RedMoon

World: In the palm of my paw, so... vast yet small. I stared at the ceiling of the dormitory, indulging in a moment of idleness. I didn't really mind dreaming about sword practice, but I wouldn't object to dreaming about something more pleasant, like... like... oh, Rationalism, how could I be so pathetic? However, another part of dream... I placed my palm over the left side of my chest, feeling my heart still pounding fiercely, accompanied by a strange emotion. It felt

Because Richter touched Luther's arm, he felt guilty, as well as afraid of being misunderstood. Luther is his orderly, and Richter is an admiral, so there's a power imbalance (plus, Luther is 20 years younger).

Later on, we'll see some small tricks beyond just controlling water.

Master Qana also said, "But you must recognize, wielding a sword means you will hurt people." So, it all depends on Richter's choices in the future.

Surprise: Humility needs practice - usually by taking a beating. "'Frost,' starting stance." I gave the command, and Luther assumed the corresponding stance. Barely passable, but acceptable. I tapped him lightly between the ears with the flat of my blade. "Ow!" he yelped in protest, holding his head with a pained expression. "What was that for?" "I should be asking you the same thing." I sighed and sidestepped, holding my sword single-handedly, leveling it at my c

I rubbed my ears. Qana's shouting still echoed in my head, causing a bit of pain. It had been nearly half an hour since the scolding, a testament to the sword master's extraordinary volume. Seeing Qana wave his hand to close the storeroom door and stomp towards me angrily, I flinched again, shifting my weight uneasily to the other foot, my gaze dropping to the ground. "Why did you do that, huh?" The pain from having my ear yanked made me let out a small yelp. "Provoking your brother un

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I think this needs to be viewed from Richter's perspective. They are the Snow faction—wolves from the Senate responsible for preserving the heritage of warcraft and martial skills. Due to their genetics, Snow wolves are typically strong, agile, and full of stamina. However, for Richter, the first hybrid between factions in a thousand years, things are different. (It was subtly mentioned earlier that he is a hybrid of the Snow and Gray factions, which is why he is said to share half of his bloodline with Piqsirpoq.) Since he is still almost entirely white (he plucks out the gray hairs on his tail), Richter is expected to meet the standards of the Snow wolves. But he has no intention of doing so. Richter doesn’t aim to impress anyone or meet unreasonable expectations imposed on him simply because of his perceived identity. He does not believe that defining himself should rely on satisfying the expectations of others.

Thank you for your comment! This is a long journey and a vast world that might take some time to explore. I hope it continues to keep you intrigued!

I know the bar is pretty low, but Richter hasn’t suffered any direct physical harm despite being bullied.

Yes, Master Qana is fully aware of what’s happening. This is explained in a later section, which is also why he can manage this group of teenagers without worrying about accidents.

My mood was so good that even during the evening training session, my tail couldn't help but lightly sway. "Focus, you ignorant pups!" Master Qana, our swordsmanship instructor, shouted as usual, spitting as he spoke. "Half of you will serve in the Praetorian Guards in the future. If you can't even hold a sword properly, don't you dare say I taught you anything!" He slapped the back of the head of a wolf I didn't know, then adjusted his stance. The training sessions were for the entire

Richter always tends to avoid conflict, and the wolves have a strict zero-tolerance policy toward physical violence. However, trouble does sometimes find its way to him in unavoidable ways.

A very accurate interpretation!

The air conditioning in the lecture hall made the temperature and humidity quite comfortable, though the vibrations it generated were somewhat distracting. Therefore, I chose a front-row corner seat, as far from the air conditioner as possible. The seats fanned out from the central podium, rising in height as they moved away from the center. This arrangement always reminded me of the design of ancient Greek theaters. It was said that to protect the young wolves' eyes, the lecture halls were

Eventually it will, but that's still a long way off. However, being ostracized by everyone for as long as he can remember might not be the best way to build self-confidence.

The first turning point of the story is just around the corner—just hold on a little longer!

"Mountains Andalusia." I had given up on finding any pattern to the food synthesizer, so I randomly picked the first word that popped into my head each day. It became a sort of grim amusement. The food synthesizer in the cafeteria gave me... a plate of toast crusts. I shrugged. At least there was a small dish of something that looked like jam on the side. Since the base organic materials for food printing were the same, it didn't really matter what the synthesizer made. The differences

Yes, genetic polymorphism helps individuals maintain good health. However, later on, we’ll see the wolves from the seven factions, which are all stable breeds, so inbreeding isn’t a concern for them (though there are some small trade-offs, of course). As the story progresses, we’ll encounter some problematic purebred dog families.

After all, he has been bearing the same pressure for as long as he can remember, and it would be difficult to keep going if he didn’t find a way to cope.

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Well, every journey has its end... Yes, Storm Wolf begins narrating the story from the moment his life came to an end. Perhaps, for now, let us focus on the scenery along the way rather than the inevitable moment. As the story progresses, the truth will gradually be revealed (though that will happen quite some time later).

Thank you for your comment! Book 1 is already completed, and I will gradually upload the entire story.

This is going to be a long journey! Thank you for your Comment, and I hope the upcoming content will keep you engaged and interested.

Mutt: Grey in pure white I suddenly sat up in bed, struggling to catch my breath. I threw aside the soaked blanket and stared at the sweat stains on the sheets below me. Everything was sticky--the pillow, the mattress, and all the fur on my body. I sighed, glanced around the room, and then focused my senses to feel the vibrations beneath the world's surface. The other wolves in the dormitory emitted steady, rhythmic pulses, a sign of deep sleep. A few had sharp, jagged spikes