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/̸̸̧̧̛̫͇͎̣̘ͬͨ͗ͮ̀́͘͟͠͞W̢̭̤͙͔͖̎̓̂̊ͬ̏̎͆͋ͬ̄ͧ͂̆́̚͘͢Ạ̶̶̴̷̵̧̨̫̘̘͎̲͓ͬ̃ͩ͘͟͡͞͡͞K̴̶̢̨̙̻͉͉̠͚̞͑͆̏ͣ̽ͨ̀͂ͥͩ̇ͤ͐̚͞͞ͅ͏̨̧̢̀́̕͜͢͠͡͠͡E̡̢̺̣͐̒̇Ū̵͍͈̼̱̣̲͔̩͎͉͍͍͈̇̄̐͢͏̷̷̴̶̧̧̡̀̀̕̕͘͟͟/̳̝̭̏ͥ͗ͦͪͭ͂ͫ̎͐͛̎̈̆͐͂ͧͨ͆̕͟W̨͒̓͛ͫ̊ͨ̃͗ͤ̋A̡̡̛̝̲̻̲̗͐ͩ̿ͧ̅̐ͦͪͬͪ̽͆̀̕͡͞K̸̸̸̶̷̸̢̢̛͖̠̰ͮ̾̎ͦ́̕̕͢͞͡͠E̷͔̿͒ͭͩͬ̕͘͢͠͝͠͝U̸̴̴̢̧̢̨͇̤͈̣͍͈̲̖̘ͭ̿͛ͣ̀̌ͣͦ̎́͒̈͂̍̒̓͂̋͐̀̚͢P̤̰͕͉̺͈̪͇̥͓͇͙̹̫̮͗͒̌͐ͧͩ͆ͩ͋̑̓̉̉̃ͨͬ/̱̫͉̬̻̦̮̟̭͐ͯͨ̑͋̑ͫ̀͡͝͡͞ͅW̤͔͕͍̰̰̬̭͇͉̻͔̖͆ͫ͌̓͂͒̏̇̎ͥ̈͐͛̿̄͂̒ͩͮA̛͙̮̪͓͋͗̒̊ͭ͑ͬ̓͒ͦ͘͠K̾̔̚͜͏̴̷̢̛̕͜͡͏̡̛͠͏E̸̪̱̤̤͓͎̞͖̱̥̼̻̞̣ͫ̈ͦ̏̅͘͜U̴̡̡̨͇̼̜̙̜͇̤͈̮͙̙̓ͭ͋ͫ̇ͪ̋́́͘͡͡ͅP̴̶̨̢̗̠̤̫͖͚͕̲̣͈̫̫̻͖͍̝͓̓̇̓͛͆̃ͨͮ̆ͤ͌̊̔̇͛̂̆͟͝͡͞/̵̵̶̢̭͔͍͑̀͝͏͏̴̸̛́̕̕͞͡͡͠͏W͆ͯ̍ͩ̽́̓̽͏̸̸̢̢̀́́̀͘͘͢͢͟͞͠Á̴͚̗̹͇̗̮̺̻̩̭̠̍͂̄ͮͫ͘͘͜͢͠͝K̵̴̶̶̢̢̧̛͈̲̗͔͇̬̬̂̇̄͛͗͛̌̀̋͒́ͭ̀̚͘͘͢͠͝͝͝E̢̗̳͖͇͎̜͎̱̤̤̖̲͆̐̂͑͊͒ͩŲ̷̷̶̛̛̱̫̖̖̪̬͍̫̳͕̭͙̥̠͙̲͚̫ͪ͒ͥ͠P̵̸̦͇͚͍̹͈̍ͣͯͧ̌̓̀͟͏̷̷͏̢/̵̷̵̴̴̡̢̢̛̮̼̗̞̙̣͔̙͍̱̝̠̫̟̙̆̋͐͑͆̓́̋͂͒ͪ́͘