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- Uh-huh. I'll visit you when... *the guys are heading to the tournament, etc.* So be ready to get your hands and feet dirty!
—I always am. —displaying a novice's confidence, he nodded at the well-worn pickaxe, the unemployed man. —Better dirt than blood, ha-ha...
He chuckled awkwardly, thinking about what else he wanted to ask the archaeologist, but now that possibly important thought had completely slipped his mind. —In that case, I probably shouldn't keep you any longer, Professor.
—That's always me. —displaying the confidence of a novice, the unemployed man nodded towards the pickaxe he had mastered. —Better dirt than blood, ha-ha...
He awkwardly laughed, thinking about what else he wanted to ask the archaeologist, but now that possibly important thought had completely slipped his mind. —In that case, I suppose I won't bother you any further, Professor.
—Bye-bye, dear! P. Peleng leaves. Happy Life
Frowning and placing his palm on his chin, Genzа thoughtfully looks at the spinning sword. —Actually, I wouldn't raise my hand against a woman; that's not how my father raised me. Not out of disrespect, but out of respect—it's not gentlemanly. But how can one not respect such a refined form and bright fighting spirit? —taking off his jacket, Genzа stands in a posture honed by long hours and numerous beatings in the middle of the desert. —Truly, there is no better way to know a person than through fists. Or blades.
Kerria refrained from a verbal response and prepared for battle... A moment later, sword clashed with sword. At first, it was a good fight, but as time went on, it became clear that by accepting this challenge, Genzа had fallen into a trap. His strength gradually left his body, and eventually, the warrior was overcome, after which the fight moved into a second "phase," where she straddled him in an Amazonian pose... The Shinobi came to his senses only a couple of hours later, finding his body in a bed in one of the rooms of the Onkaiha administration. There was no one else around.
—Bye, Zavirush! —he waved to the charming Northerner, then headed towards the university exit.
The next destination is the "Mazzard" newspaper publishing house.
- It's you. - Cherry said instead of a greeting when he crossed the threshold of "Mazzard". - You're here just in time, because I have a question for you.
Added 49 seconds later Evil Lizard
- Um... Are you from somewhere else? I-I've never seen...
- Yes. I came from the north, but I really like your country. I'm glad to be here.
- Yes. I came from the north, but I really like your country. I'm glad to be here.
- I see...
Erika didn't bother the saleswoman with unnecessary questions, but simply clarified her origin (and at the same time, her possible affiliation with some guild) using her monocle...
After that, saying goodbye to the saleswoman, she headed to the restaurant. Before entering, she didn't forget about the "inspection".
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
- Ouch... - sitting on the bed, Genz strained his memory. Imagine that - after all the impressive things he said, with his super-invisibility technique and 142 crit, he lost to a girl. Clicking his tongue, he irritably clenched and unclenched his fist several times, as if blaming it for its weakness. Recalling his own words, spoken yesterday in the Skykin restaurant, about "a battle in which the enemy loses smoothly and with dignity," he was surprised to realize that this is exactly what it was: - Heh, and that girl was good, not like I'm a newbie, - his mood made a bipolar jump of 180 degrees. - I will definitely take revenge someday, let's see who wins.
For some reason, he couldn't get those chaotic, sharp curls the color of golden wheat under the summer sun out of his head, through which piercing green eyes shone, as if predatory tiger eyes, but at the same time tender and a little sad - he had never seen such an unusual, but wonderful combination. From this image, he again felt that same vague stirring in his chest, as yesterday evening, but not only: - Hmm?.. What's up? - his gaze fell in surprise on the "second blade," thirsting for blood; the guy snorts. - And Nemu was right. Even after losing his strength and weapon, and being mortally wounded, you showed your fangs and struck. Well done. He patted the fighter, showing his respect. He paused for a few moments, weighing something in his head.
...After some time, he finally glanced at the window - what time is it? The plan consisted of a simple fork - go chat with the clerk at the reception, or sleep a little longer if it's still dark, and then do the same.
Kerria refrained from a verbal response and prepared for battle... A moment later, sword clashed with sword. Initially, it was a good fight, but as time went on, it became clear that by accepting this challenge, Genza had fallen into a trap. His strength gradually left him, and eventually, the female warrior overcame him, after which the battle moved into a second "phase," where she straddled him in an Amazonian pose... Shinobi came to his senses only a couple of hours later, finding himself in bed in one of the Onkaiha administration rooms. There was no one else around.
Genza receives +1 to endurance.
Is this a "black knight" V2.0?:D
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
...After a few minutes, Passion finally glanced at the window - what time is it? The plan consisted of a simple choice - go chat with the clerk at the reception, or sleep a little longer if it's still dark, and then do the same.
It was morning, but not early enough to need to sleep longer. There were few people here, and Genze had to talk to some guy dressed in green. - Hello. Protector Josh hasn't returned yet, so you'll have to deal with me. My name is Noname.
- It's you. - Cherry said instead of a greeting when Asmidul crossed the threshold of "Mazzard." - You're here just in time because I have a question for you.
—Yeah, it's me. And hello to you too. - Asmidul greeted, having grown accustomed to the unusual interactions they'd had in the past. - A question? Alright, ask away.
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