Happy Life
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He took a cigarette.
- And like this. And like this... And like this... And also like this... - he showed the older guy the numerous marks from the blows on all parts of his body. - I did go to Mariha. Well, you know... At first, it was tolerable - I came there full of strength and determination, running around, lifting weights. But after a while, the whip started to penetrate my soul. First, I just slowed down - being beaten also drains energy, just as much as the exercises themselves, and I started getting hit more often... Then I thought - "okay, let's see how long you can keep this up, I have the whole day, and your arm will fall off before I lose consciousness." But her arm just kept going and going. And then another thought came to me - with each of her blows, I imagined myself delivering the exact same blow back to her, and she would let out a chesty groan with each one. She even had that deadpan smile on her face the whole time, clearly not regretting that she became a teacher... After that, it became easier for me. I don't even remember how the session ended.
Latro told all this, hugging his head with his hands, swaying back and forth, and staring blankly at the ground. Finally, shaking his head, he took a deep drag from his cigarette, held the smoke in his lungs for a long time, and said on the exhale:
- War is hell.
- And like this. And like this... And like this... And also like this... - he showed the older guy the numerous marks from the blows on all parts of his body. - I did go to Mariha. Well, you know... At first, it was tolerable - I came there full of strength and determination, running around, lifting weights. But after a while, the whip started to penetrate my soul. First, I just slowed down - being beaten also drains energy, just as much as the exercises themselves, and I started getting hit more often... Then I thought - "okay, let's see how long you can keep this up, I have the whole day, and your arm will fall off before I lose consciousness." But her arm just kept going and going. And then another thought came to me - with each of her blows, I imagined myself delivering the exact same blow back to her, and she would let out a chesty groan with each one. She even had that deadpan smile on her face the whole time, clearly not regretting that she became a teacher... After that, it became easier for me. I don't even remember how the session ended.
Latro told all this, hugging his head with his hands, swaying back and forth, and staring blankly at the ground. Finally, shaking his head, he took a deep drag from his cigarette, held the smoke in his lungs for a long time, and said on the exhale:
- War is hell.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
