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He's influenced, at least in part, by his Master. More and more people have started to see similarities between Richter and Field—and because of that, Richter has begun to see himself that way too. We'll see Richter, at the Academy, gradually grow into the person he needs to become.

Yeah—his first time having friends, and being truly seen by others. Of course, there were plenty of other firsts too...

Hello everyone! Book 2, The Storm Wolf: Gathering Clouds, has officially started serialization on GA! It’s scheduled to update once a week, with a full chapter released approximately every three weeks. Follow the link to check out The Storm Wolf: Gathering Clouds!

Magician: Connection, Power, Communication, and… I've begun to grow accustomed to the salty scent carried by the gentle sea breeze. Licking my nose, I can almost taste the warmth the rising sun spreads across the distant sea, the sensation of the air gradually warming. The fine sand beneath my feet is still cool and occasionally sticks to my fur--an annoyance, but I can rely on the tiniest vibrations it transmits to gauge my surroundings. As expected, I sensed the movement and

Blurb In fact, upon reflection, my time at the Academy was the happiest period of my life. Yes, there were those who wanted to train me, others who sought to use me, some who tried to recruit me, and some who wanted to kill me. And then there were a few who loved me. Ah, the world was once so simple, so full of hope. Here, I grew into the person I needed to become, accepting the role I had to play. Now, the story ahead may get a little bumpy... Flashba

As an unexpected arrival at the Academy and destined to become the most powerful psychic in history, how did Richter, the Gray Wolf, survive amidst countless scheming eyes and seize control of his fate? All heroes must grow...

@VBlew, @drsawzall, @centexhairysub, @akascrubber, @Darryl62 Thank you all for accompanying this story to its conclusion—your support has always meant a great deal to me! I'm truly glad to know I can still surprise you, and I hope everyone enjoyed the journey. To all other readers as well—thank you so much for being part of this! You're more than welcome to share any thoughts or comments you may have. This weekend, I’ll continue Richter’s journey, though updates will likely slow down to once a week until I successfully graduate. The Three Musketeers probably won’t have a sequel, but if any readers are really passionate about this series, I might reconsider my schedule. So don’t be shy—if you loved this story, please speak up! Otherwise, this will likely be the final chapter of the series. Once again, thank you all—this has truly been a wonderful journey!

Another story comes to an end—and according to schedule, there are still twenty-three more planned works waiting to be written! The idea for The Three Musketeers came to me while working on Railroad, specifically when I was thinking about what species that great tree should be. That led to another question—who planted that giant oak in the first place? In case anyone’s curious: the one where the Abels sit and watch the sunset? That tree was planted by Zorro. The foundations of the Railroad organization gradually took shape from there. The story is not just about inheriting a legacy, but also about addressing the aftermath of the Herbivores-Carnivores War, including how the foxes ended up in such a desperate situation. Naturally, that means we can’t avoid the topic of transitional justice. Since Storm Wolf is intended as a young adult series, I’ve deliberately compressed the number and depth of debates and political issues—those who’ve read Wish (my 600k Beastars fanfiction) will probably understand what I mean. That said, because the situation depicted has already spiraled into retribution, it makes the discussion and portrayal of these themes a bit awkward. To be honest, I personally don’t have a strong interest in punishment or accountability. I have trouble grasping the meaning or legitimacy of punishment—if it's to reduce harm by removing or isolating a threat, that makes sense to me. But if the harmful behavior has already stopped, what’s the goal of punishment then? Perhaps this stems from my own brain’s neural patterns being at the extreme ends of the normal distribution, but in any case, I’m not trying to deny the importance of accountability in transitional justice (it’s just not my first priority), so there’s no need to say too much more. The core of The Three Musketeers is compensation. Edwin, Zorro, Michael —even Smith—their actions are all deeply influenced by guilt. Even if it wasn’t strictly their fault, they each tried to transform that guilt into acts of restitution. Speaking of guilt, it’s worth mentioning the relationship between Edwin and Dr. Barry (Edwin did call her by her first name once—that’s a tiny little Easter egg). I won’t spell it out here, but feel free to guess why the doctor takes such a special interest in Edwin. There are also several mirrored plot elements in the story, like the Leo/Zorro pairing versus Michael /Smith, or Leo/Zorro versus Edwin/Zorro. One of Zorro’s key moments of character development is the night at the hot springs, when he comforts Edwin—that’s when he steps into the role of someone who can offer support, not just receive it. (That scene’s gesture mirrors when Leo once comforted Zorro after he was swept away by the undercurrent.) The “I” motif makes a return as well. I personally really liked the moment where Zorro, in uniform, looks at himself in the mirror—not seeing an impostor, but his own reflection. The organization's name being a form of roleplay by its founding members was planned early on, and the characters’ fates were meant to follow the original. So yes, it should be obvious—Edwin was originally supposed to be crushed to death saving Zorro. But after a lot of thought, I realized that aside from follow the original and giving Zorro more fuel for rage and Michael more pain, there was no strong reason to kill Edwin—so I let him live. The roleplaying game also serves as an important piece of foreshadowing. I wonder if anyone has guessed who D’Artagnan is? That one was intentionally kept vague, and I removed the scenes where Zorro duels Athos and Aramis. As for The Wizard of Oz, Michael plays the role of Dorothy. When Edwin says he’s “a friend of Dorothy’s,” that’s meant literally—another small Easter egg. There are fewer references to Dune, but when Neil spits on Collins at the end, that’s both a farewell and a sign of respect (“sharing water”), as well as a mimicry of tears. That’s also why Collins responds with, “I treasure the gift of your water”. And the reason for gritting your teeth? In a high drop hanging, there’s a risk of biting off your tongue, which wouldn’t be very pleasant to witness. I’m not sure if anyone expected me to let Smith to cut Neil open, but honestly, I only write extreme scenes if the plot absolutely demands it. Aramis doesn’t yet have a full name, but maybe he will in Twenty Years Later, a spinoff focusing on the Scientific Council, which can be seen as a sequel to The Three Musketeers. After all, the Man in the Iron Mask hasn’t appeared yet! But it’s a very low-priority project—unless readers become super passionate and demand a continuation, it won’t be high on my list. If anyone’s curious about what happens to certain characters before the events of Twenty Years Later, feel free to leave a comment—I could write a short epilogue. But the major historical shifts should already be clear: the Golden House will start preparing to swallow all of the Americas, driving the Maned Wolf House to Australia. I personally really enjoyed The Three Musketeers—what did you all think? Please feel free to share any of your thoughts or impressions—I’d love to hear them!

