[Volume 1]
[Chapter 8: Another Habit]
New things are always added into our lives, no matter how mundane we want our life to be. We would always encounter new challenges and obstacles that were previously unknown to us.
It is exactly how humans as a whole evolve to who we are now, improving to be better than before. Without these new equations, we would simply remain stagnant as always, forever remaining as dull beings with only the thought of survival in mind.
Hence, a new emotion shall be formed when we look back to the past, to who we were before.
Nostalgia, an emotion that triggers a bittersweet feeling that swells up in us whenever we are reminded of a fond memory. This feeling is cherished among most people, because it gives us a sense of accomplishment and belonging. We like the feeling of returning to our roots, and rediscovering our old self again.
Personally, I'm not fond of this feeling in the slightest, it makes me feel odd inside. Nostalgia reminds me of a past that I knew I can't return to, no matter how much I want to. I've resigned my fate in the hospital, I would rather not be reminded of something that could not come to be.
Sure, I love that it reminds that I used to spend my time with my family all day, a smile adjourning my face no matter how tired I was. I love that it reminds of the pride that my mother shown when I managed to draw an entire artwork for my mother to see.
But...in the end, that would be just a memory so there's no point to it.
Besides, life moves on anyways. It doesn't wait for us to think and ponder about a life that is beyond our reach. We need to plan for the future and perhaps...'live in the now', as Ryuuki certainly likes to put it.
So, I dislike nostalgia. Despite this feeling appearing more often than not, due to my limitless time in the hospital, I don't like it all that much. I don't hate it, but I don't like it either.
I would rather feel annoyed than nostalgic at any given moment, at least I don't feel sad when someone keeps on talking my ear off as I'm trying to concentrate on something else. Though, if possible, I would rather not have both of the options.
So, would someone would please explain to me, why exactly am I feeling both of these feelings at this very moment?
"-then, we could also go to Mr. Lorenz's shop to finally show you his incredible craftsmanship! I can't wait for him to reveal that new weapon he was crafting for a few months now, it would be glorious and amazing and I simply just can't wait!" An extremely talkative and hyperactive girl started blabbering away the moment we sat down at the table, her hands creating gestures along the way.
I merely tried to focus on my food whilst listening to the one and only Summer Rose as she chatted about her plans to hang out with her new friend, yours truly.
Her voice wasn't irritating or annoying in the least, but that doesn't mean that I'm not annoyed. She has been this chipper since we woke up in the library's second floor, all the way until we reached here in the cafe, and even when my boss gave us some breakfast to eat. Breakfast that would be deducted from my pay again, not that I would mind all that much.
I wanted her to at least calm down a bit, not only because I could feel myself restraining from glaring at her at any moment, but also because this reminded a little too much of my best friend. He too, likes to chatter a bit too much in the morning.
Something he probably won't be able to do any more.
I decided to jump out of the train of thought before it decides to derail itself, refusing to trap myself in a never-ending cycle of memories. I glanced back up from the delicious yet slightly too filling plate of steak with some mash potato on the side, finally deciding to look Summer in the eye. "As cute as your voice is, your food is gonna get cold, you know?"
Summer's cheek puffed up from my sudden interruption, her eyes glaring at me with the power of a single cell battery. "I told you to stop teasing me already! Is that all you do?!" She grumbled out, her eyebrows crunching up from annoyance.
I merely raised an eyebrow, controlling the grin that is on the verge of breaking out. "Haaaah?...You want me to do more?" I drawled, retorting right back at her. She's making it too easy for me to target her, having no experience whatsoever in teasing back.
Summer suddenly flared up red, her hands pointed at me frantically. "You-I mea-No- argh!!!!" She tossed her hands in surrender as her eyes drooped to her cold food in defeat, letting out a frustrated sigh.
As fun as that was, I knew that I needed to stop. I'm not without mercy, after all. "Sorry, sorry." I apologized right after, hiding my smirk in one hand. "I just like to see your reaction, it was rather amusing." I admitted, returning my attention to my breakfast. It was true though, it was much better than how she was yesterday. Sure, I could tell that she was still slightly cautious of her habits from time to time, but I'm sure that will go away soon enough.
"I'm sure it was." She groaned out, glowering at her steak that was still more than a half left. Her cape even stopped moving with the direction of the non-existent wind, remaining dead behind the chair.
I sighed as I felt the bothering guilt crept up on me again, the same guilt that made me choose to be Summer's friend. Luckily, this time there was no rationality and logic that prevents me from listening to it. "Look, if I have any free time, I'll let you take me wherever, okay?" I offered, something that I hope would cheer her up.
That instantly made her mood better, as she raises her eyes from her breakfast, glancing at me with excitement that is once again reignited. "Really? I could take you anywhere?" Her smile was directed at me, though I could see hints of suspicion and fear as she scans my face for any deceit.
I'm not sure how people could tell something just from a glance at their face, it's called body language for a reason, after all. However, I'm straying from the point. "As long as you don't kidnap me at a discreet and isolated location. I won't be tricked by the likes of you." I joked mockingly, scoffing at her poor choice of words as I poked at the last few pieces of meat on the plate and ate with the finesse of a middle-class income citizen.
Summer was flabbergasted as her mouth sputtered uncontrollably, probably caught unaware by that false accusation. "I wouldn't do that to you!" She defended herself, completely missing the basic concept of my joke, something that my best friend would constantly do as well.
Perhaps she wasn't as different from Ruby as I thought she would be. "I know. I was just messing with you." I confessed offhandedly, my steak being the main focus point of my already waning attention span. My inner brain clock, as I would personally call it, keeps on blaring at me to hurry up before I would be late for my day shift.
Her cheeks was starting to puff up again, though this time, she chooses to settle on a pout instead. Her eyes dimming slightly, as her energy was finally and surprisingly starting to drain out after an hour and a half of non-stop chatter. "Oh. But you shouldn't just joke like that, I take my dreams to be a Huntress seriously, you know?"
After finishing the last few bites, I shifted my attention to Summer Rose herself, taking in her last statement. I didn't mean to mock her dreams like that, I was simply answering the only way I knew how. Ryuuki and her share many similarities and I already built up a habit of responding with a retort or a joke, but Ryuuki had already built up a tolerance for my mocking attitude.
Summer has not. Perhaps, I too still have some habits that needed fixing.
