Happy Life
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- I remember, and I'll take care of it, however... - she sighs. - Why are you hanging flags around for no reason? Have you forgotten about the upcoming jubilee? We need to do everything quickly and efficiently, and then we can return and rest peacefully. Azarine still has a lot of Odhisana to see. Do you remember what I said in the cave? And that this isn't the end of the Divine Comedy? In short, I understand your idea, but that doesn't give you a reason to relax; on the contrary, promises must be kept. And I will help you do that.
From his first "other" slot, a pink omamori is taken out, and an amethyst is placed in its place.
- For now, I'll keep it safe, and I'll give it back on the way back. Don't worry, I'll talk to the Kamiasama-tachi, and they'll turn a blind eye to it. You know how high their IQ is? They all understand perfectly and won't get hung up on unnecessary formalities; so, it won't lose its power, on the contrary - it will recharge in the presence of the miko-sama. And don't even think about trying to trick me with your tricks - here it is, firmly held in my palm, and I'm looking at it intently. So don't even argue, or the negative emotions will definitely ruin the effect - and then it will be a completely absurd situation, - two more emeralds are placed in the glove. - And this is just in case, as a dietary supplement. But the amethyst must be consumed and remain active until the end of the operation! I'll check! I specifically brought a whole pack for everyone.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she stands grimly, tilting her head to the side and tapping her geta. Finally, she moves on to the next scene - by slowly drawing her katana from its scabbard.
Closing her eyes, she places the blade of the "Flower of Nihon" on her palm, begins to chant a norito, and guides it along her skin with the edge of the blade, cutting into it. Contrary to expectations, the blood from the wound does not soak into the ground beneath her feet, but is completely absorbed by the blade, after which the wound heals.
The second verse of the norito is accompanied by a golden glow from the katana's blade, from which a tangible pseudopod separates, lazily reaching out to the black aura of the Lord, and upon touching it, diffuses, pumping three stacks of inner barrier into it.
Having finished the chanting and with impeccable accuracy and grace returning the weapon to its scabbard, Aiyano finally opens her eyes.
- Well, how do you feel? You won't get one-shot anywhere now, and everything will be fine.
From his first "other" slot, a pink omamori is taken out, and an amethyst is placed in its place.
- For now, I'll keep it safe, and I'll give it back on the way back. Don't worry, I'll talk to the Kamiasama-tachi, and they'll turn a blind eye to it. You know how high their IQ is? They all understand perfectly and won't get hung up on unnecessary formalities; so, it won't lose its power, on the contrary - it will recharge in the presence of the miko-sama. And don't even think about trying to trick me with your tricks - here it is, firmly held in my palm, and I'm looking at it intently. So don't even argue, or the negative emotions will definitely ruin the effect - and then it will be a completely absurd situation, - two more emeralds are placed in the glove. - And this is just in case, as a dietary supplement. But the amethyst must be consumed and remain active until the end of the operation! I'll check! I specifically brought a whole pack for everyone.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she stands grimly, tilting her head to the side and tapping her geta. Finally, she moves on to the next scene - by slowly drawing her katana from its scabbard.
Closing her eyes, she places the blade of the "Flower of Nihon" on her palm, begins to chant a norito, and guides it along her skin with the edge of the blade, cutting into it. Contrary to expectations, the blood from the wound does not soak into the ground beneath her feet, but is completely absorbed by the blade, after which the wound heals.
The second verse of the norito is accompanied by a golden glow from the katana's blade, from which a tangible pseudopod separates, lazily reaching out to the black aura of the Lord, and upon touching it, diffuses, pumping three stacks of inner barrier into it.
Having finished the chanting and with impeccable accuracy and grace returning the weapon to its scabbard, Aiyano finally opens her eyes.
- Well, how do you feel? You won't get one-shot anywhere now, and everything will be fine.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
