The Golden Watch Of Hypnosis - Chapter 21
Tenshi gaze went soft as he thought about what his mother told him once.
‘Renember, always act friendly to a victim of psychical abuse, okay? ‘
‘Unless he or she has done something bad to you, never hurt them.’
Tenshi could almost hear his mother whispering to him, his eyes slightly wettened as he thought about his mother.
After a while, he eventually found a dark alley, he rubbed his itchy eyes and calmed down.
He gazed at the zombie like girl, who looked slightly more beautiful than before .
Furthermore, his gaze towards her had slightly softened.
Ah, forget it, He might as well not torture this girl.
Besides, she can be useful.
Tenshi grinned with his eyebrows raised as he looked at the emotionless eyes of Misaki.
[Are you sure you can handle her If she turns into a hardcore yandere?]
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[Sure boss!]
Tenshi smiled and let go of Misaki’s hand as he waited for her memory to be manipulated.
In the meantime, he thought about something that has bothering him for a while.
Sakura
Yes, he was wondering something about her.
If Tenshi wasn’t here, what would’ve happen to her?
Tenshi was going to help her achieve her dreams, that’s fine, but Tenshi wondered, what would’ve happened if he wasn’t here?
In short, he could already see her dark future.
Sakura is a very timid and shy girl, a perfect housewife for some people. Also called a wallflower or a Yamato nadeshiko.
He could see that if he wasn’t here she wouldn’t be able to shed her fears, she would forever be trapped in her cage, never being able to achieve her dream as an actress.
In short, after she turns twenty or older, in order to ensure her future, her mother would marry her into a prominent family, regardless of whether she gave her consent or not.
Then, after two or three years, she would give birth and turn into a lovely mother.
She would the spend all of her life trying to please her husband and his family.
Of corse that isn’t the end, dissatisfied at her empty and regretfull life, she would grow to hate her husband and her children.
In the end, she would never be able to be happy.
The fate to forever remain as a flower vase, sounds cruel right?
She would have no other purpose in her but to dress up beautifully and smile at her husband.
Dead dreams and a ruined life, who would be able handle it?
Although he can’t say what would happen after that, he was sure that it wouldn’t end up every well for both the children and their father.
Be it suicide or the husband’s murder, Tenshi will make sure that neither happens.
Tenshi will make sure that her dreams come true, he will make it so that she can achieve her dreams, make friends and lead a good life.
He wouldn’t do it for free though. in the end, he would keep her to himself.
She can be a free bird if she wants, she can be an actress, she can do whatever she wants, but in the end, he would make her his personal Yamato nadeshiko.
Sakura was his type.
He liked her smell, her personality.
He especially liked the fact that her gentle and innocent aura reminded him of his mother.
He was certain that a girl like her wouldn’t exist in great quantities in the world.
In short, in return for his help, he will make her his wife.
Well, main wife atleast.
He couldn’t ignore his sister could he?
Tenshi grinned.
Tenshi looked at his watch and drowslily yawned.
4:51AM
[Memory Manipulation Complete]
[Would you like to watch her manipulated memories?]
Tenshi thought about it for a while before he eventually nodded.
[Initiating Flashback Sequence]
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(POV CHANGE)
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Misaki Riyama is my name.
Misaki is a really beautiful name right? Everybody in my class says that my parents named me justly.
Hot tears slid down my shoulders as I stared at the burn mark on my hand.
The burn was still slightly red, the piercing pain from the wound seeped into my heart as I heard a man yell from behind me.
“Why can’t you be like your brother?!”
A man? Nohe was my father.
Once again, tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about my father.
I always thought of him as a role model, an aspiring city councilor and a deliverer of justice.
I always used to low-key boast about him to my classmates, how my father was so modest, so family centered and whatnot.
All of that turned out to be false after I turned twelve.
Twelve, such an interesting number
An age where children from martial practitioner families get tested for their alignment towards a specific element.
I thought back then that my father was joking to me, just by practicing words from a manual, I can wield elements and bend the laws of the world with mere words?
