The Home That Eternally Blossoms [Samson's Home]

[The Town Taunts Hadou]

A home that's sturdy, durable, and able to withstand the toughest of conditions. Behind the home is a secret training grounds, hidden by bamboo. Cherry blossoms bloom beside the house and yes...it does have everything needed to survive: clothes, food, water, and electricity...along with nature.
 

[The Town Taunts Hadou]

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Samson moves into the home and drops his stuff, sighing and turned the lights on. He sat himself down on his bed and then lied down on his bed, looking up to the ceiling. It was official, he was bored and such...yo.

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" あなたは一度だけ住んでいるので、二度死ぬことはない。" -- ❀ -- ❀ -- ❀ --XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

 

[The Town Taunts Hadou]

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❝ミスを過ごした人生はもっと立派な、しかし何もしないで過ごした人生よりも便利なだけではありません。
(A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.)❞

Samson had reached home, it had been awhile since he had been back here. He couldn't escape a feeling, like something was picking at the back of his neck and he didn't know what it was. "It seems as if someone close to you has passed, Samson," said the female voice within him, he didn't understand. Was it his father? Did his time finally come? He was so confused. Someone close to h-...no...it couldn't have been him of all people. He was one to be too strong to die, there were so many words that weren't said...so many words that couldn't be said. Not now. Not anymore. He sat within a darkened home and watched the clock tick for an hour, staring at it with a blank and cold stare, knowing who had died when the clock struck 12. "Kleine..." Samson muttered as he gripped the pillow that he was holding, he didn't want to believe it.