I gazed at Summer, who is sulking a little though not as much as yesterday. "Look, how about we go and visit Mr...Lorenz's shop whenever I'm free? As long as I'm not working, you can take me there." I suggested, this time specifying the destination so that I don't make a repeat of the previous mistake.
Summer perked up at that, her sight directed into my piercing eyes. She seem slightly nonplussed about something, her eyes widening several inches wider. "Yo-you were listening to my ra- me?!" She stuttered out, gesturing to herself.
I simply raised my eyebrow at that behaviour, my mind beginning to analyse as a habit. This behaviour of hers was similar to that of yesterday's, when she was guiding me to the library. The major contrast between the two would be the fact that she didn't seem to cover her words up this time, preferring to let her insecurity show instead.
At least she is improving, even if it is just small steps.
I stood up from my spot, giving a small stretch that makes my shoulder joints pop. My posture soon went back to its usual slouch where I feel most comfortable in, my hands falling lazily by my side. "Tch. Now look who's judging who? At least give me a little credit." I scoffed, my gaze sweeping over Summer's meal and my plate. I wonder when she's gonna finish soon, does she think that I don't have a job or something?
Summer appeared sheepish as she scratched the back of her head, giving an awkward smile. "Sorr-wait!" She then looks at me with a frown of her own, her eyes narrowing. "I'll only apologize when you stop teasing me." She grinned near the end, probably feeling victorious of her plan to cease my unbearable teasing habits. Oh? It seems she's learning.
Well, I'm not gonna stop teasing just for some apology though. Apologies are meaningless and empty most of the time, there was no need for such hollow words to be spoken. "Meh, you can keep it." I muttered, ignoring the shocked look of Summer as her plan crumbles upon first contact with the monster that is me. "Are you gonna finish your meal anytime soon or...?"
Summer suddenly realized that I had already finished my steak, seeing as my plate is much more cleaner than hers. "Ah! Sorry!" She apologized reflexively, as she dug into her steak with gusto and messily.
I was appalled by the table manners of hers, though I don't blame her exactly. It is hard to eat fast without at least being a little messy, after all. I also noticed that she still apologized despite saying she wouldn't, some manners just can't be changed overnight.
I picked up my plate from the table, careful to balance the utensils on it without allowing it to fall. I'm pretty sure one day I would have to start learning how to do this, though that depends on the fact that I'm allowed to work all my life.
I turned around and got ready to place my plate in the sink that is located in the kitchen, I don't think Summer would be finished anytime soon with how much she has on the plate. I'm also don't really want to balance two plates yet, I'm not that confident in my skills as a waiter. I mean, I haven't tried it before, but it looks rather diffi-
"Wait!" Summer's voice rang out behind me, causing me to stop after walking 3 steps ahead. I looked back to see Summer being too close to me, her empty plate shoved right in front of my face. "I'm already done!"
I backpaddled away from her, a bit startled by the proximity of the plate and my face. She is also a little close within my personal space right now, something that I cherish very much. All of that doesn't hide the fact that she finished her barely eaten steak within a minute, but I had enough surprises for the day. "Could you move back a bit? You're kinda close."
Summer quickly realized her blunder and moved back a bit, her embarrassment showing on her cheeks as a red glow. "Ehehehe." She laughed awkwardly and quietly to herself, scratching her cheek with one finger as her other hand hold the plate in a perfect 180 angle. "Sorry."
I sighed a bit to calm my beating heartbeat, swearing that I could hear it thumping louder than usual. "As long as you don't get too close, I'll be fine." I waved off her apology, seeing it as not that big of a deal. Though, I hope she doesn't do it too often. The only reason I haven't dropped my plate by accident yet, is probably my terrible reflexes.
Summer nodded her head at that, likely glad that I don't seem to care all that much. "Right! Here you go!" She smiled radiantly, handing me the empty plate with her one hand.
Honestly, I'm quite impressed by her balance. I could feel my hands weakening in resolve as I felt the weight of Summer's plate added to my own. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure what kind of training Summer does as a Huntress. However, if her balance is any indication, she probably requires to wield a weapon that is far unbalanced than this plate. But hey, what do I know about weapons? "Thanks."
"Are you kids done yet?" I heard a voice that belongs to my boss behind me, his tone carried some exasperation. I turned to see him wearing his usual garb for his daily work, his rugged features tend to be a key look of his.
I remembered this morning where he seem tired and slightly worried that Summer and I was gone for the night, where I feel guilty that I wasn't mindful of the time. "Yeah. We're just done." I answered back, wanting to at least make up for it by being doing things efficiently.
"Yep! We're all good here!" Summer chirped behind me, though I swear I could feel her giving a thumbs up just for good measure.
I directed my eyes towards her, tilting my head to the side. "Anyways...see you later?" I said hesitantly, being unsure if I even have any breaks today. I already skipped on a lot of shifts and I would certainly not profit any if I keep it up.
Oddly enough, Summer didn't respond. She just stared at me in the eye, as if seeing something that I could not. She gave a smile as her eyes crinkled slightly, even sparkling slightly if I wasn't hallucinating.
I tried to analyse her face for any visual cues, but all I could see is some happiness which sounds pretty vague. I'm not exactly a mind reader, there's only so much a person could observe from another. "Are you okay?" I inquired upon her wellbeing, uncertain on my next course of action to take.
Summer waved off my concern, looking away from me. Her gaze swept to the entrance of the cafe, getting ready to leave. Then, she redirected her sight back to me. "Just wanted to capture this moment. That's all. I'll see you soon!" She waved goodbye at me, as she ran towards the entrance.
I quirked an eyebrow at that, perplexed by her words before realization kicked in. I'm...her first friend. She is 'capturing the moment' as she would call it, because no other person has ever wanted to see her again. Although, all of that was just mere speculation. I now know better than to assume.
However, if my speculation turns out to be true, then that was truly a sad thought. I know what it was like to be alone, but that was different. I tend to relish in privacy and silence, the only company needed was my own. On the other hand, Summer requires companionship, similarly to Ryukki in a certain way.
I mentally dissuade myself from this thought, preferring to focus on the task at hand. I might need to remove this habit sooner or later, overthinking things won't help anyone especially me in this current situation.
I nearly panicked when Summer continued to run towards the entrance as she looked back at me, thinking that she might crash into the door. However, she stopped just in time and opened the door, while looking back me and the boss as she kept on waving goodbye.
Perhaps her spatial awareness isn't as terrible as I thought.
