Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

"What about the press?"
-- Well, not everyone needs to train until they're exhausted. Division of labor, right? -- Varya remembered what Yukka had said about family, feeling slightly embarrassed. -- Well, anyway... Let's go somewhere else?

So many names, I can barely remember the players by the end of the game...

One look at the unfamiliar Nire was enough for her to realize the necessity of wearing a student uniform. She could still imagine sloppy, bookish nerds from wealthy families, but now she seriously doubted whether she had ended up in an imperial military academy, judging by the exam question.
—Well, hello, hmm, why not? 🙂 —she smiled slightly, exchanging glances with Cassia. —We're telling scary stories, it's your turn.

Varya knocks on door 204.

— To the left? Hmm... — Toad carefully examined his own poster. — Actually, I like that one more. Well, maybe it’s for the best; it’s always nice when your companion has different tastes than you, and you don’t have to share anything. But, getting back to your questions, — the guy adjusted his glasses and began to methodically answer one question after another, — I brought the posters from home, and I haven’t been around the area yet, so I don’t know anything about the local goods; yes, and feel free to make yourself at home — I don’t mind if you want to free up your part of the wall, just let me know. And as for magic... I’ve always liked the girl-mages from the books with illustrations that were sold in one of the stores in my city, and that’s why I’ve always wanted to learn something like that, but so far I can’t do anything. I hope I can learn something at this academy.

So many names, I can barely remember the players by the end of the game...

— Who is it? — A voice comes from behind the door.

Leila herself wasn't entirely sure how to answer Bonita's question, and so she could only look at Ixora with an equally puzzled expression.
“It would be strange to start reconnaissance by talking about who we are, where we're from, and what our names are,” the Taimanian smiled.

“You’re right, neighbor. Although I also like magical girls, there’s something about them that’s very attractive, if we’re talking about the same thing,” Vale corrected himself. “But there will probably be several of them here, so there shouldn’t be any problems, and everyone can find a girlfriend to their liking. And in your case, even a partner in magic,” the young man smirked at his ambiguous phrase, then quickly added. “But let’s agree right away that it’s better to practice magic outside this room, otherwise there might be a fire or something, and we’re on the fourth floor, and we won’t be able to leave the building quickly...” Vale was about to refer to his interlocutor’s physique, but decided that it was too early to joke about it. “After all, we’ll still have to collect our things, and delay is dangerous. We’re lucky that our door is near the stairs, but the other poor souls will certainly be pitied, but they are to blame themselves. How did you even decide to choose this floor, and not some lower one?”
As for the posters,” the guy suddenly remembered the beauties on the wall, “let them hang, besides, I don’t have anything to hang up yet. Maybe we’ll find something interesting later, when we go out into the city, and then we’ll change them.

-- Neighbors. We came to introduce ourselves.

— I'm busy, go away.

The sharp reply made one question the legend of the girl behind the door, but what can you do.
-- Well, we won't see her face today.
>Room 205.

— So, maybe this is just a plan to make your victim lose their guard. Or maybe these aren't even your real names. — Ixora wanted to say something, but Bonita interrupted her. — Alright, "Layla and Ixora from room 302," remember this: all of us students at this academy are enemies. By earning more points than the rest of our rivals, we've already eliminated a large number of those who wanted to enroll here. This will definitely ruin someone's life, cause irreparable harm to their self-esteem, and maybe even their emotional health. It's quite possible that someone might even turn to alcohol or go down some other dark path. So... playing friendly at this stage is at the very least foolish, and at most, offensive to those who have already dropped out of the race. Got it?

I actually mentioned the short name in parentheses.

—Haaa 😅 —Nira giggled awkwardly, trying not to pay attention to the familiar rural accent of the guest. —I've never heard of Medivil; I guess it doesn't appear in fashion magazines. But the story does sound quite creepy! It's good that it's free and safe here, isn't it? 😉 And by the way, my name is Nirianna, but you can just call me Nira. —she remembered, realizing she had forgotten to introduce herself.