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It's 23 feet long and just six feet across at its widest point.
The deck was the size of a cargo bed of a Ford F-150 pickup truck.
Tori and her friends built it by hand, and it weighed about 1,800 pounds.
Her plan was to row it alone across the Atlantic Ocean -- no motor, no sail -- something no woman and no American had ever done before.
This would be her route: over 3,600 miles across the open North Atlantic Ocean.
Professionally, Tori worked as a project administrator for the city of Louisville, Kentucky, her hometown, but her real passion was exploring.
This was not her first big expedition.
Several years earlier, she'd become the first woman to ski to the South Pole.
She was an accomplished rower in college, even competed for a spot on the 1992 U.S. Olympic team, but this, this was different.
Tori Murden McClure: Hi. It's Sunday, July 5.
Sector time 9 a.m.
So that's Kentucky time now.
Dawn Landes: Tori made these videos as she rowed.
This is her 21st day at sea.
At this point, she'd covered over 1,000 miles, had had no radio contact in more than two weeks following a storm that disabled all her long-range communications systems just five days in.
Most days looked like this.
At this point, she'd rowed over 200,000 strokes, fighting the current and the wind.
Some days, she traveled as little as 15 feet.
Yeah.
And as frustrating as those days were, other days were like this.
TMM: And I want to show you my little friends.
DL: She saw fish, dolphins, whales, sharks, and even some sea turtles.
After two weeks with no human contact, Tori was able to contact a local cargo ship via VHF radio.
TMM: Do you guys have a weather report, over?
Man: Heading up to a low ahead of you but it's heading, and you're obviously going northeast and there's a high behind us.
That'd be coming east-northeast also.
TMM: Good.
DL: She's pretty happy to talk to another human at this point.
TMM: So weather report says nothing dramatic is going to happen soon.
DL: What the weather report didn't tell her was that she was rowing right into the path of Hurricane Danielle in the worst hurricane season on record in the North Atlantic.
TMM: Just sprained my ankle.
There's a very strong wind from the east now.
It's blowing about.
It's blowing!
After 12 days of storm I get to row for four hours without a flagging wind.
As happy as I was this morning, I am unhappy now, so ...
DL: After nearly three months at sea, she'd covered over 3,000 miles.
She was two thirds of the way there, but in the storm, the waves were the size of a seven-story building.
Her boat kept capsizing.
Some of them were pitchpole capsizes, flipping her end over end, and rowing became impossible.
TMM: It's 6:30 a.m.
I'm in something big, bad and ugly.
Two capsizes.
Last capsize, I took the rib off the top of my ceiling with my back.
I've had about six capsizes now.
The last one was a pitchpole.
I have the Argus beacon with me.
I would set off the distress signal, but quite frankly, I don't think they'd ever be able to find this little boat.
It's so far underwater right now, the only part that's showing pretty much is the cabin.
It's about 10 a.m.
I've lost track of the number of capsizes.
I seem to capsize about every 15 minutes.
I think I may have broken my left arm.
The waves are tearing the boat to shreds.
I keep praying because I'm not sure I'm going to make it through this.
DL: Tori set off her distress beacon and was rescued by a passing container ship.
They found her abandoned boat two months later adrift near France.
I read about it in the newspaper.
In 1998, I was a high school student living in Louisville, Kentucky.
Now, I live in New York City. I'm a songwriter.
And her bravery stuck with me, and I'm adapting her story into a musical called "Row."
When Tori returned home, she was feeling disheartened, she was broke.
She was having a hard time making the transition back into civilization.
In this scene, she sits at home.
The phone is ringing, her friends are calling, but she doesn't know how to talk to them.
She sings this song. It's called "Dear Heart."
When I was dreaming, I took my body to beautiful places I saw Gibraltar, and stars of Kentucky burned in the moonlight, making me smile.
And when I awoke here, the sky was so cloudy.
I walked to a party where people I know try hard to know me and ask where I've been, but I can't explain what I've seen to them.
Ah, listen, dear heart.
Just pay attention, go right from the start.
Ah, listen, dear heart.
but don't fall apart.
Ooh ooh ooh, ah ah ah ah ah.
Ah ah, rock me and throw me, light as a child.
But now I'm so heavy, nothing consoles me.
My mind floats like driftwood, wayward and wild.
Ah, listen, dear heart.
Just pay attention, go right from the start.
Ah, listen, dear heart.
but don't fall apart.
Ooh.
Eventually, Tori starts to get her feet under her.
She starts hanging out with her friends again.
She meets a guy and falls in love for the first time.
She gets a new job working for another Louisville native, Muhammad Ali.
One day, at lunch with her new boss, Tori shares the news that two other women are setting out to row across the mid-Atlantic, to do something that she almost died trying to do.
His response was classic Ali: "You don't want to go through life as the woman who almost rowed across the ocean."
He was right.
Tori rebuilt the American Pearl, and in December of 1999, she did it.
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ããããšãããããŸãã | I'm usually introduced as a polar explorer.
I'm not sure that's the most progressive or 21st-century of job titles, but I've spent more than two percent now of my entire life living in a tent inside the Arctic Circle, so I get out of the house a fair bit.
And in my nature, I guess, I am a doer of things more than I am a spectator or a contemplator of things, and it's that dichotomy, the gulf between ideas and action that I'm going to try and explore briefly.
The pithiest answer to the question "why?"
that's been dogging me for the last 12 years was credited certainly to this chap, the rakish-looking gentleman standing at the back, second from the left, George Lee Mallory. Many of you will know his name.
In 1924 he was last seen disappearing into the clouds near the summit of Mt. Everest.
He may or may not have been the first person to climb Everest, more than 30 years before Edmund Hillary.
No one knows if he got to the top. It's still a mystery.
But he was credited with coining the phrase, "Because it's there."
Now I'm not actually sure that he did say that.
There's very little evidence to suggest it, but what he did say is actually far nicer, and again, I've printed this. I'm going to read it out.
"The first question which you will ask and which I must try to answer is this: What is the use of climbing Mt. Everest?
And my answer must at once be, it is no use.
There is not the slightest prospect of any gain whatsoever.
Oh, we may learn a little about the behavior of the human body at high altitudes, and possibly medical men may turn our observation to some account for the purposes of aviation, but otherwise nothing will come of it.
We shall not bring back a single bit of gold or silver, and not a gem, nor any coal or iron.
with crops to raise food. So it is no use.
If you cannot understand that there is something in man which responds to the challenge of this mountain and goes out to meet it, that the struggle is the struggle of life itself upward and forever upward, then you won't see why we go.
What we get from this adventure is just sheer joy, and joy, after all, is the end of life.
We don't live to eat and make money.
We eat and make money to be able to enjoy life.
That is what life means, and that is what life is for."
Mallory's argument that leaving the house, embarking on these grand adventures is joyful and fun, however, doesn't tally that neatly with my own experience.
The furthest I've ever got away from my front door was in the spring of 2004. I still don't know exactly what came over me, but my plan was to make a solo and unsupported crossing of the Arctic Ocean.
I planned essentially to walk from the north coast of Russia to the North Pole, and then to carry on to the north coast of Canada.
No one had ever done this. I was 26 at the time.
A lot of experts were saying it was impossible, and my mum certainly wasn't very keen on the idea.
The journey from a small weather station on the north coast of Siberia up to my final starting point, the edge of the pack ice, the coast of the Arctic Ocean, took about five hours, and if anyone watched fearless Felix Baumgartner going up, rather than just coming down, you'll appreciate the sense of apprehension, as I sat in a helicopter thundering north, and the sense, I think if anything, of impending doom.
I sat there wondering what on Earth I had gotten myself into.
There was a bit of fun, a bit of joy.
I was 26. I remember sitting there looking down at my sledge. I had my skis ready to go, I had a satellite phone, a pump-action shotgun in case I was attacked by a polar bear.
I remember looking out of the window and seeing the second helicopter.
We were both thundering through this incredible Siberian dawn, and part of me felt a bit like a cross between Jason Bourne and Wilfred Thesiger. Part of me felt quite proud of myself, but mostly I was just utterly terrified.
And that journey lasted 10 weeks, 72 days.
I didn't see anyone else. We took this photo next to the helicopter.
Beyond that, I didn't see anyone for 10 weeks.
The North Pole is slap bang in the middle of the sea, so I'm traveling over the frozen surface of the Arctic Ocean.
NASA described conditions that year as the worst since records began.
I was dragging 180 kilos of food and fuel and supplies, about 400 pounds. The average temperature for the 10 weeks was minus 35. Minus 50 was the coldest.
So again, there wasn't an awful lot of joy or fun to be had.
One of the magical things about this journey, however, is that because I'm walking over the sea, over this floating, drifting, shifting crust of ice that's floating on top of the Arctic Ocean is it's an environment that's in a constant state of flux.
The ice is always moving, breaking up, drifting around, refreezing, so the scenery that I saw for nearly 3 months was unique to me. No one else will ever, could ever, possibly see the views, the vistas, that I saw for 10 weeks.
And that, I guess, is probably the finest argument for leaving the house.
I can try to tell you what it was like, but you'll never know what it was like, and the more I try to explain that I felt lonely, I was the only human being in 5.4 million square-miles, it was cold, nearly minus 75 with windchill on a bad day, the more words fall short, and I'm unable to do it justice.
And it seems to me, therefore, that the doing, you know, to try to experience, to engage, to endeavor, rather than to watch and to wonder, that's where the real meat of life is to be found, the juice that we can suck out of our hours and days.
And I would add a cautionary note here, however.
In my experience, there is something addictive about tasting life at the very edge of what's humanly possible.
Now I don't just mean in the field of daft macho Edwardian style derring-do, but also in the fields of pancreatic cancer, there is something addictive about this, and in my case, I think polar expeditions are perhaps not that far removed from having a crack habit.
I can't explain quite how good it is until you've tried it, but it has the capacity to burn up all the money I can get my hands on, to ruin every relationship I've ever had, so be careful what you wish for.
that responds to the challenge of the mountain, and I wonder if that's the case whether there's something in the challenge itself, in the endeavor, and particularly in the big, unfinished, chunky challenges that face humanity that call out to us, and in my experience that's certainly the case.
There is one unfinished challenge that's been calling out to me for most of my adult life.
Many of you will know the story.
This is a photo of Captain Scott and his team.
Scott set out just over a hundred years ago to try to become the first person to reach the South Pole.
No one knew what was there. It was utterly unmapped at the time. We knew more about the surface of the moon than we did about the heart of Antarctica.
Scott, as many of you will know, was beaten to it by Roald Amundsen and his Norwegian team, who used dogs and dogsleds. Scott's team were on foot, all five of them wearing harnesses and dragging around sledges, and they arrived at the pole to find the Norwegian flag already there, I'd imagine pretty bitter and demoralized.
All five of them turned and started walking back to the coast and all five died on that return journey.
it's all been done in the fields of exploration and adventure.
When I talk about Antarctica, people often say, "Hasn't, you know, that's interesting, hasn't that Blue Peter presenter just done it on a bike?"
Or, "That's nice. You know, my grandmother's going on a cruise to Antarctica next year. You know.
Is there a chance you'll see her there?"
But Scott's journey remains unfinished.
No one has ever walked from the very coast of Antarctica to the South Pole and back again.
It is, arguably, the most audacious endeavor of that Edwardian golden age of exploration, and it seemed to me high time, given everything we have figured out in the century since from scurvy to solar panels, that it was high time someone had a go at finishing the job.
So that's precisely what I'm setting out to do.
This time next year, in October, I'm leading a team of three.
It will take us about four months to make this return journey.
That's the scale. The red line is obviously halfway to the pole.
We have to turn around and come back again.
I'm well aware of the irony of telling you that we will be blogging and tweeting. You'll be able to live vicariously and virtually through this journey in a way that no one has ever before.
And it'll also be a four-month chance for me to finally come up with a pithy answer to the question, "Why?"
And our lives today are safer and more comfortable than they have ever been. There certainly isn't much call for explorers nowadays. My career advisor at school never mentioned it as an option.
If I wanted to know, for example, how many stars were in the Milky Way, how old those giant heads on Easter Island were, most of you could find that out right now without even standing up.
And yet, if I've learned anything in nearly 12 years now of dragging heavy things around cold places, it is that true, real inspiration and growth only comes from adversity and from challenge, from stepping away from what's comfortable and familiar and stepping out into the unknown.
In life, we all have tempests to ride and poles to walk to, and I think metaphorically speaking, at least, we could all benefit from getting outside the house a little more often, if only we could summon up the courage.
I certainly would implore you to open the door just a little bit and take a look at what's outside.
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Michelle raised her hands high up and declared. She was pretty excited since she could go out hunting with Letina first time in a while. Cloud on the other hand was slumping his shoulders hard with a dejected expression. He seemed quite against the idea of teaming up with Mateus.
âYouâre as cheerful as ever. Then again, itâs not like we meet all the time, so I donât really know whatâs normal?â
âIs there a point in speaking in contradictions?â
âNot really?â
The five of them gathered up near the borderline before the forest next to the highway that was just outside the city.
It was; Michelle, Cloud, Letina, Mateus, and for some reason, Sullivan.
âUm, why did you call me here again?â
âThere was no other way. We donât have any other scouts but you.â
Michelle and Cloud were seeing Sullivan for the first time, but I had already let them know that it was his information that guided me to where they were confined. So the two werenât wary towards him.
âSo, why are we being so sneaky now?â
âIt wouldnât be training if they spotted us.â
âThen we should go back and focus on your studies instead.â
âYou fool! Like I can just leave Mateus with Michelle!â
âHuh?â
Maxwell and I hid in the forest and observed Michelle. Maxwell didnât have stealth abilities, so he was using the Conceal spell.