̕͟͜͟͟͟͢͝͞͠ͅW̷̸͔̬̼͓̻̻̜̹̝͓̲̣̜͈̓̅̌́̓ͫ́͒ͭ̔̔ͪ̐̋ͦͬͣ̊̈́̌̀͢ͅĄ̢̨̛͈̳̣̣̗̞̥̜̱͈͚̏͊ͯ̀ͬ͊ͦ͞͡͠͏K̥̮̥͓͍̻̹̥͉̪͈̜̇̀̇͊Ė̵̲̱̩̩̩̞͓͈͖̝̙͕̃́͗ͧ͑̐͋͐͐ͨͩͪ̿ͥ̀̚̕͠͠͏͏̸̶̕͟͞Ú̲̗̠̗̼̦̤̟͕ͨ̚P̴̖̟͇͈̦̫͇͍̬̹̝̙̜̜͓͖͉͑͋̍͐͌̎̌͒̉͘ͅ/W̸̷̧̡̨̧̝͔̞̬̗͎͚̺̹̱̻͖͚̼̟̠̰͉̖̐̀̀͞ͅA̴̰̟̫̞ͦ̓ͧ̆̌̽ͤ̋ͯͩͣͬ̚Ḵ̡̢̥̦͔̰͕̮̀̊̈ͥͪ͛ͭͦ͒̈̍ͥ̋͏̸̸̴̴̢̡̀͘̕͟͜͜͟͠͡͞E͇̭̖̮͎̯̘͍͙̫̘̯̭̮͚̯ͤ̓͊͊ͦ̀ͮ͋͑̏̒̊ͪ̌̍͋̈́͡͏̵̶́͢͢͟͟͡͡Ư̸̶̵̴̷̵̴̷̸̡̯̮͈̭̱͋ͧ̀̐̉ͧ̑ͣ̂̓̂ͪ́͟͠͠͠͠͏P̸̸̷͔̤̤̝̺̺͓͇͕͌̀͢͞͝͏̸̴̧̛͘/̘̭̦̽̔ͮͭ͗͛͟͟͝W̷̷̨̧̛̛̘̩̤̘̩̪̮̩̲̩̞͔͖̻̙̫̦̪̩͑̅̍ͥ̈́͌̔͊͊̈̔̊̇̀́̀͘̕͘͟͟͝͝͠Ą̹̟̖̫̩̩̦̳̦̲̪͒ͭ̈́̔̂͡͏̀́͘K̡̝͈̙͔̞̺͈̖̦̦͖͖̺̪͕̔̑̒ͬ͂ͬ̇̇ͭ͗͛͏̵̡̛̛̕͢͜͜E̵̡̙̘͍͈̱̦̹͇̼̯̊̅̆̄ͩͤ̽́̃̌͏̶̶̸̡̀͡͠Ų͈̗̺̩̜̟̝̻̞̞͚͛͌̔ͪ͐̅̏̈́̎̂͗͗ͦͭͤ̐̀̕P̵̶͉͓̝̹̟͉̻̞͍͇̫̹̠̞̙̦̘͉͈̽ͩ͐̇ͨͬ͋͛ͩ͊͛͘͟͟͡͞ͅ/̵̶͉̤͙͔͍̭͓͚̙̫̼̯̼̻͙̖̄͊̋̈́̾̎̈́̿̆͊ͮ͏̸̧͘͡͠͠͠͏̸̶̶̨̡͢͟͠͡W̶̟͇̩̤̬̱͎̥̜͍͙̞̝̳̺͉̰̦̬͊͊́͠ͅA̶̷̵̧̩̬̙͓̪̣̘̤ͥ̈̈͐̉͘K̴̷̨̢͖̝̥̦̮̭̫͍̫̥͎͙̝̥̼̺ͯͥͪ̓͑͋̅̽ͯͯ̀́͢͠Ę̴̵̸̡͍͓̘̖̲̭̪͇̭̮̦̣͙͇͇̃̇ͪ͆ͦͬͦ̓ͯ̿ͤ̌̃̐̀̕̕͘͟͜͟͠͞͠U̱̦͉̖̯̤͎̽̆͑ͩͫ̐