🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Sitting in a secluded, hidden corner, away from prying eyes, sipping on hospital-grade liquid, Genza simultaneously fills out the Asugukh diary. The unpleasant experience he had has made him reconsider his approach to logging, so this time the entries are perfectly neat, unemotional, mechanistic, written in a completely different style, concise and with almost no unnecessary details or references to real places and people.

Title

1. The square is crowded, with mixed moods. I know three faces, and now I've seen the rest (*x8). What to do is still unclear. I had a snack; it's a good place (*), and I see familiar faces. We agreed to meet more often. A foreigner (*) runs the studio; it has an unusual look. Nothing interesting in GP (*), just a collection for a ship (*). I bought some supplies (*). I went to a new place (*); the assortment is unusual, and the saleswoman (*) is polite. GR (*) is useless; the representative (*) doesn't even know what I'm talking about. I bought a souvenir in the arcade (*) so I wouldn't leave empty-handed. Gura (*) is also not from here; they have a strong diaspora. And one more (*) in the institution (*). I wasted my time completely; the theologians (*) on the floor are completely detached from reality; good luck to the two (*) who were hanging around in the hall, hoping for a bright future. I listened to the music (*), got bored, and left. I arrived at night; while walking from the station (*), I thought I heard someone call out, but I didn't see anyone (*). 2. The admin (*) said that someone (*) got lost; I hope they find them. I moved on, from the carriage (*) straight to the shop (*); the owner (*) is interesting. I left an order. GP (*) and the person who greeted me (*) are equally useless compared to GR. I warmed up (*), defeated three (*), nothing special. I talked about life with a soldier (*). I stayed overnight (*). 3. I picked up the order, went to the address (*), left the souvenir, and didn't linger. I moved on. The restaurant (*) is empty; the staff (*) apologizes; a giant (*) ate everything. Well, at least it wasn't people this time. I went to an old place; the drunk (*) refused to pay, and there was almost an incident. I donated to a charitable cause; the dandy (*) was clearly hired specifically to attract the other half. The random shop (*) is creepy; the girl (*) in it is too rustic. The last equipment shop (*) is closed forever. ... 4-6? (*). I decided to take a vacation, have some fun, and rest my body and soul. From point A (*) to point B (*), the route is almost direct: station (*) - gate (*) - station (*). I walked around the location; it's just a village. A couple of shops (*) with owners (*), an admin office (*), and a temporary shelter (*). While I was sitting there, I counted the number of local bosses (*x13 + *x10). The slaves should remember who's in charge. The complex (*) is "very" fun. While I was watching the waitress (*) in the bar (*), some guy (*) attacked a Chaldean (*). Now, out of all (*) doors, only one is open to the public. I spent a long time reading the names of the participants (*x23), trying to figure out what they might be like. It turned out to be a waste of time - they removed almost half. The tournament was not enjoyable; it was a circus and a farce, very much in the style of the host. I managed to talk to three ordinary people (*) along the way - they were not quite right. Even the receptionist at the hospital (*) is dishonest (*). On the way back, I was attacked by five thugs (*). The worst vacation of my life.

The scars have long since healed, and the nails are starting to grow back, but even so, the long, delicate pencil work brings a nagging pain to his fingers. It doesn't matter. Compared to the moment of their loss, this is just a drop in the ocean. The diary receives its final entry; the string is wrapped around the holder, and the writing is sent to the inventory - to join the previously filled Tunguska notebook. The notebook contains entries corresponding to what was seen and understood with his own eyes in the arena and from the mentors. Along the way, his gaze was again struck by some old category names; he wanted to cross them out and write something more sensible, but for the sake of accuracy, he had to leave them. However, a new one was added.

Title

Awesome!:
Fast Sword
Moon Dance
Lightning Speed
Duelist
Inferno

Cool!:
Imperial Sword Art
Crescent Moon
Full Moon
Frenzy
Arc

Okay:
Talwar
Two-Handed Sword
Welfer Sword
Piercing Strikes

Useful:
Counterattack
Secret Slot

For Some:
Shield
Shield Bash
Control

Garbage:
Em
Es
Eromaster
Self-Expression
Shibari
Pressure

After taking a sip of the hospital concoction, he finishes the plate without any appetite.