inspiration was from my two loving parents, who were idolized by the townsfolk as their strength and kindness left me captivated, but despite my dreams, fate had a different future in store for me as tragedy soon occurred, changing my life forever. On my sixth birthday, I witnessed a catastrophe. My once tranquil hometown, which housed kind hearted souls was ravaged by none other than a hero, whose destruction knew no bounds as any structure within his sight was obliterated while every being within my hometown was mercilessly slaughtered. The screams and cries of those I once knew left me in a trepidatious state, but my nightmare was far from over as the remaining survivors was none other than my parents, who were forced to say their goodbyes as the hero killed them right before my eyes, sparing only me and on that day, I was never interested in becoming a hero anymore. Selling my soul to vengeance, I made a vow. To destroy the Hero Association. Although, everything changed once I was forced to enroll into a place I would have never imagined. A Hero Academy.
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