The Empire of Reimia (3)

The Club of Primitivism. Founder and president: Spark Zareks; interested parties: Galmei, Gilbert, Naru Enemkar, Engar.
At the club's first meeting, Spark Zareks spoke about the romance of the primitive world and idealized the concept of human life during that period. He highlighted the simplicity and fairness of life, the beauty of nature in comparison to modern cities, and insisted that such a lifestyle was more natural for humans.
— The whole world was open to humans; they were free and could live as they pleased, wherever they pleased. They had no obligations to others and received from life only what they deserved. They threw a spear, killed a beast, prepared food, and that was it; the work was done. But what about modern humans? They throw a spear for eight hours a day, and why? Just as before, to feed themselves, but despite the greater emotional expenditure, they don't even have the same degree of freedom and free time...
— Hmm. — Naru pondered and made some notes in her notebook. — My initial assumption was correct, and the Reimi are indeed dissatisfied with the current state of affairs in their society...
— All the problems stem from technology, — Galmei commented. — Indeed, if we were to abandon some of the modern conveniences and return to the old ways, people would lead more fulfilling lives.
The club meeting continued for some time in a similar atmosphere.

Added 19 minutes later

- So, one team dies, and the other is expelled from the academy? - Bert said ironically. - I doubt anyone would like that, except you. Maybe it would be better to organize a competition and shoot at inanimate objects, and give something to the best shooter, or organize a hunt for animals. It's no less interesting, but much safer.

— How are you going to go to war? — Eli was genuinely surprised. — Do you think anyone will ask you if you like it or not?

Xenomia sighed.
-- No, the Competitive is great. But we could also hunt animals.

— You know, poaching isn't much different from what Eli is suggesting, — Reila noted. — How about we all go home and let the crazy one entertain herself? Who knows, maybe she'll accidentally shoot herself.

-- Eli, — she said firmly in a low voice to her bloodthirsty friend as she passed by. — The guys won't agree to live ammunition; you can see it in their eyes. To make it fun, sometimes you have to give in a little. Please, for me. I won't survive if something happens to you.

— What do you mean? Will someone kill you if something happens to me? Are you sick? Is that a bracelet?! I told you, let's cut it off!!