“Ahem. There were two tribes: the Dragon and—”

  “Snake tribe?” Hyeong interrupted, a hint of skepticism in his voice. “My mother told me that was an ancient story—”

  “Shush! Can’t you see I’m trying to tell you the truth?!” The book yelled, irritation seeping into its tone.

  “Oh, right. Sorry…” Hyeong muttered, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement.

  “Okay then. Ahem, the tribes were the Dragon and Snake cns- or as they called themselves,simply the Cns.The Dragon and Snake cns hated each other. People thought they fought for power, money, or fame. But no, they simply hated each other.”

  The book's pages emitted wisps of vibrant red dusts that formed into images. "It was an enmity so deep that it transcended reasons, passed down through generations like a curse. Conflict was inevitable, ignited by misunderstandings and ancient grudges that had long been forgotten.” The dust showed two people with their back-to-back, and men cshed in the background.

  "What's that?" Hyeong stared at the dusty vision on the floor.

  The book's pages rustled angrily. "If you interrupt me one st time," It warned, before softening it's tone. "If you must know, it's visual representation magic. Now be quiet."

  Hyeong decided to remain quiet.

  "Ahem. Well,many people-innocent people who had done nothing wrong- died. It couldn't be helped. The book's tone sounded less robotic and more of a wise,ancient spirit. The visual on the ground shifted to show women running away with children and men fighting and killing innocent lives. Another figure walked on the screen. All the figures of the men and women were the same but this one was different. It had something surrounding it-fire. The figure didn’t scream or cower. Fmes curled around it—not wild, but calm, like loyal companions. It walked forward, unflinching, and the chaos... simply stopped.

  "Wait,who was that?!" Hyeong needed to know who that person was.

  The book didn't answer his question.

  "Hey,aren't you supposed to help me? Who was that?!"

  "...I believe that to be you someday."

  "Me..?" Hyeong looked skeptical."I thought you said I was training to be a warrior."

  This guy...

  The book sighed. "Some warriors train to make peace between battles. They are called peace makers."

  Hyeong ignored the book's thought."Then I want to help! I want to be that cool guy!" Hyeong decred. "So make me stronger!"

  The book looked like it smirked. The magic in the air turned a deep crimson red.

  "Then your training starts now."

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  "Wait..." Hyeong sat on an empty gas canister in the dim basement, brow furrowed in thought. "Have you ever met—"

  "Yes," the book interrupted, its voice certain.

  "Wha—how did you...?"

  I am still connected to your mind.

  "Right..." Hyeong flushed, suddenly embarrassed. "What did he say?"

  The book seemed to swell with pride. "Gandhi once called my pages 'exquisite.' My words inspired him at the Inter-Asian Retions Conference, particurly the way my nguage was id out on paper."

  "Wait, back then you didn’t have a mouth?" Hyeong asked, confused.

  "No," the book replied, floating higher, as though remembering. "All my words were transferred through paper."

  "You would’ve been less annoying that way," Hyeong muttered.

  "That is correct—wha—Hey!!" The book’s markings fred bright pink in indignation.

  "Heh," Hyeong grinned, clearly amused.