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Early in the morning, Obito sat up with a long yawn and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at the small clock beside his bed.
5:00 a.m.
He blinked once.
Then twice.
“...That’s earlier than I expected.”
He had practiced the leaf-sticking exercise until late last night and wasn’t even sure he’d wake...
By the time he reached his house, the sun had already dipped below the rooftops. A faint orange glow lingered at the edges of the sky, fading into the quiet blue of evening.
As Obito stepped inside, the smell of warm rice drifted from the kitchen. When he peeked in, he saw his grandmother...
The instructor’s whistle cut through the afternoon air, marking the end of sparring.
Students began drifting away in small groups, chattering about their matches. Obito headed to the infirmary first to get his wounds checked, then he trudged toward the classroom building to grab his bag...
Students whose names were called stepped into the training field, taking positions on opposite ends. The instructor had them perform the Seal of Confrontation before signaling them to begin.
Both boys charged at each other, throwing punches and kicks. Their movements were wild and clumsy, with...
"Obito?" one boy blurted out.
"Who else?" Obito replied, calmly stepping inside. Rin followed, smiling behind him.
Whispers broke out immediately.
"He's back…"
"He looks a bit different."
"How come he's on time?"
Near the back, Might Gai—dressed in his usual dark green jumpsuit—sprang to...
The next morning, before dawn had fully broken, Obito arrived at the small training ground behind his house.
The air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of dew. He drew a steady breath, then began… stretching.
Forward bends, side stretches, and arm pulls across his chest. Then, as he felt...
The scent of simmering miso soup and freshly steamed rice filled the air, making his stomach grumble in protest.
At the low table, his grandmother was arranging plates—rice, pickled vegetables, and a small piece of grilled fish.
She looked up as he entered, her wrinkled face softening into a...
The only surprising bit is that it happened somewhere other than Earth.
Decent way of doing it. While OL could provide enough resources to setup a colony for all of them, organising so many at once would be very difficult.
Konoha Village
Inside a modest room, a boy sat cross-legged on the floor. Loose strands of black hair clung to his forehead.
His eyes were shut in deep concentration, hands fixed in the Ram seal as he refined chakra.
Minutes slipped by. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple, and faint wisps...
...of the Night's Watch mistaking snow and ice clinging to a beast's fur for armour.'
A Treatise On The Ruby Order, by Maester Kennet Bracken
*****
Dragonstone, Westeros, 298 AC
"So, we caught you. You tried everything you could think of, and it didn't work. You can't kill us."
Ser Jon...
Heh. I'm guessing Clark hasn't had to read Kryptonian numbering for a bit, which explains his difficulty in converting them into English. Much like with old Roman enumeration. And I expect the engrams are there to provide detailed background as needed.
I can see this taking a while...
Sounds to me like an alright guy. I mean, if he had actually managed to go to those extremes, he would have been an fairly average dark hero, so long as he saved enough people.
If her time was already served it wouldn't be a parole interview.
Also, Kal-El wouldn't even consider not releasing someone who already served their time.
“I swear I’ll love you from now on so come back to me!” is unfortunately akin to cheap heroin now, it’s everywhere and usually not in quality stories 😔
It's actually quite nice seeing this group talk things over and plan things together. Just a few chapters ago they wouldn't have been able to due to hostility.
It's good to see positive progress for the various relationships.
ignores
They didn't have scans?
Quick google returned this: https://dcthegathering.com/store/
Under a red or other non-yellow/blue sun, what's a typical Kryptonian life span? From context of the rest of the chapter, it seems they still age while in the Zone?
"Az-Rel is one of the few...