Another rough one. Oof... Care to grace me with Gems? It would really help in motivating me to do better.
Karma is such a fickle concept from what I can gather. The mere fact that every action has an equal and opposite reaction might work for tangible effects such as physics, but the mere concept that all of your deeds can add up and affect your life depending on whether said deeds were done with good or bad intentions was something that I could only see as random hocus pocus that belonged right next to horoscope readings and zodiac sign bullshit. Not that I'm discounting entire religions that believe in it, but karmic retribution was something that goody-two-shoes people believe to justify the potential suffering they get for being selfless pricks. I mean, why else would some people spend their entire life's savings to helping someone with no strings attached? Humanity is inherently greedy in nature, and the urge to hoard power and resources will always be the norm for the old society. I, myself, still had selfish desires despite everyb
The brightness of the morning sun was the first thing that came to my senses as I stirred in my makeshift bed; which was something I never expected after I elected to close my eyes and let Lace and Livia have their way with my body. I wanted to enjoy being pampered, dammit, not doze off and wake up in the future with a decently moveable body."Ughh...."With a moan, I forced myself upright as the open end of the wagon greeted me with a rather white scenery of snow and shrubbery. I didn't expect us to be up north that quickly, but I guess we hauled ass and made great time?Looking around, the wagon was somehow significantly improved with how much space I had to move around. Either they sold some of the wares for a quick buck, or they currently set up shop somewhere near here. Huh. Or maybe they were used to set up camp wherever we were right now.
The darkness was starting to encroach the wagon when Livia returned with the massive Lord Stone in tow. Holding a lone-lit torch on his right hand, Grigori looked glad that I was out and about as opposed to the constant air of worry that I seemed to constantly feel whenever I was around the others. Well, Phillipe didn't look like he felt anything beyond secondhand belief from my recovery. Not that I'd blame him; we barely know each other right now."Good to see you awake again, Little Eul!" the boisterous old man let out a hearty laugh as Livia hopped back up to my side. "Olivia here said you wanted to have the talk now?"Ignoring Livia's look of silent protest, I turned to the old man with a determined look of my own, "Yeah. I might as well make the most of my time awake. Time isn't exactly free, y'know?""A wise saying there, Crimson," Grigori no
I ignored the numb stab of pain growing inside my chest as I did my best to keep my composure. It wouldn't do me good to let my stupidity get a hold of me now, especially if the man standing in front of us was feeling rather vindictive of my decisions. I didn't really want to warm up to the idea of forgiving Arya, but goddammit did the woman made it hard for me to stay mad at her!"I suppose I'll let it slide, for now, Little Eul," the Prime sighed. "For now, let's move on to other things."I let out a sigh of my own as Grigori visibly relaxed; his menacing gait giving way to his usual casual demeanor. I felt Livia's arm tighten around me as the man switched his stance in a way that showed a lack of care about the current situation. Placing his other hand on the side of his hips, Grigori smiled as he said his piece."While you two fought admirably
It was a glorious feeling to finally feel like a normal human being again. Taking an entire day to rest had been the best idea as I had let Livia and the twins strap me to bed with my consent. And while I hated every single moment of it back then, hindsight made me appreciate my past self's pragmatism and lack of self-confidence to properly restrain herself. With a renewed vigor, I was finally able to join Livia in her sessions with our new mentor."Again!"That didn't mean, however, that my mind was focused on just getting better at a skill that I was never really good at in the first place. My mind was whirring with plans upon plans upon plans to the point of it almost overwhelming my thought processes. How the hell do I make it better in terms of execution? Was it possible for me to make it so that it was easier and yet foolproof? Would it be ambitious of me to plan a fortr
In a world where honor and pride still reigned supreme, guerilla tactics and subterfuge was a concept that was still in its infancy in terms of usage. Even the Empire's vaunted Division Class seemed to act more like an assassin's guild than a full-fledged intelligence agency. Not that it limited their effectiveness, but it should be laughably easy to sidestep their prospective net should we fully commit to making our own web of agents and spies. And what better way for us to know how exactly to do it than to ask the one Prime that used to be a Dividend? Unfortunately, Arya was busy gallivanting off to god knows where. Though I'm kinda sure that she's just hanging around somewhere near us. Perhaps even within earshot; that fucking likable menace..."So, you called us all in here for a chat, right?" Phillipe crossed his arms in wait as his usual abrasive tone rang out in the middle of the campfire. "Let's h
The day began the same as any other day. Well, if one counted being flanked from all sides by people that want you to tell them what to do was a normal occurrence. I hadn't even had breakfast yet, and they were already chomping at the bit for more instructions. And here I thought that the twins would at least know me enough to do their own decisions now."Can I at least get some food in me first before I deal with all of this?" I whined as I held an apple in my hand. "It wouldn't even take me five minutes..."Livia, predictably, came to my aid as soon as she heard me, "Of course, Sis."I took a bite out of the hard fruit as I then watched my sister herd the rest of the party away from me; well, as much good as she managed to do it anyway, seeing as they essentially just ignored my poor sister by sidestepping her completely.
The shockwaves of battle echoed past me as I took my sweet-ass time to reach the battlefield. I could already tell that Grigori had me in his sights with the way he gave me a few passing glances; his earthen defenses never faltering despite his split attention. Meanwhile, Livia remained focused on trying to break through the old man's steadfast bulwark, her twin-bladed stance flying and dishing out strikes so fast that she was actually creating wind shears. What was even happening anymore... Were we capable of reaching anime levels of strength now?"Hurry up, Crimson! Olivia's running out of stamina!" Grigori heartily laughed as if my sister wasn't doing her best and slashing at the earth like there was no tomorrow. "I suggest giving your sister a hand!"Said sister, however, clearly didn't want my help."NO! I CAN DO THIS!" Livia shouted at me in