Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

— Well, I don't really like the idea of speculating about what others are thinking, as it's essentially gossip and conjecture, so...

It was strange to see the complex so empty, with the solitary Iori proudly standing in its center. Apparently, due to the lack of external stimuli, Iori was absorbed in his thoughts. Perhaps he had even forgotten why he came here. A familiar situation from personal experience. All that remained was to guess how long he had been in this state. Sometimes an hour or two can pass, and you don't even notice.
— What are you thinking about? — approaching closer and looking the young man up and down, the Ta'imian tried to bring Iori back to reality.

Well... thanks then.

-- No, that's not what I meant... Sorry if it sounds that way, but I have a simple thought: the cultural differences between you, me, or Futaba aren't that significant. At our core, we are similar: we value our comrades, and we don't like it... To put it mildly, we don't like it when something happens to them or someone tries to do them harm.
-- Futaba spent all her diplomatic skills, a huge amount of words, and almost threats at the ceremonies to make General Mandragora ease up on what was happening, if not completely cancel it, and in the end, yes, with a little help from Teacher Ianira, the situation was completely resolved. In Futaba's actions, I saw her attitude and her diligence. In this regard, my neighbor earned my great respect then, but I'm a little uncomfortable seeing that... Well, never mind, it's not important.
-- Perhaps, we shouldn't delve too deeply into this topic, because you probably just came here to study, not to get involved in all sorts of stories, -- said Varya, for whom some of Oleg's answers seemed like an attempt to escape from reality -- if that's the case, then he is, unfortunately, not ready for a more frank conversation. Although, it was a little sad that she couldn't rely on a fellow refitter to open up about his thoughts, as she had hoped.
Varya smiled slightly awkwardly.
-- I probably shouldn't burden you... But the situation for Futaba is clearly not entirely simple, that's what I wanted to say. Don't think that I'm walking around with a sour face or something... But I have to choose my words carefully.

— That’s how it is... I understand. — Oleg was visibly confused, not knowing how to respond to this unexpected speech. — Well... Okay, I guess I’ll go now.

Is that okay? she said warmly as she said goodbye.

— It's thanks to you, — he leans in to continue in a whisper, — because of the frequent moves, Yumiko didn't manage to make friends, so I'm very grateful to you.
— Ah! — Yumiko runs up to Futabe and pulls her away from her father. — Don't listen to him, or he'll corrupt your innocent heart!

— Uh, okay. — Not fully understanding what Varya was asking his permission for, Oleg disappears over the horizon.

— Maybe, haha, — Leila smiled broadly in response to the spearman's joke. — Considering your duel with James, I think an aerobics class would be best for us. Your spear is indeed powerful, but it doesn't always hit its target. And one more hit in your first encounter could have decided the outcome in your favor. So, I suggest we work on that. We'll also warm up before Miss Siege's competition. What do you think?

Iori and Leila have an intense workout session in the aerobics room and emerge as changed people (+3 to accuracy).