Сломанные крылья Серебра / The Broken Wings of Silver: 7
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Ishiba always became more understanding after trashing, so as he flew over the clearing, the old fox barked briefly, scattering his family. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:14 |
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Having waited until the last of the Gingers disappeared, Silver stepped towards Steel. And having taken a step, she immediately realized that she was too late. Having fulfilled his Purpose, the Knight melted away, ceasing to exist. Sitting in the lotus position, with the sword lying across his hips, this spirit literally radiated waves of calm and peace. He did not care at all that he was dying. And not just dying, but purposefully killing himself. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:15 |
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A Knight cannot live so long without ever taking the path of the least Evil. The most principled ones die as quickly as their initial supply of energy, granted to them at birth, runs out. Panf was clearly not one of them. He had to live and fulfill the Vow he had taken upon himself. All the sins he had taken on this path transformed into the Rust that had eaten through his armor and sword. He thought that he would atone for it with this death. A stupid, straightforward Hero... The True Highest have long since left, and there will be no one to judge him. But he doesn't care, he has long condemned himself, as has any other Knight who has killed a person at least once out of necessity. And those who do not kill, such Fallen do not exist... Not to kill, for example, the one subdued by the Brown, just to pass by, means to take responsibility for all subsequent actions committed by a madman. The path of the least Evil, one death to prevent many, the very Rust that eventually devours any Steel. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:18 |
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"I want to offer you a service." Sitting down next to her, Mistress said. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:19 |
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"Steel does not swear vassal oaths. He did not even shake his head." Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:19 |
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"An agreement to protect the territory, not a vassal oath." Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:13 |
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"I've lived too long, I've done too much that I regret..." The massive helmet turned towards the maiden. "But I caught up with that creature and killed it. It was his fault the virus broke free, the unsuccessful Execution in his execution, the collateral victims... I kept my Word. I'm leaving... I have no need..." Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:21 |
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"No need", "no need"... The key is in this word. The Fallen has almost melted away. Is she really going to miss such a chance, to get such an ally, and almost completely close the issue with the protection of the city?! Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:22 |
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There was, of course, a possibility... Camrad_RIP 23.05.25 в 22:26 |
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But, this is so disgusting... Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:11 |
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So nasty... Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:12 |
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Fake... Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:12 |
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Clichéd... Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:12 |
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And primitive... Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:13 |
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She almost threw up. And yet, pressing the tips of her wings to the ground with her feet, she placed her palms on Steel's shoulders, knelt in front of him and, looking into his visor, said the banal: Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:11 |
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"Would the Knight really refuse the Fair Lady protection when she needed it so much?" Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:08 |
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A ripple of light ran across the nearly melted armor. Steel trembled, and his hands fell on the sword. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:10 |
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"An agreement? Protection?" Came from under the helmet. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:08 |
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She won. Like any Knight, her opponent had no chance against Beauty and her weakness. The fallen spirit regained its density. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:07 |
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From Silver's already stunted wings, four sparkling feathers fell to the ground at once. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 06:07 |
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Everything must be paid... Camrad_RIP 23.05.25 в 21:07 |
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* * * Camrad_RIP 23.05.25 в 17:58 |
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"Not quite right. It is pronounced with a stretched, soft "S" sound. Kros-s-syu." Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:08 |
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As I promised the president, I signed up for the Austroi language club instead of the Library club. And now, I'm basically playing the role of a free tutor for nine schoolchildren. I'm very lucky that this language is not very popular in this part of the country. From our class, besides me, only Siri attended the club; the rest were older. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 16:03 |
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That is, I thought that I would rest and do my own thing, occasionally helping a classmate, but everything turned out as always in this world, not as I thought. Since I justified my transfer by saying that I wanted to help others, thereby accelerating my social adaptation in my native country, this, as I thought, empty formal reply that everyone here took at face value. Now, at these hours, I have no time for rest, especially not for my own affairs. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 16:05 |