I turned back to my boss who was already getting ready with the counter, properly tidying up any uneven paper cups or utensils. I walked ahead towards the kitchen door, right past the counter. I shouldn't keep my boss waiting any longer, it was already 6 in the morning, the start of the day shift.
If yesterday was any indication, a lot of customers tend to arrive during the morning for their breakfast. A lot of them are usuals too from what I've heard, but I wasn't aware of any other facts.
There is still something that bugs me quite a lot though, shouldn't there be a pianist? I was rejected from taking that job because there is supposed to be a pianist already but I've yet to encounter this person.
Perhaps they have yet to arrive? That could be a possibility but that question could wait for now. I already have a job upon entering this foreign world, which something that I'm certainly grateful for. I might need to brush up on my RWBY world knowledge though, so the library would be a destination I might visit often.
I hummed in comfirmation to myself as I twisted the tap, allowing the water to flow out naturally. My hands was then on autopilot as I wiped the dirty surfaces of the dishes, slowly getting used to this chore I'm doing.
Getting used to this world I'm living in.
[Washing Dishes Session]
~Softly hums a familiar tune~
"...Kid, here. More dishes to wash."
~Continues to hums~
"Kid...? Kid!"
"Oh! Sumi- Sorry! Bad habit..."
"It's fine. Just be sure to reduce it, there's more work to be done."
"I can do that, sir."
"...you can also reduce your bowing, might be too much."
"...yes, sir."
[Washing Dishes Session Ended]
I stretched my arms a bit as they are getting sore, not used to any long and strenuous work. I'm more accustomed to my fingers getting numb instead, they are the only ones getting any taxing workout with the keyboard back in the hospital.
As I'm stretching, I tried to look around for any clock to be aware of the time. There doesn't seem to be any in sight though, which makes me wonder how does boss ever tell the time in the kitchen. In fact, how did boss all the jobs around this place? I was already pretty preoccupied by just the dish washing alone, yet my boss was able to do this on top of everything else.
...he certainly deserves my respect. He has a work ethic that rivals even the Japanese, in addition with the ability to run the establishment by himself. Who knows how long he has been working here? His history is still foggy to me, but I try not to pry.
I could try to study everything again and form my own conclusions in my head, but that would only cause me a headache. I should learn to respect people's privacy more, something that should start from today.
I returned my eyes to the dishes to keep myself busy, only to find the sink empty. Huh...it seems like I'm already done for now. I've also dried the plates and bowls too, so there wasn't any need to continue doing so. I simply stood there and waited, hopefully for more new plates and bowls to arrive.
I'm never good at doing things at my own initiative anyways, despite my brain's habit of doing so. I preferred to follow along the flow, adapting along the way. I could possibly empty the trash bins, but they seem to be quite empty for now. Earlier, I believe my boss took the chance to throw it out in my stead, the cause of it is quite obvious at this point.
As I swept my eyes around the room, I saw something in the corner of the kitchen, which made me shudder and felt a chill run down my spine. There was a cockroach climbing on the wall, its size much bigger than I would like it to be. I unconsciously stepped back from it, keeping a safe distance between me and it.
I'm not that afraid of it, but that doesn't mean I'll go near it. The hospital that I once inhabited was extremely clean so there's no pest in sight, I'm not exactly used to dealing with one just yet.
"Kid, I'm gonna need to you out fro- what are you doing?" Boss's voice echoed from the kitchen entrance, prompting me to look in his direction.
My eyes wanted shift back to that crawling pest, but my manners demanded me to look at my boss instead. Although, I swear I could hear it fluttering its wings as well, making my hair stands on end. "Umm...there's a cockroach." I gestured roughly towards the direction, though my hands were more tucked in closer to me.
He gave me unimpressed stare as he slowly acknowledged my words, his eyes staring into my soul. I could literally feel my masculine pride breaking ever so slightly, but I couldn't care less about something as meaningless as pride. "I'll take care it. Just head out front to the counter. I need to do other stuff in here anyways." He sighed, relenting from giving me a harsh stare down.
I merely nodded at that, but make no further comments. I'm used to disappointing others but that doesn't mean that I want it to happen. Tch, I might as well do as told to salvage my fragile being.
I walked towards the kitchen entrance and head out the door, taking a look around the cafe. There was a few people sitting around the tables, but none in front of the counter. I unknowingly let out a breath of relief, glad that I didn't need to socialize at the moment. Hopefully, it would remain this way until boss arrives.
I leaned up against the counter, letting my posture become even more lazier if that was even possible. I wanted to rest my arm on the counter with my head on my hand, but that might be pushing it a bit too far. I still needed to give a good enough customer service, to make sure the regulars remains a regular customer.
I took my time waiting to observe the customers one by one, carefully making sure to be as subtle as possible. I didn't recognize any of the customers, not that I knew many. There was basically only three people I would recognize in the cafe, which would be Summer, um...Kali- I believe? and also that old man named Maple.
Not counting the rude customer and his gang, of course. I barely knew them and they still took the time to find me and trash me up, makes me feel special in a way. Just not in the way I would appreciate.
My gaze lingered on the piano though, basically standing there all its glory. I could remember seeing it for the first time, truly a sight to behold. However, it has lost some of its charm after only being able to stare at it for a whole day.
Speaking of the piano, I've yet to finish learning the songs that Ryukki asked of me. Among all of his new song requests, I've only completed 2 of them. I kinda wished I've spent more on them, then perhaps he could've at least heard one of the songs before I...died.
I sighed and tried to clear my mind, wishing that my mind doesn't always keep making me feel such emotions. Not to be impolite, but I sincerely hope that my boss could finish whatever he is doing quicker. After all, my mind tends to drift off when I'm immobile and bored. I might even prefer a customer talking to me right about no-
"Ah. It is good to see you again, I was afraid you might've went away or something." Someone interrupted me from my thoughts, his voice clearly spoken from an elderly. I focused my attention towards the source, only to find the same elder from the first day I was here. I believe his name is Maple? Definitely is.
"Ah. Good...morning, sir." I responded, not before checking the correct time. I didn't want to embarrass myself on such a simple greeting, considering I barely knew him. I even bowed a little from habit, though it is mostly because I didn't want to forego my roots.
Maple was clearly irritated by something as he furrowed his eyebrows at me, more wrinkles forming on his forehead. "Bah! What did I say about all that sir crap? Call me Maple already." He grumbled out, his voice getting grumpy and impatient.
