Chapter 429.
<strong>Chapter 429. Soul Exchange. (1/7)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">As soon as I parked up outside the thicket of trees, I let out a long sigh.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You sure took your time.” I was a bit startled when I heard Rosa’s voice. My head darted about but I didn’t see her. It was pretty dark.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where are you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I looked up and discovered she was seated on one of the thick tree branches of what appeared to be an elm tree. My knowledge of trees was undoubtedlycking. Rosa sat atop it in a leisurely fashion with her legs dangling off one side while swinging them back and forth in the air.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing up there?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She lifted up a pair of binocrs on herp, grinned, and exined, “Getting a good view of the show. How was it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How was what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your little idental kiss with sleeping beauty. Hehehe, I couldn’t stopughing when I saw it from up here you know. You’ve got to tell me everything that happened leading up to it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you apologizing for?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even if it was an ident, it shouldn’t have happened. I should have been more careful to avoid letting that happen.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She didn’t really react that much to it though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She woke up but thought it was a dream.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahahaha! Seriously?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. I was somehow able to go along with it and y it off sessfully. She seems to still think it was a dream she had.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, so the second time you kissed her was you ying it off?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What a terrible guy. Deceiving girls like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s better for her if she thinks it was just part of a dream.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it''s up to you I guess. I like that girl though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you going toe down?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… I’lle down in a bit. If you keep walking straight you’ll find the campfire and tent. The food’s still warm, you should eat before it gets cold.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait up there, I’ll be right back.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t bother to exin. I headed over to the campsite and confirmed what she cooked. It was wrapped up in a sheet of aluminum foil. She’d made a burger and it actually looked and smelled quite good.
<span style="font-weight:400">We carried around a few condiments, spices, and some fresh local produce we bought from the towns and cities along the way. We hadn’t purchased meat though, so it seemed she caught something in a trap and prepared it while I was away.
<span style="font-weight:400">I guess she turned it into ground meat by slicing the meat into thin slices and cutting up those thin slices further. She’s seriously way too reliable.
<span style="font-weight:400">I put on a sweater, stuffed the burger wrapped in foil in the side pocket, then returned to the tree Rosa was seated atop.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you eating?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I will. I’ming up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She smiled and yfully teased, “Hehe, can you really make it all the way up to me though~?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No idea, probably not, I’ve never actually climbed a tree before.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s unexpectedly honest of you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have, however, watched people climb palm trees on beaches to get coconuts as a child though. They always made it look so easy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then let’s see you try, just don’t fall and get hurt~”
<span style="font-weight:400">I removed my belt and wrapped it around the back of the tree trunk.
<span style="font-weight:400">Using it as an anchor point I leaned back as I put one foot down on the tree trunk. I raised my other foot above it and took my first step up. I slid the belt up the back of the tree trunk and repeated the process three more times. On the third repetition, my heart nearly leaped through my chest as I messed up the timing and slid back down to the bottom.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I thought I was about to die there. Haha… that was… scarier than expected.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha! That wasn’t bad though for your first attempt. I thought you were going to climb it with just your hands, I didn’t expect you to whip out your belt.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you climb it only using your hands?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Naturally.” She confirmed in an overly smug fashion.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you secretly a monkey disguised as a human or something?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I do like to monkey around. Maybe when you get here you’ll get to find out whether or not I really am one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Please don’t, I really don’t want to fall to my death because you’re monkeying around.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d just save you like the time you fell from the school roof.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s no snow this time to cushion the fall.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not as high up though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t do something that will get yourself hurt.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hehehe, then just don’t fall and I won’t have to, dum-my~.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I made a second attempt to try and climb it. This time I made it thirty feet off the ground and came into contact with the first tree branch. I held the two ends of the belt together in my right hand and reached out to grab the tree branch with my left but I slid down the trunk again. Only this time I lost my grip on the belt when I was about ten feet off the ground. Inded t on my back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ssssss.” A hiss leaked out of my mouth as I winced. That seriously hurt.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you okay!” Rosa cried out in a fluster.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I opened my eyes, Rosa had a worried look on her Rosa’s face and she seemed ready to immediately jump down to my side. I felt a strange warm fuzzy feeling sprout in my heart.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine. It was just a little fall, nothing too big.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But it looked like it hurt.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sort of used to it. I took a lot of hard falls as a kid and learned how to take them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you suggesting that your mother dropped you as a child?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t mean it like that!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Then how?”
<span style="font-weight:400">With my back to the ground I gazed up at Rosa and the tree illuminated under the rays of the moon peeking through the gaps in the leaves as the memories of those days slowly surfaced while we talked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, in simple terms, let’s just say there was a lot of roughhousing on ygrounds in my elementary school during recess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you mean you were bullied a lot. I see. I see. It makes sense.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s more from ying basketball.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? You yed basketball? Yeah right. Who are you trying to fool here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not lying, I really did back then and even enjoyed it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you join your school team?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There wasn’t anything like that in elementary school. But there were teams at my middle school.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Did you join any?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… well, I actually did. Or at least, I tried it out for a while. Just for my first year in middle school. I guess it just wasn’t a fit for me though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean? Did you suck that much?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes and no.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I was pretty athletic back then. I was good if I yed alone and I could beat most people in a one-on-one. I couldpete on even footing against the kids who were chosen for the A and B teams, but I was put on the developmental team, the worst of them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? If you canpete with them, why''d you get dumped on the developmental team?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, there were a few reasons I guess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Like what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“When it came to ying on a team of five people, I was clueless,pletely lost. I didn’t know how to coordinate or get along with others. The concept of teamwork made no sense to me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see, I see. I can definitely see that happening with your friendless nature.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not the only reason though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? What other excuses do you have?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, yeah, I guess it is a cheap excuse. Ethnic background had a factor to y. My middle school was mostly popted with one major ethnic group. A lot of the teachers were from the same ethnic group, and outsiders typically weren’t very wee. They stuck together a lot. If you weren’t one of them and not part of their tight-knit circle, you didn’t really get to belong. You were essentially not wee there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What, did you also get bullied in middle school because of that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wouldn’t say that. Elementary might be considered being bullied, but middle school was more like being treated as if you didn’t even exist. It’s more like your presence wasn’t acknowledged.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s basically bullying, isn’t it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, with bullying your existence is at least acknowledged to a certain extent.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”