Smack!!

  "You've been having trouble focusing lately, Pyr."

  "I've been having strange dreams."

  "What kind of dreams?"

  "Dreams where I feel like I'm someone from another world."

  "What's in them?"

  "Massive stone buildings, carriages that move without horses, a single moon, and a red dish called kimchi... things like that."

  "You've finally lost it, haven't you?"

  "Haha... Maybe."

  "You really don’t act like a five-year-old. Staring holes through people’s chests... I can’t show my face in town because of you."

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  "By the way, doesn’t our family have some kind of mana cultivation technique or an ego sword passed down for generations?"

  "We're commoners, Pyr. Now, pick up your sword again."

  But it’s real.

  Since last year—or maybe even before that?—I’ve been having these strange dreams.

  Am I dreaming right now?

  Or is this reality the dream?

  After waking up, I sometimes can't tell the difference.

  One year old? Two years old?

  I don’t remember much from when I was that young,

  but maybe something happened to me back then.

  And so, eight more years passed.