The King's Net: Silkworm and Horse

The Daoist is in his senior year of high school, so updates are slow, but I estimate that I probably won't stop updating... right? Anyway, I'm sticking to my no-abandoning-projects principle. I've only just started! This story's proper title is "The Prince of Tennis: Silkworm Horse," but nobody seems to like it, so it also goes by "I Tormented Village Brother Again and Again" and "Village Brother's Reborn Notes" [Did I spoil anything? Absolutely not!] The master is already corrupted in this story, so Sunshine Boys, enter at your own risk! The blurb doesn't really have much to do with the novel~ But the story's creation does have some connections. The two key inspirations behind it were the tale of the silkworm horse and Magia, the ending theme of Madoka. It was like thunder striking a flame, with everything coming together at just the right time and place. Writing the outline was heartbreaking, but I absolutely won't make this a tragedy or hurt anyone! Since Daoist Kongkong is a devoted fan of the master, the male lead will definitely be the master, in a one-on-one pairing, no changes~ It is absolutely one-on-one, don't let appearances fool you! And, shyly mentioning this: if Chapter Three leaves you puzzled, please check the tags~ Don't doubt your own guess! Also, just so you know, someone has multiple personalities. That's not a joke. Blurb One: Have you ever heard a story? A naive girl prayed for a kind young man to bring back her father, who had gone to war, and promised she would marry him. But it was the horse who had grown up by her side that fulfilled her wish. The horse hoped she would marry him, but the girl avoided him and kept her distance. Her father, carried home by the white horse, shot it dead for his daughter's sake. He peeled off its hide and hung it on the wall to dry. Then, one day amid a raging storm, the hide wrapped around the girl and carried her away to a distant tree. They merged into one and became a silkworm cocoon. It is a story of anger and grief, yet it inspires longing for unwavering devotion. We have all hoped for something like this, or will someday. Grieving in anger, struggling in despair. That is the kind of story I want to write. But the ending will definitely be a happy one~ The official blurb: Would I tell you? Of course not~