Posts from The Empire of Reimia (3)

To be honest, I don't see any major issues with having axes.

A belt axe is a small axe worn on a belt or shoulder strap. It was used in colonial troops and militia units of France and England, as well as in North America by soldier-settlers as an additional weapon, replacing the sword. It was also used by hunters, traders, and travelers.

/I didn't say it's a problem, rather just a dissonance, considering it's the twentieth century. But why not.../

The twentieth century with androids, magic, superhumans, and a device that turns an ordinary person into a super-soldier.

I'm going to the roof.

Upon reaching the rooftop, he encounters Anelotte and Lyte, who are engaged in a heated argument.

- Oh, and you're here too, hello, - Latro greeted the couple. - Hope I'm not disturbing you?

Two of them ignored Latro’s question and continued their conversation. “Do you want to repeat that again?!” As could be seen, Anelotta’s eyebrows took on a sharp angle, and her face was currently distorted with negative emotions. “I said it once, and I’ll say it again: all of you women are prostitutes and liars.” “Spoken like a true loser! Who hurt you?” “No one hurt me, but the gods or nature hurt you, creating such an abomination.” “W-what…? How pathetic you are… You can’t even hope that anyone will love you except for your own hand.” “Tch.” Light spat. “There’s more dignity in my spit than in your entire life.” This exchange of compliments continued for some time, until Anelotta finally turned to Latro. “And you? Why are you standing there? Tell him something, or are you just as much of a loser?”

Toutaru enjoyed wielding an axe. He also tried wielding two at once, like the ancient warriors his grandfather used to tell him about. That's the kind of warrior the boy imagined himself to be. "Teacher, teacher, what if I had many axes and threw them at the enemies?! Is that allowed?!"

— Ha-ha, it might be possible, but it’s not worth it. It’s better to use guns for that.

- I must say, I'm a bit taken aback by your behavior. I stepped out for some fresh air, and now I have to deal with your drama. I thought the academy only accepted students who are at least sixteen? You seem intelligent, but don't you see that he's just trying to provoke you? I was in a similar situation once, but it was much worse – I had bruises and scrapes that took months to heal, and I got through it. It's a natural process: someone eventually apologizes, and those who are less bright often end up dying from various things – only the earth can fix them. Light, why are you doing this? Is it because you can't pull someone's pigtails anymore? And if there's really some deep-seated trauma behind your facade, then you should understand that there's no point in venting your anger on random people – it might give you a momentary sadistic satisfaction, but in the end, it will poison everything around you, including yourself.
Latro adopted a very serious expression.
- Let me tell you this: we have a long period of совместное обучение and participation in exercises that simulate combat situations ahead of us. And maybe even real combat, who knows. If, because of your problems, we mess up in the Competitive, you'll let down and embarrass all of us in front of the school or the country. But if it happens in a real situation, people will simply die. Their deaths will be on your hands, and on the conscience of your family – and possibly on ours as well. Depending on the importance of the failed mission, there could be countless innocent civilians who die as well. You may see all of this now as a boring lecture or unnecessary pressure, preferring pride or indifference over common sense, but what are you even doing here? There are safe, desk-job positions available for people who can't overcome their weaknesses, like sorting papers or working in the fields, he shook his head. - I can't believe that I, like an old man, have to explain such obvious things.
He turned around and headed back into the building.
- See you in class.

- Well, can I try to throw it?

— Better not.

He turned around and headed back into the building. - See you in class.

The last thing Latro heard before leaving were Light's thoughts about what he had just said – pfft, if anything undermines our chances of success in the event of military action, it's the fact that the weaker sex was even allowed into the military academy. That's why it's the weaker sex.

While her classmate happily swung an axe, Linnea preferred katanas. And even though they were no longer as effective as they had been a century or two ago, the Reimi was seriously planning to attend Maya's future lectures as well. After all, she had been interested in the imperial art of swordsmanship since childhood.
— Could you tell me more about what role those who dedicate their lives to the sword play in war?

I’m going to play as an Engineer.