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Since I began to have consciousness, there has always been a little boy under the tree telling his worries. He said he dreamed to be a hero but his friends always laughed at him. I wanted to help him but I couldn't do anything besides being a helpless listener. I was thinking about that boy all this time until my body turned blood red and my consciousness vanished. Maybe my thoughts were responded. When I woke up again, I have become a jur and that little boy and me have finally met...