Chapter 1: The poor orphan (chapter 1)
The Poor Orphan (Chapter 1)
Henry Osa awoke to the beginning of a new day. After cleaning up, he picked up the broom that was sitting in the corner of his small room and left.
He stretched slightly as he stood in front of the door. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he gazed up at the hint of grey in the early morning sky. He was savoring this peaceful moment before opening his eyes again and beginning to rake the leaves and dirt off the ground.
Put on his usual worn-out, ragged attire, which he appears to have outgrown. The color of the old clothes, which did not go with the outfit, brought out the youth's years of solitude and loneliness. Osa is currently only capable of working as a sweeper. It pays little, but it is better than nothing at all, since getting a better job is difficult and requires connections or the strength to make people recognize you.
Osa does not currently have any of these things.
Osa was born with a trash F-grade talent that prevented him from being anything more than a regular human in a world where the powerful pray on the weak. "Good thing I still finished my high school education if not I might have been mistakenly killed by those hybrid in school," he thought to himself as he swept the floor.
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MICHAEL_HENRY Hello readers, Since this is my first novel to be published, I ask that you pardon any errors you may find. I will try not to repeat them in the subsequent chapters.
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