Nov 24, 2025
"The whelp is sick. Don't expect anything out of this stupid thing."
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"The whelp is sick. Don't expect anything out of this stupid thing."
you guys are so awesome :)
"...I am not."
"Thank you... I am trying my best."
"I as well- thank you very kindly."
"Aww, thank you so much, you're awesome too!"
Mi-Rae and the little one do not say anything, but seem to perk up imperceptibly.
Young prince i am sure there are other sources of power out there. You just know that the sword is a posion gift. You could try to expand your skill set if swordmenship alone is not enough to get you where you wish to be maybe you could learn a little bit of magic. Somthing like a small bit of healing or some weak shields would help you last longer in a fight for a seemly small amount of study time if you keep it focused to that alone. Anything is possible if you spend enough time banging your head against a brick wall you just have to decide its worth the headache it causes.
The young prince is deeply disheartened. In his childish hubris, he had constructed a future for himself where he struck down every opponent with a single slice, would lead patrols on his own, could become powerful enough to maybe even rid the kingdom of the licorice sea... and perhaps earn at least a meagre moment of recognition from the king.
All that is gone now. His training had stagnated, and the cursed sword was his last hope. That dream has been entirely dashed.
"A poison gift is what I deserve..."
Dark Choco sighs.
"Though... your words are wise. I don't... know where I would learn magic from, however... the magic-wielding tribes have all but been extinguished..."
"Perhaps... the Vanilla Kingdom is an option, I suppose... their king is a healer I believe..."
"I can focus. I can do this. I can do anything. I'm the son of an Ancient..."
"...thank you. Let's hope my candy skull can take the beating."
Hurried footsteps pound in increasing intensity until-
SLAM!!
"NOBODY INVITED ME??!!"
The young prince has arrived! The prince was indeed sent an invite, but we suppose it may have gotten lost, or something may have happened to the mail carrier in the mountains... regardless, they are fashionably late and available for asks now! They are scared of the future seeing all the cursed old people around them!
"I suppose it is rather nice not having any odd children wandering here and there like they have the jellywalker disease... bones and all... especially the one who bridges the gap between this world and their strange one, since they are sick and studying..."
"Life feels... slow, currently. Everyone else has someone or somewhere to return to. Some of these other versions of myself even have fathers. I wonder what it must be like to have something to lose again, but it isn't like I deserve anything anyway."
"I will leave my submission in the letterbox. I am merely reaching out to whoever sees this to ask what entertainment they seek. Am I fulfilling my role? Am I worth something? Although, I wonder if it will even make it through; the child's parent honestly might be worse than my own. They are so... hostile."
"And who, may I ask..."
"...gave you the authority to say such a thing about my pathetic child?"
young prince if everyone tells you not to go for the sword that means no one found it worth it. Most likely it did not achieve the goal of why you wanted power it in the first place or caused so many problems that the happyness of geting the power was cancelled out.
"...oh."
"I... see... I suppose..."
"Perhaps you are right. That was... somewhat my life plan though... if at least for the next few years... I genuinely do not know what to do with myself then. What do I strive for? What will more training do? I will always be a disappointment. I will always be an unwanted child."
"Th-thank you for this message, however. Even if I feel my father would rather have me out of the picture one way or another... and a fatal curse does not sound all that bad..."
The young prince seems to have finally given up on their quest for the Strawberry Jam Sword, despite the pain and loss of purpose it gives them. They feel lost, for there is nothing for them to work towards anymore. They feel ever-unworthy of being their father's child.
A hand rests on their shoulder. It is Mama Choco.
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"H-... hello...? That is... a very enthusiastic greeting. Witches help me... uh, do you know where exactly this is..? And where on earthbread did you get pink ink from... nevermind, it uh, looks pleasant."
"...how are you?"