The Empire of Reimia (3)

Latro sat on a stool, legs spread, one of which he tapped, while also crossing his arms, furrowing his brow, and half-closing his eyes. It turned out that inventing something new from scratch wasn't such an easy task. The choice of element for the experiment was obvious – water, because his standard amplifier didn't have any applications on the battlefield under that slot. Opening one eye, he noticed that the president was already tinkering with some contraption – one couldn't expect anything less from Dark. Another young man was listlessly flipping through a manual, while yet another stared into space, mouth slightly open, barely blinking. Deciding to set a positive example for them, Lat jumped up, whirled around, rushed to the box of parts, rummaged through it again, grabbed a random handful of various things, and with a crash, dumped them onto the workbench next to the president's. Stretching his hands, fingers, neck, and shoulder girdle, he slapped himself hard on both cheeks and began to tinker with the metal. For starters, he decided to try something obvious – to create an amplifier that would provide the restoration of damaged body tissues directly in battle. "Rain!" he proclaimed, raising a finger in the air. This was the working title for the first prototype; it seemed very logical to him.