͒͒̌̅ͤ̓̈́͗̚͘P̨̯͓̥̍̃̏͂̆̑ͨ̽͆̉́͢͜͟͡͡/̭̯̟̩̜͉̱͓̳̞͖̤̝̜̰͚̌͊̂̐͑̚ͅ͏̵̷̴̶̵̢̨̨́͠͝͝W̛̙̱̤̭̜̼͍͉̼̰̮̠̮̖̮̺̻̋ͯ̀Ą͎̖͍͇͍̜͙̏̊̉ͯ̽͋ͫ̋̄̈̅̋ͥͪ̉ͭ͌̔͐̕͠͠͠͞K̶̢̛̼̠̬͚̙̻̬͉̖͎̙̤̇̓͜͝E̵̸̶̛̛̤̲̖͈̲̼̖̥͔̯ͪ͌ͫ̓ͭͨ͘̕͘͟͜͡͞U͖͈͔͎͈̦͍̺͓̘̠͓͙͇̱̼̖ͨͥ͌ͮͫͥ̌ͧ͘͢P̸̸̶̧̲ͩ̃̏́̈͆ͪ̓̀̀́͢͝͏̸̀́̀/̶̢͍̠̜̝̬̙͓̼̝̼ͧ̇̍̒̏̑ͪ̀̈́͊͗̃̊ͫͦͅ҉̷̸̶̴̢̛́̀́̀͘͜͝͠͞W̱͇̟͓̻ͅͅA̸̠̳͕̲̰̰̦͍ͣ̓̍̾̿ͭ̐ͤ͒ͨ̆̄ͧͅK͙͓̺̝̫̗̜͎̗̹̏̄̇ͭ̆̓ͫ͛͏̷̴̵̷̧̨̢̧̛́́́̀̕͜͞͠E̳̻̖̬̞̞̺̱̠͔͉̜̼̥̰̼͚̮ͨ́́͟͢U̵̶̴͍͙͖̗̱̻̪͖̙̹̭̭̭͕͔ͨ͗̿͂̿͊́͐̍̅͛̒̆̚̕͟͠P̶̷̵̵̢̢̢̘̦͓̯͙͔̞̩̱̟̫̟̓͛ͨ̿ͭ̑ͫ͋̔̽͑̌ͮ̄̄͑ͦ̄́͐̀͟͢͠͝͞ͅ/͎̻̬̲͍͓͙̥̟̟̥̝̦̗̳͍̟̫̻́̆ͦ̆ͪͨ̆̂̏͏̶̧̨̧̢̀̀̀͜͟͡͞͠W̩̯̳̪̼͍̖̣̪͕̣̰̖̰͕̏̓̀ͬ͑́ͦ̅ͯ̌̽͐̽͗̆̽A̛̛͉̗̭̩̬̪̱ͥͮ̓̔͋̀́͘͜͢͝͞K̶͙̻̬̫͓̮͎͚̱̖͇̝̠͍̙̽̈̆̍̃͆̽ͩͨ̆ͨ͆̋̓͆̑́̚̕͟͞͏Ë̴̬̣͎͍̱̹̻͔̳̫͈̜̺̫̼̣̝̦́͐̓ͫ́ͦ͘͏̴͏̸͢͏̴̨̛́̀͘͜͠͞Ư̸̢̧̟̟̱͉̫̟̤̫̭͉̟͙̲͍̬̙̭ͫ̌̉̈́̒̓ͥͪ͐́ͬ̀̂̈̈́̒́́͠͡͡ͅP̴̵̨̧̧͎͇̻̺̳̳̻̯̥̲̠͕̰̪̬̅̅̉̽ͥ͊̈̅͛̂̿͑̈ͤͬͨ͐̋͒̏́͘͘͢͜͢͠͠͞/̫̬͍̫͖̪̮͈̜̥̺͍̱̙̜̋̑͛̑ͤͬ͋̏͛ͧͣͧ̽ͦͩ̏ͭ̀̓̕W̸̶̴̶̧̧̨͑ͬ̑́̚͘͟͡͝͡͡A̷̶̶̷̢̹̫̮͈͙