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Moriner nodded silently, expressing great interest.
-Then, my last question, and I apologize for taking up so much of your time: if a person is naturally lucky, wins lotteries, finds money on the street, and so on, will this have any effect on the statuette, or does it not matter in this case?

— I'm afraid I can't answer that question.

/ What's wrong with the drawing?

It deviates somewhat from the image of the empress that she has maintained for the past six months.

The following students gathered at the new firearms club: Eli, Xenomia, Bertrand, Mira Ordknight, Rayla, Selena, and Anelotta.
Unlike the others, Eli sat with her legs on the table and her arms behind her head.
“What is this?” Rayla asked directly about the purpose of the meeting.
“I’m the president,” Eli took sunglasses out of her bag, put them on, then took a cigar out and lit it, but the tobacco didn’t suit her, and after coughing heavily, the girl threw it in the corner of the room.
“I’m leaving,” Mira got up from her seat and tried to leave the room, but when she found herself in the sights of a gun in Eli’s hand, she sat back down. “Okay…”

Miya barely managed to hold back a laugh at such a scene. Eli is still so cute, no wonder she came to the club.
“So, did you found it yourself?” Xenomia said half-jokingly, then suddenly became serious and took out a notebook. “I’m ready, what’s the plan?”

-Thank you very much for your help. -As he was about to leave, Moriner remembered Linnea's request from earlier that day:
-Oh, yes, I also wanted to buy these boots.

Ples, all your money + the remainder of mine? and a 10% discount

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apparently, Siv joined a club organized by Shogo.

Bertrand was a little surprised to find himself in an all-female group. He even thought he had gone to the wrong office and wandered into some kind of cooking club, but when he saw Ellie, everything immediately fell into place.

Linnea, Theseus, Ryuji, Wizenia, Issei, and Shogo gathered in the literary club. After introducing the freshmen to the club's activities, the president asked everyone interested to write a story or poem on a free topic. Shogo finished first and, with the senior's permission, volunteered to read his work.

A Million Strikes of the Lone Warrior's Katana
His journey began where the lines of life converge: an inverted plateau with a dozen small offshoots. As befitting a warrior, he didn't step over the cracks in the dry surface of this land but walked directly along them until he reached the ravines neatly arranged between the mountain spurs. How would he overcome them? The warrior didn't dwell on this question for long and began carrying water there. With all the diligence inherent in a person with his iron philosophy, he finally turned the ravine into a river and continued on his way.
Continuing to move up the mountain, he reached a sparse forest, where he encountered woodcutters aggressively felling the trees. Trees had never been an obstacle for the warrior, but he preferred when there were none, so he didn't interfere with the woodcutters and waited for them to finish their work. When the deforestation was over, they left, and he dragged his boat along, still wet from contact with the artificial river he had created earlier.
His first stop was at the foot of the mountain, where he encountered, this time, a dense forest. He didn't want to rely on the help of woodcutters again, but he also didn't feel like cutting down the forest himself, so he decided to moisten it with the liquid he had collected in the boat he was still dragging behind him. The wet forest was not as harsh to him as the dry one, so he was able to continue on his way without any obstacles. Finally, before him lay a cave sealed with paper talismans, the source of all evil in these lands, his goal and his opponent. He knew what he had to do: his katana could no longer remain in its scabbard and broke free, striking one blow after another. The warrior's blade pushed the opponent back, and they delved deeper and deeper until, finally, the swordsman emerged victorious. His katana was illuminated by the light of day and filled the cave with millions of spirits of life, and since then, the people of this land have lived happily, without fear of the wrath of evil spirits.

Added 10 minutes later

- What should I do with them? Oh, that's a cool thing... - Lattro rummaged through the junk. - Which way does it screw in? There's no flathead screwdriver, maybe a coin will do?... Hmm... okay, how does it work...

It is necessary to choose an amplifier for a specific element. Start working with it according to the instructions. Choose the desired concept, create an image in your mind according to your ideas about the chosen element and its practical application. After completing the work, the amplifier's parameters cannot be changed, and each student had three "attempts."

/ If you tell Xenomia about this, she'll agree, Heroist. It can't be worse than an F, right?.. /

Well, if you don't mind, I can try to pass it on later. If you get bad luck too, just give it back to me.

Marey had never been a fan of Nihon culture; one could even say he was rather indifferent to it, and his vocabulary in Nihon was far from perfect, but he felt neither aversion nor particular disappointment. The group was small, ethnically diverse, but weren't most of the Realm's inhabitants foreign to him? The quiet composure and businesslike attitude of the club members, however, only inspired the sorcerer with affection and solidarity.
The session turned out to be quite fascinating, and at the end, Marey was in a state of mild confusion, wondering how quickly the time had flown by, although that wasn't the only reason. Having developed neat and beautiful handwriting since childhood, Marey was used to approaching writing primarily from a utilitarian perspective, and although he recognized the aesthetics, he discovered the creative aspect for the first time at the club meeting. The standard Siivol was the same for everyone, but among the students' work, there were no two identical pieces. In each brushstroke, there was the author's personal perception of the hieroglyph, their established character, their current emotions. Marey realized this from the very beginning, but how bitterly he felt when he understood that his skill did not allow him to express on paper everything that his mind contained! He wrote the symbol over and over again, sometimes faltering, rushing, not calculating the ink, and clearly not meeting the requirements of a meditative state of concentration. He calmed down, gathered himself, and started again, but still left the room in a somewhat irritated state.
"It's a different culture, after all. To write like a Nihon, you have to think like a Nihon, or something like that."
Nevertheless, he was quite satisfied; the day had passed pleasantly and usefully. Would he continue to attend the club? He certainly wanted to, but was his mind too restless, too unstable for this activity? Or, on the contrary, was it precisely because of this that he should go, to achieve inner harmony – and he seemed, albeit in rare moments, to be approaching something like that? The decision, however, was not urgent, and for now, he could practice on his own; in the process, he would understand how much he liked it.
"Maybe I should organize a club myself? A magical one... But would I, even as a chairman, try to organize these people, to keep them busy with something? Absurd... And besides, all the most interesting things are done in secret, and wouldn't someone report me if I were to do something like that summoning I did earlier? No, that's hardly the best idea..."

- Uh... Prez, - Latro tugged at Dark's sleeve. - I didn't understand anything. What's this "concept"? Are we modifying one of our amplifiers to have a different effect?

Well, if you don't mind, I can try to pass it on to you later. If I also have bad luck, just return it to me.

/ Well, I probably won't be able to return it, but I wanted to ask you to add some money to buy the Camelot book, okay?/

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Miya barely managed to suppress a laugh at such a sight. Eli is truly adorable, no wonder she came to the club.
-- So, you founded it yourself? -- Xenomia said half-jokingly, then suddenly became serious and took out a notebook. -- I'm ready, what's the plan of action?

— Plan? — Eli was surprised. — What plan? Hmm... — She thoughtfully scratched the back of her head. — Let's go to the forest.

- Eee... Prez, - Latro pulled Dark by the sleeve. - I didn't understand anything. What's this "concept"? Are we turning one of our existing settlers into something with a different effect?

— More like creating a new one from scratch. It's unlikely that anything worthwhile will come of it, but since we were told to do it, we will.

— A plan? — Eli was surprised. — What plan? Mmm... — She thoughtfully scratched her head. — Let’s go to the forest.

— Active training of our skills in handling weapons! — Mia concluded enthusiastically, scribbling in her notebook. — Of course, we should warn the teachers that we are going to do this... Hmm... And ask for equipment, I suppose, few people have their own weapons. As a club, are we allowed to have such things?

– Uh, maybe.