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"For how long are you going to sleep, Yang? It's already past morning! Wake up, change your clothes, eat your breakfast, and go train at the dojo already, you lazy bum!"
"Ugh?! Who the hell do you think you are— Ah?!"
Louis' eyes widened as he found himself in a completely different world, at a different time, in a different present.
He looked around and realized his body was small. He had long black hair and wore simple Asian clothes like those from ancient China.
"What the…?"
As he examined the old wooden shack that served as his home in the poorest streets of this nameless city, a grumpy old man kicked him in the face.
"Agh!"
"Who do you think you are, talking to your father like that, you little bastard?"
Louis rolled across the ground, feeling the pain as if it were real. He looked around in panic, breathing heavily.
But then he slowly calmed down and began to meditate.
Within his soul, he could feel his treasures resonating with his intent.
