122 Diary (1/2)

i finally bid farewell to junior brother in the infirmary. he still had to stay for a couple more days to ensure that the poison was truly out of his system.

once i got out of the building, i f*cking sprinted to my cabin.

my beeeeeeeedddddddddddddddd. i'm sorry, grand martial aunt, but she's my second lovveeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

i slammed the door open and then jumped from the doorway onto my second lover.

she was the softes- eh?

i heard a very distinct click sound coming from the bottom of the bed and, when i looked down to check, a metal box swung out from the bottom of the bed.

what the f*ck?

i reached for the box... and then overshot it and nicked my finger onto its sharp edge. ”f*ck!” as i was craddling my poor little thumb, i missed the drop of blood that oh-so-coincidentally hit the top of the metal box.

and then the box exploded.

metal shrapnel went everywhere, and i flew from my position on my bed to a dog-eating-sh*t pose on the other side of the room. since my door was still open, bits and pieces of the metal flew out of the doorway.

”f*cking shit!” i heard someone yell. sticking my head out of the doorway, i noticed junior brother eord looking at the metal that was sticking out of his arm.

i closed the door.

what? eord was f*cking ripped. plus, he had anger issues. i like my body the way it is, okay? besides, i have a bigger di- okay. i'm manly. yes.

taking a deep breath, i carefully walked back to my now destroyed bed. in its remains was... a book. a godd*mn book. but it wasn't just any old book, but a godd*mn...

diary.

wtf? who the hell guards their diary with explosives?!?!?

i sighed and picked up the book. it had a simple design- it was a deep royal blue color and had gold edges. there was no inscription on the sides nor the back. it only had a simple 'diary' written on the front.

i opened the first page and ohoho, it was written by the past jin yahui, the one that was the original owner of this body. what kind of man writes in a diary?

its first words were...

*~*~*~*

110 ad (after demons- jin yahui = 6-years old)

i want to be strong.

*~*~*~*

hoho, buddy. you can't beat me in my wanting to be strong. nope. nuh-uh. i looked back and continued to read.

*~*~*~*

mom was angry at me again. she caught me trying to play with the other children. she told me that since i was the heir to our family, i shouldn't affiliate myself with the common rabble. she wanted me to cultivate so that i could become strong and help lift the family up with my talent.

i want to be strong, so that i can play with them.

~

112 ad

i've finally managed to become strong, a prodigy. mother was happy with me for the first time since... a long time.

i went up to the other children. finally, finally i could play with them.

but they pushed me away.

they didn't want to be in my 'exalted presence'. ha. i bitterly smiled at them. their eyes were filled with hostile condemnation.

i thought i was supposed to be popular, but all they see is my potential.

~

112 ad, later (8-years old)

i've become stronger.

although not strong enough.

one of the younger children threw a mud ball at me. although i dodged, it hurt my pride that i could not stop it through sheer force. sighing, i glanced at one of the red balls that the young children played with.

i picked it up and threw it with all of my strength to the sky... and hit a passing cultivator.

panicked, i quickly watched as the cultivator fell off from his sword and onto our courtyard. i rushed to him, not knowing whether i needed to bow, help him up, or swear that it wasn't my fault.

the old man took one took at me before he said, ”perfect!”