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- Dude, - Ghenza tapped his forehead with his knuckles. - For a person who comes up with brilliant ideas left and right, you can be quite clueless sometimes. Better leave this whole contrast thing with Tirke. What was it called?... - He snapped his fingers, trying hard to remember. - Wait, sec.
He pulls out a guidebook and meticulously copies all the names he just saw, along with their intricate counterparts in their original form, then mutters to himself, running his finger along the newly written lines:
- Aha! 明光 - Akimitsu, bright light. A-K. A-K-I, like Ako. A strange coincidence, by the way, but never mind. Get it? Right in your nickname! And here's another one - now I'll be a philosopher - "bright light." And we need to use the "rattle" at "night." What shines at night? The moon. And the moon is like the opposite of the sun, darkness, so it turns out that you've already become closer in meaning to Chernobog. Understand? The boss appreciated your desire and, from the height of his wisdom and authority, blessed you for this endeavor. He saw something in you, - he gives his friend a hearty pat on the back. - So stop sulking, I'd be dancing in your place!
The weirdo, as predicted, was in the inner courtyard surrounded by sand.
He was busy reading some book... The cover showed the title - "how to stop hair loss and prevent baldness." Despite the appearance of two pairs of new eyes, he didn't try to hide his reading from them.
"Ha-ha, I see women around me every day."
—This... Sounded a bit strange, but okay, I'll keep it in mind. Actually, I was away and only returned at night, so... Maybe it's someone from my university classmates? I don't have any other assumptions. Thank you, and have a good day.
The guard leaves Asmidul alone and disappears into the morning street.
"Oh, you want some fresh socks, you weirdo... And what kind of fresh socks do you have, smart guy, just starting to explore these issues?" - thought Erika.
- I have a lot to do today, so it won't work out. But there's still a long way to go before the end of the semester, so there will be another opportunity to "see the city." And now, goodbye.
Erika no longer wants to talk to this guy, so she leaves. But not to the library, as planned, but to the transport station.
The guy smiled broadly and winked at the girl. She herself safely reaches the transport station an hour later.
"I need to hold on... Just a couple of days, and the duels will begin."
If the last old man was boring, this old man was so energetic that he aroused suspicion of taking some "fun" substances, but twelve-hour lectures didn't become any easier because of that.
Ushumgallu returns home.
Meanwhile, in one of the neighboring rooms, Iliman sat near the shield, recently splattered with sour cream, and was sad about something.
- Oh gods... What am I doing with my life... Why did I even come to this world... Where did I go wrong? How insignificant I am... I'm no better than an ant...
Somehow gathering his thoughts, he wiped the shield with a towel, and then panicked again, realizing that he didn't know what to do with this towel now.
- Maybe throw it away? But they gave it to us at the administration... What if they ask where it went? A-a-a! What to do... What to do...
Unable to find a solution, he hid the towel under the bed and went to sleep, not falling asleep until morning.
The assassination order for Druzh could have pleased Kamistella, but, alas, she was 8081 kilometers away from being informed of such information.
The artist's proposal was partly to her liking. She would gladly do various things with Kimchilla, but, alas, the latter had a rather interesting painting hanging in her mansion, and risking their established relationship for a pair of scissors would be unwise.
- Hmm, creative people sometimes become... complicated, - the lunar girl shook her head. - What do you think of Mr. Faineant's idea, Ms. Kimchilla? If you happen to want to, I'm not against it. Why did I specify that? Just in case. I like to put dots on the "i." You need to consider all possible outcomes in life, even the most exotic ones. Especially when you talk to an artist. The world seems to live by different laws with Mr. Faineant.
However, it became clear from Kamistella's face that she did not consider the artist's proposal appropriate.
- Then... Do ten push-ups. I think that will help me a lot.
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Forgot to write that, I guess.
Lacking alternatives, Insho goes to the transport station, waits for the stagecoach, and sets off for Sizki.