Literally, at the end of the day I had them right under my hand. And with that, I immediately went to train in the woods. What can I say? Click and the flame is ready and damn it was really killer. The main thing is to develop the necessary muscle and brain memory: click - fire. It turned out simply killer and I could calmly combine the magic of air, fire and rapier. He gave in to the flame, blew it out from above with the blade, and jumped there himself with the rapier.
It seems that next time I'll get an avatar. And I will kill. Well, or is it me, because in the end, he also doesn't sit still and has most likely already mastered at least one element? Or not. Hmm, who knows.
In any case, now I felt like I could compete with any local mastodon. And with a good chance of even winning.
All that remains is for the second hand to recover and in general everything will be great.
And so my schedule all this time consisted of: training, easy by the standards of a master, even a warm-up, but I was not capable of more, food, food and more food, then a soak in the local bathhouse, and then a healthy twelve-hour sleep. My plan to seduce local girls was never realized. To my great regret.
In general, in four days I began to present myself as at least some kind of tolerable spectacle, so that they wouldn't send me to the hospital when I went to ask to fight.
However, when I finally came and when I finally signed up, it turned out that the tournament grid was quite large and I wasn't the only one who wanted to try my hand. At the very top of the grid there are already old, experienced locals. And at the absolute top is some Blind Bandit.
HM interesting.
However, the first few days there was almost nothing interesting; most of those who signed up decided to try themselves in pursuit of a reward, but it didn't even shine for them. I did them in the first seconds, their maximum was to shoot a pebble slower than from a regular slingshot. So victory was mine and very quickly.
Somewhere closer to the middle of the tournament bracket something interesting happened. At least some earthbenders began to appear. Normal stones were already flying, and even someone was using walls, but the rapier in my right hand, the other bandaged to my body, and my speed did their job. They just couldn't catch me.
Therefore, over time, they gave me a simple and slightly stupid nickname: Boris Khren You'll hit... just kidding One-Armed Sword. I'm saying the most stupid clique possible. The first one is even better, but so, how can a sword be one-handed?
But something like this, according to the local chief, maybe. He announces the fights, he comes up with nicknames.
In general, towards the end of the tournament bracket, normal opponents finally appeared. Namely, regulars of the local arena. Each has their own unique fighting style, making them incredibly difficult opponents for me without magic.
I got the mole first. They are called something, but after I understood the principle by which nicknames are selected here, I really don't give a damn what and who they call here, so a mole is a mole. It crawls shallowly underground at a fairly high speed and tries to get around from behind and get hit in the head with a stone.
The principle may be good, but it is not against me, a master who has been through the torment. True, there was an incident here, I couldn't get him underground either, I had to catch him at the moments when he crawled out from under it.
And so it happened, when he once again threw a stone at the back of my head, I jerked, and with the use of magic, found myself next to him and put the rapier to my throat. It was possible to chop, the guys here are used to injuries, but I don't want to. Somehow I got used to hitting for sure.
The next one surprised me so much, some clown who is presented as a warrior of the Fire Nation. He purposely shouted the Fire Nation anthem and acted like an idiot while doing it. Did I say something about being afraid to hit for sure? I take my words back.
The clown turned out to be quite well versed in Earth magic and threw stones at me very well, but without any special trick. Apparently it's realistic to keep him here for the sake of the show. They chose a warrior from the average ones and dressed them up. Well, before I knocked him out, I left him with a decent amount of scars several times. To think before singing someone's anthem.
When I come here already in uniform, I'll see how the local boss, who organized this clown, starts singing.
The third responded to Lump, although he had the spitting image of Rock in his face. Yes, and in the body. He didn't have any special features, but he had power. He threw stones at me just like that, didn't let me get close to him in any way, and didn't hesitate to use ugly techniques like tripping stones and so on.
In general, a very unpleasant opponent for me now. Therefore, I chose a tactic that a non-airbender could not have implemented in any way. I began to jump on the stones flying at me and push them away, climbing higher and higher, because every time I rose and, accordingly, the Rock aimed at me. And then at one moment he was already very close to him, he hit the stone, supposedly with his foot, but am I a complete idiot/earth magician? No, that's why I hit him with air and when he didn't see me behind the stone, and then behind the crumbs from it, because like a real landman he smashed it, I accelerated towards him and kicked him right in the jaw.
