"I swear to god, Menoka. S t o p telling me to do a higher pitch! I can't! That is my idolism weakness! Why are you so demanding!" This was another conversation that Natarii always had with her manager, Menoka. Menoka huffed, her black hair flipping over her periwinkle eyes, "It's important! You nee-"46Please respect copyright.PENANAf4U33yViSD
She was interrupted (to Natarii's relief) by a loud knock on the stained glass double doors, she turned back to Natarii, "This talk isn't done yet." (Natarii slumped) before opening the door to see a messenger, "Yes? What is it? We're busy."46Please respect copyright.PENANAmqK8gUJkSN
Natarii piped up, "Busy being tortured." Menoka clocked her in the head with her notebook. The messenger bowed slightly before handing Menoka a golden envelope, sealed with the symbol of the Eagle. Menoka stared at it, then she put on a pair of silk-like gloves and carefully took the envelope, "Natarii... it's... it's for you. I don't think you have to do high pitch anymore." She muttered, handing Natarii the envelope.46Please respect copyright.PENANAibyWHhilDh
Natarii took it and carefully broke the seal before she opened it, pulled out the white parchment, and read it.46Please respect copyright.PENANAxuu3VJcxn4
Silence.46Please respect copyright.PENANA3gOmmGc5Jw
"A request letter?"46Please respect copyright.PENANAy7Diuqt9Dc
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Monday, October 207546Please respect copyright.PENANADOy2dpcT5S
For the first time since it was first built 300 million years ago, Kik Nai's Academy had sent out a request letter to a potential student. On that day, a pretty female with dark purple hair and midnight blue eyes walked inside the large classroom and looked around, trying not to look surprised. Inyusoka watched this girl look at the dark marble desk, dark cherry floors, and tan walls, a dark red lamp flicked on- flooding the room with a red tinge.46Please respect copyright.PENANAFss2l3XyJZ
Natarii looked around the practically empty classroom until she heard a woman speak, "Natarii, yes? Please wait outside. Your classmates will come in soon enough." The woman matched her sharp-yet-gentle tone perfectly. Her hair seemed to be yanked in a flawless ponytail that fell to her waist in soft, chocolate hues, she had dark red eyes that were gentle and piercing in one phase with lovely medium skin that wasn't too tan or too pale. Her face was in a sharp structure, but was gentle at the moment- she noticed Natarii staring, "What? Is there something on my face?" She touched the side of her face consciously. Strangely enough, she seemed like an older teenager, as if she could relate to the same things as Natarii or anyone else could- which is why Natarii said, "How old are you?" She looked like she could be-46Please respect copyright.PENANAUqbnvHgmYC
"Twenty..." Oh, that made sense. "...six thousand years old." 46Please respect copyright.PENANALYvuWhqnHH
What?46Please respect copyright.PENANAF1gNBhaJmR
Natarii snapped her head up, seeing if this young woman was serious. Her sensei raised an eyebrow, "What? Do you think I'm kidding? Look at me and say it to my face." She clipped, suddenly sharper than she was five seconds ago. Natarii narrowed her eyes, barely blinking- the woman hummed in consideration as she peered at Natarii, "I see. You'll be a tough girl to handle, now won't you?" Her eyes stared through Natarii, who didn't back down. "Fine enough, my name is Inyusoka Chaimari. You can call me Inyusoka."46Please respect copyright.PENANAFmq34QAHIf