Happy Life
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- Ouch... - sitting on the bed, Genz strained his memory.
Imagine that - after all the impressive things he said, with his super-invisibility technique and 142 crit, he lost to a girl. Clicking his tongue, he irritably clenched and unclenched his fist several times, as if blaming it for its weakness.
Recalling his own words, spoken yesterday in the Skykin restaurant, about "a battle in which the enemy loses smoothly and with dignity," he was surprised to realize that this is exactly what it was:
- Heh, and that girl was good, not like I'm a newbie, - his mood made a bipolar jump of 180 degrees. - I will definitely take revenge someday, let's see who wins.
For some reason, he couldn't get those chaotic, sharp curls the color of golden wheat under the summer sun out of his head, through which piercing green eyes shone, as if predatory tiger eyes, but at the same time tender and a little sad - he had never seen such an unusual, but wonderful combination.
From this image, he again felt that same vague stirring in his chest, as yesterday evening, but not only:
- Hmm?.. What's up? - his gaze fell in surprise on the "second blade," thirsting for blood; the guy snorts. - And Nemu was right. Even after losing his strength and weapon, and being mortally wounded, you showed your fangs and struck. Well done.
He patted the fighter, showing his respect. He paused for a few moments, weighing something in his head.
...After some time, he finally glanced at the window - what time is it? The plan consisted of a simple fork - go chat with the clerk at the reception, or sleep a little longer if it's still dark, and then do the same.
Imagine that - after all the impressive things he said, with his super-invisibility technique and 142 crit, he lost to a girl. Clicking his tongue, he irritably clenched and unclenched his fist several times, as if blaming it for its weakness.
Recalling his own words, spoken yesterday in the Skykin restaurant, about "a battle in which the enemy loses smoothly and with dignity," he was surprised to realize that this is exactly what it was:
- Heh, and that girl was good, not like I'm a newbie, - his mood made a bipolar jump of 180 degrees. - I will definitely take revenge someday, let's see who wins.
For some reason, he couldn't get those chaotic, sharp curls the color of golden wheat under the summer sun out of his head, through which piercing green eyes shone, as if predatory tiger eyes, but at the same time tender and a little sad - he had never seen such an unusual, but wonderful combination.
From this image, he again felt that same vague stirring in his chest, as yesterday evening, but not only:
- Hmm?.. What's up? - his gaze fell in surprise on the "second blade," thirsting for blood; the guy snorts. - And Nemu was right. Even after losing his strength and weapon, and being mortally wounded, you showed your fangs and struck. Well done.
He patted the fighter, showing his respect. He paused for a few moments, weighing something in his head.
...After some time, he finally glanced at the window - what time is it? The plan consisted of a simple fork - go chat with the clerk at the reception, or sleep a little longer if it's still dark, and then do the same.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
