So I've created this series of drabbles involving Judal! My other Judal stories are also in here!
So just sit tight and Enjoy!
If there was anything Judal was ever proud of in his life, it was his hair.
Yes, it was his hair. Not his magic, not his status as a magi, certainly not his amount of king candidates.
It was his hair.
It was hair like no other. Soft as silk, coated with silken oil, braided with puffs of air, courtesy of the magicians of Al-Thamen's suggestion.
It was hair like no other.
It was his pride.
It was his pride, joy, happiness, (whatever you want to call it) in life.
So if someone were to cut his hair off, what would happen?
What indeed?
"Kouhanii-sama, what are you doing?"
"Shh! Be quiet! I'm going to cut off Judal's braid."
"You're going to do what?! You're going to cut off-"
"I said shush! That braid of his is way too long. He's never let me braid it before. He won't let me, no matter how many times I've asked. Well, he'll let me braid it after I-hmm? Why are you suddenly so quiet, Kougyoku?"
"K-K-Kouhanii-sama, b-b-ehind y-"
"Just who's braid are you going to cut off, Kouha? Old hag?"
"JUDAL?!"
"JUDAL-CHAN?!"
If there was anything Judal was ever proud of in his life, it was his hair.
It was his pride, joy, happiness, (whatever you want to call it) in life.
So if someone were to cut his hair off, what would happen?
What indeed?
Just ask Ren Kouha and Ren Kougyoku. They had to wear a hat for a year to hide their bald heads.
I'll upload more when I come up with them!
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