Ethan: (pouring the water mixture around the base of the Bonbu trees) There you go, my little Bonbu trees. A refreshing drink from the forest just like where you were found.

Lianee: (watching) Do you think they'll like it?

Ethan: Well I hope so, I think they'll appreciate the familiar nutrients. Plus, it's like a taste of their old home...he he he

Lianee: Nui trents...?

Liam: It's interesting how you thought of using that mixture. You really know a lot about taking care of the tree.

Ethan: (grinning) I mean its their food. Plus, it's like its smell and taste of their old home.

Liam: It'll be exciting to see them grow and bear fruits.

Liam and Lianee: (in unison) The Bonbu cake you shared with us is absolutely delicious!

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Dear Diary,

After checking the Bonbu pens, my parents told me that we had to go to the local hall for citizen registration. I was eager to visit the government building, since I knew it might not be easy for a 5 year old kid like me to freely explore and roam around inside.

Until next time, dear Diary!

Ethan

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Sarah: Ethan, are you sure you don't need any help?

Ethan: Yeah, I really want to do this on my own.

Travis: Because of the writing tools? (sighing)

Ethan: Yes, it is (grinning like an idiot)

My parents tried to offer their assistance, their smiles tinged with concern, but my determination to do it on my own prevailed. As I sat down to fill out the form, a sense of excitement filled the air.

The quill pen felt smooth and light in my hand, its delicate feather tip poised to glide across the parchment. I carefully dipped the quill pen into the inkwell, watching as the dark liquid flowed onto the nib. The nib of the quill pen appeared to be made from a mysterious material, its origins unknown to me. Its color resembled a combination of silver and copper, with a subtle shimmer that caught the light as I tilted the pen. Although I couldn't identify the exact material.

The moment the pen touched the parchment, I felt a connection. The parchment itself was a surprise, made from the skin of an Animal? Plant? Giving it a unique texture. As I examined the parchment closely, I noticed an intricate frame of mystical symbols and letters adorning its edges.

Well, the ink I held in the inkwell had a fascinating origin. I had learned that it was derived from the mucus of an underwater creature, known for its unique properties and rich pigmentation. However, I couldn't help but wonder if there were additional materials or secret recipes involved in the creation of this ink. Perhaps there were special ingredients blended together to enhance its quality and durability. As the ink dried on the parchment, I felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. The form was complete.

The receptionist approached me, holding a peculiar box-like device with a mysterious hole.The receptionist carefully took the parchment form from my hand and gently placed it inside the box. It disappeared into the depths of the device. Intrigued, she requested that I place my left hand inside the opening. As I did so, a tingling sensation surged through my hand. To my surprise, a vibrant green light suddenly illuminated from within the box, casting an enchanting glow around my hand.

Miss Oyla: Okay its done ess!

As I gazed at the mark, it slowly began to fade away, vanishing right before my eyes. I couldn't understand what had happened. Was there a mistake? Did I do something wrong? Questions raced through my mind as I tried to comprehend the sudden disappearance of the mark.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

Ethan: Excuse me, miss. The mark on my hand, it disappeared! Did something go wrong?

The receptionist smiled reassuringly, sensing my panic.

Miss Oyla: Oh, don't worry, esss. It's perfectly normal. The vanishing of the mark is a sign of its successful activation esss.

Ethan: Oh!

Miss Oyla: I must say, you did a wonderful job filling out the form on your own esss.

Ethan: Hehehe Well it's not that hard.

Miss Oyla, the receptionist, possessed long flowing hair that cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face with a touch of elegance. Her cheerful smile added warmth to her features as she interacted with the visitors. Standing in her late 20s, Miss Oyla had a gentle, approachable demeanor that instantly put people at ease. Clad in a blue uniform, neatly pressed, and adorned with a name tag, her vibrant energy and friendly disposition made her a welcoming presence at the reception desk. As Miss Oyla spoke, I noticed a distinct pattern in her speech. Each word seemed to end with an extra "s" sound, giving her a unique voice.