Incidentally, Finia didnât stop us and sent us off with lukewarm eyes. She was apparently going to clean the mansion and continue studying on her own.
I couldnât help but think that my value in her heart was falling down hard lately.
âLook at where those guys are looking! Their eyes are nailed on Michelleâs chest!â
âAh yes, they have grown quite a bit. She has you completely beat.â
â.........Leave me out of this.â
âWell, they have such a presence, so it is natural for your gaze to be drawn to them.â
Sullivan and Mateus were stealing glances at Michelleâs chest since a while ago. It was true that in front of her pure and cheerful charm and her glamorous body, few men would not look at her like that. So it wasnât totally out of the picture for someone to be driven by those emotions and do something when they were in a forest with no people.
Cloud could be careless here and there, as proven by the previous incident. I was somewhat worried about whether he would be able to protect Michelle properly.
âEspecially that Sullivan! Heâs always slovenly towards girls. I canât imagine him remaining normal when he has Michelleâs rack before his eyes.â
âYou are a man...or a woman... like no other.â
Maxwell sighed while holding his forehead at my agitated state. I mean, I could only feel his presence.
âAre you not being a little too paranoid?â
âNot at all, thereâs no such thing as being too careful.â
âIf you directed some of that caution to yourself, Cortina and Finia would have it less hard.â
âDonât go calling names now.â
âStop sulking like a child. You are too sly.â
As Maxwell sighed, I smacked him on the head while relying on my presence sense. As we continued like this, Michelleâs group headed into the forest. We hurriedly followed after them.
They continued to carefully make their way through the forest for about an hour. Sullivan, who was leading them, stopped and signaled the rest behind. He seemed to have found prey.
âOh, looks like they found something.â
âGood grief, Mateus is with them, so there is no need to worry.â
âThatâs not what Iâm worried about.â
As I spoke, my gaze was still fixed on their group.
Sullivan guided the rest of them while Cloud and Mateus stood side by side. Michelle and Letina were behind them, positioned so they would be able to offer support at a momentâs notice.
So far it was the same as how we did it when they partied up with me.
The prey that Sullivan found was a big racing bird-type game that looked like an ostrichâa monster called Moul. It was over three meters tall and had a protuberance on the head, that it used as its main weapon, to raise the offensive power of the head-butts.
It was both fast and had a high head-butt power, so it was classified as quite dangerous. However, it was gentle in nature, so it never attacked people on its own, and was omitted from being a subjugation target of the Adventurers.
âIts meat is certainly light and delicious, but its danger level is quite high.â
A skilled hunter would fight it by taking refuge high up on a tree. But its lethality couldnât be underestimated. Michelle and Letina would get taken out with one attack.
Cloud just needed to protect them, but he was still a lightweight, so it was possible for him to easily be swept aside.
âHey now, will this really be okay? Whatâs Mateus doing...â
While I worried, Mateus hummed and lowered his swords to the ground. I couldnât sense any will to fight from his posture.
âWhat the f̲u̲c̲k̲ is that dumbass doing!â
âCan you just wait.â
Maxwell grabbed my shoulder as I was about to rush out. Immediately after, Letina shot her spell and Moulâs stopped in place. Michelle soon followed up by shooting her arrow.
That flash of light pierced through the Moulâs eyeball, boring into its brain and killing it instantly.
âYou are really underestimating your comrades. They are no longer at the level where you need to guide them.â
More accurately, Letina stopped its movements using a spell with minimum needed firepower, and Michelle shot it using that opening. These two were certainly beyond a level where I needed to instruct them. They had grown from friends I had to guide, to friends I could trust my back to.
âIt is perhaps still a little uncertain to claim that they have grown up... However, they are not young enough for you to show such worry. It is about time for them to graduate from being your students.â
Maxwell warned me while watching Letina and Michelle doing a cheerful high-five. Cloud and Sullivan unexpectedly had no turn, but I couldnât care less honestly. I mean, I guess that was a bit too harsh, but it was still a trivial problem.
â...You might be right.â
Observing them from the outside, I realized this for the first time.
In the meantime, Cloud and Mateus cooperated and hung the Moul up to drain it, and got ready to butcher it. Sullivan remained vigilant of the surroundings.
If we approached any further, me aside, Maxwell could get spotted.
âMaxwell.â
âYes?â
âShould we go back?â
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For example, think about something as simple as beer.
If I gave you a few beers to taste and I asked you to rate them on intensity and bitterness, different beers would occupy different space.
But what if we tried to be objective about it?
In the case of beer, it would be very simple.
What if we did a blind taste?
Well, if we did the same thing, you tasted the same beer, now in the blind taste, things would look slightly different.
Most of the beers will go into one place.
You will basically not be able to distinguish them, and the exception, of course, will be Guinness.
Similarly, we can think about physiology.
What happens when people expect something from their physiology?
For example, we sold people pain medications.
Some people, we told them the medications were expensive.
Some people, we told them it was cheap.
And the expensive pain medication worked better.
It relieved more pain from people, because expectations do change our physiology.
And of course, we all know that in sports, if you are a fan of a particular team, you can't help but see the game develop from the perspective of your team.
So all of those are cases in which our preconceived notions and our expectations color our world.
But what happened in more important questions?
What happened with questions that had to do with social justice?
So we wanted to think about what is the blind tasting version for thinking about inequality?
So we started looking at inequality, and we did some large-scale surveys around the U.S. and other countries.
So we asked two questions: Do people know what kind of level of inequality we have?
And then, what level of inequality do we want to have?
So let's think about the first question.
Imagine I took all the people in the U.S.
and I sorted them from the poorest on the right to the richest on the left, and then I divided them into five buckets: the poorest 20 percent, the next 20 percent, the next, the next, and the richest 20 percent.
And then I asked you to tell me how much wealth do you think is concentrated in each of those buckets.
So to make it simpler, imagine I ask you to tell me, how much wealth do you think is concentrated in the bottom two buckets, the bottom 40 percent?
Take a second. Think about it and have a number.
Usually we don't think.
Think for a second, have a real number in your mind.
You have it?
Okay, here's what lots of Americans tell us.
They think that the bottom 20 percent has about 2.9 percent of the wealth, the next group has 6.4, so together it's slightly more than nine.
The next group, they say, has 12 percent, 20 percent, and the richest 20 percent, people think has 58 percent of the wealth.
You can see how this relates to what you thought.
Now, what's reality?
Reality is slightly different.
The bottom 20 percent has 0.1 percent of the wealth.
The next 20 percent has 0.2 percent of the wealth.
Together, it's 0.3.
The next group has 3.9, 11.3, and the richest group has 84-85 percent of the wealth.
So what we actually have and what we think we have are very different.
What about what we want?
How do we even figure this out?
So to look at this, to look at what we really want, we thought about the philosopher John Rawls.
If you remember John Rawls, he had this notion of what's a just society.
He said a just society is a society that if you knew everything about it, you would be willing to enter it in a random place.
And it's a beautiful definition, because if you're wealthy, you might want the wealthy to have more money, the poor to have less.
If you're poor, you might want more equality.
But if you're going to go into that society in every possible situation, and you don't know, you have to consider all the aspects.
It's a little bit like blind tasting in which you don't know what the outcome will be when you make a decision, and Rawls called this the "veil of ignorance."
So, we took another group, a large group of Americans, and we asked them the question in the veil of ignorance.
What are the characteristics of a country that would make you want to join it, knowing that you could end randomly at any place?
And here is what we got.
What did people want to give to the first group, the bottom 20 percent?
They wanted to give them about 10 percent of the wealth.
The next group, 14 percent of the wealth, 21, 22 and 32.
Now, nobody in our sample wanted full equality.
Nobody thought that socialism is a fantastic idea in our sample.
But what does it mean?
It means that we have this knowledge gap between what we have and what we think we have, but we have at least as big a gap between what we think is right to what we think we have.
Now, we can ask these questions, by the way, not just about wealth.
We can ask it about other things as well.
So for example, we asked people from different parts of the world about this question, people who are liberals and conservatives, and they gave us basically the same answer.
We asked rich and poor, they gave us the same answer, men and women, NPR listeners and Forbes readers.
We asked people in England, Australia, the U.S. -- very similar answers.
We even asked different departments of a university.
We went to Harvard and we checked almost every department, and in fact, from Harvard Business School, where a few people wanted the wealthy to have more and the [poor] to have less, the similarity was astonishing.
I know some of you went to Harvard Business School.
We also asked this question about something else.
We asked, what about the ratio of CEO pay to unskilled workers?
So you can see what people think is the ratio, and then we can ask the question, what do they think should be the ratio?
And then we can ask, what is reality?
What is reality? And you could say, well, it's not that bad, right?
The red and the yellow are not that different.
But the fact is, it's because I didn't draw them on the same scale.
It's hard to see, there's yellow and blue in there.
So what about other outcomes of wealth?
Wealth is not just about wealth.
We asked, what about things like health?
What about availability of prescription medication?
What about life expectancy?
What about life expectancy of infants?
How do we want this to be distributed?
What about education for young people?
And for older people?
And across all of those things, what we learned was that people don't like inequality of wealth, but there's other things where inequality, which is an outcome of wealth, is even more aversive to them: for example, inequality in health or education.
We also learned that people are particularly open to changes in equality when it comes to people who have less agency -- basically, young kids and babies, because we don't think of them as responsible for their situation.
So what are some lessons from this?
We have two gaps: We have a knowledge gap and we have a desirability gap And the knowledge gap is something that we think about, how do we educate people?
How do we get people to think differently about inequality and the consequences of inequality in terms of health, education, jealousy, crime rate, and so on?
Then we have the desirability gap.
How do we get people to think differently about what we really want?
You see, the Rawls definition, the Rawls way of looking at the world, the blind tasting approach, takes our selfish motivation out of the picture.
How do we implement that to a higher degree on a more extensive scale?
And finally, we also have an action gap.
How do we take these things and actually do something about it?
I think part of the answer is to think about people like young kids and babies that don't have much agency, because people seem to be more willing to do this.
To summarize, I would say, next time you go to drink beer or wine, first of all, think about, what is it in your experience that is real, and what is it in your experience that is a placebo effect coming from expectations?
And then think about what it also means for other decisions in your life, and hopefully also for policy questions that affect all of us.
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âThis isnât Magic Learning. Iâm just copying it after watching.â
âBut thatâs still impressive in itself.â
As we talked like this, Dorgo finished casting the spell.
And so the communication bracelets were finished in no time.
Magic technology of humans could also create such bracelets.
They were even sold in stores, though they were very expensive. But at least they were not rare.
That being said, human magic was not capable of making them this quickly.
âMister Ruck. I would not mind at all if you used this magic to make more bracelets, if you find the need.â
âThank you.â
Dorgo then gave the finished bracelets to Leea and the Grand Chamberlain.
Then he taught them how to use it.
Leea looked very impressed by it.
Her tail was wagging excitedly.
âIâll contact you as soon as the enemy attacks.â
âYes. Contact us anytime if you need help, not just when under attack.â
âReally? Are you sure?â
âOf course.â
After discussing it a little further, we returned to the mansion.
Eric and Goran went back to their work.
Kathe tried skip her own duties, but Dorgo dragged her away.
And I decided to rest in my room for a while.
Only Grulf and Lord Gerberga were close by.
Grulf was resting on the bed.
He had fallen asleep in no time.
âYou fall asleep so fast, Grulf.â
Perhaps he slept so much because he was still a wolf cub.
Lord Gerberga was perched on my lap.
I stroked his feathers and thought about the dark ones.
The dark ones were currently targeting the water dragon settlement.
It was very likely that they had succeeded in producing the Foolâs Stone.
And then there was this Most High King.
The vampires who had attacked Katheâs palace had told me about him.
I believed this person was a vampire king who was stronger than any Vampire High Lord.
The Most High Kingâs subordinates had been raiding dragon ruins and had attacked the palace of the Wind Dragon Ruler.
The dark ones who were attacking the water dragons were likely also doing it under his command.
And then there were dark ones inside of the royal capital.
In any case, there was reason to believe that they had gotten quite close to the center of government.
It was clear that they had some influence on certain officials.
The dark ones had even taken over Marquis Mastafonâs house.
And then they had forced Philly to make the Foolâs Stone.
Villains like Kabino collected weapons for them and stored their forbidden ham.
It was clear that the dark ones inside of the city were quite weak compared to the ones who attacked the wind dragon palace.
However, it was incredibly dangerous that there were any in the city to begin with.
They must be using quite a few humans as servants.
But it was still a mystery as to why any humans would want to help them.
âHmmm.â
âCluck?â
Lord Geberga nibbled at my fingers.
âWell, I donât have much choice but to leave the investigation to the privy council...â
There wasnât much I could do.
Investigations should be left to organizations that were good at it.
They were probably doing everything that they could now.
âI guess Iâll just concentrate on protecting the water dragons now.â
As I talked to Lord Gerberga, someone knocked on the door.
âHmm? Who is it?â
âMister Locke. Do you mind if I come in?â
âSerulis. Is something wrong?â
The door opened just as I held Lord Gerberga and stood up.
âI hope you have time... I wanted to ask if you would help with my sword practice...â
âSure. Letâs go to the garden then.â
âThank you!â
Serulis smiled happily.
âGrulf is... Hmm, weâll let him sleep.â
I would feel bad if I woke him up when he was sleeping so soundly.
And so I left him and took Lord Gerberga with me to the garden.
It was times like this that I was thankful that it was very big.
I saw Nia and Shia on our way there.
âNia. Serulis and I are going to do some sword practice now. Want to join us?â
âDo you mean it?â
Nia was my apprentice. And an Adventurer.
I wanted to teach her.