This is where many people seem to have been surprised. Because it was the semi-final. And then I have to fight with the local champion.
The next day I came at the appointed time, the Blind Bandit must first confirm his level and unwind the strongest, starting with the weakest. When she entered the arena, I was waiting for anyone, judging by the nickname, then I was expecting a big three-by-three closet without an eye and with a gangster appearance.
And a girl came out. Fuck, little girl, whom the audience greeted with an ovation of whistles and screams. Damn lolicons.
The little cute girl spat on the ground, so much so that her saliva hit the floor of the arena, that she quickly scattered all the local wrestlers.
Wow.
She had absolutely different movements from the usual ones adopted by earth magicians, and even the magic itself was different, she did with such ease what many magicians go for years, sometimes even decades.
But looking further and further, I noticed an interesting fact. She's a blind bitch. She has pale eyes that she doesn't move. And how, and where? Is it possible that just as I have recently learned to sense the movements of the air around me, she is also scanning the ground?
God, she is head and shoulders above everyone else I have seen in this world. Although May could probably compete with her. But it is not exactly.
Still, here is a street girl who fights with very experienced magicians and defeats them, and May was simply a talented mage. Not a warrior. These are different things.
In any case, when the girl scattered everyone, it was my turn. There was almost no chance and I understood it, but what can I do?
"I know," the girl sighed, but continued firmly, "but that doesn't mean that I think the Fire Nation is good."
"I'm not campaigning," I smiled wryly. "You know, I think after this information, it's time for me to leave earlier than I thought." I just want you to think about it. I thought very carefully so as not to be a pawn in someone's games. I already feel that you are ready to run away from your parents' house, but given your strength, I want you to make the right choice of side. Not necessarily for the Fire Nation. The right one for you. If we ever meet on a real battlefield against each other, I will be honored to die by your hand.
"So much pathos," Toph chuckled, nevertheless becoming slightly thoughtful.
"Although, no, I lied, let me agitate a little," I decided to add anyway, "just facts from which I myself am slowly falling into a stupor." For example, in Basings no one, I repeat no one, knows about the war. At all. While I was running away from the center, I managed to talk to people. They live in that city and it's like they've been brainwashed! And the second fact is that they say that it was the fire magicians who destroyed all the Air Mages. So, how did the fire magicians get to those living somewhere on the rocks where the airmen lived? A? I'll tell you, you need someone to make a long way out of the ground. And so I advise you to learn about the life of the average resident of the people of Fire and the People of Earth; through your father you can easily do this. I won't tell you my observations so that you don't think I lied to you, I'm telling you to look at this.
Aki... can I come with you? — Toph listened to my speech and made a conclusion.
"Toph… I'm not just telling you to analyze everything and not listen to me." I want the choice to be yours, not someone else's. Not even mine. And to be honest, I don't have the purely physical ability to do this. You may be a genius earthbender, but you are still a little girl. Not to mention, you won't be able to keep up with my running pace. I run very fast.
-Are you leaving me? — the girl lowered her head.
"It almost happened, Toph, almost," I chuckled, "I know it's not in your character."
"You know all that," Toph stopped the show, "maybe after all?"
"Sooner or later we will meet, little one, and then I will too, I hope you'll decide which side you're on," I smiled, tousling my hair... although it's more likely that its absence was on my head with my good hand.
Look! You promised me! — the girl got up and stood in a pose, putting her hands on her belt.
"Yes, yes," I said, chuckling, also getting up, "come on, Toph, see you later."
Initially, knowing Toph, I wanted to just put my hand on her shoulder, but she rushed to hug her. Squeezing my stomach so hard my eyes bulged.
Then we went in different directions, and I thought about where to go next. In general, during my time here, I collected rumors and they say there is a mercenary nearby who will find anyone you want. Therefore, I am heading there now.
All that remains is to drop into the hotel and pick up your belongings.