͚̤͇̤͔̹̖̻͙̥͋ͤ̇̀̕͝͝͏͠K̷̶̢̞̭͔ͭ͒̀ͫ͗͂ͫͩͫͧͯ̉̓͢͜͠͞͡E̟̮̤͈̰͍͙̪͍̠̒͐̆Ů͢P̷̢̢̡̱̫̩͙̱̱̱͚̱̰͔̘̠̰͉͔̳͓̟ͬ̆͑ͥ̇̍̈ͭ̓͋͋̃̒͛͋́͘͟͟͜͜͞͠͡͡/̪͖͕͈̣̥̘̫̼̼̱̦̺̟͕̗͇̞͇̬́̾ͨͧ̃̈ͥ̊͛ͬ͋ͥ̓́ͬ͂̄͊́W̵̵̵̖͙̻̰̎͆ͣ́ͪ̈́ͬ̃ͫ̅̈́̐͂̅ͮ͂͢͡͝Ä̵̷̡̛̤͎͎̜͔̜͓̰̩͍̱́̄ͨ̈́̆ͪ͛ͫ͛ͥ̓ͮ͛͟Ķ̷̡̨̣̩͙͕̳̭͕̜̝͔̙̼͛ͣͪ͐̓ͩ̈ͯ̂̿͋ͪ̂̄͌̀̀̕͟͜͢͟ͅȄ̛̦̮̗͉̹̲̹̣̹̥̖͖͎̟̪̫͙̋ͮ̑ͮ̍ͥ̏̔ͤ̍͗̕͘͏̴̵̶̵̡̧̨͘͘͘̕͟͟͜͞͝Ų̵̸̵̷̴̶̧̧̧̛̬̖̮̯͓̥̱̥̅ͭͣ̎̾͑ͣ̂̂ͭͤͬ̽ͦ̾́̀̀̚̕͢͜͠͞P̞͓̬̯̘͈̙̲̩̫̘̮̗̩̗͍̺̊̈̿ͯ̍ͪ̽̏̚͟͝͏̕̕̕͝͏͜͟͝͞/̸̝̗̦̝̳̗̜̼͇͍̔̆̋̆̂̿̀̒̿̾ͬ̍̓ͯ́̀̚͢W̤̯͓̞͉͉̊͒̈́́͂͊ͯ̉ͧͯ͆ͣͧ͑͛̂̋ͫ͂͘͟͝͏̷̴̨̡́́̀͘̕͘͘͠Â̶̴̸̧̡̢͔͇̬̫̦͔̺͕̙̝̐̓ͪ̿̐̂̏̋ͩͮͯ́̚̕͜͜͜͞͞͡K͔͍̭͇̮̼͙͚̤͙̘̼̪̻̖̙͕̯͛̒̎͑ͤ̇̿̌̒͘҉̷̡̢̛͏̀͏͏͏͞͏҉̨͟͝E̛̱̮̖̪̻̝̯̰̣ͦ̐̋̇͘̕͟͝Ư̷̶̢̨̛̖͙̫͔̭̥͖̤̫͎͖̦̬ͬ̋ͭͩͥ̕͟͡͝͝͝Pͪ̏̏/̛̟ͥͩ͛ͧ̇͌̏̋̒̆ͥͧ͡W̸̴̡̡̢̧͚̺̥̜͕͕̩̺͔͕̤̗͙̭͔͈̜͓̄̅ͥ͛͒̆ͤ̈ͧͥ̑͛͋ͫ̈́̀̿͂́̀́́͘͢͜͝͠A̶̰ͣ̌ͤ̔͗ͤ̃͒ͭ̒͜͏̸̸̢̛̀̀̀͘͘̕͢͡͡͡͝͞K̸̨̨̛ͯ̉̓ͭ̑͋̈́̽̈ͨ͗̀́̚͘͠͡Ȩ̸̨͉͔͎͈͔͇̞̠̘͕͚̠̰͍̱̤̺͕̿̂͒͛ͫ͊͋̀̈́ͬ̐̓̓̎̐̀́̕Ù̵̧͖̦̙͓̯̘̩̱̠͕̥̟̲̈ͨͩͬ̓ͯ̉̀͢P̷̵̥͎̻̰̹͖