âOh! Can I come and watch you?â
And so we went to the garden and Serulisâs training began.
We would fight with heavy wooden swords.
âSerulis, you have a natural aptitude.â
âHhhh...hahh...thank you!â
While quite out of breath, Serulis swung the sword earnestly.
She was quick and steady in her movements. A definite improvement from before.
After a few more swings, Serulisâs sword went flying out of her grasp.
âAlright, next. Nia, come.â
Nia was still small but very good.
She also was a natural, and her movements were smooth, like many beastkin.
After Nia, was Shia. She too wanted to practice.
After an hour had passed, Serulis, Nia and Shia were all out of breath and on their knees.
âI donât have enough stamina.â
âMi-mister Lockeâs energy is just abnormal.â
âIâll do my best!â
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So, basically it all began with this whole idea of a computer.
Who has a computer? Yeah.
O.K., so, everyone has a computer.
Even a mobile phone, it's a computer.
And -- anyone remember this workbook, "Instant Activities for Your Apple" -- free poster in each book?
This was how computing began.
Don't forget: a computer came out; it had no software.
You'd buy that thing, you'd bring it home, you'd plug it in, and it would do absolutely nothing at all.
So, you had to program it, and there were great programming, like, tutorials, like this.
I mean, this was great.
It's, like, you know, Herbie the Apple II.
It's such a great way to -- I mean, they should make Java books like this, and we've have no problem learning a program.
But this was a great, grand time of the computer, when it was just a raw, raw, what is it? kind of an era.
And, you see, this era coincided with my own childhood.
I grew up in a tofu factory in Seattle.
Who of you grew up in a family business, suffered the torture? Yes, yes.
The torture was good. Wasn't it good torture?
It was just life-changing, you know. And so, in my life, you know, I was in the tofu; it was a family business.
And my mother was a kind of a designer, also.
She'd make this kind of, like, wall of tofu cooking, and it would confuse the customers, because they all thought it was a restaurant.
A bad sort of branding thing, or whatever.
But, anyway, that's where I grew up, in this little tofu factory in Seattle, and it was kind of like this: a small room where I kind of grew up. I'm big there in that picture.
That's my dad. My dad was kind of like MacGyver, really: he would invent, like, ways to make things heavy.
Like back here, there's like, concrete block technology here, and he would need the concrete blocks to press the tofu, because tofu is actually kind of a liquidy type of thing, and so you have to have heavy stuff to push out the liquid and make it hard.
Tofu comes out in these big batches, and my father would sort of cut them by hand.
I can't tell you -- family business story: you'd understand this -- my father was the most sincere man possible.
He walked into a Safeway once on a rainy day, slipped, broke his arm, rushed out: he didn't want to inconvenience Safeway.
So, instead, you know, my father's, like, arm's broken for two weeks in the store, and that week -- now, those two weeks were when my older brother and I had to do everything.
And that was torture, real torture.
Because, you see, we'd seen my father taking the big block of tofu and cutting it, like, knife in, zap, zap, zap. We thought, wow.
So, the first time I did that, I went, like, whoa! Like this.
Bad blocks. But anyways, the tofu to me was kind of my origin, basically.
And because working in a store was so hard, I liked going to school; it was like heaven.
And I was really good at school.
So, when I got to MIT, you know, as most of you who are creatives, your parents all told you not to be creative, right?
So, same way, you know, I was good at art and good at math, and my father says, he's -- John's good at math.
I went to MIT, did my math, but I had this wonderful opportunity, because computers had just become visual.
The Apple -- Macintosh just came out; I had a Mac in hand when I went to MIT.
And it was a time when a guy who, kind of, it was a good time.
And so, I remember that my first major piece of software was on a direct copy of then-Aldus PageMaker.
I made a desktop publishing system way back when, and that was, kind of, my first step into figuring out how to -- oh, these two sides are kind of fun to mix.
And the problem when you're younger -- for all you students out there -- is, your head gets kind of big really easy.
And when I was making icons, I was, like, the icon master, and I was, like, yeah, I'm really good at this, you know.
And then luckily, you know, I had the fortune of going to something called a library, and in the library I came upon this very book.
I found this book. It's called, "Thoughts on Design," by a man named Paul Rand.
It's a little slim volume; I'm not sure if you've seen this.
It's a very nice little book. It's about this guy, Paul Rand, who was one of the greatest graphic designers, and also a great writer as well.
And when I saw this man's work, I realized how bad I was at design, or whatever I called it back then, and I suddenly had a kind of career goal, So I kind of switched. I went to MIT, finished.
I got my masters, and then went to art school after that.
And just began to design stuff, like chopstick wrappers, napkins, menus -- whatever I could get a handle on: sort of wheel-and-deal, move up in the design world, whatever.
And isn't it that strange moment when you publish your design?
Remember that moment -- publishing your designs?
Remember that moment? It felt so good, didn't it?
So, I was published, you know, so, wow, my design's in a book, you know?
After that, things kind of got strange, and I got thinking about the computer, because the computer to me always, kind of, bothered me.
I didn't quite get it. And Paul Rand was a kind of crusty designer, you know, a crusty designer, like a good -- kind of like a good French bread?
You know, he wrote in one of his books: "A Yale student once said, 'I came here to learn how to design, not how to use a computer.' Design schools take heed."
This is in the '80s, in the great clash of computer/non-computer people.
A very difficult time, actually.
And this to me was an important message from Rand.
And so I began to sort of mess with the computer at the time.
This is the first sort of play thing I did, my own serious play.
I built a working version of an Adobe Illustrator-ish thing.
It looks like Illustrator; it can, like, draw.
It was very hard to make this, actually.
It took a month to make this part.
And then I thought, what if I added this feature, where I can say, this point, you can fly like a bird. You're free, kind of thing.
So I could, sort of, change the kind of stability with a little control there on the dial, and I can sort of watch it flip around.
And this is in 1993.
And when my professors saw this, they were very upset at me.
They were saying, Why's it moving?
They were saying, Make it stop now.
Now, I was saying, Well, that's the whole point: it's moving.
And he says, Well, when's it going to stop?
And I said, Never.
And he said, Even worse. Stop it now.
I started studying this whole idea, of like, what is this computer? It's a strange medium.
It's not like print. It's not like video.
It lasts forever. It's a very strange medium.
So, I went off with this, and began to look for things even more.
And so in Japan, I began to experiment with people.
This is actually bad: human experiments.
I would do these things where I'd have students become pens: there's blue pen, red pen, green pen, black pen.
And someone sits down and draws a picture.
They're laughing because he said, draw from the middle-right to the middle, and he kind of messed up.
See, humans don't know how to take orders; the computer's so good at it.
This guy figured out how to get the computer to draw with two pens at once: you know, you, pen, do this, and you, pen, do this.
And so began to have multiple pens on the page -- again, hard to do with our hands.
And then someone discovered this "a-ha moment" where you could use coordinate systems.
We thought, ah, this is when it's going to happen.
In the end, he drew a house. It was the most boring thing.
It became computerish; we began to think computerish -- the X, Y system -- and so that was kind of a revelation.
And after this I wanted to build a computer out of people, called a human-powered computer.
So, this happened in 1993.
Sound down, please.
It's a computer where the people are the parts.
I have behind this wall a disk drive, a CPU, a graphics card, a memory system.
They're picking up a giant floppy disk made of cardboard.
It's put inside the computer.
And that little program's on that cardboard disk.
So, she wears the disk, and reads the data off the sectors of the disk, and the computer starts up; it sort of boots up, really.
And it's a sort of a working computer. And when I built this computer, I had a moment of -- what is it called? -- the epiphany where I realized that the computer's just so fast.
This computer appears to be fast - she's working pretty hard, and people are running around, and we think, wow, this is happening at a fast rate.
And this computer's programmed to do only one thing, which is, if you move your mouse, the mouse changes on the screen.
On the computer, when you move your mouse, that arrow moves around.
On this computer, if you move the mouse, it takes half an hour for the mouse cursor to change.
To give you a sense of the speed, the scale: the computer is just so amazingly fast, O.K.?
And so, after this I began to do experiments for different companies.
This is something I did for Sony in 1996.
It was three Sony "H" devices that responded to sound.
So, if you talk into the mike, you'll hear some music in your headphones; if you talk in the phone, then video would happen.
So, I began to experiment with industry in different ways with this kind of mixture of skills.
I did this ad. I don't believe in this kind of alcohol, but I do drink sometimes.
And Chanel. So, getting to do different projects.
And also, one thing I realized is that I like to make things.
We like to make things. It's fun to make things.
And so I never developed the ability to have a staff.
I have no staff; it's all kind of made by hand -- these sort of broken hands.
And these hands were influenced by this man, Mr. Inami Naomi.
This guy was my kind of like mentor.
He was the first digital media producer in Tokyo.
He's the guy that kind of discovered me, and kind of got me going in digital media.
He was such an inspirational guy.
I remember, like, we'd be in his studio, like, at 2 a.m., and then he'd show up from some client meeting.
He'd come in and say, you know, If I am here, everything is okay.
And you'd feel so much better, you know.
And I'll never forget how, like, but -- I'll never forget how, like, He went into a coma.
And so, for three years he was out, and he could only blink, and so I realized at this moment, I thought, wow -- how fragile is this thing we're wearing, this body and mind we're wearing, and so I thought, How do you go for it more?
How do you take that time you have left and go after it?
So, Naomi was pivotal in that.
And so, I began to think more carefully about the computer.
This was a moment where I was thinking about, so, you have a computer program, it responds to motion -- X and Y -- and I realized that each computer program has all these images inside the program.
that program you're seeing in the corner, if you spread it out, it's all these things all at once.
It's real simultaneity. It's nothing we're used to working with.
We're so used to working in one vector.
This is all at the same time.
The computer lives in so many dimensions.
And also, at the same time I was frustrated, because I would go to all these art and design schools everywhere, and there were these, like, "the computer lab," you know, and this is, like, in the late 1990s, and this is in Basel, a great graphic design school.
And here's this, like, dirty, kind of, shoddy, kind of, dark computer room.
And I began to wonder, Is this the goal?
Is this what we want, you know?
And also, I began to be fascinated by machines -- you know, like copy machines -- and so this is actually in Basel.
I noticed how we spent so much time on making it interactive -- this is, like, a touch screen -- and I noticed how you can only touch five places, and so, "why are we wasting so much interactivity everywhere?"
became a question. And also, the sound: I discovered I can make my ThinkPad pretend it's a telephone.
You get it? No? O.K.
And also, I discovered in Logan airport, this was, like, calling out to me.
Do you hear that? It's like cows. This is at 4 a.m. at Logan.
So, I was wondering, like, what is this thing in front of me, this computer thing?
It didn't make any sense.
So, I began to make things again. This is another series of objects made of old computers from my basement.
I made -- I took my old Macintoshes and made different objects out of them from Tokyo.
I began to be very disinterested in computers themselves, so I began to make paintings out of PalmPilots.
I made this series of works.
They're paintings I made and put a PalmPilot in the middle as a kind of display that's sort of thinking, I'm abstract art. What am I? I'm abstract.
And so it keeps thinking out loud of its own abstraction.
I began to be fascinated by plastic, so I spent four months making eight plastic blocks perfectly optically transparent, as a kind of release of stress.
Because of that, I became interested in blue tape, so in San Francisco, at C.C., I had a whole exhibition on blue tape.
I made a whole installation out of blue tape -- blue painters' tape.
And at this point my wife kind of got worried about me, so I stopped doing blue tape and began to think, Well, what else is there in life?
And so computers, as you know, these big computers, there are now tiny computers.
They're littler computers, so the one-chip computers, I began to program one-chip computers and make objects out of P.C. boards, LEDs.
I began to make LED sculptures that would live inside little boxes out of MDF.
This is a series of light boxes I made for a show in Italy.
Very simple boxes: you just press one button and some LED interaction occurs.
This is a series of lamps I made. This is a Bento box lamp: it's sort of a plastic rice lamp; it's very friendly.
I did a show in London last year made out of iPods -- I used iPods as a material.
So I took 16 iPod Nanos and made a kind of a Nano fish, basically.
Recently, this is for Reebok.
I've done shoes for Reebok as well, as a kind of a hobby for apparel.
So anyways, there are all these things you can do, but the thing I love the most is to experience, taste the world.
The world is just so tasty.
We think we'll go to a museum; that's where all the tastes are.
No, they're all out there.
So, this is, like, in front of the Eiffel Tower, really, actually, around the Louvre area.
This I found, where nature had made a picture for me.
This is a perfect 90-degree angle by nature.
In this strange moment where, like, these things kind of appeared.
We all are creative people.
We have this gene defect in our mind.
We can't help but stop, right? This feeling's a wonderful thing.
It's the forever-always-on museum.
This is from the Cape last year.
I discovered that I had to find the equation of art and design, which we know as circle-triangle-square.
It's everywhere on the beach, I discovered.
I began to collect every instance of circle-triangle-square.
I put these all back, by the way.
And I also discovered how .
some rocks are twins separated at birth.
This is also out there, you know.
I'm, like, how did this happen, kind of thing?
I brought you guys together again.
So, three years ago I discovered, the letters M-I-T occurring in simplicity and complexity.
My alma mater, MIT, and I had this moment -- a kind of M. Night Shayamalan moment -- where I thought, Whoa! I have to do this.
And I went after it with passion.
However, recently this RISD opportunity kind of arose -- going to RISD -- and I couldn't reconcile this real easy, because the letters had told me, MIT forever.
But I discovered in the French word raison d'être.
I was, like, aha, wait a second.
And there RISD appeared.
And so I realized it was O.K. to go.
So, I'm going to RISD, actually.