Truthfully, I actually remembered that. However, despite his insistence, it still feels quite informal in my opinion. I prefer to keep things professional between customer and waiter, except being friendly as suggested by Summer herself.
Calling by the first name feels like crossing the line to me though, shouldn't that be reserved for close friends only?
Although, since Maple already called me out on it, might as well just go along with it. Less troublesome that way. "Yes, si-Maple." I corrected myself quickly, accidentally saying the wrong one despite thinking of the correct word to say. Tch, wish I could just change my mannerisms right now.
Maple just chuckled at my mishap, waving it off as nothing. "It's fine. I don't expect something like that to just change within a few days. Anyways, do you know where's your good ol' boss at?" He asked, taking notice of my boss's absence in front of the counter.
I took a glance where my boss is supposed to be, expecting him to come out anytime soon but there's was no sign of him yet. "He's in the kitchen. He has a few things he needed to take care of." I explained to Maple, gesturing towards the big door that leads to the kitchen.
"Oh." Maple responded as his gaze followed the direction I gestured. He stood there for a few moments before turning to me, "Do you know how to make an Atlesian Black then?" He questioned, deciding to get what he arrived at the cafe for.
...shi- drats, I don't know how to make anything. What was my boss thinking to put me at the counter when I don't know how to make anything? Sure, I was at the counter previously, but he was there to make the coffee and dishes for the customers.
Now though, I don't have any assistance that can help me in my endeavour. To sum it up, I'm screwed. The only thing I'm even competent at is probably just washing dishes.
To save myself this humiliation and whatever dignity I have left, there's only one thing to do. "No." I muttered bluntly, giving the truth. I couldn't care less my pride and dignity, might as well just save myself the trouble from faking it.
Maple's eyes dimmed a little at that, probably by how bluntly I put it. He seemed speechless now, not as much I am but pretty close. He probably doesn't know what to do now, considering I don't even know where to start with an Atlesian Black.
I realized that the only way to solve this problem is to get help, obviously from my boss. I didn't want to interrupt whatever my boss was doing, but I'm pretty desperate at the moment. I'm just glad that the customer is someone I recognize rather than some random person I've yet to meet. "I'll go...and get my boss, sorry for the inconvenience."
Maple seemed uncomfortable with my 90 bow, much like everyone else I've met so far. He took a look behind to see no other customers lining up, leaving just me and him alone on the same lane. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter. I'm not in any hurry to leave at once, you can stay here to keep me company while he finishes whatever he's doing." He stopped me from turning to get my boss, suggesting an alternative instead.
I pondered about his suggestion, thinking about the consquences and benefits of such an action. The main issue I've had before was customer satisfaction and also extreme awkwardness that I would rather avoid after going through the torment of yesterday. It seems that at least one of those issues had been solved so this alternative would actually be better than disturbing my boss. "Hm...sure." I nodded at him, agreeing with this option presented. Besides, Summer wanted me to be more friendly towards customers, right?
Maple just smiled at me, happy from my lack of dismissal towards him. "Well then, you wouldn't mind telling me where you're from?" He asked a simple question, wanting to be ice breaker of the conversation.
Immediately, I regretted taking his suggestion. I didn't considered the fact that he might ask a question like this, despite being a very common conversation starter. I decided the same excuse I've used for Summer, thinking that I should at least keep it consistent. "I'm from a small village, never cared to ask for its name though."
Maple didn't seem to question my vague response, shrugging as he continued the conversation. "Anything interesting there?"
This question is easier to answer as it was not as specific, so I began to think of an answer that fits the question. "Not really. Our village resembles any other settlement that you can find out there, there was a lack of grimm though." I answered after a moment of thought, coming up with an excuse of how I've never encountered a grimm.
Maple seem intrigued by that as he begun to lean in closer, getting more engaged in the conversation. "Your village protected by huntsmen or something?"
Tch, should I say there's a lot of huntsmen or not? Why does it feel like either is not a good choice? I wanted to think of a good answer, but that would take too much time. "Not really. Our village has less people, so the negativity concentration is not that...strong?" I begun to feel unsure towards the end, making it seem like a question instead. Tch, I'm suddenly lacking in confidence.
Maple stroked his bald head as he thought about my answer, the gears in his head turning. "That would make sense, I suppose. Our settlement accommodates more people, though we at least have quite some able fighters within our ranks to fend off the grimm. We even have a huntsmen in our settlement as well." He explained, shifting the focus onto this settlement instead.
I felt a bit more relieved at that, as I contemplated the information Maple gave me. I can see that there are some able fighters in the settlement, considering Summer is a member of this settlement. However, there's also a huntsmen? I wonder if the person could be of someone important. "Is there a lot of people training to be Huntsmen here?"
Maple became slightly grim, shaking his head. "Not really. Most of the young'uns doesn't seem to like it all that much, in fact, some of them even hates it, I think."
I got quite curious at that, wondering the many reasons as to why such a thing would happen. Is there any reason why people would hate to be a huntsmen? I understand if some would fear to be one, but hate is a strong word to use. "...I'm guessing there's no huntsmen school here?" I took a gander, after some considerable thought.
Maple nodded his head at that, proving my guesswork correct. "Our settlement doesn't focus on Huntsmen training, we focus more on trade and business. Most travellers tend to come by for resources and goods, in addition with lodging and a rest stop for some wanderers and merchants."
That slightly lines up with the history lesson that my boss bestowed upon me, but I didn't think that trade could've been a main focus of this village. From what I could tell though, people like Summer is a minority in this village. No Huntsmen training, no Huntsmen schools, I wonder where did Summer have the inspiration to be one.
Those were thoughts that could be saved for later though, there were other things to think about. So far, I'm unhappy with my lack of knowledge regarding certain things. I thought perhaps some things would be able to jog my memory, recall any information that might be useful. However, every word or name that I came across is unfamiliar to me.
That...bothered me. For as long as I could remember, I've always lose focus when I'm uninterested in something. Be it a subject, a book, or even a show like RWBY, I always seem to forget most things about it despite going through the whole thing. And it is still happening now, with the grimm, Huntsmen, and other related things. I could've brushed up my knowledge on them, but I repeated the same mistake.
A mistake stemmed from a bad habit that I've yet to correct.