̜͉̻̭͚̺̣̥̤̙͖͐̃̓͛ͫͪ̍̓̐͆ͩ̑̆͛͘͞/̙̩̰͈̖̬́̈́́̀̕W̴̦̥͈̝̼̗͗̇͋̔͛͠͏̨̡̀͟͢͝͏̧̧̢͞Ą̶̸̷̶̴̧̧̛̠̬̟̠̔ͣ̈́͋̂̒̀́́͘̕͢͢͜͝͠͡K̶̷̷̨̬͔̒̑̊̎́͂ͮ͂͋̿͛̍ͭ̑̀́̕͟͢͢͝É̳̯̦͙͕̼̘̪̰̔ͦ̆͌͊ͫ̃̐̀̚ͅŲ̶̶̴̶̧̡̛͍̟̗̎̀̀̕͟͜͟͜͢͢͝͡P̩ͨ͌̓ͧ̂͆̂͜͏͏/̴̳̻̣̼͍̩̲̲̯̖͎͕̥̏̄ͬ̉̊̐̏͛ͪ̇͋̈̂͗̈́͌͌ͩ̚̕͡͏W͗̑͊̈́̓ͬ͋̅ͯ͌͋͆̽̌̓ͯͣÄ̸̗̩̫̥̣̥̬̬̳̬͕̠͔̯̪̺̳̭́̔͊̏ͣ͋̽̒̓̓̓ͭͬͪ̽̿͗̈̇ͫ̀̕͞K̢̛͇̮̼̪͉̥͓̙̰͇̬̜͖̙ͧ̋̐͒͘͜͡ͅ͏̡̛́̕͢͜͝͞Ê̷̶̸̵̡̻͖̤̺̻̩͕̦̮̝̭̬͕̄ͣ̊ͧ͐̾̍ͧ̒̏̀̂̾͘͠Ư̶̢̛͕͚̪̗̻̱̞̲̙̹̖̫̘̜̯̞̦̻̋̅͂͗̽́̐͢͞͏̸̨̨̢̕͟͜͝P͙ͥ̅̋̌͛ͩ͑ͧ̇͒͛̓͒̑̔̏́͢͞͝/̸̟̬̜̦̪̩͙͎͔̻͓̙̳̫̖̟̤̾͊͊̄͒̕͟W͚͇̘̙̗̙͖͙͇̱̘ͣ̋̃ͫͨ̀̒̈̎̉ͧͨ̀̔̊͘͠A̷̢̨͚̺͙͚̭̠̎̄ͣ̊͂͐̽ͬ̈̆ͦ͐̄̍ͤͩͭ̍̑͘͟͝͏̵̶̧̀͘͜Ķ̨̯̻͚͕͙̹̝̯̲̣͕̞͚͙̟̦͎͗ͩ̽͒̕͜͢͡͠ͅͅE̶̷̳̰̹̱̣͍͇͎̣͍̙̗̫͓̞̮͉͉͚ͪ̋̒̇ͤ̌ͥ̎̆̀͟͞͝ͅƯ̶̼̮͇̤ͬ̉ͩ̊ͫ̽͊̀̕P̳̮̬̦̗͒͆ͯ/̱͚̫̬̗̱͇͖̗̬͈̫̅̐̚͏̸̕͠W̵̴̴̡̼̣̜͈̗̮̻̝̠̲̌ͬ͂ͭ̄͒͂͌ͯ͌̊͗ͧ͞A̷̸̡̦̖͖̺ͨ͌̏ͪ̓̋̒ͪ͂͂̿͟͝͠K̮̪̘͐ͩͯ͆̽ͥͯ̏͋͐͆̇̒͋͐ͪ͛̋͐̚Ę̖̝̣̼͇̯̙̮̣̯̈́́ͥ̒͗̀ͩͧ̓̋̉ͧ͂̍͊͏Uͯ̂ͣ̊̑ͨͮͧ̃P̸͇̫̟̩̗̈́̀/̬̰ͥͫ̽̆̊ͤ̓̅́̈́͂̃ͭ̌̕͠͡͏̴̸̷̴̡̧̢̨͘̕W͈͕͔̣̲ͤ̏̒Ã̟̭̗̙