Who's a RISD alum out there?
RISD alums? Yeah, RISD. There we go, RISD. Woo, RISD.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Art Center -- Art Center is good, too.
RISD is kind of my new kind of passion, and I'll tell you a little bit about that.
So, RISD is -- I was outside RISD, and some student wrote this on some block, and I thought, Wow, RISD wants to know what itself is.
And I have no idea what RISD should be, actually, or what it wants to be, but one thing I have to tell you is that although I'm a technologist, I don't like technology very much.
It's a, kind of, the qi thing, or whatever.
People say, Are you going to bring RISD into the future?
And I say, well, I'm going to bring the future back to RISD.
There's my perspective. Because in reality, the problem isn't how to make the world more technological.
It's about how to make it more humane again.
And if anything, I think RISD has a strange DNA.
It's a strange exuberance about materials, about the world: a fascination that I think the world needs quite very much right now.
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šå¡ãé ·ããã®ã ã£ãã | We received minimal healing from the healer and returned straight to the city. This wasnât because the combat healer cut corners or anything, but simply because that was the most he could do at that place.
We let the orphanage know about Cloud but left him with the knights to keep watch over his condition at the guard station. The stations of Raum were high-end military installations. They had far superior equipment compared to free medical facilities, so they could deal with emergencies better.
While we were waiting there, Cortina and Elliot arrived and got to know about our condition.
Cortina was shocked to the point of screaming and immediately contacted Maxwell. When it came to someone as famous as her, she could use the Guildâs exclusive telepathy magic almost unconditionally.
Learning about it, Maxwell went and brought Maria to us, and by the end of the day, our bodies returned back to full health.
Naturally, it didnât come for free. Given that Cloud was my friend, Maria did not ask for compensation, but instead, we were in for severe punishment, that is, a lecture.
âNicole, why do you always rush into trouble the moment I let you out of my sight!â
âIâm sorry.â
My judgment this time was not a mistake. But I couldnât deny that my action wasnât something a child should have taken. Thus, I had no choice but to accept her scolding.
âYou too, Cloud! Rushing in for the glory just because you found something suspicious... You do know that is the biggest cause of Adventurerâs death, right?â
âYes, I am sorry...â
Regeneration magic was cast on Cloud and he managed to restore his lost blood by nighttime, and he was now back to normal condition. Looking at the result, his hasty pursuit for success got even me dragged into it, so he had no words to offer in his defense.
The two of us sat dejectedly on the ground, reflecting on our actions. Seeing us like that, Maria couldnât find it in herself to keep scolding us, and laid down her arms surprisingly fast.
âOh, you are still here? Give it a rest already, it is time for the kids to sleep.â
Maxwell showed up in the nap room of the station where we were being forced to reflect. He was busy questioning the survivors of the slave traders so he only just joined us. He probably came to report to us what he had found out.
âMaxwell, how is it? Who dared to lay a hand on my daughter?â
Lyell asked in a calm but penetratingly cold voice. Gadius was also fiddling with his battleaxe in an attempt to calm himself.
That showed the extent of their anger. Which was natural, given that I was a daughter to one and a friendâs family for the other. Were I in their place in my original form, Iâd also have rushed out to hunt them down.
âYes, they seem to be slave traders doing operations between Berith and Raum. Incidentally, the one that assassinated Count Tarkashire seemed to be involved as well.â
âOho...â
We were talking about someone who had managed to slip past the security, sneak into a strictly-guarded prison and assassinate the Count. But now that we found out that slave traders were involved in that too, the situation had changed.
We might have gotten some leads on the scoundrels that have been prowling in this city for several years now.
âAnd what about that Jend Sect of the hidden blade style that Nicole told us about?â
âI have heard of them before. They are a bunch working for the city-states centered around the southern central city of Qaum.â
âThe southern?â
The southern city-state alliance of Qaum. It was located next to the Sword Kingdom of Alecmarle. They were the city-states focused around cities called Qaum and Lilith that once dominated the entire southern area.
Alecmarle used to be part of them at one point, but they became independent later and gave rise to a war. The Zeed Commonwealth further west also achieved independence. So right now, that whole area was on the verge of conflict.
Incidentally, it was also where Cortina was born. Led by her, Qaum City-State Alliance had clashed with the Sword Kingdom of Alecmarle numerous times.
âThey are an assassin sect that practices dual-blade style. Iâve had my fair share of trouble with them.â
âAlright, letâs go destroy the south.â
âHold right there, Lyell. It doesnât sound like a joke when youâre the one saying it.â
Cortina smacked Lyell on the back of the head. Meanwhile, Cloud was opening and closing his mouth in surprise, seeing all of the Six Heroes line up before him for the first time.
âHey Cloud, you shouldnât point at people.â
âBut... They are the Six Heroes, you know? All of them even...â
Cloud answered in shock, pointing out something so obvious this late in the game. I was the daughter of those same heroes, so I expected this to happen.
For Cloud, who aimed to become an Adventurer, the Six Heroes were the ideal figures. The pinnacle that he aimed to reach.
And now, they were all gathered in front of him and doing some silly chatter, so I could understand why his brain was going in circles.
But you know, you were being trained by the reincarnation of one of those Heroes. Not that you know that I reincarnated.
âSo, did you find out who ordered Tarkashireâs assassination? Any clues about the mastermind?â
Gadius returned to the main topic in a low voice. Whenever I, Maxwell, or Lyell went off-topic, he was always the one to bring us back to it.
He wasnât much of a talker, but that fact made us lend an ear whenever he did talk.
âNo. After all, we only managed to get hold of their underlings. The one that knew the particulars managed to escape.â
âRather, had Nicole not caught these underlings, we wouldnât have managed to learn even this much. Or perhaps it would be better to say it was all thanks to this lad Cloud for discovering them.â
âYou really did well in that regard.â
With those words, Gadius roughly grabbed Cloudâs head and started swinging it around. No, maybe he was trying to pat him?
Having his head jolted around made his eyes spin, but he didnât seem to be hating it. In fact, he had a loose, ecstatic expression on his face.
âStill, there was one phrase that we managed to get out of these fellows.â
âOh, what phrase?â
âIt seems that when the leader of these slave traders was talking with this escaped fellow Mateus, they heard the word âStollaâ pop up in their conversation.â
âStolla?â
I cocked my head, having a remembrance of that word from somewhere. Maxwell, however, did not wait for my reply and stated the answer.
âAt the northern edge of Raum where it meets with the United Alliance, there is Count Stolla domain.â
âWait, wasnât that next to Count Tarkashireâs territory?â
âIndeed. Stolla domain of Raum is adjacent to the Suria domain of the United Alliance. The one governing it is Margrave Klein Stolla Serwa.â
âStolla Serwa... I feel like I have heard it before?â
I muttered to myself. I have heard it a little, no, quite a bit before... Right, I think it was...
âDonovan introduced himself as Stolla Serwa, didnât he?â
When I went on the inspection with Michelle before enrolling in the academy, that authoritarian boy bumped into me. I didnât think his name would pop up here.
When you were given a territory to govern in this kingdom, the name of your dominion would be added as your middle name. In Letinaâs case, her name meant that she was of the Yowi household that governed the Winne domain.
âIf my memory isnât failing me, Tarkashire referred to Serwa as âmy friendâ. He also said his son was attending the magic academy.â
âI could not see him playing an active role until now so I left him alone... But this should settle it.â
Maxwell agreed to Elliotâs words. He found out who was betraying his kingdom. He was convinced of it.
âWhile Tarkashire had some royal blood in him, he was still a mere Count, at the end of the day. Going against Elliot like that seemed too much for his plate... But I am finally able to see the full picture now.â
If we considered that he had the backing of one of the great feudal lords of Raum, it was plausible for him to have grown overconfident and risen in revolt.
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But I would say no.
When you meet someone here at TED -- and this is the top networking place, of course, of the year -- you don't shake somebody's hand and then say, "Can you hold on for a moment while I take out my phone and Google you?"
Or when you go to the supermarket and you're standing there in that huge aisle of different types of toilet papers, you don't take out your cell phone, and open a browser, and go to a website to try to decide which of these different toilet papers is the most ecologically responsible purchase to make.
So we don't really have easy access to all this relevant information that can just help us make optimal decisions about what to do next and what actions to take.
And so my research group at the Media Lab has been developing a series of inventions to give us access to this information in a sort of easy way, without requiring that the user changes any of their behavior.
And I'm here to unveil our latest effort, and most successful effort so far, which is still very much a work in process.
I'm actually wearing the device right now and we've sort of cobbled it together with components that are off the shelf -- and that, by the way, only cost 350 dollars at this point in time.
I'm wearing a camera, just a simple web cam, a portable, battery-powered projection system with a little mirror.
These components communicate to my cell phone in my pocket which acts as the communication and computation device.
And in the video here we see my student Pranav Mistry, who's really the genius who's been implementing and designing this whole system.
And we see how this system lets him walk up to any surface and start using his hands to interact with the information that is projected in front of him.
The system tracks the four significant fingers.
that you may recognize.
But if you want a more stylish version, you could also paint your nails in different colors.
And the camera basically tracks these four fingers and recognizes any gestures that he's making so he can just go to, for example, a map of Long Beach, zoom in and out, etc.
The system also recognizes iconic gestures such as the "take a picture" gesture, and then takes a picture of whatever is in front of you.
And when he then walks back to the Media Lab, he can just go up to any wall and project all the pictures that he's taken, sort through them and organize them, and re-size them, etc., again using all natural gestures.
So, some of you most likely were here two years ago and saw the demo by Jeff Han, or some of you may think, "Well, doesn't this look like the Microsoft Surface Table?"
And yes, you also interact using natural gestures, both hands, etc.
But the difference here is that you can use any surface, you can walk up to any surface, including your hand, if nothing else is available, and interact with this projected data.
The device is completely portable, and can be -- So, one important difference is that it's totally mobile.
Another even more important difference is that in mass production, this would not cost more tomorrow than today's cell phones and would actually not sort of be a bigger packaging -- could look a lot more stylish than this version that I'm wearing around my neck.
of looking as cool as Tom Cruise in "Minority Report," the reason why we're really excited about this device is that it really can act as one of these sixth-sense devices that gives you relevant information about whatever is in front of you.
So we see Pranav here going into the supermarket and he's shopping for some paper towels.
And, as he picks up a product, the system can recognize the product that he's picking up, using either image recognition or marker technology, and give him the green light or an orange light.
He can ask for additional information.
So this particular choice here is a particularly good choice, given his personal criteria.
Some of you may want the toilet paper with the most bleach in it rather than the most ecologically responsible choice.
If he picks up a book in the bookstore, he can get an Amazon rating -- it gets projected right on the cover of the book.
This is Juan's book, our previous speaker, which gets a great rating, by the way, at Amazon.
And so, Pranav turns the page of the book and can then see additional information about the book -- reader comments, maybe sort of information by his favorite critic, etc.
If he turns to a particular page, he finds an annotation by maybe an expert or a friend of ours that gives him a little bit of additional information about whatever is on that particular page.
Reading the newspaper -- it never has to be outdated.
You can get video annotations of the events that you're reading about.
You can get the latest sports scores, etc.
This is a more controversial one.
As you interact with someone at TED, maybe you can see a word cloud of the tags, the words that are associated with that person in their blog and personal web pages.
In this case, the student is interested in cameras, etc.
On your way to the airport, if you pick up your boarding pass, it can tell you that your flight is delayed, that the gate has changed, etc.
And, if you need to know what the current time is, it's as simple as drawing a watch -- on your arm.
So that's where we're at so far in developing this sixth sense that would give us seamless access to all this relevant information about the things that we may come across.
My student Pranav, who's really, like I said, the genius behind this.
He does deserve a lot of applause, because I don't think he's slept much in the last three months, actually.
And his girlfriend is probably not very happy about him either.
But it's not perfect yet, it's very much a work in progress.
And who knows, maybe in another 10 years we'll be here with the ultimate sixth sense brain implant.
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Currently, weâre walking through the highway... We just couldnât take it anymore.
Everytime something happens during work, we keep getting told something like, âThe two of you are really amazingâ or âThat really helped us a lotâ or something.There was also that troll incident but the main reason is that ever since we noticed our slight overpoweredness, weâve begun thinking that we might start getting some disputes from our peers. After all, the amount of work we do is absolutely more compared to other people.
So we decided to leave the town. And as we were wondering where we should go, since we have the chance, we decided to go to the royal capital.
Feeling a gaze while walking, I turned around and instantly met with Rutiâs eyes. However, she immediately turned away.ãWhat is it~?ã
ãNothing at all?ã
Recently, this kind of conversation has been happening more often. Did I do something?... Maybe she knows that I secretly went out the other day to eat some pancakes.But in that case, she would just get mad at me normally, though. Not knowing why sheâs acting like this bothers me for some reason.
After repeating this kind of exchange and camping out for one week, we arrived at the royal capital.
Royal Capital Arst. It seems like the royal capital has the same name as the country itself. Unlike Zanbul, the ramparts are firmly built stone walls and there are soldiers patrolling on top of them. There are two layers of these stone walls. In the inner layer of the two stone walls is, maybe for noble use only? Doesnât look like a place anybody can go inside, though. And in the middle of the city is a castle, and it looks like thereâs a moat surrounding it. The main streets leading to the cardinal directions are wide. The size and just about everything is different from Zanbul.
ãItâs really big~ã
ãWell, itâs the royal capital after all. Not only is the city large, itâs populous too.ã
Walking through the streets are many people of different diversity. As for the stall shops, well, thereâs a lot of them and theyâre absolutely bustling with people.
There are even stalls selling food. Since itâs also nearly noon, we decided to take a bite while roaming around.
