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On the Strength SMP, there exists one forest out of the thousands that allows for almost all plants to be grown despite their specific soil needs. This forest seemed normal until someone tried to grow a plant without checking the soil. When the right person found that the soil adapts to the plant’s specific needs. That person turned the forest from being lush green into multicolored forage without ruining the environment and simply turning it into a natural flower garden without chemicals.
Sharpness officially does not have a place he could consider a permanent home unlike most members of Strength. He instead considers a small patch of forest a place of home yet there is no structure making a traditional base. It’s the specific type of forest that made the sword master call it home; a flower forest that had a plethora of flower species thriving in it. Without a doubt, the sword master chose to stay there.
Flowers understood Sharpness in a way that people couldn’t. Would Sharpness replace his friends with flowers? No because he’s a natural extrovert and needed social interaction to prevent him from going crazy. Poppies and alliums have always been his favorite for a few different reasons. Back when he used to go server from server just to pick a fight, he’d pick poppies and carefully turn the seeds into opium. The sword master always took just enough to numb the pain, but never got addicted due to Sharpness’ fear that it would mess with his hormones.
Most people would be amazed to hear that Sharpness, one of the bloodthirstiest players out there, loves flowers and is able to nurture the growth of several flower species that are notorious for being high maintenance. These flowers always end up as gifts to the other server members.
Almost everyone has received a flower or two from Sharpness before, even if they didn’t realise it. A sweet gesture when it’s unknown. Heartwarming to realise who it was. The sword master struggles to read faces, but understands body language. In his own way, he understands, loves, and cares for people. New and old alive.
Some say first impressions mean everything. To Sharpness the moment he sets eyes on the person, he associates them with a flower. Each flower to him represents something. Whether that representation is what relationship they have or how he sees them.
A garden with a variety of flowers blooming and thriving in their own way. Each flower has their own way of expressing beauty and enjoying life. Even the gardener is a flower in someone else’s garden. Sometimes a few weeds slip in, they’re vital as they contribute to the beauty and health of the garden. Everything has a place in the garden. Conflicts are simply fires clearing a path for new growth.