“Sir, please, this project is vital to my company; we need you. I have a family on my-““Stop with this stupidity and get the fuck out of my face.”“Sir, please.” He pleaded, but Zion simply don’t give a fuck about the man and his company; He is cutting all his markets and shares. What a goddamn waste, he mumbled; I should have believed in my instincts.How fucked up is that.“Gab, my schedule,” He muttered while breathing to calm himself.“Mr. President, you have a lunch meeting with Mr. Ferrer, at Lacosta Ville, 3 in the afternoon, with Senator Guevara, four thirty with Vice Mayor Ancanel, you have thirty minutes idle time, five in the evening, a charity event with La Pramera Parish, eight in the evening, company anniversary, Mrs. Agusi left a note that you promised her you will attend this year, and ten in the evening will be a dinner meeting with the Korean investors, that’s all, Sir.”Zion answered by nodding, “I’m too old, yet I still have countless parties to attend, if I’m a l

“What the hell was that, huh? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” Paul exclaimed while walking phase and fort.“What? You told me that I was summoned to your time, or to your world with a sole task, that is to replace you in participating in the war, am I wrong?” Zion said while sitting with cross legs on the divan.“What are you taking me for? Dumb? You haven’t been here for at least twelve hours, and you’re telling me that you’re willing to risk your life for that?”Zion shrugs his shoulder, “We only have three weeks right? Might as well teach me what I need to learn so I can still go back to my world, who about that?”Paul gave him a suspicious look, “Don’t play—““Jeez, you know, in my world, I didn’t have to explain nor repeat myself twice, people will line up just to be able to set an appointment with me, and here I am, trying to convince this whoever you are to just teach me what I need to learn,”“Fine, make sure to prepare yourself for tomorrow, since we have a little ti

As they arrived at the park, Anya pointed out their favorite spot. "There used to be a man-made waterfall here," she said, "but it was removed for some reason. It's been a year since we last came."He didn't voice his reluctance. It wasn't that he wanted to be here; he was simply pressured by Anya and Conny. But deep down, he had no desire to join them."Lay out the blanket, Paul," Conny instructed, and he complied without complaint. Conny then placed the two baskets they had brought on the ground.She took out bread, two types of jams, fresh milk, a small container of sliced fruits, and some meats. So, this is what they do at picnics? Just sitting and eating? What's the point? Why not just eat at a restaurant? Why choose to eat outside when it's sunny?Anya called him over to sit beside her. He realized he had been standing alone, everyone else already seated and looking at him. They must have thought he was spacing out, which he was."What's the point of having a picnic outside the

As Zion continued his solitary practice in the secluded woods, the morning sun cast a warm glow over the training grounds, highlighting the intricate patterns of light and shadow that danced around him. Each movement was deliberate and precise, a testament to his unwavering dedication to honing his skills. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of keen eyes watched from the shadows, observing his every move with a careful gaze. Sagittarius, disguised as a commoner, approached Zion with cautious steps, his presence masked by the serene tranquility of the forest. He waited for a lull in Zion's practice before stepping forward to greet him. "Good morning," Sagittarius greeted Zion with a warm smile, his voice carrying a hint of familiarity. "I couldn't help but notice your impressive swordplay. I'm Sagittarius, a humble commoner who shares your passion for the art of combat." Zion paused in his practice, eyeing Sagittarius with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Good morning," he replied, his tone

As Zion continued his practice, the weight of his sword felt familiar in his hands. Each swing was deliberate and measured, a testament to the countless hours he had spent honing his skills. His movements were fluid, a seamless blend of strength and precision, as he sought to master the art of combat.In the midst of his practice, a familiar voice called out to him from the edge of the clearing. "Impressive as always, Zion," the voice said, its tone filled with a quiet confidence.Zion turned to see Sagittarius approaching, a warm smile on his face. "Sagittarius," Zion greeted him with a nod. "What brings you here today?""I thought I'd join you for a bit of practice," Sagittarius replied, his eyes scanning the training ground. "It's been a while since we've had a chance to spar."Zion nodded in agreement, gesturing for Sagittarius to join him. As they began to practice together, the rhythm of their movements echoed through the clearing. Sagittarius moved with a grace that belied his