, this grilled skewer is delicious.ã
ãNatsuki, I know you like sweets but you really like meat too,
ãWell I am what I am, you know... Also, I was only able to eat meat consistently after I came here too.ã
ãWhat kind of life did you even have...ã
I couldnât help it. The meat back then was expensive. Like before payday comes, I only had pasta... Peperoncino is justice.After roaming around for a while and filling our stomachs, we decided to look for an inn.
Since this time we have some leeway with money, we searched for a mid-tier inn.
Getting a good and comfortable sleep really enriches your life, after all.
And the one that we found was a double roomâcomplete with breakfast and dinnerâthatâs worth gold coin. Itâs twice as expensive as the one before.
Entering inside, itâs really wide. The bed is probably a three-quarter size, I think? The fluffiness is also more than the previous one. Even the tables and furnishings donât look cheap.
ãDid we hit the jackpot again?ã
ãI think so. But this time, we might be getting more than our moneyâs worth.ã
After this, since we didnât have any plans, we left our things and went off to relax and take a bath.
ãI always think about it, but your skin is really pretty, Natsuki.ã
I know, right? But yours is pretty too, Ruti.ã
We talk while sitting beside each other in the bathtub. Both of us have silky smooth skin with no unwanted hair.
ãSay, can I touch your skin?ã
ã? Sure?ã
After saying so, Ruti began to touch and squish my arm. Then my belly and hips. Itâs a bit ticklish. And then my chest...Hm
ã...... Ruti?ã
ã...
, sorry.ã
She suddenly drew back her now caressing hand. âYou can touch your own if you want, you know?â I told her. She replied âWell, thatâs not what I wanted to do...â Curse you! So you feel like playing with the have-nots!ã... Well how about you, do you want to touch mine?ã
Honestly, Iâm curious about how the sensation of the endowed feels...
ãThen, just a little bit...ã
I gently touch it. Itâs an E-cup, I think?
... It annoyed me for some reason, so I accidentally put more strength on my hand.
ã...... Sorry.ãThe mood turned pretty weird. Feeling awkward, I pulled my hand back.
... Yeah.ã
In the end, still in an awkward mood, we silently returned to our room.
The next morning, probably since we had a good rest from the fatigue of the long trip, weâre not in an awkward mood anymore.
ãWell then, why donât we go to the Union today?ã
Though we do have some money left still, itâs not like we can just rest forever. We need to find work to keep on staying in this inn too.
And so we went to the Union and looked through their binders.
ã... Isnât the hunting request a little to few?ã
The hunting and extermination requests that were plentiful in Zanbul practically donât exist here. And the only ones available are, say, stray dog extermination for example. The stray dog requests donât even give good rewards and we canât possibly eat that too.
ãPerhaps itâs because weâre far from the forest, this place is quite peaceful. It might also be due to having a good circulation of meat and materials in the market.ã
Probably because thereâs a lot of shops in the capital, thereâs much more of them compared to Zanbul.
ãItâs really different depending on the place.ã
ãItâs that kind of setting that makes it interesting.
ãFor restaurants,
Itâs the âCurrently Hiring Hall Staff!â thing in my old world. So there really are things like these here as well.
, this one pays especially well.ã
Saying so, Ruti shows me a cafeâs hall staff application. Even compared to other restaurant-type requests, it pays really well.
ãThereâs nothing wrong with the time too, so this should be nice. Then letâs try this out.ã
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One significant difference compared to the daycare center was that, while the daycare center had staff specialized in supervision taking care of us, at the kindergarten, teachers specialized in active engagement took charge of us.
Looking back, the period from the age of four to six spent in kindergarten seemed to have a considerably more educational learning plan compared to life in the daycare center.
The daycare center was a facility with abundant toys and picture books for children, and there were daily routines such as walks and naps. In contrast, the kindergarten focused on education, and its design resembled an extension of the educational plan in elementary school through play.
For instance, even my favorite activity, reading, involved more than just finishing a book. I was always asked about the impressions and feelings I had through the book. Initially, inquiries were made, perhaps to grasp the understanding of the content, like âWhat was the story about?â As time passed from enrollment, these inquiries evolved into more complex questions.
Not being particularly adept at expressing impressions, I shifted my reading preferences towards specialized books. However, the attitude of the kindergarten teacher remained unchanged. They assumed I understood and directed questions toward me. With the awareness that a considerable amount of time had passed since my past lifeâwhen I was Glass, I presented several simple hypotheses to the teacher. This was in an effort to adapt my alchemical knowledge to the present.
Each time, the teacher showed interest, lending an ear to my hypotheses and investing time in their verification. Alfeâs interest was naturally drawn towards alchemy, influenced by my pursuits.
Although one had to be cautious not to overdo it, as it could lead to execution by the goddess, the process of updating knowledge about alchemy was undeniably fascinating.
Upon turning six, due to the consistent education touted from early childhood, Alfe and I were subjected to a class placement test.
The test included three components: a book report where we had to choose a favorite book from the assigned reading and provide our impressions, a basic arithmetic test, and a test involving levitating the floating stone that had served as the catalyst for our entry into the affiliated kindergarten.
While the content of the test seemed far more childish compared to what I was working on with the teacher, suspecting it to be some kind of trick, I carefully formulated hypotheses, presenting the results of previous verifications as data,
Perhaps due to the characteristics of a childâs brain or the ample space in the memory storage, it was extremely convenient that the previous data came to mind as precise numerical values in an instant. It was an ability not present in Glassâ time, but even Alfe often demonstrated memorization and was frequently praised by the teacher, so it seemed to be a common thing for children of this age.
Thinking about these things while annotating charts, I felt a presence behind me, and it seemed like Alfe, who should have been in the seat behind, had moved to the one beside me.
âLeafa! Leafa, hey!â
I didnât realize when Alfe had moved, but now, she was sitting beside me, smiling proudly.
âI finished it.â
Although there was no time limit, it seemed that Alfe had already submitted the test. I hadnât noticed as I was deeply focused, but it turned out she had been praised by the teacher.
âThatâs great.â
If Alfe had managed to solve it, perhaps I was overthinking it. Chuckling at my uncharacteristic immersion, I also put down my pen.
âLeafa, was it a bit challenging for you?â asked the test supervisor, misinterpreting the time I took as a sign of incomplete work, and spoke up kindly.
âNo, it was interesting.â
Consciously wearing a childlike expression, I smiled while submitting my answer sheet, mirroring Alfe. The test supervisor, upon receiving the sheet, widened their eyes for a moment before their expression changed.
âWhat... No way...â
Muttering under their breath, the test supervisor left the classroom, cocking their head in disbelief.
âI wonder what happened to the supervisor?â
I feigned ignorance in response to Alfeâs curious question, but I had a rough idea.
While I had assumed we were normal based on our usual behavior in class, there was a possibility that I was making a big mistake.
âââ
The seasons cycled, and crimson flowers bloomed on the Dragon Trees.
Having graduated from the affiliated kindergarten, Alfe and I proudly entered St. Salaius Elementary School this spring.
While Alfe and I were already designated as special students upon entering the affiliated kindergarten, a pre-enrollment class placement test ranked us at the top, placing us in a class commonly known for having an elite group of students.
At St. Salaius Elementary School, magical talent seemed to be particularly emphasized. Alfe, who effortlessly manipulated the levitating stone during the test, lifting it to the height of the school roof, was even invited to give the student representative speech at the entrance ceremony.
Never would I have thought that Alfe, whoâs been my example as a ânormalâ baby, would excel so remarkably in magical abilities.
Perhaps due to the fact that our class only consisted of Alfe and me, coupled with the teacherâs enthusiastic approach, it seemed I had completely misjudged the concept of being ânormal.â
I should probably be a bit more reserved from now on.
â...Leafa. Leafa! Are you listening to me?â
âHuh? Oh... yeah.â
Alfe nudged my cheek as I was lost in thought.
âThe new student representative should be you, Leafa. Absolutely!â
Knowing that I hadnât been paying much attention, Alfe skipped the part of the conversation where I hadnât heard and presented the conclusion directly.
âWhy me? Wasnât it you who was asked?â
âI want you to be it Leafa, not me. Or, we can do it together!â
For the past week, Alfe had been consistently refusing the role of the student representative. Lately, it seemed she had realized that she couldnât refuse it outright, so now she was trying to involve me.
If Alfe declines, Iâve already heard from the teacher that the role would fall to me.
I want to keep a low profile, so I really want Alfe to take this on somehow.
âHey, Alfe. This is an honorable thing. Miss Judy was happy about it too, right?â
âMom was... well, yeah, but...â
Alfe looked down, muttering hesitantly.
âWhat else did she say?â
â...If I try hard, sheâll give me a reward.â
Reward seemed to be an effective motivator for children. Alfeâs change from âabsolutely donât want to do itâ to âwant to do it with Leafaâ was probably related to that.
If thatâs the case, there was no reason not to use it.
âI want to see you working hard. If you give it your best, Iâll also give you a reward.â
â...Really?â
Alfe asked, as if seeking confirmation. It seems like this approach might have an effect.
âOf course. If it helps you to try harder.â
âThen, um...â After a moment of hesitation, Alfe looked straight into my eyes and asked, âWill you listen to anything I say?â
âSure. I promise.â
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âWelner-sama... earlier, what did you just say?â
âIâm planning to attack Triot.â
I repeated my words. I crave some coffee or tea now, although I didnât know if coffee beans even exist in this world. Even if they did exist, I had only had instant or canned coffee in my previous life, so I did not know how to brew coffee with coffee beans...
âDonât be flustered. I said that Iâm going to attack Triot, not capture it,â I said while lightly raising my hand to stop Sir Behnkeâs words.
What I was planning to do was quite complicated, so of course, I planned to explain it to them. Hmm.... from where should I explain it...
âAs all of you know, although Triot wasnât as large as the Bain Kingdom, it used to be a proper country. Iâm just a viscount who became a governor. I donât have enough human resources, military power, and supplies to
, not to capture the country. Therefore, no one will be able to complain.â
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Hearing my words, Sir Gekke let out a bitter smile. As always, he was sharp.
almost immediately after you arrived in Anheim.â
One of the townâs influential people assaulted a refugee woman. The assaulter was killed on the spot, but his cronies were banished to Triot. Then, after some investigation, it turned out some of those cronies had also committed some other crimes, so I and my subordinates went to Triot to capture them for interrogation. On our way to capture them, we ended up clashing with the demon army...
âIn addition, I want to make it clear that our aim is to drag out the demon general and beat him to a pulp.â
âDemon general?â
Sir Eickstedt said that with a confused expression. Ah, right, he didnât know about the demon general. I should make some time to let him catch up with the situation later.
âBut the terrain has become a problem for that objective. Anheim was originally a town built to protect the border with Triot. A river runs on the south of Anheim.â
I took out a map and pointed to Anheim, which was located on the north side of the river.
âIf our opponents were humans, we could have created a base on our side of the river and attacked our enemy from that base. After all, it would be pretty hard for normal humans to cross this big river. The problem is, our opponents are demons, so creating a base on our side of the river will be useless.â
âUseless?â (Behnke)
I answered Sir Behnkeâs question. It seemed like Sir Behnke wasnât well-versed in war. Frenssen probably also wasnât familiar with an actual war, so I would explain my plan in detail.
Even if our army could somehow cross the river, we would be exhausted, making our chances of winning very slim. On the other hand, if demons were the ones that crossed the river, they would still have more than enough stamina to keep attacking us because of the difference in our physical abilities.
Even if the knights were miraculously able to cross the river and push back the demons, the demon general could just take a few elites with him and then retreat to hide in the Triot.
âIf the demon general escaped to the depth of Triot, our army would have no choice but to wait until the demon general attacked us again, since our army couldnât chase him to the depth of Triot. If that happened, we would be at a great disadvantage because demons could literally pop out anywhere.â
âThat is certainly true.â
Sir Holzdeppe responded to my explanation, while everyone else seemed to be in deep thought.
âThatâs why I want to lure the demon general and his army deep inside our side of the river. If possible, I want to lure them to the front of the northern townâs gate, so it will be easier for the reinforcement from the capital to surround the demon general.â
âI understand your explanation so far, but I still donât understand why we need to attack Triot?â
This time, it was Sir Eickstedt who asked me. Oh, Sir Eickstedt seemed to be motivated now.
âI have researched the demonsâ living habits before. Well, calling it
living habits
Even if we create a group of or so people, the demons would still attack us without fear, like what happened in Veritza Fortress. The hero, Mazell, seemed to be an exception to this rule, though.
âIn addition, it seems like demons donât leave a specific area. They seem to have a concept of âterritoryâ like animals. The exception to this rule is when they are led by a commander, like a demon general.â
Back when I played the game, the types of demons that the player had to fight could change drastically just by crossing a bridge. Back then, it was caused by the gameâs system. I used the word âterritoryâ here since I didnât know what else to call it.
If my hypothesis that demons were a substitute for natural disasters in this world was correct, then the demons that often appeared in a certain area were like a substitute for a small earthquake.
It was also possible that the reason why there were not many strong demons around the capital was that the founder of the Bain Kingdom purposely chose a place where there were only weak demons nearby to build the capital, just like how in my previous life people chose a place with a less natural disaster to build a city.
Come to think of it, even the places where the demon king and many powerful demons appeared were often in an area full of mountains. Even without the existence of the demon king, I also wouldnât want to live in a place filled with mazes like mountain roads.
Back to natural disasters... In my previous life, ancient people who had a polytheistic belief often attributed the natural disaster to God. In Japan, for example, there were Wind God and Thunder God who were both personifications of natural disasters. I didnât know how catfish became a personification of earthquakes, though.
