Cursed

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One Wrong Move
He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. In a matter of days, Raine Shiba was right back home, cast back in the shadow of a tyrant.

How'd this happen again...? he thought to himself.

KurosakiHisana (talk)

On Thursday, Raine was busy scribbling down notes in Remnant Economics, making sure not to let down his brunette and somewhat taller teammate sitting next to him. Though Saige didn't show the same level of determination, she was diligent in her note-taking, and sat calmly in her seat with her notebook on the table before her—bullet points neatly defined, and facts clearly organized into their respective sections. The teacher before them seemed to be having a blast, lecturing the class on Dust shipping and manufacturing.

"So!" she exclaimed, whacking her pointing stick against the holographic SmartBoard at the front of the room. At the tip of the pointer, there was a map of the world, and little markers to indicate what appeared to be shipping crates being transported worldwide. "Dust is a vital source of income, and is used as 70% of the construction on manmade materials we use today. From your desk, to your textbooks, to your weapons. Why, you're practically sitting on Dust~!"