To the extent that the eye could see, the sky was stretched. Its brilliant ocean color seemed to go on forever. It was the month of December. There were no woolly clouds hanging over the sky. Only the cold wind of winter swirled there.Just then, two steely-black aircraft abruptly swooshed across the sky. They had the shape of a massive eagle: two wings, a tail, and a beak. That much would have been enough to fool the human eye. In fact, it was for these purposes that bombers were designed. Indeed, this stealthiness was what made these bombers one of humanity's most valuable inventions, and a catastrophic invention. One could say that its ability to carry weights over ten tons made it a very effective invention. In reality, it was more about its ability to create havoc with its unfathomable speed of 1000 miles per hour at its maximum, along with impeccable bomb control.At the moment, they were speeding at 670 miles per hour. And with that much speed, they disappeared from view in t

Aim, that might be a dangerous word. The days of my childhood swiftly flowed as water, not knowing how it ended. I was already fourteen, and now I got admission to one of the best school—a military school. I was just a child who needed assistance like every child. But, as I spent most of my time in hostels, I was a lot different from most children. "Fine by me, I have stayed before also, mom," I said to my mom. "Still, you're my child." Then, at that point, abruptly, all of a sudden came the guards, "Sorry, sir and mam. It's already past time. Your son needs to be present in the evening toll." "Of course, yet one minute, sir" "Just a minute. He needs to hurry. All children are already there." Said the guards and went to back where they came from. "Shimada, we know it might be hard to be here for 6 years. However, it's everything for your future." "I know." "Then, son. Now, we need to go. Have this money," My father took some money out of mom's purse and handed me and continue

As I stood in front of the window, a few petals leaped from the softly flushed group of sakura flowers as they swayed with the rhythm of the wind swooshing. Nearly every color under the gleaming sun was present in the garden.I was already more than two years old at this point—more precisely, I was two years and three months old.Thanks to the calendars, I was able to figure out my exact age.The calendars in this place were made in a similar manner as the earth. A year had 365 days, and months were divided into 12 months—Regulus, Sturnus, Ciconia, Turdus, Arquata, Epops, Fulvus, Buteo, Morus, Platalea, Crecca, Vanellus. So did the four seasons. Epops, Fulvus, and Buteo were in the summer; Vanellus, Regulus, and Sturnus were in the winter; Ciconia, Turdus, and Arquata were in the spring; and Morus, Platalea, and Crecca were in the fall. The current month was Ciconia, which signified that the spring season had officially begun.(Undoubtedly, it does remind one of earth. Hah! In those good

"Hah." Sitting on a cushioned sofa, I let out a long sigh—a decent soft one. I was waiting for my dad inside a guest room at the dragon foundation. It just so happened that the room matched my personal room. I was thus basically in my preferred location in the room. That was, in front of the window in order to reach the magnificence of this world. Which was plainly a lie. I wanted to kill some time, and I wondered if anything strange might occur here. Such as terrorist assaults. Oh, no, not that one. I may be in a dangerous scenario. a monster ravaging, perhaps. No, that would endanger me as well. In the end, it was best to take a few deep breaths.The delicate breeze delicately brushed against my face as I watched the twisting mists dashed with one another in a dark blue sky. Trilling birds joyfully moved around overhead as the trees waved their hand in energy. "I'd truly appreciate it if I could smack these confirmations in the faces of cosmologists." I mumbled to myself.I was bey

After deciding to go, we went via the door that was close to the front desk. There was no doubt that the reception area was large. It served as both a reception area and a starting point for connecting to other rooms like a hub does. The space was clearly long and rectangular in shape. Each breadth had a single door, one close to the reception and one at the entrance from which we entered. Moreover, each length had two doors, one of which was made of glass and the other of which was built of woods. My dad and I entered the building through the glass doors. The door next to the reception desk was the one we needed, so. As necessary, we walked over to the door. Opening the door revealed a long path. Definitely a charming ancient path! The hallway was straight and had windows on both sides. In addition, there were pillars that appeared creamy and had human-like statues atop them on short supports. I was definitely getting a noble sense from it. Fresh air met us as we exited the room. Wi