The reason why I chose the word âterritoryâ to explain the demonsâ behavior was that this world didnât have a concept of ânatural disasterâ and because the religion of this world was monotheism, the people of this world also didnât have a concept of âpersonification of natural disasterâ.
In that sense, perhaps the âdemon kingâ and âdemon generalsâ were a personification of a large-scale natural disaster. Well, letâs put aside my hypothesis for now and focus on how to defeat Gezarius.
âIâm most afraid of demons attacking our territory with a small number repeatedly, just like what I plan to do to the demons.â
A few werewolves alone would be able to wipe out an entire village. If the demons repeatedly sent a small force to attack the Anheim region, the damage the region would suffer would be tremendous. Most likely, demons thought of us as an opponent that they could destroy anytime, which was why they hadnât done that.
However, the most terrifying thing that could happen was demons once again infiltrating the capital. To prevent this, I had given almost all the anti-demon medicine to the capital. There had been no news from the capital about demons once again having infiltrated, so I could only trust His Highness and the people around him to have protected the capital well.
âA leader has to protect his position. This will also apply to the demon general.â
âIt would be a slap on the demon generalâs face if his territory was repeatedly invaded by the weak and feeble humans, especially since, for the demons, strength is everything. Demon general will most likely be forced to make a move even if he doesnât want to.â
That was how I answered Sir Holzdeppeâs question. The impression of the Lizard Magician in Alea village speaking like he was looking down on me, a human, and even trying to strike a deal with me, albeit clumsily, was strong.
That was why I concluded I should be able to draw out the demon general with my plan.
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Thank you TEDsters for all your interviews! | {
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This species lives only in the Congo.
And they're not in too many zoos, because of their sexual behavior.
Their sexual behavior is too human-like for most of us to be comfortable with.
But -- actually, we have a lot to learn from them, because they're a very egalitarian society and they're a very empathetic society.
And sexual behavior is not confined to one aspect of their life that they sort of set aside.
It permeates their entire life.
And it's used for communication.
And it's used for conflict resolution.
And I think perhaps somewhere in our history we sort of, divided our lives up into lots of parts.
We divided our world up with lots of categories.
And so everything sort of has a place that it has to fit.
But I don't think that we were that way initially.
There are many people who think that the animal world is hard-wired and that there's something very, very special about man.
Maybe it's his ability to have causal thought.
Maybe it's something special in his brain that allows him to have language.
Maybe it's something special in his brain that allows him to make tools or to have mathematics.
Well, I don't know. There were Tasmanians who were discovered around the 1600s and they had no fire.
They had no stone tools.
To our knowledge they had no music.
So when you compare them to the Bonobo, the Bonobo is a little hairier.
He doesn't stand quite as upright.
But there are a lot of similarities.
And I think that as we look at culture, we kind of come to understand how we got to where we are.
And I don't really think it's in our biology; I think we've attributed it to our biology, but I don't really think it's there.
So what I want to do now is introduce you to a species called the Bonobo.
This is Kanzi.
He's a Bonobo.
Right now, he's in a forest in Georgia.
His mother originally came from a forest in Africa.
And she came to us when she was just at puberty, about six or seven years of age.
Now this shows a Bonobo on your right, and a chimpanzee on your left.
Clearly, the chimpanzee has a little bit harder time of walking.
The Bonobo, although shorter than us and their arms still longer, is more upright, just as we are.
This shows the Bonobo compared to an australopithecine like Lucy.
As you can see, there's not a lot of difference between the way a Bonobo walks and the way an early australopithecine would have walked.
As they turn toward us you'll see that the pelvic area of early australopithecines is a little flatter and doesn't have to rotate quite so much from side to side.
So the -- the bipedal gait is a little easier.
And now we see all four.
Video: Narrator: The wild Bonobo lives in central Africa, in the jungle encircled by the Congo River.
grow densely in the area.
It was a Japanese scientist who first undertook serious field studies of the Bonobo, almost three decades ago.
Bonobos are built slightly smaller than the chimpanzee.
Slim-bodied, Bonobos are by nature very gentle creatures.
Long and careful studies have reported many new findings on them.
One discovery was that wild Bonobos often walk bidpedally.
What's more, they are able to walk upright for long distances.
Susan Savage-Rumbaugh : Let's go say hello to Austin first and then go to the A frame.
SS: This is Kanzi and I, in the forest.
None of the things you will see in this particular video are trained.
None of them are tricks.
They all happened to be captured on film spontaneously, by NHK of Japan.
We have eight Bonobos.
Video: Look at all this stuff that's here for our campfire.
SS: An entire family at our research centre.
Video: You going to help get some sticks?
Good.
We need more sticks, too.
I have a lighter in my pocket if you need one.
That's a wasps' nest.
You can get it out.
I hope I have a lighter.
You can use the lighter to start the fire.
SS: So Kanzi is very interested in fire.
He doesn't do it yet without a lighter, but I think if he saw someone do it, he might be able to do -- make a fire without a lighter.
He's learning about how to keep a fire going.
He's learning the uses for a fire, just by watching what we do with fire.
This is a smile on the face of a Bonobo.
These are happy vocalizations.
Video: You're happy.
You're very happy about this part.
You've got to put some water on the fire. You see the water?
Good job.
SS: Forgot to zip up the back half of his backpack.
But he likes to carry things from place to place.
Video: Austin, I hear you saying "Austin."
SS: He talks to other Bonobos at the lab, long-distance, farther than we can hear.
This is his sister.
This is her first time to try to drive a golf cart.
Video: Goodbye.
SS: She's got the pedals down, but not the wheel.
She switches from reverse to forward and she holds onto the wheel, rather than turns it.
Like us, she knows that that individual in the mirror is her.
Video: Narrator: By raising Bonobos in a culture that is both Bonobo and human, and documenting their development across two decades, scientists are exploring how cultural forces may have operated during human evolution.
His name is Nyota.
It means "star" in Swahili.
Panbanisha is trying to give Nyota a haircut with a pair of scissors.
In the wild, the parent Bonobo is known to groom its offspring.
Here Panbanisha uses scissors, instead of her hands, to groom Nyota.
Very impressive.
Subtle maneuvering of the hands is required to perform delicate tasks like this.
Nyota tries to imitate Panbanisha by using the scissors himself.
Realizing that Nyota might get hurt, Panbanisha, like any human mother, carefully tugs to get the scissors back.
He can now cut through tough animal hide.
SS: Kanzi's learned to make stone tools.
Video: Kanzi now makes his tools, just as our ancestors may have made them, two-and-a-half million years ago -- by holding the rocks in both hands, to strike one against the other.
He has learned that by using both hands and aiming his glancing blows, he can make much larger, sharper flakes.
Kanzi chooses a flake he thinks is sharp enough.
The tough hide is difficult to cut, even with a knife.
The rock that Kanzi is using is extremely hard and ideal for stone tool making, but difficult to handle, requiring great skill.
Kanzi's rock is from Gona, Ethiopia and is identical to that used by our African ancestors two-and-a-half million years ago.
These are the rocks Kanzi used and these are the flakes he made.
The flat sharp edges are like knife blades.
Compare them to the tools our ancestors used; they bear a striking resemblance to Kanzi's.
Panbanisha is longing to go for a walk in the woods.
She keeps staring out the window.
SS: This is -- let me show you something we didn't think they would do.
Video: For several days now, Panbanisha has not been outside.
SS: I normally talk about language.
Video: Then Panbanisha does something unexpected.
SS: But since I'm advised not to do what I normally do, I haven't told you that these apes have language.
It's a geometric language.
Video: She takes a piece of chalk and begins writing something on the floor.
What is she writing?
SS: She's also saying the name of that, with her voice.
Video: Now she comes up to Dr. Sue and starts writing again.
SS: These are her symbols on her keyboard.
They speak when she touches them.
Video: Panbanisha is communicating to Dr. Sue where she wants to go.
"A frame" represents a hut in the woods.
Compare the chalk writing with the lexigram on the keyboard.
Panbanisha began writing the lexigrams on the forest floor.
SS : Very nice. Beautiful, Panbanisha.
SS: At first we didn't really realize what she was doing, until we stood back and looked at it and rotated it.
Video: This lexigram also refers to a place in the woods.
The curved line is very similar to the lexigram.
The next symbol Panbanisha writes represents "collar."
It indicates the collar that Panbanisha must wear when she goes out.
SS: That's an institutional requirement.
Video: This symbol is not as clear as the others, but one can see Panbanisha is trying to produce a curved line and several straight lines.
Researchers began to record what Panbanisha said, by writing lexigrams on the floor with chalk.
Panbanisha watched.
Soon she began to write as well.
The Bonobo's abilities have stunned scientists around the world.
How did they develop?
SS : We found that the most important thing for permitting Bonobos to acquire language is not to teach them.
It's simply to use language around them, because the driving force in language acquisition is to understand what others, that are important to you, are saying to you.
Once you have that capacity, the ability to produce language comes rather naturally and rather freely.
So we want to create an environment in which Bonobos, like all of the individuals with whom they are interacting -- we want to create an environment in which they have fun, are meaningful individuals for them.
Narrator: This environment brings out unexpected potential in Kanzi and Panbanisha.
Panbanisha is enjoying playing her harmonica, until Nyota, now one year old, steals it.
Then he peers eagerly into his mother's mouth.
Is he looking for where the sound came from?
Dr. Sue thinks it's important to allow such curiosity to flourish.
This time Panbanisha is playing the electric piano.
She wasn't forced to learn the piano; she saw a researcher play the instrument and took an interest.
Researcher: Go ahead. Go ahead. I'm listening.
Do that real fast part that you did. Yeah, that part.
Narrator: Kanzi plays the xylophone; using both hands he enthusiastically accompanies Dr. Sue's singing.
Kanzi and Panbanisha are stimulated by this fun-filled environment, which promotes the emergence of these cultural capabilities.
Researcher: OK, now get the monsters. Get them.
Take the cherries too.
Now watch out, stay away from them now.
Now you can chase them again. Time to chase them.
Now you have to stay away. Get away.
Run away. Run.
Now we can chase them again. Go get them.
Oh no!
Good Kanzi. Very good. Thank you so much.
Narrator: None of us, Bonobo or human, can possibly even imagine?
SS: So we have a bi-species environment, we call it a "panhomoculture."
We're learning how to become like them.
We're learning how to communicate with them, in really high-pitched tones.
We're learning that they probably have a language in the wild.
And they're learning to become like us.
Because we believe that it's not biology; it's culture.
So we're sharing tools and technology and language with another species.
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çµãã | Legendary Great War.
The people naturally called the battle like that, a month had passed since that decisive battle where the fate of the world was staked.
After that decisive battle, the gates that were set up at every place were opened once more and the voices of a lot of people that celebrated their reunion and victory filled the prairie in front of the capital.
A few days after that, although there was some chaos due to the healing of the wounded, the confirmation and burial of the deceased, and the annihilation of the capital which caused the people to lose their place, due to the hard work of every representative that worked together for a common cause, the post-treatment of the war was carried out relatively smoothly.
Due to the collapsed God Mountain, the Hairihi kingdom capital was also destroyed by getting swallowed into it, the non-combatant that was unable to participate in the legendary great warââespecially the craftsmen were wholly mobilized for the reconstruction, in addition the merchants and the common citizens also gave their maximum support and the work which caused the progress to move rapidly. On top of using magic, there was also the good will and proactiveness of the people all over the world which crossed over race or country to reconstruct the capital, it was to the degree that they calculated the capital might be able to recover its former appearance within half a year.
At the prairie where fierce ravages of the battle remained, using the wreckage of the fortress a lot of temporary residences were established that were mainly used for the people that engaged in the reconstruction to lodge at. There, kitchen and inn, general store and the likes were created one after another, to the degree that it might possibly turn into a part of the capital by linking it with the cityâs expansion. Surely, the city would become even livelier even compared to when it had the God Mountain behind it.
The temporary establishment of the holy church was also created in that temporary housing town.
At that battle, the story was that the enemy was an evil god that pretended to be the god Ehitorujue, so the people still had their heart supported by the holy church which worshiped Ehito as a god. Although the God Mountain and the holy churchâs headquarter had disappeared, but suddenly taking away that support would only make the people uneasy.
Having said that, for the people who knew the truth, they felt more than a little reluctance for the holy church to keep using the name Ehitorujue exactly as it was until now.
There with the speech of the âGoddess of Harvestâ Aiko, this kind of story was dispatched to the world.
It said, that the true name of god Ehito was Ehicliberei, for a long time the mad godââEhitorujue had stolen this true name.
It said, that the ârebelsâ or rather the âliberatorsâ who knew about the danger to the world from Ehito once challenged the mad god in order to regain the pure faith, but because of the mad godâs foul play, they were unable to defeat him.
It said, that in order to grant their own power to people who could possibly defeat Ehito, the liberators slept at the bottom of the great labyrinths. And then, the chosen people who were summoned from another world by god were awarded this power. Aiko was the spokesman of these people, while the person who received the most power was the âGoddessâs Swordâ.
It said, like that Hajime and others splendidly defeated the mad god Ehitorujue that was hiding in Holy Precincts. However, due to the last resistance of the mad god Ehitorujue, it caused a collapse in order to take along the world to accompany him in his death. In response to that, the last liberatorââMiledy Raisen who made her soul to possess a golem and had watched over the people all this time, she exchanged her soul for the worldâs salvation.
A complete lie, it was not. The story matched the gist of the truth. By the way, the name Ehicliberei was a coined word with the meaning of âseven liberatorsâ put into it. It was the consideration for them that they would surely felt unpleasant to have the story of them cooperating with Ehitorujue to be taught to the future generations. If it was asked whose consideration it was, then it must be the one who thought of this story which was not a lie but also not the truth which was complicated in various meaning, a certain white haired eye-patched man somewhere.