I picked up my clothes at the hotel without any problems, thank Agni, although there were patrols. No, well, what a bitch, executive orders came to me yesterday, today they have already sent out additional poor fellows. Well what the hell? Where it is necessary, they do everything through the ass, where it is not necessary, like a Swiss watch.
Well, okay, I was heading towards the mercenary. It would be nice to find my guys quickly and go directly to them, rather than having to go through three cunts. Although the second option has its advantages: for example, I could find out a lot of different information on the way to my poor fellows.
But taking a few more weeks to get there, even taking into account my running, is overkill. They will bury me, the guys will be dismissed, someone will be put in my place. This is an option, so I literally have no more than a week.
Where it takes all six days to search for my guys, and one to find the mercenary and come to an agreement.
The tip from the bar, no matter how stupid it may sound, was true and I came across a small population where there was a pub standing off to the side. The mercenary hole is immediately visible. Drunken armed bodies lying here and there, a bunch of different types of living transport and noise and commotion from inside.
Where to go next the question disappeared by itself and I directed my rake straight inside.
Swinging open the decent-sized double doors, a most wonderful sight opened up to me. A bunch of muscular men of different appearances with scars all over their bodies stood around a table.
I have a clear feeling that the one I need is sitting in the middle. Having pushed through the crowd, I saw a pretty girl of about twenty-five or seven years old, who was drinking beer from a wooden mug with one hand, and with the other she was wrestling with some huge man.
The same one, even rising above the chair, was sweating like a dog, squeezing the wooden table so that it even cracked slightly. And he kept pushing and pushing and couldn't move her hand even a little.
The girl, having finished her beer without even looking up from him, abruptly slammed the big man's hand into the table in one fell swoop.
From which everyone around shouted joyfully and hummed in an approving noise. Apparently this is some kind of frequent competition here, where my target always wins. Well, I know how to immediately earn a little respect from this lady so that the dialogue goes better.
"I want to try it too," I yelled, "beer for me."
And he sat down at the table opposite the girl, who focused her gaze on me.
And you are brave! "she chuckled, "though I see I was already trying to fight with someone," the mercenary nodded at my broken arm.
"You should see another guy," I answered, "are we just going to chat or maybe we're going to get down to business?"
Well, let's see how much strength is in your body! - She said placing her hand on the table.
I grabbed her hand in the same way, deciding not to respond to her sneaky joke. One of the locals immediately put his hand on top and started counting down.
"Three, two, one... LET'S GO," the man yelled.
What I didn't expect was that my hands felt like stone. However, I am no stranger and began to make every effort. Judging by the slightly widened eyes of the mercenary, she was surprised by the force applied and began to press harder herself. At this point I creaked slightly, but, unfortunately, I had no time for fair competition and, with the help of air magic, I simply began to hold my hand in the same way as I held my body when I was running in Basing.
At this moment, the girl frowned cutely and, slightly changing her position, began to make even more efforts. But on the contrary, I relaxed a little, because they brought me beer and I decided to start drinking in the same demonstrative way, but when I jerked my hand, I remembered that it was tied to my body.
Fuck, okay, okay.
The mercenary had already begun to put all her strength on her hand, a drop of sweat even began to roll down her forehead and I decided not to torture for a long time, after all, I was not playing quite honestly, so I immediately began to press with air and the girl began to look in surprise at how her hand began to approach the table.
Here the situation happened exactly the opposite of what happened about five minutes ago - absolute silence and only the heavy breathing of my rival could be heard. Then she silently stood up and went to the bar to get drunk, and the onlookers began to shout and began to divide their bets, pat me on the shoulder, and congratulate me.
However, after waiting about twenty minutes, I went to the mercenary behind the bar.
"Two whiskeys," I said, falling onto the bar stool next to the girl, "Aki."
M? Sorry, boy, but even if you defeated me, I'm not going to get to know you," she answered without even turning around.
"Don't be upset, I'm just wiry," I again did not pay attention to her sarcasm, pushing one of the glasses of strong drink in her direction.
She caught it and, grunting slightly, drank half a glass in one fell swoop.
