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    Viena-12

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    Viena-12
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    (character used for posting stories, not for chatting, and I use google translate) episode 12: When you travel to escape ghosts... but find the destination is even more horrifying"

    After a series of "board-shaking" events that caused historical-level psychological trauma to the 4A students, the school decided:

    🚍 "You should relax, get away from that cursed board for a while."

    So — THE FIELD TRIP HAS BEGUN!

    🏛️ Place to visit: ACADEMY OF FINE ARTS VIENNA

    This place used to be a sacred place for artists, painters, and even... the unnamed one... that everyone knows

    👦 Felix (a distant relative of that scary name... or at least the same name, who know?)

    As soon as he arrived, he said:

    “Thank goodness! Finally escaped from the talking fascist board!

    This place… is like my second home!”

    But then…

    Frang stood in front of a huge abstract painting, muttering:

    “Hey… this line… why does it look so familiar…?”

    Hans pointed his hand:

    LOOK! THERE IS A GHOST’S FACE IN THE PAINTING!!”

    The Japanese fascist ghost appeared again?!

    BUT THIS TIME IT’S NOT ON THE BOARD BUT ON THE PAINTING!!!

    Yamato-san tilted his head:

    “Where art and ideals meet… is where I can return.

    This is the genius training institute — and I am the forgotten genius!”

    Edmondo recoiled:

    “Hey! What do you mean by going from a blackboard to a painting?! We’re going to an art academy, not a ghost hospital!”

    The ghost tilted his samurai hat:

    “Art is an ideal tool for spreading ideas.

    You guys can draw a cute cat… but me? I draw an empire!!!”

    Felix (shaken):

    “Oh… that’s right… His colors… are a bit like social realism…”

    The group looked at Felix with eyes:

    “DON’T SAY YOU’RE INSPIRED BY A GHOST!!!”

    💥 Right at that moment — a painting exploded (as gently as a confetti cannon)

    ✨ A whole scene appeared: The ghost was sitting and drawing, wearing a military uniform, there was a tea ceremony, cherry blossoms, and… the content was all propaganda posters.

    👮‍♀️ The instructor panicked:

    “Oh my god! Who dares to draw these propaganda things in the institute’s gallery?!”