Due to this speech of Aiko, the historians who were excited to leave this timeâs legendary great battleâs record in writing at once raised the name of Miledy and others to the front stage of history once more as the seven great wise men who saved the world.
Regarding the new top brass of the church, it was composed of the priests of the remote region. The people who participated in the choir squad at that battlefield and managed to survive became the core of this new top brass. Most of them were people who clashed with the central church and then got exiled to the remote region, so their thought and ideology were also exceedingly sensible, many of them were a man of character so it was thought that there wouldnât be any particular problem.
Regarding Raisen Great Labyrinth that was left behind by Miledy, Hajime created a living golem as the replacement of Miledy Raisen and stationed it there. It was equipped with gatling cannon, missile pod, and even pile bunker, so the difficulty level might be jumped up there.
Hajime didnât particularly do anything to the other great labyrinths. Perhaps it had no more meaning, but his stance was that if anyone searched for power and wanted to challenge it then just challenged it.
Regarding Hajimeâs quality artifacts that were lavishly used at the legendary great war, after Hajime awoke from fainting, he destroyed all of them. Gahard and some other people yelled âStooopâ!â while clinging to him, but Hajime turned everything into garbage right in front of their eyes. Hajime created an artifact to gather all artifacts that had his stamp, so there wouldnât any that got overlooked.
Of course, the artifacts that Kam and others of Hauria possessed were left alone in their possession, though Haijme applied various work on those first.
It was irritating for Hajime when Gahardâs resentful eyes, or rather the eyes that looked like a child whose important toys were taken away were staring fixedly at him, so while he was at it Hajime gifted him with a small version Fernier. And at the next day, for some reason Hajime became the best friend of his majesty the emperor. It seemed that Gahard was really pleased with Fernier.
In preparation of the worst case that Gahard used Fernier to invade another country, Hajime made Liliana and Karm carry the remote switch for the self-exploding artifact. If Gahard knew of this...just what kind of face he would make. Hajime was really curious about it but with an effort, he endured to not ask.
Regarding the relationship between demi-human and human race, not only the people from the empire, the other humans were also in the process of changing their feeling toward the demi-human with whom they had fought together with through the legendary great war. As expected the fact that they had entrusted their lives to each other was enough to repaint their discriminatory view.
Of course, if it was asked if the two side could immediately join shoulders together, it wouldnât be that easy, but even so, none was holding animosity to the degree where they could act hatefully with recklessness. There was also how they had witnessed the gallant effort of the dragon race, and above all else, there was the fact that a rabbit-eared girl and a dragon woman were among the comrades of the savior hero who stormed into the Holy Precincts.
The demi-human werenât called as the abandoned race that didnât possess godâs blessing anymore. Rather, it was obvious that the two demi-human would leave their page in history as a great person that stood side by side with the hero. No word of contempt could possibly be directed to such people.
Due to such reason, the social status of demi-human was beginning to be reevaluated rapidly among the human without anyone even needed to do particularly anything. As one part of that process, the holy church wouldnât call them as âdemi-human raceâ anymore, from now on they would formally name them as âbeastman raceâ, the official notice for that had been created.
Because of that too, the âNecklace of Pledgeâ that had been attached on the royalty of the empire had also been dismantled. After reaching this stage with great pain where it might be possible for an amicable coexistence, to keep holding the life of the empire royalty would only break the âequal relationshipâ, causing a halt at the compromise between the two side.
Although, just because of that didnât mean that there was no more guarantee from the empire side to stop the persecution to the demi-human and making them a slave.
âMeteor and sunlight laser, or fully equipped Hauria, which one is better?â
At the occasion where the âNecklace of Pledgeâ was dismantled, Gahard asked âDo you believe that the empire wonât move for revenge?â with a fearless grin, and the sentence that Hajime gave back to him was that. It went without saying that after that all the close aides of Gahard swiftly demanded for a handshake of friendship. The empire was based on strength supremacy doctrine...
Now then, talking about equality between races there was the matter of the devil race.
They were invited into Holy Precincts and made to sleep at the lower strata domain, but for some reason they escaped the collapse of Holy Precincts and got thrown out at the wasteland at the outskirt of the devil race capital which was far away from the battlefield, after that they were discovered there still continuing to fast asleep.
Even at the present a month after the battle, that situation still hadnât changed. Most likely they could be awoken immediately if regeneration magic was used on them, but right now everyone was busy with the post-battle treatment and rebuilding, there was really no leeway to wake up the existences that could possibly become a seed of conflict, so now they were sealed at a corner of the devil capital under strict monitoring. The seal was using Hajimeâs artifact.
By the way, regarding the devil race people who were deeply carved with the terror of Hajime at the devil king castle, Hajime only said a word of âtroublesomeâ and put them to sleep too. It would be troubling if they said something like âWe are going to save our brethren!â and rampaged, so Hajime quickly took measures.
Although, for them who had been planted with a lot of terror by Hajime, and furthermore, after they knew that Hajime had even accomplished the destruction of God Mountain and godslaying, it was really unthinkable that they would do anything stupid.
Now then, Hajime and others had busily moved around doing things like the kingdom capital reconstruction, the artifactsâ withdrawal, driving in the wedge to the empire, fabricating history, restoring the honor of the liberators, and various other things, but that didnât mean that they were lending their hand in this and that of this world because of mere whim or sophistication.
Naturally their first objective was to return home to the birthplace earthââJapan.
During this one month, they continued to stay in this world and moved around was also doubling as killing time, and that was merely because they couldnât go home. Having said that, it didnât mean that they didnât have the method to go home or anything, and it wasnât also because they were unable to create the concept magic.
The reason was simple. There was no material to create the âCompass of Guidanceâ and âCrystal Keyâ.
Concept magic was powerful. Even though Hajime was able to enchant mineral, but using average material would cause the item to explode when activated because it wouldnât be able to endure the effect. Before the difficult undertaking that was crossing the world, they didnât want to take any risky venture like âIt should be usable if used only for one time!â
Besides, even though they were taking along Myuu and Remia together, but as expected Hajime wanted to prepare a return path home to this world for them, regarding Shia and Tio too, Karm and Adol and many other people were remaining in this world, Hajime thought that they would want to go home here sometimes to meet with their family.
And so, an artifact that would break after just one-time use would be troubling for that.
Having said that, speaking about a mineral that could endure concept magic and also had high affinity with magic, Hajime couldnât think of anything else but the god crystal. But, they had finished confirming that there was no god crystal anymore at the abyss. Now that they didnât have the compass, it wasnât realistic to search for god crystal around the world when there was not even any guarantee that it existed.
And the idea that Hajime got when thinking of that, was that if it didnât exist then he just needed to create it.
God crystal was the crystallization of magic power where magic power accidentally piled up for a long time of a thousand years. It was the solidification of the magic power of nature that was so vast it was absurd. The process was like water drops that bore a hole on a rock.
But, Hajime had no interest at all in staring at water drops boring a hole into a rock. Therefore, he just needed to twist such theory with foul play.
And then what he did based on that was creating an artifact that converged natural magic element in high speed using gravity magic which was a magic that interfered with the power of star, and then he used space magic which was a magic that interfered with boundary to pump the gathered natural magic element into artifact(pool of human population magic power).
Added with that, with Hajime who was a possessor of inhuman magic power as the first in the list, the otherworlder cheat group pumped in their magic power every day into the artifact.
As the result, after a month passed, they succeeded in creating a god crystal with diameter around fifteen centimeters. It only had around half the size of the god crystal that Hajime first discovered and it also didnât produce âGod Waterâ, but it was still an amazing material that could endure concept magic satisfactorily.
And then, finally, today Hajime started making âCompass of Guidanceâ and âCrystal Keyâ.
The place was the fountain plaza at the outskirt of Fea Belgen. It was that place where Shiaâs feeling came to a realization. Hajime and others, in this one month they were using this Fea Belgen which was the easiest place to spend time in as their base, so Aiko and the classmates were also staying here. They were human, but the beastmen were in great joy with the hero partyâs stay there.
At the plaza, Shia and Tio, Kaori and Shizuku, and then Myuu and Remia were there. Other than them all the classmates had also gathered to look at the moment when the artifact for going home was completed. In addition, Liliana, Karm, and everyone else from Hauria clan and others were also there.
âYosh, letâs do this Yue.â
Hajime and Yue were facing each other at the center of the plaza. Yueâs appearance now was her original girl figure. Sometimes she also turned into adult mode depending on her mood of the day, but this girl mode was used a lot because it was convenient for sitting on Hajimeâs lap or getting hugged.
Hajime too now had his new artificial arm and eye back, the vampirization from Yue was also undone. Until they returned to earth, Hajime planned to get his hair turned black and coated his artificial arm with skin and so forth, as much as possible he wanted to return to his original appearance.
The excessively lovely Yue whose body was wrapped with chic goth loli outfit and Hajime were closing their eyes in concentration with the god crystal between them.
The classmates who were watching over them at the surrounding gulped.
In such atmosphere, the ceremony of concept creation finally began.
Inside the forest of Fea Bergen, golden and crimson magic power calmly began to twist up. From the beginning the magic power of two colors was spiraling while mixing with each other, it looked as though the two color was getting intimate with each other.
Before long the leaves of the trees were blown and scattered around while a torrent of magic power was climbing to the sky, a clear will began to reside in it. Regardless that it was unseen by eye, everyone who was there felt it, an overwhelming will that made the skin to have goosebump.
At the same time, the god crystal began to shine. The stormy torrent of magic power was focused and absorbed into the god crystal with amazing force.
Calmly, yet sonorously Hajime spoke the power of words.
ââââTransmute'â
Immediately the god crystal split into two. The ores other than god crystal that had been prepared beforehand instantly mixed and they were forming shape.
Unnoticed the stormy magic power was shining like a star between Hajime and Yue, the forest of Fea Bergen and the surrounding people were illuminated, their heart was charmed by the spectacle.
That radiance was also getting smaller bit by bit. âHouâ Here and there a sigh of admiration was leaked. It was unclear whether the cause of that was because of the artifactâs creation, or else if it was because Hajime and Yue who created this miraculous spectacle while snuggling close to each other.
And then, the light finally settled down, Yue and Hajime quietly opened their eyes. Ahead of their gaze was a compass and crystal key that were sparkling bright.
â...Hajime. Test it.â
Yue said that while separating their hand gently. Obeying that, Hajime tried activating the compass. There was no problem, it seized the location of earth intuitively. And then the crystal key was also operating on space properly.
âO, oi, Nagumo. How is it? Everything fine?â
Endo Kousuke asked timidly after becoming unable to endure the tension. By the way, Kousuke who had received an amazing nickname from Hauria clan, and got a lover from the same rabbit clan (in this one month he had worked very hard. Especially he paid a lot of compensation with his shame while mass producing dark history of his life), now he had a lot of common point with Haijme, the two of them were unexpectedly getting along and in this one month they were building a relatively familiar relationship.
Looking at Hajime who reacted to Kousukeâs call, several of the classmates gulped loudly.
Hajime ran his gaze around the classmates whose expression was stiffening from nervousness.
And then, he grinned widely and wordlessly gave a thumb up. The meaning of that was obvious.
âHurraay!!â
âUOOOOOOO, we can go home! We seriously can go home!!â
âNagumoo, no, you are Nagumo-sama already! Really thank you!â
âFueeeeeeeen, Iâm really glaaadd. Nagumo-kuuun, Yue-saaan, thank you!â
âHajime-samaaa, please make me your slaveeeeee!â
âYue-san, make me your peeet!â
Joyful cheers exploded, words of thanks rose one after another. It felt like there were some dangerous words mixed in, but it would be troubling if perverts came out even from among the classmates so Hajime beautifully ignored it. But, the guy who made a strange request to Yue would be strangled later, while making that vow, Hajime sat down with a thud from fatigue.
Yue also sat on his lap in a tired state. He circled his arms around her slender waist to support her and then she snuggled in real close.
cute footsteps resounded.
âPapaaa!â
âMyuuâ
Hajime skillfully caught Myuuâs small body that jumped energetically and placed her on the knee opposite of Yue with his support. As expected, Myuu was also snuggling in real close on him.
âHajime-san! Me tooooâ
like a rabbit. The place that she embraced was Hajimeâs right shoulder. His hand that was supporting Yue temporarily let go and patted Shiaâs rabbit ear. Shia happily snuggled close to him.
âHajime-kun, you did it.â
The one who was saying that while quietly snuggling close was Kaori. And it wasnât with an apostle body. Now she was in her original body. Thinking of the difference of lifespan between her and Hajime and others, it would be better if she stayed inside apostle body. Kaori herself thought that, but Yue who had comprehended the secret technique of apostle creation during the time she was possessed by Ehito said that it was possible someday to turn Kaoriâs body into apostle and surpassed the limit of her lifespan, so in the end Kaori returned to her original body. In actuality, she was already able to change into apostle mode temporarily, where in that state she was able to use silver wings and disintegration ability and also handled twin swords art.
That Kaori clung tightly on Hajimeâs left shoulder. When she got her head patted, as expected she then snuggled close to him.
âGoshujin-samaâs world is surely fun isnât it?â
âSurely you will be shocked by it there.â
Tio and Shizuku arrived. There was only the back that was left open. The gaze of the two crossed. A spark scattered between them. When they were about to aim at the last clinging position...
âMy my, a good place is left open here. Ufufu. Dear, please excuse me.â
Remia who smoothly cut in clung tightly to Hajimeâs back. â âAa-â â Tio and Shizukuâs voice was raised. As expected from a widow. She couldnât be made light of.