I snapped myself off from my thoughts, shoving them away for the time being. "Um...right." I replied lamely, already forgetting my response to him. I got a little too carried away from overthinking, I can't remember what I wanted to say him. I could feel my social ineptitude kicking into high gear at this moment, giving me no ways to save myself from this conversation.
Maple, despite having much more social grace than I do, accidentally got caught in my web of social awkwardness, glancing around him to avert eye contact.
Oi, brain. Stop lagging already and help me.
Luckily though, he managed to escape from the terrible silence as he glanced back at me again. "So, what do you think of this place so far? Is it to your liking?" He asked as he more than likely realized that I'm quite new to this place, so he probably could get some outside opinion of the settlement.
Although, I kinda wondered if he asked this question to every outsider or just specifically, me. "...It's alright, I suppose. I've only been here for a few days, I can't really form an accurate opinion yet." I gave my honest opinion on the matter, scratching an itch on my cheek. It was true, I don't have much say on the matter. As long as I have a stable job and a promisingly safe future, my personal view matters little.
Maple stroke his chin in thought from my answer, though I'm pretty sure there's nothing to think about. My answer is quite self-explanatory. "That's fine. I actually thought that you would have a bad opinion of our settlement, to be honest."
I raised an eyebrow at that to show my curiosity, though my mouth stayed in a flat line like always. "Why is that?" I quried, not sure how Maple came to that conclusion.
"Well, you were forced to deal with a ruckus on the first day you worked here. I presume that might force anyone to think of this settlement in a bad light." Maple explained his reasoning, reminding me of my first day in the cafe. It also reminded me of that day as the day I was on Remnant, the memory of dying still fresh in my mind.
Tch, I don't exactly want to think about that for the moment. "Does...things like that happen often?" I forced myself to talk, wanting to think of something else. I know that it is best to keep myself distracted for the time being, I'd rather not get caught in my own mind.
My question made Maple pondered on the spot again, stroking his chin once more. A certain habit that I noticed whenever he starts thinking deeply. "...Every once in awhile. Only travellers like that guy tend to cause a ruckus though, most of us that stays here actually knows how to get along."
I mentally grumbled in my head at the thought, displeased at the idea of finding myself in another situation like that. It does make me respect my boss even more for being able to put up with these kind of situations though. "...that sounds troublesome." I responded truthfully, a grimace showing on my face.
Maple's eyes crinkled slightly, giving a chuckle at my expression, I assumed. His voice raspy but whole, different from his normal weak and frail tone. "Hehehe...it sure is, I'm not sure how your boss does it all the time. I would've called it quits a long time ago."
Honestly, I feel the same. However, it was the only way I can survive. It was a far cry better than whatever waits for me out there. "Yeah. I'm not sure if I could either, but I want to at least give it a try. I can't always rely on Summer for situations like these."
Maple's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Summer, more wrinkles forming on his forehead, making him appear much older than before. "Summer, you say? You sure seem familiar with her." He commented, probably noting the way I spoke of her.
My mouth fell back to a thin line, my eyebrows furrowing slightly in thought. Everyone here seem to react the same way whenever it's about Summer, more specifically on her social problem. Perhaps it is true what Ashur had said, the fact that every establishment owner seem to care for her. So, what establishment does Maple himself own?
Maple also knows that I'm familiar with Summer, just by my tone alone. But then again, my tone is quite obvious. After that last two days, I'm referring to Summer similarly to the way I refer to Ryukki, who insisted on me calling his first name. Although, that might also be the fact that I'm unused to calling people by their last name, being taught a bit of American mannerisms growing up.
That doesn't matter now though, I just need to be more mindful on my tone and mannerisms. "Yeah. We talked for awhile...after that particular incident." I answered after considerable thought, recalling the moment I met her.
"I'm just your friendly soon-to-be-Huntress-in-training, Summer Rose!!"
Maple smiled at my reply, seemingly pleased by something. "Well, that's good, that girl could use someone her age to talk to." He uttered, his fingers tapping his chin in a slow rhythm.
I leaned against the counter a bit before, my posture getting lazier by the minute. Does everyone here want to put pressure on me or something? Tch, they probably don't realize it at all. "...sure." I muttered softly, uncaring if he heard me or not.
Please, just let me go already. I didn't have this much pressure when I befriend Ryukki, so why is this any different? Besides, why do I even care? My rationality has been failing me a lot lately, I hope my bleeding heart dries soon.
Before Maple could respond to me, the door to the kitchen finally swung open, revealing my boss in all his glory. He looked the same as before, though I could see him slightly ragged from doing whatever back there. It's hard to see though, because he already look pretty lethargic and stressed most of the time. "Oh, Maple. You're here." He stated after he sees Maple standing in front of the counter, though he doesn't seem to be startled.
Maple blinked before responding, realising that my boss is finally done with his duty at the back. "Yeah. Just here for my usual cup of coffee and I'm ready to go."
My boss stared at Maple for awhile before shifting his gaze at me. I swear I could feel his piercing gaze judging my very being, making me feel self-aware of my inability to make whatever an Atlesian Black was.
I kept reminding myself that it wasn't my fault, and my boss knows that I'm incapable of making any sort of coffee and dishes. However, it could only help so much.
Fortunately for me, he decided to turn his gaze back to Maple, who have been patient since the moment he stepped in here. Does he have a lot of extra time or something? "Yeah. I'll go get your coffee." My boss said, walking over to the table with the coffee machine on it. He started making the preparations for the Atlesian Black that Maple always seem to order, looking similar to the method that was taught to me on the first day.
I wanted to watch and perhaps make a comparison between the two, hoping to catch any notable differences. But I decide that I shouldn't abandon the customer in favour of learning of my own interest, it would be undesirable for my job. I peeked at Maple from the corner of my eye, unconsciously observing him.
He just stood there and waited patiently, like he had been for awhile now. I never took the time earlier to observe, but he is very relaxed despite the wrinkles giving him a more overtaxed expression. Other than that, it is quite dissimilar from my boss, who always seem very serious and on edge.
I can't know for sure though.
Just then, Maple caught my eye looking at him, which prompted me to feel a little uneasy. Darn, I sincerely hope that he doesn't start talk- "What were we talking about earlier?" He asked, wanting to get back on track with the conversation.
I'm not gonna lie, I could feel myself jolt a bit but I refused to let it show, keeping my body still and calm. Internally, I was agitated from needing to converse again, though I reminded myself that I'm at least talking to someone I know. "Um...I think it was about Summer." I answered honestly, despite wishing to say that I forgot.
