DAY 7829 I must be one of those surviving people that still keep in contact with old friends from my primary school. Those friends are almost a decade old, nine years actually. Gosh that's how freaking old we are. Our diverging lives did not stop us from contacting each other. I swear that Marche has become synonymous with Meeting or Gatherings.

Adam. That's who he was. That day at the Lor Asurama training shed during one of my recce training, he recognized me I didn't. The reason I didn't is because he used to be a small scrawny white-haired dude and now he's a tall handsome young fella.I didn't recognize him then I didn't recongnize him now.