Do you think this bothered me even a little?
"I think so," I stretched my lips in a smile, "you know, I feel such things."
"What are you saying," the girl finally turned to me, holding out her hand, "June."
"Nice to meet you," I shook it and, of course, it was squeezed very hard.
— Where do you paint your nails? Can you recommend a master? — she noticed my marigolds.
"You won't like it," here apparently some kind of not very ordinary smile appeared, because June's face fell slightly, "the room is dark and damp, the staff is rude, and the procedure is quite painful."
It's blood under the nails, right? - she clarified more quietly, - needles?
"Sort of," I shrugged, turning away from her; for some reason I didn't want to look her in the eyes at that moment.
"You're the first living person I've seen with such traces," she muttered after a pause, "by virtue of my profession, I often find corpses and have seen enough of such traces."
Um, let me guess, usually such corpses are not so far from the capital?
"Speak even louder so that everyone can hear you," the girl hissed, but continued, "did you create a stir across the entire continent not so long ago?" They say a Fire Nation officer.
"They say a lot of things," I shrugged, "but whether it's true or not is another question." Okay, tell me about me, are you somehow aligned with the aristocracy of the Fire Nation?
"Hmm, one, one," she answered, slightly taken aback.
I found a sucker. Black hair, a thoroughbred face and red clothes, which is rare for these places. As soon as I saw it, different thoughts immediately crept into my head, and after I saw the way she was holding a glass of whiskey, I finally connected the dots.
To automatically grab a glass not like a local hillbilly, but correctly, you need to grow up in the right environment from childhood. And considering that the aristocracy of the Fire Nation has such an appearance, everything worked out.
Did your ancestors bother you or did you screw up somewhere?
Listen, let's close the topic, shall we? You are not from the Fire Army, I have nothing to do with the Fire Nation, and let's go our separate ways?
Well, I don't make much of a secret about my situation: the officer, the inspector, fooled me and was taken prisoner and escaped. But your story is interesting to me. "I'm not a simple person myself," I smiled.
"It's obvious from you," she sighed heavily, "okay, take a bottle and rent a room, let's sit, tell a story and finally hear what you need from me."
"Smart," I shook my head, still smiling slightly, "bartender, a bottle of whiskey here and a room for the night."
Having taken what we needed, we went into one of the rooms and began a difficult dialogue.
Fuck, if I open my eyes now and find myself again in front of that guy with a mustache, I honestly will bite my tongue off and go look for happiness in another world.
Okay, of course not, but nevertheless the situation is similar: my head hurts, I'm naked, my eyes can barely open.
However, my situation turned out to be much more pleasant. I was lying naked on the bed, and June was snoring on my good arm, throwing her attractive leg over me.
The room, of course, was just a mess. Some broken dishes, scattered things, even traces of fire somewhere. Overall we had a lot of fun.
Unfortunately, unlike the local books, the girl did not wake up after me and I would have gladly let her sleep, but I really don't have much time, so I slightly rubbed my hand so that in the next second they would wrap me in a grip with your healthy hand behind your back.
"And it's you," June breathed, letting go of me.
"Good morning to you too," I chuckled.
Then the preparations began, very carefully, so as not to spill lead in the head, but preparations. We got dressed, looked for our weapons, by the way, she had a whip and a knife, the first, by the way, is a rather terrible weapon against an unarmored enemy.
So, remind me, why the fuck were you looking for me in the end? — when we had already gone down to have something to eat, June asked, drinking half a glass of beer in one gulp and apparently finally starting to think.
So that you bring me to my poor fellows, remember what you told me yesterday?
"Well... I remember," the girl chuckled, "do you have something with their smell?"
What? Smell? - I was surprised.
Yes. By smell, I need some thing of the person we are looking for to find them anywhere," June explained to me, "otherwise it won't work."
Not at all? "I couldn't form an idea yet, so I stupidly asked again.
Well, if you can somehow explain to Nyla, my shirsha, what smell she should look for...
"Yeah, if only I could do that," I jerked my head. So what should we do next?