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There is another side to the coin, though. Acting as an "almost teacher" for the seniors, I gained quite a noticeable boost in authority. Somehow, the coldness in my relationships with my classmates disappeared. Khorin and Buzo stopped emitting anger during training. This was explained by the fact that one of those I helped was Khorin's sister, a completely different person from her boar-like brother, the fair-haired, slender Bris. It was to her that I explained the nuances of pronunciation. Bris was an interesting girl, outwardly fragile as a reed, and nevertheless the school champion in boarding saber. As I already knew, Emry was also into the same type of fencing, and they also went to the same club. This explained my truly angelic patience with this girl, who had no talent for languages. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 16:09 |
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Nevertheless, despite the increased workload, I was glad I chose this particular club. These classes gave me a lot in terms of understanding the behavior of locals. Which in turn allowed me to better get used to the role of a high school student in the city of Ristol and make fewer everyday mistakes. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 16:05 |
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But the main thing is that I managed to win Siri over. For the first time in a long time, I could chat with someone about nothing, just like that. And that was important. Only after talking to her did I realize that all this time I had been living the life of a hermit. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 16:20 |
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So now, I gave the group a task to practice pronunciation of a sound combination that is unusual for Shikuno, and chatted with Siri, who had already mastered this lesson. Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:07 |
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"You know, this happens very often. Probably stress..." The girl took my complaint very seriously. "You're not the only one. Many of our classmates, since they moved here and started studying, just like you, have stopped dreaming. The workload is taking its toll!" Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:35 |
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Yes, yes, yes, this little thing has been bothering me lately. I really have already forgotten the last time I had a dream. Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:35 |
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"My father told me that we dream about something every night. It's just that often we can't remember in the morning what we saw in our dreams, and it seems to us that we didn't dream about anything, but that's not true." Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:36 |
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"I know." I read about something similar in my native world. Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:36 |
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"Right! You still dream about something, but can’t remember when you wake up." Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:38 |
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Eh! If only I had her confidence, but in light of the devilry here, I already treat every little thing with caution. Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:39 |
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"I used to have wonderful and beautiful dreams," I complained to my classmate, adding regret to my voice. Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:47 |
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"You need to try to remember. As soon as you wake up, try to write down what you remember, only right away, before you even wash your face, before the dream fades from your memory!" Camrad_RIP 27.05.25 в 19:56 |
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"I tried." And it's real, I really did, on the third night, and no luck. Camrad_RIP 27.05.25 в 19:57 |
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"It's not working?" Camrad_RIP 27.05.25 в 19:57 |
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"Nope..." I shake my head in response. Camrad_RIP 27.05.25 в 19:58 |
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"It's a pity. But don't worry, it'll pass in time!" She's dreaming, it's easy for her to say that. I'm already getting paranoid about it. Camrad_RIP 27.05.25 в 19:58 |
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"Dan!" Brice, sitting at the next desk, called out to me. "Is that right? Cross-s-s-s!" Camrad_RIP 28.05.25 в 19:08 |
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"No, you need to pronounce the 's' sound softer, like a hissing sound." I need to hint to her to change this club to something else; she can't do anything, despite her considerable efforts. Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:46 |
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"S...Ss...Ss... Right?" Camrad_RIP 28.05.25 в 19:08 |
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"It's close." Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:46 |
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"I accidentally overheard your conversation." Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 13:34 |
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I didn’t get upset because Siri and I were talking normally, not whispering, and sitting at the next table she couldn’t help but hear us. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 13:34 |
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"If you don’t mind, take my advice..." And she fell silent at the most interesting point, looking at me expectantly. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 13:35 |
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Ah! Exactly! I'm a substitute teacher in this club, and according to local etiquette, I'm treated much more respectfully in this room than an ordinary junior student. True, this only applies to this club and doesn't work outside the classroom. Camrad_RIP 24.05.25 в 16:21 |
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"I'll be happy to accept." Camrad_RIP 25.05.25 в 11:40 |