D'Artagnan “Hey, looks like the library suits you,” Neil said in his usual almost-smiling tone, his enthusiasm sounding just a bit too eager. I lifted my eyes from the pocket-sized copy of Why We Fight and looked at the crossbreed dog who’d just spoken. Neil’s golden fur shimmered, dazzling like the sun itself. And maybe because of that, the shadows in his eyes were sometimes all too easy to spot. But we always pretended nothing was wrong, even though deep down, w

In this story, we’ll be seeing Michael and Smith again. However, if there’s a sequel, these two probably won’t appear anymore.

Yes, Michael is a psychic. At the very beginning of the story, he demonstrates his ability to remain unaffected by the Treaty, still retaining memories related to psychics.

Born of blood and hardship, forged in the blazing flame—the story of Railroad begins here! And we all know that one day, somewhere, a mighty oak will rise.

While scouting around the mansion, I found the security astonishingly lax. Except for the main entrance, there were no guards stationed at fixed posts, and even the patrols were infrequent to a surprising degree. Maybe it was because most of the personnel had been diverted to deal with the huge crowd that refused to disperse? Whatever the reason, I didn’t care—I only cared about my mission, focused solely on carrying out justice. The high walls topped with metal fencing seemed mor

Zorro is still too young, after all, and as you can tell from the earlier parts of the story, he’s always been quick to act on impulse. So yes, that’s right—he’s planning to kill Smith (He was so angry that he momentarily forgot about Michael's existence).

“…Edwin is out of immediate danger now, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take before he wakes up,” said Dr. Barry, resting her face on her wrist. The dark circles under her eyes were so heavy they seemed to seep through her fur. “…The base reconstruction is complete, and Golden House has finally given up searching for us.” Jessica leaned back in her chair after speaking, as if letting out a sigh of relief. “…We’ve received replies to all the meeting requests we sent to our partners, and

I’m still not sure if I’ll write a sequel (Twenty Years After—what else would I call it?), which would show how the Scientific Council gradually grows into the "faith" of the Empire. The Three Musketeers doesn’t seem to be that popular among readers in the Chinese community, so even if I do plan a sequel, it probably won’t be a priority. Because of that, I’ve been considering whether to explain the characters’ later stories directly in an afterword instead. In any case, many years later, Zorro will visit his parents—who move to live on Lunar—together with his wife and their twins (a boy and a girl), so he will get to see his parents again. As for now, our hero still need to face one final event for his character arcs to fully come together.

If there’s evidence, the Senate will take action. But providing that evidence—that’s the tricky part. Zorro will get the hang of it sooner or later. But for now, he’s too young and a bit impulsive… Always.

Paul did. He gave them everything he knew.

Resistance never dies!

The shrill blare of the alarm pierced my eardrums, forcing me out of unconsciousness. Coughing up a mouthful of dust, I shoved away the debris covering me, wincing as I moved. I tried to stand, quickly checking myself for any serious injuries. A sharp curse caught my attention. I hurried over and began pulling aside metal pipes and rubble. “You okay?” Edwin asked, yanking off his goggles, which were now covered in spiderweb cracks. With my help, he managed to get to his feet.

Well, things like taking hostages and making threats—they know that game better than anyone.

A very brief explanation: the organization was betrayed. Golden House used Paul as an opportunity to sabotage the facilities of the Mane Wolves, aiming to monopolize the contract with the Senate, while also dealing a serious blow to the Three Musketeers. The full details of what happened will be explained later in the story.

I opened my eyes and sat up in bed, watching the light streaming through the window slits cast patterns on the floor. “What time is it?” Edwin seemed to have been woken up by me. He rolled over and asked in a drowsy voice. “We’ve got about half an hour left to sleep, but I want to get ready early,” I said, already sitting up and getting dressed. I’d brought everything over last night to save time. By the time I fastened the Blazing Flame at my waist and made the final adjustments

Yes, this is the first draft, written by Zorro.

They'll tell the story of tonight.