I have absolutely no things on me that are not mine. And the shirshu is an animal that needs to be given an example. Hmmm, what if it's the other way around?
Listen, won't your Nyla be able to find my things? By my smell?
"Hmm, your head is working," after thinking for a second, the mercenary nodded and quickly finished her beer and said, "let's go." Do you remember my rates?
"Of course," I nodded, "two bottles of whiskey and a spiritual dialogue... Wow," I received an elbow somewhere in the ribs.
"Fucking joker," said a pleased June, "I'm serious, I don't work for free." Even for a good night.
Why hit it right away? - I asked displeasedly, rubbing my side, - how would I know? Yesterday you only told me how you lost your virginity and how you were kicked out of your family. And not some kind of prices.
"Were you the same sarcastic bastard yesterday?" - the beauty rolled her eyes, - So look...
After June and I resolved the money issue, we actually went on a trip. Me and her on her shoulder ran in some direction. As I revealed important strategic information, although this is an obvious thing, first we will make a couple of semicircles so that Nyla catches the desired scent.
Honestly, I don't know how she smells my scent when the source itself is sitting right on her, but apparently she somehow finds it. In general, catching odors at such a distance smells deeply unphysics. Most likely it's some kind of magic.
Actually, like June's strength. That's something, and it's definitely some kind of magic. As usual, the most powerful are earthbenders. Except she's from the aristocracy of Fire magic. And what does Earth magic have to do with it? Who knows.
Although one can also ask, what does Air magic have to do with it? I'm an Air Mage, even though I'm also from the aristocracy. How did you end up among them?
Oh, somehow I don't like the direction of my thoughts on this matter. This could be very, very dangerous if everything is as I think.
On the other hand, she may not be an earthbender. The stronger I become as a magician, the more I feel like I'm missing something.
It's difficult to describe the feeling, but magic gives physical enhancement one way or another. Is it really not possible to pump up this gain somehow? Most likely it is possible and most likely at least at random, someone got to this point and became simply physically strong, like Agni, who knows.
In any case, I decided to find out directly.
June, listen, I wanted to ask, where does this strength come from? — We weren't driving very fast, but I very pleasantly brushed myself behind the girl, hugging her around the waist. In principle, she had nothing against it.
"I'm just wiry," the girl returned my answer from yesterday.
"Ha-ha, this is, of course, funny," I said, "but I would pay a lot for this information."
June, as if she hadn't heard, simply remained silent for several minutes, and when I thought that it seemed like I wouldn't get an answer at all, to my surprise I heard him:
I will not say. Not for any rewards. Because the price for this power was actually prohibitive and unfair. Then, when I ran away from home, it seemed like the best offer. But it turned out to be a trap.
"I don't insist," I answered simply, "I can't say that I understand you, I paid for my strength with long training." And perhaps some lack of emotions, but I somehow get along with it and it seems normal.
If you don't have emotions, how do you know if you really get along or don't care?
"I don't have emotions that much," I muttered.
What should I answer? In some ways she is right. I cannot and do not want to completely dislodge all the wind from my head. This helps in many ways. Yes, and emotions seem to be present in some way, they don't go anywhere.
Said and done, we got on the beast and headed further down the road at a decent speed. Less than two hours had passed before we reached the coastal village, where my poor fellows were waiting for me.
To my surprise, the local guards standing at the gate recognized me and, very surprised, sent some kind of messenger ahead of our transport. Well, what can I say, it's nice.
When we arrived at the building where we were based, a decent number of poor fellows were waiting for me in full force. They rejoiced at me like children rejoiced at Santa Claus.
After I said hello to everyone, I began to find out what was going on and understood why their puppy-like joy was justified. Besides the fact that they were very happy to see me alive, there was another factor. Suyuki.
In fact, the control of all the poor fellows, on my own initiative, went to her, after my disappearance and what a fuss she brought, it's dear to hear.
Firstly, she sent half of her warriors to the enemy's lands in search of information about me, and secondly, the rest went to the villages, as we did with Suyuki, and within a week they brought her a complete layout and, taking the poor fellows with them, went like a skating rink in all the villages. General Lee even sent her the necessary regalia, to my surprise.
