REBIRTH OF THE REBELLIOUS QUEEN 15

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Jungkook’ friend, Kim Seokjin, sat beside him, a pillar of support. They exchanged knowing glances as the participants lined up to declare their chosen events.

Jungkook stepped forward first, his figure tall and commanding, every movement calculated with the regal bearing of a future queen. His voice rang out clearly

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“I will participate in the art of painting.”

Whispers spread through the hall. Painting required not only technical skill but also a depth of emotion and understanding of the world—qualities many thought Jungkook lacked. But his rebirth had blessed him with insight and clarity. The young noble knew the weight of every brushstroke, the importance of capturing not just the image, but the essence of life itself.

Jennie and Jisoo exchanged smirks, their confidence brimming. Jennie, with her sharp wit and way with words, chose poetry. Jisoo, who had always excelled in delicate letter writing, selected the art of calligraphy. Both had shone in these fields before and expected nothing less than triumph this time as well.

Kim Seokjin, ever the strategist, selected swordsmanship, his sharp eyes flickering towards Jungkook with a nod of encouragement. They knew that while Jungkook had been weak in the past, his rebirth had also awakened a fire inside him—a fire that would not be easily extinguished.

As the competitions began, Jungkook approached the easel, his heart calm. He could feel the weight of the past on his shoulders, but it was no longer a burden. It was a reminder—a lesson. He picked up the brush, his hand steady as he dipped it into the ink, then began painting.

Every stroke was deliberate, each line brimming with the wisdom he had gained from his previous life. He painted the scene of a lone crane flying above a stormy sea, its wings open wide against the fury of the winds. It was a reflection of himself—fighting against the currents of fate, yet determined to rise above.

Across the hall, Jennie recited her poetry with grace, her words sharp and beautifully crafted. The nobles nodded in approval. Jisoo, too, performed flawlessly, her calligraphy delicate and intricate, each stroke revealing her refined hand.

But when it came time for Jungkook to present his painting, the hall fell silent. His stepsisters watched with smug satisfaction, expecting a disaster. But as the judges laid eyes on the canvas, a hush fell over the room.

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