As my father and mother engaged in a conversation with Miss Oyla, the receptionist, I approached a nearby shelf and my eyes were immediately drawn to a map adorned the wall. It depicted the surrounding lands, drawn in a simple yet enchanting manner. The shape of the land resembled the delicate petals of a flower, with each section representing a different territory. I marveled at the map, tracing my finger along the pathways and landmarks. According to the map, there were two possible routes to reach the capital. One option was to journey through a village called Quafalls, from there, I could continue on to a small town named Okwood it would take approximately four days of travel by carriage to reach the bustling capital.

Another alternative route to reach the capital. It involved passing through a quaint riverside village known as Rivbend. The village was nestled along the banks of a winding river, offering picturesque views and a serene atmosphere. From there, instead of continuing by land, I could embark on a ship that would sail directly to the capital city. The idea of a river journey intrigued me. It presented a different perspective and allowed me to experience the beauty of the surrounding landscapes from the tranquil waters.As my mother called out to me, I quickly responded and hurried over to where she stood. I could sense a hint of urgency in her voice, prompting me to pick up my pace and reach her side as swiftly as I could.

Ethan: Yes, Mom?

Travis: Ethan, can you please explain to Miss Oyla about the creating.

Ethan: Got it...

Miss Oyla listened attentively as I explained the creating items. I began with the hammock, describing how it was made and next, I talked about the wooden figure and finally, I shared about the mechanical part of hairclips. Miss Oyla nodded as she absorbed the information, she asked follow-up questions, expressing in the materials used.

Miss Oyla: That's fantastic ess! Your hairclips sound absolutely lovely. I would love to have such a beautiful and unique accessory.

Ethan: I would be honored to create a hairclip for you. You can pre-order it with me. I can customize it with your preferred colors and unique design. (a sudden sale pitch from me)

Miss Oyla: Pre-order ess?

Ethan: It's more like booking with me. Currently, I have 12 orders for the hairclips to be made, all requested from my mother's friends.

Miss Oyla: Ohh ess

Travis: Ehem.. Excuse me, Miss Oyla. We would like to proceed about the registration process. Is it acceptable?

Miss Oyla explained that the registration process for the created items required submitting samples to the local hall and paying a registration fee. The fee varied based on the type of creation, and for my specific creations, it amounted to around 500 copper per item. Miss Oyla noticed a distinct mark on all of my creations and inquired about its significance. With a smile, I explained that it was my personal trademark, a symbol representing my unique creations. The mark consisted of the initials "EH" combined with a symbol that held personal meaning to me (it was my previous life zodiac symbol). It was a secret touch that only I knew about, adding a touch of mystery to my creation items.

Sarah: Miss Oyla, we're interested in registering a food recipe creation too.

Miss Oyla: Oh, is Ethan the mastermind behind this recipe esss?

Sarah: Yes, he is. He created this recipe. (mom shares the Bonbu cake)

Miss Oyla: (takes a bite) Wow, this is heavenly esss!

Travis: Well, the cake is made using Bonbu fruit.

Miss Oyla: What???? This is quite a creation indeed esss!

Miss Oyla: Of course! To register a food recipe, there is a fee of around 3-5 silver esss. We also need to have a food tester assess the recipe for safety and health aspects esss.

Travis: How long does the evaluation process usually take?

Miss Oyla: It typically takes a few days to complete the evaluation and ensure the recipe meets the required standards ess. Once approved, your recipe will be officially registered esss.

Sarah: That sounds reasonable. We'll proceed with the registration process.

After everything had settled down, I approached Miss Oyla and politely asked if I could come to the locall hall to read the books on the shelves. Miss Oyla kindly said to me anyone can came and read the books on the shelves, but she warned me that they might be quite boring for a 5-year-old like me.

Miss Oyla: The books mostly contained information about Floriveland's history, trade, and rules esss

Ethan: Oh.. I can read it slowly...

My father and mother exchanged smiles with Miss Oyla and bid her farewell. As we walked away, a middle-aged man approached her, curious about the conversation. Miss Oyla explained the details of the creating process to him, and in response;

Theodore: Could he possibly be the youngest creator in history?

Miss Oyla: (in disbelief) No way... Could he really be...esss?