But most importantly, she didn't gesture at all, she sat next to her one of the poor fellows whom I appointed as a senior, so that he could stop her if he went too far and prescribed something too cruel.
In general, I was pleasantly surprised, and the poor fellows were happy about my arrival in the hope that Suyuki would calm down.
It's even a shame, it seems like I also drove them decently, no? Why were they waiting for the command to return to my hands? Well, okay, to be fair, she did outstrip them. Whatever one may say, there are few people in such a territory, but she, even from her warriors, still sent raids.
Simply smart and beautiful.
Suyuki just stood there and looked somewhere ahead. What was she supposed to do? Aki just disappeared because of her. Yes, she almost disappeared herself. Aki saved her.
Until recently, everything was simple for her. Even after meeting, actually with Aki, she designated him only as a black sheep in the herd. Not yet experienced a real war. Where the Fire Mages are simply the worst villains there are.
But it turned out that she was wrong.
Until the very end of the Earth Mages, she imagined everyone as one, proud, strong magicians who secondly observe clear concepts of honor, who will always help the suffering and never refuse the one who asks.
Who, without sparing themselves, fight with Fire magicians, who are all maniacs and inhumans in principle. Who love to torture, rape, kill, and so on.
It turned out everything was completely different and it was Suyuki who did not know what war was. And in fact, she stuck a knife in the back of her friend and commander. I wonder what the punishment is for traitors?
As far as Suyuki heard, among the People of the Earth they beat such people with sticks and stuffed their bellies with stones. But in the Fire Nation they simply put him in prison. Not even for life.
So much for the evil bad firebenders. Moreover, just a few months ago, Suyuki would not have even thought about this, but only nodded to the rules of the Earth, saying that this is how these traitors should be.
And now she is like that herself.
Traitor.
One hope is that Aki is still alive. Because his corpse was never found on the battlefield. And Suyuki needs to find out. At first, she was eager to go to the lands of the enemy herself, but only now, the leadership just so happened to fall into her hands, and one of the poor fellows told her about it. This is not what Aki planned, apparently he didn't really consider this option at all, but he gave her the title of a mercenary, yes, but she's the eldest in this squad.
And now everything falls on her shoulders. What should she do? She didn't even know, roughly. So she decided to keep it simple.
Do the same thing I did with Aki, only now as the boss. And in order for someone to trample her, she took one of the poor fellows as her partner. Come in handy, let him stop her.
And she sent all the girls whose professionalism she has no doubts are different from the poor fellows to scout for information.
The work got better and the settlements were checked and cleaned one by one if the situation required it. And now one of the groups of warriors brings the news that Grandfather Or Elive has passed a sign about the Fire Nation officer Aki.
No one knows how Suyuki jumped in the office that evening except her, but this news meant that Aki was alive and well and would soon be here.
The news, of course, was also a little scary. She is still sure that the terrible stories of the warriors around the fire about what they do with prisoners from the People of the Earth are still stories, but he was an officer. And he hardly gave up himself. And that means a lot.
Still, the fact of what he would do to her scared her. She had cried all her tears a long time ago and therefore understood the bottom line - something would be done to her. But what?
She was even ready for punishment. I understood why, I agreed, except to die, well, I really didn't want to. Not until she even kisses someone, let alone something more.
I even had a crazy thought to quickly go and look for these "wrong things", fortunately it's not that difficult. She herself is pretty and there are a lot of nice guys here, but nevertheless I didn't want it to be like that.
In any case, weeks passed and Aki was still missing, which was kind of strange, but tolerable. Suyuki dutifully performed her assigned duties and waited for the real commander to return.
Well, a letter from the main city found her one day when she once again buried herself in the documents of some village. It turned out that Aki had been there with some girl and was now moving to the last inspected city, that is, to her.
My heart immediately sank somewhere in my chest. Suyuki was both very happy and very afraid. She must answer for her wrongdoing and she is not going to run away, but nevertheless, you can be afraid, right?
Aki arrived a couple of hours after the falcon. On some strange animal, hugging a pretty black-haired girl around the waist.
