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Flooded
Drizzle, rain, or storm… it does not matter. Somewhere, every drop makes a flood.
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WHEN my father told me to learn how to fight using my fists other than relying on weapons, what I though was that I must be strong, agile, and beefed so I could come out tough and every punch would bring a boulder to a crate of sand.
That is why I did not pay attention to it.
But when Cordelia and I were sailing towards the nearby capital with two strangers rowing for us, I suddenly felt the weight of responsibility I took over my shoulders.
“How do you feel? I bet your family would be glad to have you back,” she said while holding her scarf over her head against the whips of the wind.
“I feel nervous,” I admitted. “I left my boss in the canal and I do not know how to explain ev
