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بدأت بكتابة رواية خيالية لمانغا "عودة الطائفة إلى جبل هوا" باللغة الإنجليزية.

Dear Bald Monk, You once told me that I would grow up and that the longing for discovery would grow with me all the time. In our little temple, you and I are the rest of the orphan children whom you have chosen to be our guide, parent, and nursery. I find myself finding solace every day within the walls of our small temple that is almost collapsing on our heads. How do I convince my grandchildren that their grandmother found comfort in the cold air that descended on our village, or on the hard and soft ground at the same time, or in the half-broken pots in which we ate dry rice in the summer and plenty of water in the winter?

Pages of memory are stained with fleeting scenes from a previous memory. Many corpses around a place, a devil sitting on a mountain of corpses, and a young man with short black hair raised in a ponytail. His hand was cut off and the other was holding a sword. I try to catch it, but I am unable to do anything. I tried to raise her legs, but wait, I can’t feel her legs, her blood mixed with them. With the blood of the rest of the bodies

Her eyelashes rise to reveal her eyes. Ruichirono looks around. It was morning, despite the barely reaching sunshine, but her mind is forced to wake up despite its fatigue. Ruichirono raises her back and looks around her room, then looks at her hands. Why is this small mind pushing me to remember my past? Those harsh moments. Those tears. Pain is the sin of entering a war that still haunts her, “Hwasan...” she whispers with her dry eyelids as she looks at the ceiling.

She gets up from the bed and looks at her eyes. Her hair is small, short, black, her eyes are wide, and her skin is light white, stained with some pimples. She puts her hands on her face and squeezes his cheeks. “Oh, that’s a damned face.” She mumbles under her breath, then looks at me a few times again. “I was beautiful in my previous life, and now I’m like a piece of junk.” "

She sighs, then sits on the edge of the bed, then looks around, then gets up and opens her empty closet, which contains two shirts with a crossed collar, the edges of which are colored green, and on the chest a double-clover logo, which indicates that she is a third-class student in the lowest faction of the Qigen sect, two skirts, two pants, and a kitchen apron. And a box containing lost things that she collected. She picks up a pair of pants and a shirt, changes her clothes, and puts her old clothes in a small basket in the corner of the room to wash them later. Then she walks to a dressing table that contains a broken comb and a comb. Then she begins to comb her hair, then opens a drawer, picks up scissors, and cuts the ends of her hair short, then picks A white ribbon, she ties her hair into a ponytail, then returns the scissors to their place and leaves a room after closing it, then she walks through corridors until she reaches the end of a hallway, then she opens a door and continues walking until she leaves a faction, then she starts walking towards a cliff, she sits, then she looks at the dawn light, and she sits cross-legged under a tree. And you start meditating

Every time she closed her eyes, that scene replayed until she had had enough. She leaned her back against a tree and continued to watch quietly until the sun had completely risen. Her eyes greeted the sun with several blinks, then she looked up at the sky. “Will I meet you again? Cheung Myung?” She whispers as the wind rustles through her hair

It was a bright day for the fall season, despite a cloudy sky, some sunlight around it, and some gentle wind breezes interspersed with falling maple tree leaves to announce the fall season, the season of sweet potatoes and pumpkin.

In Jiangxi Province, on the edges of dense forests, there was a girl walking while humming, her short black hair falling on her shoulders, swaying in the autumn wind, and her wide black eyes with long eyelashes flaring around her as she hummed a symphony.

In the middle of a natural tranquility that exceeds the tranquility of the Shaolin sect’s prayer halls, 10-year-old Ruichirono stands on the edge of a cliff, looking at the nature that brings tranquility to its inhabitants.

Amidst the calm of Mother Nature, interspersed with the sound of boys who are training, they are third-class disciples of the Clover Faction of the Qigen Sect. The students’ ages range from 7 to 19 years old, wearing white training clothes with thick green edges, and on their chests a double clover symbol to indicate that they are in the lowest hierarchy of the Qigen Sect.

Ruichirono looks up at the wide sky with her eyes black and tries to cling to the last hope of preserving the tranquility of Mother Nature before the deadlock is broken by the voice of a boy with upturned brown hair and blue eyes, Jung Mo, the leader of the third-class students, or Saihong, as all the third-class students know him.

“Ruichirono, hurry up and join the training before Saeong Dongjong scolds us,” he says as he drags her wrist to a group of students while Ruichirono is lost in love with nature.

Ruichirono finally looked at him and sighed, "I'll catch up with you."

Ruichirono looks up at the sky and remembers her previous life 100 years ago, where Ruichirono was side by side with the Cheonigmyeong Plum Blossom Saint.

100 years ago, Ruichirono was an 80-year-old woman with long black hair that fell down her back, wide black eyes decorated with black eye shadows, and skin lighter than rice. She was waving her fan and attracting the gazes of martial artists from all sects towards her.

But now she is just a student of the Clover faction, the lowest faction in the Chigen sect, which is known as the source of various free martial arts and even a sect frequented by those who love ninja methods and assassination.

Ruichirono looks at the sky one last time, then walks to join a group, while fleeting memories from her previous life come back to her mind, all the memories of her time in the Mount Hua Sect, going back and forth, as if trying to pull her into the vortex of the past, where she was known to be the concubine of a Plum Blossom Saint and his wife was alone, even though he was being sarcastic. Drunkard dedicated his life to the Mount Hua Sect

Ruichirono looks on her way and then joins the group of returnees to the Chigen sect, a single sect that has its headquarters in a cave in the middle of a forest. The deeper you go, the more you find a faction that is five sects, a maple leaf faction, and the lowest of them is a clover faction.

You enter Ruichirono through a sect gate, then go deeper into a cave, and each path leads you to a faction. Ruichirono walks with her brothers behind a Elder to the front for a long time, then they turn to the left to be met by a medium-sized gate bearing the logo of a five-pointed clover. A door opens and students enter, then they spread out to relieve themselves after giving another greeting to Elder Jigal. Du is one of the three elders in charge of the Clover faction

My name is Ruichirono or Yasmine, . This is a blog that I expect to start writing about a lot of works. Works

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Demon Slayer

Blue lock

Haikyuu

Jujutsu Kaisen

Manho:

The return of the Mount Hua Sect

Doctor Reborn

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