It's hard to believe it's already been a year since we ford the clan.
Now, our once small group has grown to 36 mbers. So faces are new to , thanks to my chaotic presence causing a bit of tiline confusion, but thankfully, all the original mbers are still here.
But you know what? It doesn't bother one bit. Every single mber, new or old, has beco like family to . Especially the first nine, since I've known them the longest.
In this past year, we've been through a lot together. Most of us have hit Level 100 by now, and those who haven't are pretty close. We've also collected a ton of materials and items during our adventures.
Overall, it's been quite the journey, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Who knew that forming a clan would lead to so many unforgettable experiences?
From epic battles to hilarious mishaps, we've shared it all. There was that ti when Ulbert accidentally set fire to our enemy camp while he was calling support, or when Blue Planet got mind controlled by tree fairy. And let's not forget the countless hours we spent strategizing and planning our next move.
But it's not just the adventures that have made this past year so special. It's the bonds we've ford along the way. Whether we're battling monsters or just hanging out at our base, there's always laughter and camaraderie.
And through it all, Touch has been there to lead us with wisdom and grace. He may not have wanted to be the leader at first, but he's proven ti and ti again that he is great leader.
As for , well, I may not be the official leader of the clan, but most of the decision with in the clan is made by or Touch .
Ah, the discovery of the mining spot in Nidavellir was truly a stroke of luck for our clan. As soon as we stumbled upon it, we wasted no ti in monopolizing the mine, knowing it would beco our main source of materials for crafting equipnt and other essentials.
It took us a whole month to clean out the mine, but it was worth every minute. We were fortunate that no one else had stumbled upon it before us, sparing us from any potential conflicts.
The resources we extracted from the mine were invaluable to our clan's growth. We made sure to distribute them equally among all mbers, knowing that everyone had their own projects in mind for crafting and upgrading equipnt. Well, everyone except , that is.
You see, while the others were eager to get their hands on as many materials as possible, I had a different perspective. Sure, I had plenty of equipnt that could use an upgrade or two, but what I really needed was more free ti.
So when the clan tried to give my share of the materials, I politely declined. I told them they needed it more than I did, and that they should put it to good use for the benefit of the entire clan.
It may seem a bit unconventional, but to , it was nothing.
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There was a day when tensions ran high within the clan. Touch and another mber had a serious disagreent, which escalated into a heated argunt. Eventually, the other mber decided to leave the clan and even quit playing the ga altogether.
The fallout from this incident cast a shadow over the entire clan, creating a somber and awkward atmosphere among the mbers. It was a difficult ti for everyone, and the internal conflict left deep emotional scars on so of the mbers.
Despite the turmoil, I tried my best to lighten the mood and ease the tension. I cracked jokes and made efforts to break the ice between the mbers, hoping to restore so sense of normalcy to our interactions.
I also made a point to reach out to Momonga and Touch , knowing that they were particularly affected by what had transpired. I offered them my support and a listening ear, hoping to help them through their struggles.
For so of us, it felt like a dark stain on the otherwise vibrant tapestry of our clan's history.
Even though the conflict had blown over, Touch couldn't shake off the guilt that lingered like a stubborn stain. It weighed on him like a backpack full of rocks, dragging him down with every step.
Despite the rest of the clan moving on, I could still see the worry etched on Touch 's face. Momonga and Peroroncino noticed it too, but whenever they asked him about it, he'd just brush it off with a wave of his hand, insisting there was nothing to worry about.
But even as Touch struggled with his guilt, life in the clan went on as usual. We returned to our daily routines, like a well-oiled machine clicking back into gear after a hiccup. It was as if we'd collectively decided to sweep the whole ordeal under the rug and pretend it never happened.
And you know what? Maybe that was for the best. Sotis, it's easier to move forward when you leave the past behind. We all had bigger fish to fry, like leveling up our characters and conquering new challenges in the ga.
So, despite the bumps in the road, we kept marching forward, united as a clan.
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