Chapter 4 :The Palace of yo-kai
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Chapter 4 :The Palace of yo-kai
Mr. Cake stood quietly, his mind drifting back to the past. The memories flooded him like an overwhelming tide. He thought about his family—his mother, who passed away from cancer at the age of 40, and his father, who succumbed to a tumor at 56. The pain of losing them was still fresh in his mind. His father's death had left a deep void. At 26, Mr. Cake had been old enough to understand the gravity of the loss, but young enough to feel helpless in the face of it. Two years later, before he could fully process that grief, he was transformed. He had been working in a corporate job, living a normal life until the fateful day when he encountered a radioactive cat, infected with the CVO virus. The cat was trapped, and in his attempt to help, Mr. Cake was bitten. The virus coursed through his veins, turning him into something else entirely.
Now, at 29, he was no longer human. The memories of his family—of better days—were bittersweet, like a distant dream. But they kept him grounded, reminding him of who he once was.
As Mr. Cake's thoughts lingered on these painful memories, the guide, who had remained silent until now, motioned for him to follow. They arrived at the gates of the Yo-kai Palace, where a grand figure awaited them.
The guide, now revealing his true name, spoke. "I am Crat," he said with a tone of quiet authority.
The doors to the palace creaked open, revealing a majestic sight. Inside, the palace was alive with activity. Yo-kai were training, some practicing yoga while others were deep in conversation or reading books filled with ancient knowledge. The air was thick with energy, and the space radiated a sense of peace, despite the intense focus of its inhabitants. Among them, Mr. Cake noticed several beautiful female Yo-kai. Their ethereal appearances contrasted sharply with their fierce concentration as they practiced their discipline. Each of them carried an aura of grace and power, a subtle yet undeniable presence that made it clear they were far from ordinary.
They made their way through the palace, reaching a castle-like structure where the king resided. Upon arrival, Crat approached the head of security, and after a brief conversation, they were allowed entry.
The king, a stoic and wise figure, greeted them. "Tell me about this new yokai," he said, looking at Mr. Cake. Crat began to explain the circumstances of Mr. Cake's arrival, and the king listened intently, his eyes never leaving Mr. Cake's face.
After a moment, the king spoke. "He will need rest. Every newly born yokai is weak at first. Allow him to recover mentally and physically. Take two days to rest, learn about this palace, and prepare yourself. Your training will begin afterward."
Mr. Cake's eyes wandered around the room, taking in the other yokai and their various activities. There was so much to learn, so much to process. Crat led him to a room where he could rest. But before leaving, Mr. Cake had a few questions.
"Crat," he asked, his voice filled with curiosity. "What is your real name?"
"My name is Crat," the guide replied, smiling softly. "But perhaps you are asking about my past. We will discuss that later."
Mr. Cake nodded and then pressed on with another question. "How can I grow stronger?"
Crat paused, considering his response carefully. "Strength comes from within. The more you understand yourself and your desires, the more power you will harness. But beware—too much desire can control you."
"Tell me about the king," Mr. Cake pressed. "What's his past? And is there a connection between the king and the Creator of this place?"
(Creator name= xratham)
Crat's expression hardened slightly. "There is no connection between them, at least not in the way you might think. They know each other, yes, but their relationship is not one of friendship. The creator of this palace has always been at odds with the gods of this place, including the king. But it's a story for another time."
Mr. Cake's mind raced with questions, but Crat could see his growing anxiety. "You are asking too many questions, Mr. Cake. Rest now. Your mind and body need it. We can talk more after your two days of rest."
With that, Crat left the room, leaving Mr. Cake to ponder the answers he had received and the many more questions that lingered.
As the door closed behind him, Mr. Cake's mind returned to one thought: What was the true past of the creator and the gods of the palace? And how would this knowledge shape his training in the days to come?
Author: what is the past about KING and CREATOR past?
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Write by Pratham