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As planned, Seliad headed to the industrial district to inquire about the job opportunity offered there.

— I... — The girl couldn't find the right words for this situation.
— Foolish child. — The man in the mask, who hadn't said a word until now, intervened in the conversation. — You say that the art of war is not a game, but your reflections are nothing more than the naive dreams of a foolish child. Why, in your opinion, was the weapon you carry forged with a sharp blade? Why are the techniques your master taught you so dangerous? A warrior is a sword, and the purpose of a sword is one thing: to kill others. If a person wants to help others, they become a healer, a teacher, or a politician. All of humanity's troubles stem from disease, stupidity, and injustice. A warrior does not solve these problems; they can only help one side of a conflict eliminate its consequences. Those who embark on this path in order to "help others" are either fools or liars. Who are you?

-- Illness, foolishness, injustice... Is that it? And what am I dealing with this time, what battle am I supposed to face?

The effect is permanent.

"You don't have to do anything, it's your choice," Ayame calmly remarked. "But a warrior, like a sword, should be sharp. Without practice, he is nothing more than a clown, amusingly wielding a long knife."

/Are there any limitations? One item per day? There must be a catch, I don't believe it!

-- And with that practice you're suggesting, is he dead or a killer?
Shimizu looked carefully at the duelist, trying to assess her physique. Maybe she's not that weak, and it won't hurt her? But in any case, after the fight, medicine will be needed, and there isn't any yet... And if I buy it? Oh, this is not going to end well, I should have run away immediately...