Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

— Hmm... I think you are perfectly healthy, so what you described earlier is most likely just your, let's say, quirk. If you want, I can prescribe and sell you a medicine that will help you manage the symptoms.

– Oh? So, something like that actually exists? – Varya was surprised, having been disheartened after the doctor’s initial words. – And how much does it cost?

One package, costing 300 reek, contains 56 tablets. You need to take them constantly, twice a day, 2 tablets each time, before breakfast and dinner.

– For two weeks… – Varya calculated. – And can I only take it weekly, during my important competitions, and not at other times? Will the effect disappear? And are there any side effects?

— The effect of the drug is cumulative, so it needs to be taken constantly. The only side effects are individual intolerance and a slight decrease in cognitive abilities during use (-20% to experience).

slight decrease in cognitive abilities during use (-20% to experience)

Everything is fine; Dinorsis has been like this since childhood, and that's perfectly normal. He's not only a talented artist but also one of the most prominent students at the Academy.

"So, that's six hundred a month... It would be quite difficult to manage, even in the last quarter, let alone the current one. And I won't be thinking clearly..."
-- Oh well, it's not enough for me to keep taking it. Never mind... -- sighed Varya. -- Maybe someday I'll become richer, and then... But still, thank you very much for examining me and making a diagnosis; now at least I know what's going on, madam... I don't think you told me your name.

– I haven’t even sent you the bill for the consultation yet.

— Ivalis. — The woman smiled. — You’re welcome, and here’s your receipt.

12:35 05.09.3996
Bless Technologies, local branch of Alma.
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- Medical consultation (199)
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Total: 199 reaks
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Have a good day, come again!

"I think I clarified the cost of the examination... Well, of course, it's not free, but what can you do... Being sick is expensive." -- Thank you, Madam Ivalis. "Wasn't that the name of their company's president? Never mind, I'm not sure, I won't ask again to avoid an awkward situation." She pays the money at the cashier and goes to the Academy.

And now... Gideon placed a camera and its charger on the table. Time for research! He smirked, took a book on Bless technology, opened it, and studied the knowledge contained within.

Have you ever dreamed of learning to draw, but found yourself lacking the innate talent or the time to master the art? No problem! With modern technology, you can capture what your eyes see with the snap of a finger! Our company's cameras are at your service! And who knows, perhaps with the development of technology, people will be able not only to transfer reality to photos but also to extract images and pictures from our imagination! Device The body and general parts of the camera are made of furfur, a byproduct of pururu processing. To prepare the material with the desired hardness and weight – light and convenient to use, but not fragile enough to break during operation – a temperature of -4°C is used. A special light-sensitive pururu, or, as it is sometimes called, photoquartz, is used to record the actual image of reality that enters the device's lens (the device through which the reflected light stream passes). The lens, in turn, consists of a set of lenses, and in newer camera models, there is the possibility of adjusting or changing the distance to the subject, which is achieved by changing the position of these lenses. Other important parts of the camera are the shutter and the glass viewfinder. The shutter regulates the passage of light into the camera: when the shutter button is pressed, it allows light to pass inside for a moment, and then closes again, which allows the desired image to be captured on the photoquartz. The glass viewfinder is not a necessary component of the camera, and it can function without it, but it is still very useful, as it allows the photographer to see the content of the future photograph. The camera also has a flash, which is necessary to create lighting in dark conditions and inside unlit rooms. After the shooting is completed, the photoquartz, which is the carrier of the final image, is removed – it has done its job and can no longer be used to record new images. After that, it can be used to transfer the captured image to paper, and there are no restrictions on the number of photographs; you can make a hundred copies from one photoquartz. Effect: The character's photographs are more valuable.

Offer your services as a photographer for the magazine, Frag...

Aorih will offer.
(Photo of Vari during a consultation)
"Health problems? What secrets does Barbarian Bellring hide?"
(Photo of Vita punching Futabu in the face)
"An assassination attempt on Her Majesty's life. What fate now awaits Vita Pleione?"
(Photo of red and sweaty Iori with Leila)
"A secret meeting? What other training is the academic complex used for?"