I was excited that magic existed in this world.
After the test, I was excited to find out that my alignment was with the fire element.
It was a shame, however, that my talent for martial arts were very poor.
I could barely project qi out of my body by the time I was 13.
By 13, my little brother, a practitioner of the light element was able to turn his qi into physical objects like swords, daggers etc.
Due to me being slightly poor in terms of talent, my brother didn’t talk to me much, he always used to ignore me.
‘Light aligned martial artists are always like that. ‘
‘Arrogant and prideful, they don’t care for those beneath them.’
My sensei explained to me when I questioned her.
I felt sad that I couldn’t fulfill the hopes of my father, my father always used to scold me, however, he never once wanted to hurt me in any way.
I thought that, perhaps, he wouldn’t beat me even if I couldn’t be like my brother because I was his daughter.
I was wrong.
One day, when I turned seventeen, my father returned home, drunk.
From the doorstep, he insulted me and told me to come and help him enter the house.
I thought that he was mad at me about something, I didn’t speak and carried him to his bed.
Under the influence of alcohol
He
He
He tried to molest me. Back then, I didn’t know what he was trying to do, I was a very sheltered girl back then. I didn’t know of **** and molestation.
His hands on my breasts made goosebumps rise on my neck and arms, I didn’t know what to do.
I felt so suffocatedso cold
Should I escape or should I stay here? I thought back then.
My father undressed me, his former dazed eyes gaining a strange glint.
Just as he was about to undress, my mother discovered us.
I told my mother while crying, what my father was doing to me under the influence of alcohol.
My mother slapped my father, angry and disappointed at him.
I strangely felt a little bit better after seeing her slap him right across the face.
However, that anger didn’t last long enough as my mother returned to her usual motherly and gentle self under the coaxing of my father.
My father said that he thought that it was my mother under the influence of alcohol.
I understood that he was lying, because back then he was clearly calling me by my name when he tried to **** me.
Even though she made sure my father couldn’t molest me anymore, my father didn’t let the matter go.
After that, my father used to beat me under the guise of training in martial arts.
I knew, he was getting revenge because I told my mother that he molested me.
The fire elemental whips, batons were easily explained by saying that my father was training me using it.
Even the burns and bruises were easily explained with training.
I cried for help using bodily language, my mother never understood while my little sister and brother ignored me.
I hated them, all of them.
I always used to dote on my little brother and sister but now?
I always used to help my mother, never wishing anything bad about her, but now?
I always thought of my father as my role model but now?
One year passed under my father’s cruel ‘training’, my mother still didn’t get my body language and my siblings similarly ignored me.
The door creaked as my eyes regained their brightness.
Just you wait
I’m going to train until I achieve the strength to turn the tables
Just you wait
My hands contracted as I gnashed my teeth.
I have no family.
I will have no family.
I stood up and walked towards the room’s window and jumped down.
It was a two floored building, falling down from it wouldn’t hurt me in the slightest.
Even if it was much higher, I didn’t care. I felt that except for getting revenge against my father and my family, I had no other motive to live.
I thought in my mind as I gilded furiously across the streets in an attempt to go to my secret place.
The wooden stairs creaked as I placed my foot on them, the blood from the cracks on my nails spread out on the floor.
I grunted in annoyance as I calmly stepped on the stairs.
“iyah! ”
A girly voice came out from my mouth as I jumped towards the tree house.
I hated my voice
The treehouse wasn’t anything special, it was just a hideout for me.
A rather homely feeling could be felt in the treehouse, only a window was placed at the left side of the treehouse.
It was the only place I could feel peaceful in. I felt glad that I couldn’t see the faces of my father and my mother in here.
However in a certain corner of the treehouse
A boy was sitting while flipping through a book.
My face went furious as I saw a boy flipping through the pages of the shojo mangas I hid in the treehouse.
The boy’s face was particularly smooth, a charming grin was on his face as he chuckled while flipping through the pages of a shojo manga.
His black eyes were deep.
I hate boys.
“Hey!! ”