![]() “Sure,” Ninten said, staring for quite a while at the beaker’s label. The combination is precise and we cannot afford any mistakes.” “We’ve got to be very careful with these, Ninten. “Now,” Lloyd handed Ninten a beaker of some rather potent chemicals. “Yipe!” Ninten jumped in his seat and tried to regain his composure. “Ninten!” The teacher said again, very loudly and very close to Ninten. Ana cast Defense Up on Ninten and hoped for the best. Everyone turned to Ninten, who seemed oblivious to the question. Ana raised her hand abruptly as a last ditch effort, but it was in vain. The teacher glanced across the room, and her eyes locked on Ninten. “Who can give me a good example of tactile imagery from last night’s reading?”Ī few hands went up. ![]() Ana knew the teacher was big on student engagement and participation, so she smiled and tried to look as attentive as possible. “Now,” The teacher said, turning to face the class. He was not taking notes at all, and staring absently towards a corner. She glanced a few seats down where Ninten was sitting. The teacher was discussing something about imagery, and Ana took notes halfheartedly. Second period english at Twinkle High was never super interesting. Ninten had school that day, but even upon arriving the song was still firmly stuck in his head. He opened his eyes, ready to start the day, and heard the Eight Melodies running through his head. Ninten still thought of it from time to time, but today his memories crept up in a different form. It had been three years since he had stopped the invasion.
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