— We should definitely advertise in the city, — said Shira, — it will bring in more money and give us the opportunity to be in the spotlight for a large number of people, and we can also please the aesthetic sensibilities of those around us. You can handle the advertising in the city, and I think no one here will object if you take care of the finances, Nir.
— Or maybe it's better not to? — Ignoring the part about the money, Bella focused her attention on the potential urban audience. — Otherwise, something might go wrong...
— I'm also in favor of greater visibility and the opportunity to involve the city dwellers, — Cassia, apparently, decided to ignore her friend's pleas, — we just need to decide on the number of places and the price of tickets.
— Okay... — Bella gave in. — As for the prizes, I can discuss this with my mother. I'm not promising anything, but she might be interested.
— Then I'll collect the applications, — Cassia volunteered, — I think it would be better if I do it in person, otherwise the shy ones might not take the initiative and won't sign up.

Taking a notebook out of her bag, Nira tore out a blank sheet and began to briefly write down the main points of the discussion.
— Mmm, I understand your concerns, Bella. — she nodded, making another note. — I think, if necessary, I will discuss the security issue with the administration: after all, it is an event of the Royal Academy. As for the rest... — the girl wanted to finish the phrase with a quote from a priestess of Avaritia in a bunny costume from her textbook: "...glances and thoughts are immaterial things, which cannot be said about money", but she decided to delicately leave it unfinished. — And you came up with a great idea with the prizes, I think "Bless Technologies" is very popular among students in the sense that their technology will appeal to almost everyone. 😇 But don't worry, even if we can't get it, it won't be a problem for us: I'll talk to Miss Starlight about the budget.
For Nira herself, the second option would be more attractive than independently sponsoring the competition through "connections," but in the end, there would be no loss for her either way.
— ...Excellent, then I'll leave the advertising to you, Shira, and the applications to Cass. 😘 As for the financial matters, I'll take care of them. — she crossed out the last items from the list. — But in order to decide on the price of tickets and magazines, I need to know the potential number of participants in the competition and, ideally, get an idea of the prizes. Therefore, I propose the following plan: first, we collect applications for the competition and sort out the prizes; then I will resolve the financial issues with the administration and, in parallel, we will start the advertising campaign in the city; and then we will move on to organizing and holding the competition itself.

Waiting for a break in the outburst of emotions from the panting Vita, who was gesticulating wildly, Futa performs an un-presidential and un-royal gesture – she blows blood from one nostril onto the floor and looks at her opponent with a smirk.
- Imagine that. I expected something extraordinary from you, but your questions are just like those of an ordinary, honest worker. Fine, let's break down what you asked. Otherwise, it feels like some schoolgirl personally offended you.
Pulling on her old gloves and stretching her neck, she pounces on Vitka, whose high-ranking body and displeased, angry face just beg to have all the accumulated anger, despair, and frustration taken out on it.
And despite the fact that the action takes place in the real world, and not on paper or on the internet, somehow she still manages to quote Vita's theses during this exchange of information:

— Who are you? — Who is your family?

- Sekuhara Futaba. Ikimasovo, Taimansky Krai. Have you heard of it? - each remark is accompanied by a punch to the face. - My father is in prison. Want to know why? The rest are dead.

— Who is your patron and why? — What is your status and title?

- The King of Sakurimori took me as his wife. Do the math. Do you think I wanted this? Do you think anyone asked me about it? - blows to the stomach. - Would you like it too? And would you like to know how it was done?

— What's the deal with Karvia, Ignatiy, and Dion? — What happened to the archers and the rapier?

- She killed them. And do you know why? Just for fun! - a knee to the stomach. - To sow terror within the walls of this miserable school! And where were you with your discontent when she killed Hatiora? Huh?! I don't remember seeing you in the first or second row, - the memory of the bloodied class teacher kneeling and dying, and the smirk that remained on the face of the grandmaster of magic even after death, caused a separate emotional surge, expressed in a series of blows to the torso. - Those three also suffered because of her actions. Be glad you weren't among them.

— What is the secret of this educational institution?

- There is no secret, - the president grabbed Vita by the neck and muttered in her ear. - Don't ask questions that you don't know what answer to expect. If there was anything at all, it's gone now.

Releasing Vita and pushing her away, Futaba pauses, leans against the wall, breathes heavily, and wipes the sweat from her forehead before finally answering the final question:

— What are you planning, what will happen in a month, six months, and a year?

- As long as I'm sitting in that office, I'm planning for these questions to be and remain the last ones you might have. Believe it or not, I want to break the arm that dealt us all such a bad hand and let you and everyone else go with your diplomas. If this minimum task is completed, I can go to my grave without regrets.