🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

"Why is she even here?"
A useless, fidgety creature. For a moment, Ushumgal wanted to grab her by the throat and squeeze, just to make her stop chattering, but he restrained himself.
-- Do you know Akkad Babbara? The second-to-last king of Calcite.

Wrinkling his already worn face, the paramedic spins a Zippo lighter between his fingers, but doesn't light it, so as not to create a smell, although he wanted to. Without taking his hand off the "first" blade and remembering the grueling training complex in Shingen last year, and surely some others after that, he looks around 365 times more intensely than during the "Akira" and "Don't get a beating from the teacher" operations, as he follows the trail of blood.

"Not a playboy, but an introvert," the guy shared his personal diagnosis. "That's why I only feel comfortable communicating with people I've known for more than a year. And I don't need discounts, otherwise you're a bad psychopath." He chuckled at this silly joke and pulled a filled sheet with the last column out of his bag. "Actually, I came for a reason. Remember, I once promised to gather a list of hobbies from the residents of Asuguh? Well, even though a year has passed, and it's probably not relevant anymore, I keep my word. Maybe this will be a starting point for you in the future.