Maple's eyes lit up, recalling our conversation after the simple reminder. "Ah! Now, I remember. Our settlement's little protector, always going around helping those in need."
...I'm pretty sure that wasn't what we were talking about specifically, but I was glad for the change nonetheless. I'm glad that it wasn't connected to me anymore, talking about myself is plain exhausting. "I can actually picture her doing that." I commented, imagining Summer fighting hordes of Grimm as her cloak mysteriously flutters like petals in the wind.
Maple chuckled at something, probably from a memory he recalls, the next words from his mouth hinting on that fact. "Heheh...yeah. That little Huntress...while everyone else wants to grow up to live in the cities, she wants to go deeper into Grimm territory and be a hero. I'm not sure where she gets that influence from."
Again with the familiarity, everyone seems quite taken with Summer, making me wonder why is there a contrast between the adults and the teenagers. They live in the same settlement, surely the children's behaviour would be reflected from the adults of their village.
There was something off about Maple's statement though, wasn't there a Huntsmen residing in this settlement though? It shouldn't be too weird for Summer to get influenced despite being the minority's choice.
So, I decided to be straightforward and spoke my thoughts on the matter. "You said that there is a Huntsmen in this village, right? Could she perhaps be influenced by that person?"
Maple shook his head, dissuading me from considering that factor. "No. Summer only went to the Huntsmen after she decided she wants to be one. So, I doubt he is the one who inspired her."
Oh, well there goes my theory down the drain. Although, I never claimed to be correct all the time. "Oh." I murmured, my brain running out of words to carry the chat that we're having. I could try to analyse more and come to some other conclusions, but I could leave that for another time.
I kind of doubt Maple would be interested to exchange theories on Summer's dream to be Huntress, after all.
"Here's your coffee." My boss grunted from my side, appearing out of nowhere. Although, that may just be my observation skills being preoccupied by my thoughts at that moment. I'm not exactly wary of my surroundings when I'm thinking, something that perturbs me.
Maple had a smile on his face, accepting the paper cup coffee that was offered by my boss. His fingers gripped the cup gently, but firmly enough to hold it. He was probably glad that he can finally get his coffee, while I'm internally glad that I don't have to talk anymore. "Thanks. I better head off now, you know how my daughter worries so much."
Daughter? That's new. I don't think that he mentioned that yet, though there's not really a reason to.
My boss's smil- okay, not really smile but his lips tilted upwards a bit, which was something that I've yet to seen from him. He was always so stoic and his face settles in this tired look constantly, sometimes I felt like he has a lot of burden to carry. A lot of elders tend to have that.
"Yeah, I know. Tell her to come by more, I hardly see her these days." My boss told Maple, his smile already gone as it appeared, replaced as a thin line.
Maple chortled a little, his wrinkly thumb gliding over the texture of the cup. He stared at his coffee as his face become more solemn and worried. "Yeah...she's just restless. That husband of hers is working in Vale a lot lately, something about crime rates increasing and a bunch of other stuff. Those little brats and him might not be back so soon."
Little brats? Who is he referring to? I remembered something about a grandson that he spoke of on that day, something about me resembling him. Although, the way he talked about him that day...
"You just remind of my grandson is all."
It felt like he missed him, which wouldn't be odd considering what he just said. However, why isn't the other kid mentioned then? Wait...that doesn't matter much. This feels really personal, should I really be listening to this?
My boss noticed Maple's face a little disheartened, which makes him a bit agitated as well. "...I'm sure it'll be alright. Just let her know that she can come by anytime she wants, I'll be here." My boss comforted, trying to drive away Maple's worries.
Fortunately, it worked a bit as his mood seemed to lift. "Yeah, yeah. I'll let her know. See you tomorrow." Maple brushed off his worries, turning around to walk to the front of the cafe. So, it seems that he already forgot about my existence for a minute.
"Yeah. See you." My boss muttered, his eyes trained onto Maple's retreating back as he opens the door and leaves the premise of the building.
As soon as Maple's silhouette disappeared from sight, my boss's head angled towards me, his eyes looking straight into mine. "When I was out back, were the both of you just chatting here while waiting for me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I straightened my posture a bit at his question, feeling a tad bit nervous. I kept my face blank though, slowly pulling my hands out of my pocket as they went in at some point unknowingly. "...yeah." I know that I didn't do anything wrong, seeing as I applied for a pianist position and all that. However, I still feel quite inept at my job.
My boss simply sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows creasing together to form wrinkles. "I might need to teach you more things soon..." He mumbled softly to himself, feeling a headache coming along.
I simply averted my gaze, as I pondered on my uselessness. I'm normally quite content with who I am as a person, but when I can't seem to do what most people could've easily done. It...just reminds me a bit of the hospital, if I wasn't so...ill and fragile, then perhaps I could've been more adept at this job than I am now.
"Forget about that for now, I'll just need to free up the weekends or something..." He said off-handedly, leaving the crucial problem as of now. He instead pats my back extremely and definitely gently, making me straightened my back from my terrible slouch. "Keep your back straight, your posture is plain terrible."
I winced at the unexpected slap on the back, my arms stilling and tightening in reflex. Oi! That hit won't make my posture better, you know?! However, it'll certainly make my discipline better. Now, I might need to be more wary of my posture whenever I'm near him. Who knows how hard he'll hit the next round, my spine might not be able to take that kind of abuse.
My boss gave me a good look, before nodding silently to himself. He turned away and focused his attention on the clock instead, showing that it was precisely near the 'lunch hour' as boss would call it. "Hmm...perhaps you should get back to doing the dishes soon. The regulars might come around any minute."
I sighed in relief from getting a job that doesn't require any sort of social grace, though it is not like I have other jobs I could do around here. I genuinely hope that I could learn more skills soon, I don't want to be stuck on washing dishes forever.
My boss then tapped his apron a bit, still thinking despite already allocating me a position. "...or maybe this time, you try to clean the table and carry the dishes to the back, so you can wash it in the kitchen." He added, his eyes swirling back to me.
...drats, why must you do this to me? Is it even possible to do the dishes quick enough to get to the next table? I remembered how many customers there were on the first day for dinner, the number of people I had to talk to that day was...an experience for sure.
I was simply content to stick to dish washing, but I don't believe I have any other choice on the matter.
"...yes, sir." I stated, deciding to follow my boss's orders. Though, actually being able to perform them was a different matter entirely.
