Light on Gravel

[Next Book: My Disciple Keeps Me a Widower] Please add it to your reading list! At the final-day review ceremony of the first-year military training at Shida Affiliated High School, the chief instructor finished his speech on the leaky podium. Someone wheeled a drum kit closer. Dressed in camouflage training clothes, he stood motionless in the rain, the corners of his lips lifting in a smile. He spun his drumsticks in his hands, then played to his heart's content as if nobody else were there, setting the whole place ablaze. From then on, everyone at school knew that a flamboyant, peerless artistic genius had joined the first-year class. The genius transferred to the academic track and didn't touch another instrument for a whole year. Later, at the New Year's Eve gala, the class with the worst grades, the worst athletic ability, and the weakest artistic skills in the school cobbled together a two-person act. The performance was called: Glimmering Gravel. They watched as, beneath the gaze of a thousand people, two boys stood and sat beneath the spotlight at the center of the pitch-black stage, smiling as they shared a kiss. [Under the mountains, valleys, and rivers, you are the starlight gleaming among the gravel.] A rebellious genius drummer, the uke x a wild, naturally growing academic failure, the seme Blurb written on 2020.07.13 This novel will be going VIP on May 28. A 10,000-word chapter will be released then. Thank you all for your support along the way. [Bows] · Upcoming novel: My Disciple Keeps Me a Widower (title pending, the disciple is the seme) In the first year after Huai'an Jun Shen Jingqiu died and sacrificed his life to save the world, bringing an end to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, the cultivation world recovered from its decline and began rebuilding. Jiang Su, a disciple of Huai'an Jun, was revered as its supreme lord and protected the world. Shen Jingqiu munched on sunflower seeds in the chaos, nodding in satisfaction. What a promising lad, truly his master's disciple. Twenty-two years later, the cultivation world's spiritual energy vanished, and in a single night its foundations crumbled, leaving misery everywhere. Shen Jingqiu watched helplessly as Jiang Su, his expression unchanged, took off his bloodstained robe and changed back into the uniform of a junior disciple of Xuanhuang Mountain. Step by step, he entered Huai'an Jun's mausoleum, opened the coffin, and lay down inside fully clothed. "Master, today is the Winter Solstice. I've brought you some offerings." "But they're all so ugly. Don't look at them." "Look at me." Shen Jingqiu gaped as sunflower seeds spilled all over the ground. ...Wasn't this plot going a little off script? · Jiang Su walked alone in the darkness for twenty-two years. He had long since forgotten what was good and what was evil. He only knew that some people had to die. So he killed them, washed off the blood, and climbed into his master's coffin. He fell asleep holding a pile of bones, only to wake and find himself on a vast floor of white jade tiles. An immortal stood on a high platform, looking down at him with a merciful gaze. Jiang Su saw his goodness. A darkened, obsessive seme x a compassionate, merciful (not really) uke Theme: Never give up on the possibility of moving forward.