̜̲̯̪͏̀K̨͚͕̟̼̗͙̼̟̺̠̦̱̣͙̆͑̐͆ͧͨ̓̌̀ͤ͟͠͠͝ͅͅ͏͏̴̷̡̛E̙͕͓̳̓ͦͬ̽ͬͪͫ͊͑ͬ͂͘͘ͅ͏̶̷̨́͟͢͞Ų̢̩̣͉͉̦͚̪̖͉̻͍̜̦̈ͦ͆ͮ̾̏̒ͮ̀͒̓͏̷̵̷̨̡́̕͢͟͡͠͞͠͡͞͞P̜̻̩̺̫̳̻̖̹̮̭̻̂̈̾̎̑̈́ͤ̅̋͗̓ͨ̇͛̎̂ͤ̌̆̓/̴̨̨̨̛͔̣̫̫̖̰̩̬̈̇ͦͯ̒̚̕͢͝͞͝W̴̸̵̴̨̨̡̧̩̦̘͉̋ͥ̋ͩ͂͛̄͒̒͂̋ͭͯͭ͐͗̎̌́͘͘͢͜͞͠͠͠͡͏̶Ạ̴̶̵̸̵̢̰̰̯̪̟̞̫͇͈̓ͪ͐̐̂ͣ̈́̚͢͟͠͞͠͞͠͡͡͠K̛̩̤̥͈̦͙̜̯̿ͥ͑ͭͦ͏Ȩ̷̷̧̞̞̝͈͙͚̒̀̓̇͐ͬͥ̅̄̒̂̑͗͌ͭ̀̅ͫ̕͜͟͜͜͢͢͝͠͡U̸̡̒̄̊ͣ̓̄ͧ̏̍̋͟P̸̴̧̛̰̲̝͚͍̟̺̺̦̲̹̳͊͑͛ͣͤ͑̄͐ͣ͗̎̎̂͐͑͗ͭ͢͞͡͞͡/̴̢̧̨̡̛̛̛̛̯̣̤ͣ̊̍ͦ͟͏͢W̞̻͙̮͔̞̮̥̘͔̱̩̩̪͊ͤ̾̾̀͂̌̽̾̂͗͋̍̌̔ͪ̃A̵̸̵̢͕̯̦̖̱̙̠̪̲̳̠̹̜̬͙̖̥͙̼̘͐̐͊̔ͭͩ͌̔ͦͯ̀̚̚͏K̯̥̭̗̱̥̜̳̦͕̰̥̟Ȩ̡̡̯͎͖͍͕̖̞̙̘̞͖͔̫̞̪̗̖͊͜͢͝͞U̸̸͍̲̹͔̰̦̾̅ͨ̏ͩ̋͋́ͯ̎͑͒ͮ̐̓̿ͥ͏̸̷̷̸̵̢̡̢́͟͜͢͠P̷̢̡̧̛̭͔̋̑̓̽̏ͩ̄̋̈́̏ͭͯ̅́̕͟͠͡/̴̵̧̢̨̢̛̠͉̯̮̻̹͙̞̣̩̪̭͆͑̄̄̎ͥ͋ͦ̀̚̕͢͞W̡̬̦̬̬̾̑ͭͩͭ̓͂̑́̂̂A̶̵̶̡̰͚̣̼̦̪̺̭̺͇̩͎̞̱͍͕̼͍̠̹ͦ͘͜K̢̡̧͕͔̲̟͉̮̩͍͔̝̲̻̻͕͍̭͔̝ͦ̀͆̔̄̇̔̀̑ͦ̾ͥ̉̄ͩ̕ͅͅȄ̸̹͈̬͖̺̜̞͙̺̈́͐ͦ͗ͪ̔̇͘͝Ṳ̴̗͉̘̟͉͍̹͙̫̪̱͎̙̳̱̩̲̓̽ͯ̓͛ͩ͑̋̀̈́̀͞P̸̵̶̶̴̢̛̛͖͎͙͕̻͉̝̈́͒ͯ̊̊̊́́͘̕͘͟͜͟͞͡͠/͙̖͚̪̹̺̥̖͎̞̟͎̾̿ͫ̎̇̐̋́ͭ̓

