Disclaimer I can’t fucking write

風輝-“Fuuki” Gyaru’s name

Epilogue of the epilogue:

Goburou, my father told me about life back in Duluk, he said it was rough, ore was plenty but food
wasn't. Tales about his neighbor's children going off to war never to come back. And with the
realization, he might have to send his children to their deaths he took off for greener pastures. He
eventually found a new home in Arkhan's Roost and lived by utilizing skills he gained from being a
renowned smith back home. He entered metal works which found value in his knowledge eventually
gaining a high-paying position while occasionally taking commissions to hammer out weapons for
people earning friendship with the nearby weapon shop owner.

Epilogue:

Growing up Rous was hammered to shape much like how a sword was tempered, Rou trained him into a
warrior that for his age was to be reckoned with. Still, he might be able to fight with sword and spear
but society runs with words and pen. Unfortunately for him he wasn’t very charismatic and on top of
being a hobgoblin he wasn’t very good with words, as a result, he earned the attention of a certain boy
of high status, Mirryn.

One day while Mirryn was picking on Rous he received an unexpected concussion from someone’s sole,
a flying kick out of left field that sent him soaring. Here appears a girl in a skirt with her hair tied up
above her forehead a jacket tied to her hips, lips glistening, cheeks flushed, a beauty!... If it wasn’t for
the ridiculous situation unfolding in front of Rous. “You good?” she asked the Rous. “I WAS JOKING!” a
scream from the bushes roared. ““Oh…….””. after both parties’ profuse apologies, “ uh name’s Fuuki,
sorry about that but to be fair you totally looked like the bad guy” “yeah, sorry but I don’t think it’s good
to be throwing flying kicks out of fucken nowhere” Mirryn exclaimed while he was picking leaves and
thorns out of his hair and clothes. “Uhh yeah is that uncool? Should I have come from the front?” “I
don’t think that’s the point” Rous finally speaking noticing Mirryn too confused to even utter a word
“Rouson btw you can call me Rous I guess.” “Mirryn, goddamn that hurt but y’all wanna go for some ice
cream?” ““srsly?”” Unbeknownst to them at the time, this is where a deep friendship would bloom

A few years later

Rouson tagged along with Mirryn for an educational walk, they overhear a scream coming from an alley.
Following the sound, they find some street thugs cornering a girl. Rouson almost immediately tries to
pull a Fuuki and gracefully landed the sole of his shoe in one of the thug’s temples, however not so
gracefully spraining his ankle in the process and landing, or more like crashing down in pain. Mirryn,
quick on the uptake, tosses a gizmo that restrains the thug that went flying and pulls out another item
that produced a blinding light that disabled the other thug that turned towards him and in that instance,
Mirryn grabs a piece of wood from a pile of trash and swings it like a baseball bat. Two concussions, a
crying girl. And a stunned Rouson later some guards coming towards the commotion sees 3 people on
the ground with Mirryn standing menacingly with a piece of now broken wood. “ah shit, now now, I
know this looks bad” Mirryn puts his hands up and tries to explain but is cut off by one of the guards
“Shut it, criminal scum.”. Rouson still in pain and stunned admiring Mirryn’s handiwork couldn’t say
anything as his friend is dragged away. One of the guards approach him and the crying girl “You’re safe
now. Stay put and we’ll get you some help” said the guard somewhat proudly with her chest puffed.
Now finally processing the situation Rouson tries quickly to explain the situation but falls on deaf ears as
he stumbles on his own words. The guard runs to get help. Rouson unable to even walk properly just
decided to calm the crying girl down. Outside the alley, Fuuki is walking while eating an ice cream cone
her aunt treated her to. “She suddenly took off again” Fuuki was slowly trailing her aunt that ran off, she
just misses the guards that were dragging Mirryn away and sees her aunt running out of an alley. “Fuuki!
Perfect timing, quickly, come with me!” The female guard- her aunt drags her by the unoccupied hand
into the alley “Eh? Wai- ah my ice cream “. Arriving at the alley she spots Rouson sitting on the floor
chatting with a girl. “Hoh?” she leaks out smugly looking at her friend. “Eh, wait Fu wait don’t
misundersta” Fuki cut him off “What exactly am I misunderstanding huhhhhh.”. “Hmm? You know each
other? Wait that doesn’t matter quickly help them,” Said her aunt pointing at an unconscious man
bleeding from his head, she then leaves again to get some more help. Though Fuuki was surprised she
didn’t notice the two men she started healing them soon after. “Fu, me too, please,” Rou says pointing
at his sprain. After standing up Rous explains the situation to Fuuki.” Ahh fine I’ll take care of it just
come with me” Some more guards show up to take the thugs away and help the girl who has now
calmed down. They arrive at the guardhouse inside of which was Mirryn getting grilled.” I KEEP TELLING
YOU IT WASN’T ASSAULT! Well it was but IT WAS JUSTIFIED”

I made sending stones as a school project

as a graduation requirement I made the All-Purpose-Tool