The Plagiarist

This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

Sparrow Translations

Atlas Studios

Carefree Path of Dreams

Dozens of archers drew their bows in the formation and loosed their arrows in unison.

The arrows moved along a curved path in the air gracefully, much like the shape of Death's scythe, and flew towards the white tiger steadily.

The white tiger gave a ferocious roar as it jumped several yards away.

The rain of arrows covered a large area. Even though there was much friendly fire, many of the arrows landed on the white tiger's body.

Metallic rings reverberated through the air as the arrows impacted the white light surrounding the white tiger's body and fell to the ground.

Even so, the white light flickered and looked as if it was fading.

Beasts could prey on humans but humans could kill beasts too!

Numerous soldiers sprang forth as the army officers called for a charge.

White Foxes