My boss nodded at that, before getting in front of the counter and waited for more customers to arrive. He glanced at my unmoving body from the corner of his eyes, which made my body twitch in slight tension from the stare. "...you might want to stand at the front of the cafe." He advised, already knowing that I'm clueless on where to go.
I felt embarrassed a bit, but other than that, I did as told. There is no shame in not knowing about something, but that doesn't mean that I don't feel it. No matter how much I convince myself of it, it'll still happen without my consent. I might as well just let that feeling run its course, I still have a job to do.
I left from my spot and moved to the front of the cafe, feeling slightly awkward even though the customers were not staring at me. I finally reached a clear and empty spot and waited like my boss, trying my best to stand as straight as possible. This time, my boss could watch me from across the cafe, which makes me feel more on edge of being watched.
...man, but I really want to slouch though. It is already a habit at this point, my posture feeling slightly uncomfortable without at least hunching a little.
I sighed and ignored that urge to break my posture, focusing my gaze outside instead. Although, there's not much see at the moment. Being in a new world, I've already taken my time to observe my surroundings as much as I could when I came back to the cafe with Summer this morning.
All in all, the environment certainly has its charm. There wasn't any tall buildings that reached 5 stories high, most of them were only about 2 stories at most. It was unsettling at first, but I could see the uniqueness to it. Although, I'm not sure how this settlement compared to the others. Are they all the same? Probably not.
I shouldn't assume though, I've had a terrible habit of it already. I ensured myself that I would be better than before, no use going back on my words. Even if they weren't said out loud.
...hm? I noticed several people walking towards the cafe, probably the regulars that boss was talking about. I sighed a little, feeling a little tired even if the lunch hour have not started yet.
This is certainly gonna be a long day, isn't it?
[Working Session Starts]
~Washing dishes in the kitchen~
"...there's so much plates to wash."
~Sighs~
[Working Session Ends]
I sometimes wondered to myself, ever since I got here, why don't I seem to care so much about it? I assumed that anyone would be having a literal meltdown and in Ryuuki's case, total enjoyment and amusement.
In my case? I feel rather indifferent, like nothing extraordinary had happened. In fact, I feel enjoyment and amusement in the little things like washing the dishes and doing the chores, something that others would certainly feel bored doing them.
It just...feels weird somehow, like I'm taking all of this in stride. I know that adapting and overcoming all these challenges would certainly be beneficial but...it doesn't mean that it does not feel wrong.
I sighed and brushed my hair back with the sweat that began to perspire, drying off ny forehead. I'm beginning to get used to sweating this much, but I still feel slightly disgusted with myself. I never sweated this much before and it bothers me.
I sighed and continued to wipe the filthy table with a lot of food bits everywhere, trying my best to not grimace. So far, the job was not as hard as I expected. The trickiest part is still carrying multiple plates at once though, I could feel myself slowing down to prevent them from falling over.
It was definitely something that I need to work on.
Other than that, it was fine. I got the job done at least, which was already better than I expected.
"Umm...excuse me, young man? May I have a bit of your time?" Someone asked, politeness seeping through their voice. The accent sounded quite posh yet also slightly unrefined, as though the person was trying to be elegant but wasn't raised to be. However, I don't exactly know for certain.
I ceased wiping the table clean and looked towards the instigator of the conversation, curious as to who was talking to me. So far, there were several customers that called out to me for assistance and stuff. However, most of them acted overly familiar with me as though they were talking to my boss instead.
This person, however, acted formal which was already sets them away from the rest. The other person I remember being somewhat polite and formal would be Ashur from the library.
As my eyes settled onto the person in question, I realised they are not exactly a customer from the cafe. She is standing at the entrance of the cafe, which I'm coincidentally near at as I'm wiping the table. She looked to be around her mid-30s, though I still can't discern a person's age so it is irrelevant at the moment. She wore a long hazel coat that reaches down to her ankles, it was unbuttoned to reveal a collared silk shirt. She also donned an outdoor cap, though it has some weird cape at the back of it. I've seen it before, but never knew what it was called.
However, the one things that stood out would be her blue hair which is curled out to all directions. It was a much darker variation of my hair, which I'm still irked about. Her hair feels like a direct contrast with the rest of her attire, it was simply...odd to look at. I'm still not comfortable with seeing such colourful hair colours yet, considering everyone else in Japan has the same black hair. Except for Ryuuki, who decided that blonde hair dye is cool for reasons unknown to me.
Despite my discomfort, I still stood straight as my boss is still within viewing range. "Dai-It is fine. What do you need, ma'am?" I bit my tongue from speaking japanese, just wanting to see what she wants. I'm pretty sure how I act would reflect upon the cafe, which is big no for my job and circumstances at any rate.
She seem to notice my correction though, her head perking up at quick change. However, she doesn't seem to question it as she continued with her goal in mind. "I would like to ask you where the nearest inn would be? You see we are quite famished and exhausted, so we very much need a place to stay for the night." She informed me, her voice quite different from most I've heard before. It sounded a bit like a british accent, but I'm also terrible when it comes to accents so I'm not certain.
I noticed that she said 'we', which means that she probably has companions. However, I paid it no mind as I was slightly panicking at the fact that I'm not verse enough to know the town's layout. "...I'm new here so I'm not exactly sure as well. Luckily, I believe my boss might know where the inn is though." I replied honestly, finding no reason to lie at all.
The woman doesn't seem dismayed at my answer, her mood barely changing from her polite tone. "Excellent! Perhaps you may direct us to your boss?"
I noticed the way she said 'us', which means that the other companion is somewhere here as well. This time, I glanced around her a bit before noticing a figure hiding behind her coat.
It was someone who is the about the same age as me and Summer, probably younger than 16 or so. He wears a similar attire to the woman, though wearing a hat with a round top instead. His hair is definitely different from the woman though, being completely green. His curly hair was directed backwards instead as well.
I mentally dissuaded myself from the fact that it looks extremely similar to that one character from...that one show, My Hero Academia I believe. That one character had the green curly hair as well. I am getting distracted though, I shouldn't get carried away. "My boss is actually just at the counter, there is no queue at the moment, so you may ask him right away." I gestured towards the counter, where my boss is currently arranging...something at the station.
