She travelled afar to follow that man's traces.
Geniuses are like the stars, the common man can only hope to glimpse at their light.
But this swan was not a usual swan.
She was a Black Swan and had long cast her previous name along with her physical body.
With her own eyes she could only trace that man's footsteps and record his works.
For even Nous could no longer glimpse upon him.
She remembered his so called borrowed wise words, "You know my nature, remember my deeds. Thus I am a wanderingdoctor."
As she travelled she knew that she would have to update this story she was writing.
For no one could gain the remembrance of that man, but if one were dedicated enough. One could trace his footsteps and record his actions and deeds hence remembering his existence.
When she first started her arduous journey, she had been tempted to give up. For this man's identities changed and vanished as quick as the seas erasing the footsteps among the sands.
But remembrance could bring back those traces.
They couldn't bring back the memories of the man himself, but his actions and his traces could always be found.
She first encountered a planet on the brink of collapse from the cancer of all worlds.
It was then she encountered her first trace after a long absence.
The world was now prospering and had completely reformed with the stellaron taken away.
The people talked about him, the wandering detective.
Someone who had stopped the plans of the government from using the stellaron to grant their own selfish wishes.
Someone who had stopped an internal corruption scandal.
Someone who had introduced a reformed set of laws for their society.
Black Swan could only chuckle, "First you were a doctor, and now a detective?"
She could only record these scenes and echoes of the past.
Such a figure was growing incredibly elusive in nature.
A wandering doctor, a wandering detective.
She left he planet with her first chapter in hand.
She soon arrived at another planet, the planet named Larose, but this one was increasingly disturbing.
The world was maimed and had become a planet of apes and had been abandoned. A laboratory that had once been pristine was now desolate with signs of a small scuffle.
The planet itself wasn't something of note, but she soon an area with heavier memoria.
The traces of the erudition were heavy here.
Especially in what seems to be the office.
Her hand raised as it cast ripples into the past. A surge of effort was mustered as the image flickered before being erased.
Only voices could be heard.
"I think you should eat less and more slowly no? Lose some weight." A voice mocked the other person. Even after years she would recognise that voice, it was him. The wandering genius.
"Hahaha, then I simply need to eat faster so the fat can't chase up to me." The voice was filled with madness but also curiosity.
"I don't think the fat will be chasing you, it's waiting for you at the finish line." The voice finished his mocking as it continued.
"I can't change your mind can I?"
The other voice soon responded with a hint of mad determination, "The evolutionary pathway is wrong. Reversion to primates is the correct evolutionary pathway."
A stunned silence could be heard throughout the past memory.
"How did Nous even gaze upon someone as mentally deficient as you? Or rather perhaps your ideas are filled with such idiocy that it takes another type of genius to come up with such an idea? And Nous was simply astonished there was a type of genius like you?"
The voice was filled with confusion and exasperation.
"It seems words are no longer necessary." The voice was filled with madness as the surge of memories suddenly blanked out.
Moments passed as nothing turned up until it flickered back into existence.
"Tch, I hate the cockroach types. Hard to kill but always come back. Disgusting primate loving masochist. Disgusting. The arm is still twitching."
She soon left, the discussion and evidence suggested all to one thing. That man and Dr Primitive had a disagreement. Likely due to his planet wide experiment.
However her next destination was a destination of horror.
An entire planet had disappeared.
The planet that was supposed to be in this star system had vanished.
A complete blank.
Nothing could be gleamed from this area. It was a complete information void except for the faint traces of his presence. Yet his traces were undoubtedly here.
She shook her head and recorded this scene faithfully.
What his intentions or motivations, she could not gleam from this. But it was an outlier.
The more she explored, the more she glimpsed into his character.
Perhaps it was due to this diligence of recording someone who could not be glimpsed into, she had attracted the attention of Fuli.
She received not the blessing of Fuli nor an Emanator status.
A lightcone of what could be considered a secret remembrance.
A scene that was personally recorded on Zandar's deathbed.
[Dear Junior]
It contained a glimpse into the early days of the man known as a senior to the creator of Nous. The senior of Zandar One Kuwabara, Genius Society #1.
A precious lightcone was bestowed upon her as Fuli left just as quickly as they came.
Perhaps it was a clue to his motivations and whereabouts?
But for the first time, she got closer to understanding the origins of the wandering genius.
The faint echoes of remembrance within the lightcone captured the ending peace of Zandar and the messages left to him via a small doll.
This doll was likely the clue to reaching his side.
But the question was where was the doll?
Her thoughts guided her to search at Zandar's past school and the location of Nous's ascendance.
Yet nothing turned up.
There was a letter enshrined in a museum but it was not what she needed. She could tell it was a letter to him from Zandar titled "Dear Senior".
She needed to look for the doll within the lightcone that had delivered the letter titled "Dear Junior"
She followed the traces only to discover nothing. There truly was nothing left. The traces of that doll could not be tracked with remembrance.
But even if it could be tracked, the doll was long gone before she had arrived.
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A soft voice entered the laboratory with his footsteps clanking against the floor.
"I can't have the others getting their hands on you first. You'll witness a grand undertaking. I'll finally wipe out that mistake created by my own hands. Senior, you'll approve of this endeavour right?"
The doll remained silent and inactive.
"Hehehe, no answer is also an answer. I will let you witness my proof with your own eyes. Senior, I know you can hear me."
A small spatial rift opened as he walked through before placing the doll within a world of his machinations.
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"Hey Phainon! Look! Look! Isn't the doll cute and elegant?" A pink haired girl brightly smiled as she shook the doll in her hands.
The white haired boy stared at the doll before feeling a hint of a shiver down his spine.
"It's a bit scary. Almost as if its... Alive." He spoke with suspicion.
The doll simply stared at blankly as Phainon turned his eyes away.
A gleam of light flashed momentarily within the doll's inanimate eyes.