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«Welcome Home, I͏z̧͘u̶̷k̢̕͜u ͢M̸͏́͏iḑ̀͡͞ó̡͢͢r̕͏ì̵ỳ̴͢a»

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Emerald green eyes fluttered open. And shut close immediately after a single contact with the bright, illuminating light of the sun.

The boy stirred, still half-asleep. He groaned as he sat up, supporting his body with his hands on the grassy ground.

He rubbed his drowsy eyes and looked around, trying to get a good view of his surroundings.

"Wh-What happened? Where am I-I?" He stuttered out his question to no one in particular. Actually, to no one at all... He was alone.

His head felt light. A little too light, he never had experienced such a weak state. It felt like he hadn't been eating properly or not eating at all and sleeping through day and night, not having enough energy to get up and go.

A cool breeze went past him, passing through his messy hair.

It gave him a sense of freshness.

A sense of new found energy.

A sense of freedom.

A sense of escape.

A sense of something new.

"Something new..." The green haired boy pondered. "Something new..."

He stood up on his feet, stumbling a little. He found himself standing in the middle of a wide-stretched and beautiful grassy land. Long trees on the sides, surrounding the clearing he was in. Gradient red flowers he had never seen or heard of before were plenty in his sight. Soft humming in the distance along with the chirping of white and blue birds. There were clouds in the bright sky that almost covered the sun that had just risen. He smiled, closing his eyes as he took a relaxing breath in the cool atmosphere. A beautiful morning in the middle of nowhere.

Now, coming to think of something new...

All this was new...

So beautiful and new...

It all made him wonder about the old.

What was before this?

The boy frowned. His eyebrows furrowed. Those emerald eyes showed a hint of sadness as he looked down on his hands. One was scarred badly. Ah, he didn't remember a single thing.

Where was he?

What happened?

How did he get here?

Was anyone with him?

Was he alone?

Why was his hand scarred?

Was this place near his home?

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Where was his home?

What was his name?!

Who was he?!

Panic was visible on his face. His eyes now wide with fear. He clutched his chest with both of his hands and turned to look at his left then right and then left again, going on with the procedure as he dazedly searched his surroundings for any danger.

Was he supposed to be afraid?!

Was there some threat!?

Was he helpless!?

Did he know how to fight?!

How did he act in such situations before?!

How does anyone act in such situations?!

What should he do?!

What do people do?!

His mind was blank. His memory was blank. His personality was blank. His name was blank. His location was blank. His age was blank. His identity was blank. His past was blank. His life was blank.

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The voice was kind and smooth as silk. A familiar voice that made him feel at ease. It gave him a feeling of... Home. Except, he didn't really know who it was or where it came from. Maybe he was hallucinating?

The boy obeyed anyway. Taking deep, relaxing breathes, attempting to calm his nerves.

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｢ In... And out. In... And out. 」

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He did as he was told. Taking in air till his lungs were full and exhaling it out. He repeated the procedure. Finally, he calmed down. His expression now was soft, eyes closed in ease. The panic discharged from his system. It was fine... Everything was fine...

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｢ There... All good.」

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He sat down on his knees. He ran his scarred hand through the grass, it was slightly damped, perhaps from the dew drops. The grass felt rather smooth against his ragged hand.

There was nothing to scared of. Nothing at all. That's what he told himself.

It was a beautiful place. Harmless even.

Now that he had rested his nerves, he began to realize how this place gave him a feeling of safety.

"How strange..." The boy half-closed his eyes and tilted his head.

Just moments ago, he searched for threat and now he felt safe. Like this place was protecting him from the true and worst horrors of the world. Perhaps, it was. Perhaps, it wasn't. He didn't know.

But he was in full enthusiasm to figure out.

A small smile appeared on his face. He stretched his arms in fronts of him.

"Okay, now try to remember..." The boy said to himself. 

He then searched the back of his head for the information regarding his past. Like his name, his family and friends, his personality, his hopes and dreams.

"Just try to remember..." He mumbled to himself again.

Moments passed by. The cool breeze gently striking his freckled face every now and then, his messy hair waving on the interaction with the soft wind. He sat there with a calm posture and a relaxed smile.

"Try to remember..." He mumbled again.

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"Mom!!"

A tiny voice came followed by a four years old green head, an All Might figure in one hand and the other one balled into a cute little fist. Jumping up and down with excitement, the little boy ran upto to his mother who was finishing her daily chores in the kitchen.

"Mom! Mom! The computer!"

He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face.

His mother turned off the tap on the kitchen sink and turned to him.

"What, Izuku, again already?"

