Happy Life
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Having approached the girl who was registering the participants, Latro, with a practiced, fluid motion, drew his revolver, spun it on his finger a dozen times, then stopped it with a sharp movement, gripping the barrel with the handle forward, and placed it on the table in front of her.
“Hello,” he said with a smile, stroking the barrel. What he had just done might seem silly and childish, but he really wanted to show off his dexterity.
Although, the reason wasn't just that – the long-awaited Competitive event had finally arrived, and he was bursting with energy. Stepping away from the registration desk, he surveyed the hall where their class was gathered: some stood and stared into space, some were listlessly chatting with each other, and some were beaming, sharing his own enthusiasm. Spotting the nearest bench, Latro spread a cloth on it and jumped up with his feet.
“Class Three! A moment of your attention, please!” he exclaimed, raising his hands. “Friends! And also those who, for some reason, still naively don't consider themselves as such. I am very glad that we have reached this point. Today, we will finally put our skills to the test, not just for a grade, but for a real result. The other classes are very strong; we shouldn't underestimate them, but I can say the same about ours. Our powerful fighters and our iron commander are capable of securing victory over any opponent! Even if we lose today, we will test our capabilities and strengthen our spirit. But if we win,” he closed his eyes, shook his head, and placed his hand on his chest. “Just imagine it. Feel it and keep it inside. If we win, won't that be the most magnificent feeling possible?... We are all very different people, with different motivations and backgrounds, but a day like this unites us in its greatness!”
He glanced at those who remained in reserve:
“Your support here means much more than just an extra unit. Please believe in our victory. And enjoy the show.”
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“Hello,” he said with a smile, stroking the barrel. What he had just done might seem silly and childish, but he really wanted to show off his dexterity.
Although, the reason wasn't just that – the long-awaited Competitive event had finally arrived, and he was bursting with energy. Stepping away from the registration desk, he surveyed the hall where their class was gathered: some stood and stared into space, some were listlessly chatting with each other, and some were beaming, sharing his own enthusiasm. Spotting the nearest bench, Latro spread a cloth on it and jumped up with his feet.
“Class Three! A moment of your attention, please!” he exclaimed, raising his hands. “Friends! And also those who, for some reason, still naively don't consider themselves as such. I am very glad that we have reached this point. Today, we will finally put our skills to the test, not just for a grade, but for a real result. The other classes are very strong; we shouldn't underestimate them, but I can say the same about ours. Our powerful fighters and our iron commander are capable of securing victory over any opponent! Even if we lose today, we will test our capabilities and strengthen our spirit. But if we win,” he closed his eyes, shook his head, and placed his hand on his chest. “Just imagine it. Feel it and keep it inside. If we win, won't that be the most magnificent feeling possible?... We are all very different people, with different motivations and backgrounds, but a day like this unites us in its greatness!”
He glanced at those who remained in reserve:
“Your support here means much more than just an extra unit. Please believe in our victory. And enjoy the show.”
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