They were greeted by the entire delegation, or rather stupidly all of the Akimovskys who were in the village, and Suyuki stood in front. And the girl with whom Aki arrived immediately found her eyes and stared at her so much that the warrior felt very uncomfortable.
Then Aki jumped out of the saddle and Suyuki noted some changes: the uniform of a Fire Nation officer under the cloak was not there, which slightly reduced the rudeness and belligerence of the captain's appearance.
If in armor and a cloak he looks like a commander who has gone through a lot of battles with a stern look and a flowing cloak, then without it, he already has the flair of a simple tramp. Or is it the smell because perhaps he hasn't washed for a long time?
"Just kidding while you can," Suyuki chuckled sadly to herself at her last phrase.
And for some reason Aki was wearing gloves. These white ones are made from a slightly incomprehensible material.
"Captain Aki," Suyuki bowed in a deep respectful gesture from the Fire Nation.
"Suyuki," Aki nodded, "maybe not so formally." They managed to briefly dedicate me to what kind of naughty thing you have done here. Well done. I praise you.
Yeah, not a bit of the old friendliness. Although informal, the very cold-sounding speech grated on Suyuki's ear, since the often kind and almost carefree Aki. Although, perhaps she is pushing, the voice did not mint words and did not give off excessive ice, at most a slight coolness.
So, why are you staring? I'm back, I'm back, let's go about our business," Aki waved his hands at all the standing poor fellows, "in the evening I'll tell you a bunch of new stories." And now the senior officers need to talk.
They looked at each other slightly sadly and went about their absolutely important business. Almost all of them are loaded with paperwork, sorting out complaints, and so on.
"Aki," Suyuki began to say, clearing her throat when everyone had more or less dispersed, "all I want to say is please forgive me and I'm ready to accept any punishment."
And she stood in the traditional Fire Nation pose, bending one knee.
"Get up," Aki rolled his eyes, and despite a loud snort from the unprejudiced June, he continued: "It's okay, let's just forget this incident." We have a lot of things ahead, I need to somehow get back on track and decide what we will do next, and I also have a lot of reports to write.
Why? — Suyuki raised her head, slowly getting up.
"I ended up in Basingse and honestly, let's discuss this later." I have been on the road for a very long time and I would like to swim, eat and relax on a normal bed.
"Of course, we have everything ready," Suyuki finally stood up, not understanding why Aki was acting... like this. Why not, at least conscientiously, reproach? - then let's pay the mercenary and go together...
"By the way, it's a good idea," June interrupted her, "to pay me, but I'm not going anywhere."
The black-haired mercenary did not react significantly to Aki's raised eyebrow.
However, without further teasing this issue, Aki said goodbye to the ladies, giving orders to accommodate June and went to swim and sleep.
But a dialogue took place between the two girls.
So you think you betrayed Aki and nothing will happen to you for it? - Jun asked quietly, looking towards the departing Akimaru.
What? — she turned her head towards the mercenary Suyuki, simply not expecting such words.
You gave it up. Betrayed," Jun, in turn, looked into Suki's eyes. "This insensitive blockhead, of course, slows down quite a bit and doesn't fully grasp how a person behaves and why, but I understand perfectly well." And I will watch you with both eyes
"I'm glad for you," Suyuki breathed, then explained, "that you catch it perfectly." But I would rather ask the question, why does a hardened mercenary decide for some reason to stay next to a Fire Nation officer? There are two options here, either someone paid her decently for something, or this fiery officer touches some strings of the mercenary's soul, huh? — the warrior gave a whole speech.
"Hmm," June replied, blushing just a little on her cheeks, "a traitor, trying to accuse someone of betrayal, how ironic."
"That's why I'll keep an eye on you," Suyuki continued, not paying attention to the black-haired girl's words.
"Hmm, good luck," June smiled venomously, "and I'll go rub Aki's back." After all, he and I haven't had sex in days.
And she walked away proudly, raising her nose and swaying her hips.
Suki, for some reason, the thought of these two doing this made her very uncomfortable. I wonder why?