She wiped her hands dry and—0̵̵̸̧̧̧̧̡̛̕͜͟͢͠͡͠͡͠͡͞1̧͢͏̢͜͜͝͏̛0̵̛̕͜͟͏̷̶̶̨̧̛́͘͢͟͠͠͝1̷̵̷̡1̶̵̶̴̵̨̡́́͜͡͝͠͏̛͟͜͏͠0̷̵̶̵́́͘͜͝͞0̷̨͏̶̷̶̨́̕͟͜͏0̴̵̵̶̡̡̨̛̀́̕͢͜͡͡͡͝͏͘͟1́́͏̵̨̨́͜͝1̵̴̶̢̧̡̧̨̨́͘͜͟͝0̸̴̶͠͡0/h͏̸̵̢̨̡e̴̵̢̧̛̕͜͜ŕ̢͟͢͡͞f̡̢̀͘͟͜͢͏̶̸̧̧͡à̶̶̢̧̧̀͘͢͞͠͞͏̸̶͘͞͞c̴̨̛͢͞ȩ̴̴̶̸̡̨́̕̕͘͢͡ẁ̷̷̷̶̡̨̢̧̡̛͘͜͠͝͡͝͞͝a̸̴̡̨̧̛̛̕sm̧̧̨̢͟͡͏̵̛͜͝͏̷͟͢͡͝͠ì̸̵̷̵̷̶̡́́̀̀̕͘͟͠ş̴̸̡̨̨̢̢̛̀̀͢͢͏ś̴̸̶̷̵̵̴̢̛̛͢͝͝͝͡í̧̀̕ń̸̴̛́́́̀́̕͢͟͞͡͝͞͞g͜͏̡͝/ ̸̧̕0̵1̸̵̨́̀̕̕͜͜͠1̸̴̨̛́́͘̕͘͟͢͡͡͞͞0̷̛͘̕1̢̀͞͏̸̷̀͜͟͝͠͞0̵̢̡̡̕͘̕̕͟͢͟͏̸̨̀͜͞1̶̵̡̢͠͏̵͢͠͏̸̸̸́0͞͠͠1̵̸1̴̸̢1̨͘̕͜͝1̸͘͜͠͡

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His smile dropped.

He groaned and clutched his head, running his fingers through those black-green curly locks. A searing pain went through his veins, giving him a severe headache.

He didn't remember anything. He couldn't remember anything.

He couldn't see his mother's face. He didn't know what just went through his head. He didn't know those voices. He didn't even understand what they said to him. Could it be something important? Or maybe it was the harm this place was protecting him from? If that was the case then he had to avoid them at all costs!

But he, by some fortune, caught onto one thing.

"Izuku...?" He blurted out in a confused tone.

What was an Izuku? Can you eat it?

Was it a name? His name? Could it be his name?

"Izuku... Am I Izuku?" He pointed at himself.

It sure sounded familiar. Maybe it was his name after all! He almost chuckled. He thought his name was some kind of food, how stupid of him.

He smiled, standing up on his feet despite the headache, "So, my name is Izuku.... I wonder what it means."

Ignoring the pain in his head and those unknown voices, the green haired boy named Izuku began to wander around the clearing.

Maybe he would find more about himself here!

And possibly a way to go back to his past! A way to leave!

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The voice was back. And as a whisper this time.

The poor young boy, who had happened to forget the ways of the world, never thought of the word 'ominous' when it came to that sentence. To the boy who just had found out what his name was, he thought of it as a guidance. Guess thinking positively and always seeing the bright side of things were a part of his default mode, huh.

Too bad, the world doesn't take that into account.

Now, Izuku went ahead in an attempt to explore the world he woke up in — maybe he could find the person behind that voice? That sounds nice! The voice told him that he can't leave. He can try searching for the source of this voice! Maybe he can find other people on the way and make friends too!

Izuku now had an excited smile on his face.

He wondered what lies beyond those trees. Maybe he should go there first!

The green haired boy sprinted towards the cluster of large, shady trees that surrounded that clearing. He forgot all of his pains like a toddler.

Unknown to him, he was just a blank slate that was about to be coloured.

Sometimes innocence leads to danger.

And that's where Izuku was going.

Blindly.

Not knowing about the error.

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LEEEEEET'S FUUUCKING GOOOOOOO—!!