The woman smiled excitedly, her eyes glistening slightly if I were to be believed. "Marvelous, truly marvelous! I do not believe that I have introduced myself properly, my name is Cubbinia Moribus Oobleck, Cubbinia M. Oobleck for short. It is a pleasure meeting you." She greeted enthusiastically, her hands reaching out behind her to grab onto the other kid. "This here is my son, Bartholomew Oobleck! Come on now, don't be shy." She muttered the last part silently to her son, encouraging him to talk.
Bartholomew Oobleck was dragged out from being her, where I could see his face clearly now. He wore round glasses that were dusty and a bit too big for his face, his mouth setting into a thin line. "...it's nice to meet you." He said shyly, his cheeks becoming slight pink on his pale face.
I decided that since they were being polite, I should probably return the courtesy as well. They seem like they would be okay with my out-of-place mannerisms. "It's nice to meet you too. My name is Toby Tier." I bowed in politeness, though I lessened it to an extent.
Cubbinia Oobleck stared at me oddly, no doubt analysing my mannerisms. She looked like she wants to ask questions about it, but she realizes that she had more pressing matters at hand. "Very well, I do hope we'll be meeting each other soon enough! My son could use someone his age to trade information with, perhaps culture and traditions too if I'd wager!"
I ignored the not-so-subtle hint at my apparent mannerisms, instead bowing in apology. "Sure. Though, I'm sorry for any convenience that I may have caused you."
Cubbinia simply waved off my apology, her hand gestured madly in front of me. "There's no trouble at all! We best be heading off now." She then trudged towards the counter, her heavy backpack following along her as though it weigh nothing.
Her son followed closely behind her, being careful of not attracting any other attention. He glanced back at me for a short second though, before pushing his glasses upwards and looking back to the front.
I only looked at them for awhile, before returning to the table. They were certainly a unique pair, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. I'm not sure if I'll certainly be seeing more of them, but I'm not really against it. Bart... Bartholomew, I believe, seem to be a much more quiet guy compared to Ryuuki and Summer, which won't overwhelm me too much.
Earlier though, I let my mannerisms slipped a bit because I assumed they wouldn't mind or at least, they won't be able to differentiate it from the rest of the other settlers due to their status as newcomers. However, Cubbinia seemed to quite observant, being able to discerned my age and behaviour as well just from introduction alone. Then again, I wasn't trying to hide it at all.
I sighed as I cleaned up the last bits of food on the table, removing other drips of drinks that fell onto the table before. I've...come to realize that I wasn't afraid of hiding who I am, my habits, actions, mannerisms and other things that I've never liked about myself.
I should be changing for the better, for Summer, for Ryuuki, for myself. I've agreed that I would be better, agreed to be less judgemental, agreed to be less...me. However, I'm still the same and I'm not satisfied with that.
I want to change. I-I...
"Kid!" My boss's voice resonated out to me, prompting me to snap my head up at him. He was already near the table that I was currently at, with the Ooblecks following loosely behind. He raised his hand up to show a folded paper, waving it towards me. "Here, take this. It's a map of the settlement, I want you to take these two to the inn." He ordered as he looked back towards the aforementioned duo, his hand with folded paper gestured to both of them.
I merely stood still and shifted my gaze towards them, before bouncing back to my boss who raised the paper towards me again. My face was blank as I processed my boss's words slowly, registering the order my boss at a moderate rate.
...what exactly is the purpo-hmm...why?
Author's Note
It has been an extremely long time since I've finally done another chapter for this story and any other story. For that, I'd like to apologise for it. Even though, I've mentioned that my updates would be inconsistent and I could only do a chapter on every semester break that I had but that doesn't make it any less my fault so I'm sorry.
I hope you guys and gals still remember me at least. If not, then it's fine.
Anyways, it has been so long that even 2020 has finally ended. It has been an incredibly harsh year for everyone and there many out there that had suffered from it, I just would like to say thank you for enduring it for so long. 2021 is a new year that will hopefully be a better one. I wish everyone a Happy New Year and also, Merry Christmas! Because, I apparently missed that too.
I also want to thank you everyone who followed so far, it has increased by 21 people after the last chapter and that is a lot of people. 67 people is basically twice the size of my class last year which is tremendous! It might hard to please everyone but I'll try my best to make it enjoyable during your stay on this joyride.
Just like before, I have the same worries that troubles me for this chapter and every chapter ahead. It is hard to improve upon something when I always spend months away from it but I try my best. This chapter took me awhile because when semester break started, I kept rereading my past chapter and also the reviews over and over again just to be better. I've rethink this chapter for awhile to see where I could carry it too. Don't worry though, I've got it all worked out in the end. This chapter may be a bit slow going, so I'm just afraid everyone would be disappointed by it.
There are some things I would like note though, I may change the title and summary on my next update. Due to the title and summary being very oddly phrased, so I want to change sooner or later. It doesn't match the idea that I had in mind anymore, so it would change to fit the idea of it. Don't worry, the trailer would still happen even if it doesn't seem like it at the moment.
The criticisms and reviews should be the same as before, make it a well-constructed one. Anyone can leave any sort of review they want, as long as you guys and gals take it easy on me. I'm not that good at dealing with hate and angry comments, sorry. The review section should just be filled with joy and happiness instead, anyone of you can even share your thought on other things like perhaps, Rwby volume 8 and what you thought of it.
Replies:
Akurar: Coincidence, I think not! Anyways, memes aside, I'm glad to see that you revisited the story again, despite my lack of appearance most of the time. You seem to have commented on most chapters and I want you to know that I value your thoughts on the story! I'm also glad that you didn't rip me into pieces with any hate comments or stuff. So far, it seems that everyone is very considerate. Yeah, the awkwardness level is supposed to be cringe and just makes me want to hide somewhere. So glad you enjoyed it.
ProfesorGoblitz: Yeah, I mean it's not really me, but Toby does have moments of lapse judgment. There are times where we would speak their thoughts out loud, even when we don't normally do so. It was just meant to be a small funny moment though, watching as Toby tries to salvage the situation the best as he can. Thanks for reviewing the chapter!
I hope everyone is still wearing masks when going out, it is our duty to prevent any further spread of the virus. 2021 is a new year ahead of us, a year where we could be a hero by preventing others from getting sick. Maybe some countries out there already have cases that are decreasing, in that case, just need to follow government instructions. But for those that has still very high cases, it is best to be the hero sometimes. You guys are great for listening to this advice, I hope to see everyone next chapter and I hope everyone enjoyed this one.
Bye!