âShia-san, haa haa, letâs get along well with me?â
âGee, Altina-!â
Unnoticed Altina appeared behind Shia with her breathing getting rough âhaa haaâ. She was walking unsteadily like a zombie while approaching Shiaâs back to cling there.
Shia whose rabbit ears stood tall with shudders running through them separated from Hajime to repel back Altina.
To take advantage of that opening, two more female approached with a jog...
â...Aiko-san? What could you possibly be planning to do?â
âLiliana-san yourself, what business do you have with him?â
Here too sparks were sparking off.
Hajimeâs surrounding became noisy suddenly, even the classmates who cheered joyfully with each other began to notice the commotion.
Amidst all that, Yue sighed âfuuâ toward the female camp who was noisily quarreling for Hajime. Hajime tilted his head asking âWhatâs wrong?â with his gaze, immediately after that Yueâs atmosphere changed from sweet to bewitching.
And then, Yueâs body shined flashily, and at the next moment, the adult version Yue appeared. Right after that, the adult version Yue easily tore off Kaori and Remia from Hajime, because of the sudden growth the length of the clothes became comparatively short, and with that amazingly risqué and seductive clothing, she hugged Hajimeâs head onto her breast and Hajimeâs head was buried
The quarreling female camp raised âAhâ voice while Hajime leaked out a muffled voice âunmu-â. Myuu was still supported in one of Hajimeâs arms.
â...By the legal wifeâs authority, the noisy child will be prohibited.â
Gushing out sex appeal. The devilish beauty that would charm anyone without distinction of sex. The words of the adult mode Yue that was the personification of bewitching made everyoneâs breath taken away. The female camp immediately tried to object, but when they were forestalled by the sidelong glance Yue sent them, immediately their cheeks reddened and their words âuuâ got caught inside their throat. Even Yueâs self-acknowledged rival Kaori was like that. Speaking clearly there was no one that could go against Yue.
By the way, if it was asked what was the prohibition was referring to, it was referring at the permission to enter Hajimeâs bedroom. In this one month, Hajime and Yue, and then Shia too had passed through several sleepless nights, but that was something that didnât happen every day.
And then, even at night where Yue and Shia were not there, there were still women that warmed Hajimeâs bed. It went without saying just who those women were. And it also went without saying just who was the one that was holding the baton of command. It could be easily guessed from the words âlegal wife authorityâ.
â...Nn. As punishment, I will monopolize today.â
âWai-, Yue, umu-!?â
Hajime who became gutless from getting buried in the twin hills, was raised up by Yue and at the same time he received a hot, and not just normal hot but a scalding hoooot kiss from Yue.
The female camp suddenly became noisy. And then, the classmates were also became overdosed with sweetness and got flustered (including a part of the female students who became excited in a dangerous sense).
Kaori and others raised a voice of protest and pleading toward Hajime and Yue whose lips separated with rough gasping.
âTha, thatâs not fair, Yue! I too with Hajime-kun...â (Kaori)
âE, err, me too...with Hajime...â (Shizuku)
âHajime-san...please...â (Liliana)
In addition, Shia who had just finished burying Altina to the ground with a backdrop was wordlessly sending Hajime a moist gaze. Myuu was tilting her head because she was not really understanding what was going on.
There, Yue opened her mouth while smiling softly.
â...Hajime. With whom you will do it?â
If Hajime was mischievously asked that by Yue, then his answer could only be one.
âYue is the only option.â
âKufuh...then, Iâll be kidnapping him.â
Saying that, Myuu was then enveloped gently by the wind and handed over to Remia, then Yueâs figure vanished with a whoosh while still embracing Hajime. It was the magic âHeaven Existenceâ that Yue ripped off from Ehitorujue. In truth when Yue kissed Hajime she recovered by taking Hajimeâs blood.
The plaza of Fea Bergen was once more filled with the protesting voices âAaaââ!!â of the female camp that was in love with Hajime.
â...God damnit. Iâm so deathly jealous.â
âYeah. Me too, I want to get kidnapped by that kind of beautyyyâ
âBut, this me who is feeling that if itâs Nagumo then it canât be helped, it feels like I already lost something.â
Tamai Atsushi looked up to the sky and whispered, while Aikawa Noboru was earnestly in agreement, Nimura Akito shrugged and exposed an expression that couldnât say anything.
âAa, I totally understand you. It feels like I cannot make any word.â
ââWell, itâs Nagumo after allâ, this sentence is the recent popular phrase huh...â
Nomura Kentaro and Nagayama Juugo that heard the conversation of Tamai and others were smiling wryly while nodding. To that Nakano Shinji and Saito Yoshiki also made a dry smile that similarly couldnât say anything.
âHaa haa, I want to be stepped on by Yue-san. I want to get ground down hard while getting scorned by those eyes...â
âYou are going to the hospital right away after we go home okay? Have them look at your head.â
Amidst a part of the boys that were turning perverted, the other boys were smiling wryly while feeling envious and understanding, while also feeling complicated because they could be that understanding.
Nearby those boys, Miyazaki Nana was similarly leaking out a voice was filled with envy.
âHow enviouuusssâ
Sonobe Yuuka who tilted her head asked back âWhich one that you mean?â
âRather than which one, I think Iâm more envious of that kind of relationship itself.â
âI really get what you mean. Certainly thatâs envious isnât it?â
Sugawara Taeko was making a girly expression while leaking out an admiring sigh âhouâ. Yuuka smiled wryly toward her two best friends that didnât even hide their longing while staring at the demon king harem members who were rushing into the forest to chase after the vanishing Yue and Hajime before she opened her mouth.
âHow should I put it, Kaori-chan and Shizuku who stepped into that relationship, and then Ai-chan who got over various things, they are amazing.â
â...Whatâs with you all, getting like this. Crap, Nagumo-kun is seriously demon king-sama.â
âHaa haa, Hajime-samaaa, please make me your slave...â
âLetâs go to the hospital together when we go home. You need to get your head looked at.â
The conversations of the girl classmates came into hearing too, they expressed their feeling that envied Hajime and Yueâs relationship, while also giving their praise at Kaori and others who entered the harem. At the same time, their cheeks reddened from knowing that the harem already did it. Actually, quite a number of them harbored the feeling that if Hajime asked for them then they would respond to him. But Hajime wasnât asking for them, so those feelings didnât come into realization though.
âSuzu is not going after them?â
âNo no, Iâm not going. Just what are you saying so suddenly, Ryutaro-kun?â
Suzu was staring at the progression of the commotion while cackling, to such Suzu, Ryutaro who was at her side asked her that for some reason, to which Suzu tilted her head as though to say âJust what is this person talking about?â
â...No, if you ainât going then thatâs fine. See, your inside is a perverted old man yeah, so I thought that somehow you would get carried away saying âme tooâ and charged into there or something.â
â...Oi, are you calling me a pervert without integrity, you *******. I wonder, do I actually need to have a talk with Ryutaro-kun regarding your impression of me?â
âNo, because, you see, fundamentally you are a pervert after all...â
âOkay, you are asking for a fight right? You want to fight arenât you? Iâll let you eat to your heartâs content you know, this evolved Barrier Burst of mine.â
Ryutaro scratched his cheek lightly while speaking his honest opinion, hearing that a vein appeared on Suzuâs forehead while her hand reached toward her restored iron fan. Looking at that, Kouki rushed in panic to stop her.
âSu, Suzu. Calm down-. Ryutaro doesnât mean anything bad with what he said, ratherâââ
âKouki-kun shut up. This muscle brain who had forgotten the concept of delicacy inside her motherâs stomach, he had to get talked strictly with at least once!â
Suzu cut off Koukiâs words and howled fiercely. However, if Suzu talked about him until that far, then it would make Ryutaro wanted to at least object.
âOy you! I donât want to be told that I get no delicacy or whatever by the girl who wanted to go peeking at the bedroom of Nagumo and others at the middle of the night! You yourself, you actually had thrown away this thing called a womanâs shame at the roadside around there ainât you?â
âTha, thatâs, because! I just got bothered! This is the love affair of one-sama and others you know!? It will be a loss of your life if we donât burn that scene into our eyes at least once you know!?â
âWho give a damn! Besides, if you want to see it that much then you can just go alone. Think about my feeling who got woken up at night and got taken along to peep!â
âThat was my kindness to the no good Ryutaro-kun! Understand that!â
âDonât bullshit! Something like getting invited by a girl of the same age, to peek at the ero scene of the classmates, there is a limit even to being awkward! Or rather I donât get what you mean!â
. The surrounding sent lukewarm gaze at the two who recently caused this kind of spectacle relatively often. And then, the gazes toward Kouki who was completely flustered around the two was also lukewarm.
The shining charisma when they were first summoned here was already gone, in this one month, Kouki had earnestly lowered his head to everyone and his former impressive presence was thoroughly disappearing. The gaze of the surrounding to him was still cold, filled with wariness and suspicion. Kouki who had resolved himself was merely accepting those emotions silently.
His expression was constantly hard, smeared with guilt and regret. The classmates who knew the former Kouki who always helped people without distinction, although at first they held suspicion at Kouki who betrayed them, but seeing Shizuku and others who had staked their lives to take him back, and their own feeling who simply didnât want to lose anymore classmate, and then looking at Kouki who felt more regretful than anyone else, working hard trying to change himself, caused the classmates to try to accept him for the moment.
Kouki who lost his former smile, but at the side of Ryutaro and others, he was showing a slightly soft expression even while looking flustered, seeing that expression made the classmates feel a bit relieved. Because even though they had lost a lot of things, but somehow, the important thing from before they were summoned was coming back for a little bit, they felt such feeling from that expression.
With the commotion of Ryutaro and Suzu as the center, coupled with the confirmation that they could go home, the classmates also started making a ruckus with a bright expression.
The smiles of them who knew firsthand that in life, there were times where they had to fight with their life on the line...were really powerful.
Now then, if it was asked where were Hajime and Yue who teleported went....currently both of them were under the great tree. Hajime asked for a place where no one would intrude and also had a tasteful atmosphere, so this was the designated place that fulfilled both conditions.
Hajime was holding hand with Yue who went back into girl mode, their fingers interlocked with each other, the two of them were relaxedly walking toward the base of the great tree.
The weather today was clear, sunlight brightly poured down through the trees in this place where mist didnât enter.
âYue, use regeneration magic.â
â...Nn? Understood.â
If the entrance to the great labyrinth was closed, then the great tree would return into a dead tree. Presently, the great tree in front of their eyes was withered. If regeneration magic was applied, it would recover its green color. Yue understood that, but she didnât understand why it was necessary when they had no plan to enter inside.
Yue tilted her head with slight doubt, but she somehow guessed that Hajime was merely wishing to see a more beautiful scenery, she smiled while applying the magic.
Instantly the great tree was overflowed with green while emitting light. The sunlight that shined through the branches and leaves were creating several angelâs ladders. If the tranquil atmosphere was combined with the splendorous great tree that could be associated with the world tree Yggdrasil in myth, the place would become something beautiful that was even more fantastical, or even mystical.
Hajime nodded in satisfaction before he took Yueâs hand and led her to the base of the great tree. And then, like that he sat down and put Yue on his lap. It was a posture where he was embracing her from behind. The Yue in girl mode settled snugly on Hajimeâs chest.
While feeling each otherâs warmth and pulse for a while, they tasted the silence. The sound of leaves rustling that was audible sometimes and the breeze that caressed the skin felt pleasant.
Before long, after enjoying the nature enough to their heartâs content, Hajime softly opened his mouth, whispering into Yueâs ear.
â...Hm?â
âThere is something I want to show you.â
â...Something to show?â
âYeah. Actually, this is something that should be shown to you faster but...itâs something important so I was looking for a good timing, but it got postponed until the end like this. Sorry.â
â...? I donât really understand but, if Hajime thinks that now is the right time, then thatâs fine.â
Hajimeâs eyes softened at Yue who looked up from his chest to stare at him. And then, he kissed softly at her beautiful golden threads that rustled in the wind while taking out an artifact.
That was a small transparent ore that looked like a diamond. The image recording artifact that he discovered at the sealing room in the abyss.
Hajime kept embracing Yue tightly and lifted the artifact forward before activating it. The artifact shined, and suddenly an image was projected. Seeing the person that appeared there, Yue opened her eyes wide in shock and murmured in a daze.
â...Oji, sama?â
Hajime wordlessly strengthened his arms that were embracing Yue. It was unclear whether it was unconsciously or consciously, but Yue was also gripping tightly the hands of Hajime around her waist.
In front of those two, the person in the image recordingââYueâs uncle, Denreed Gardia Wesperitirio Avatar slowly began to talk.
{...Aleytia. Long time no see, I wonder if saying that is a little wrong. I think that you are surely hating me. No, surely word like hate will not be enough at all. What I did......aa, thatâs not it. This is not what I want to say. Even though I have been thinking of various things, now that the time has come to leave my last will I cannot speak smoothly.}
While making a self-depreciating wry smile, Denreed pulled himself together by clearing his throat.
{Thatâs right. First let me say my thanks. ...Aleytia. Surely, right now on your side there should be someone who you are trusting from the bottom of your heart. At the very least, that person must be a strong person who could obtain metamorphosis magic and able to challenge the true Orkus, a person who didnât abandon you from the guardian that I prepared and rescued you.}
Hajimeâs eyes were closed. As though to listen to those words, or possibly to lament the departed.
{...You. You there who is close to my beloved niece. I wonder if you are male? Or else are you female? For Aleytia, what kind of existence are you? Are you her lover? Are you her friend? Or do you become her family, or her comrade? My apologize that I cannot meet you directly to say my thanks, but I still want to say it no matter what. ...Thank you. For saving this child, for being close to her, thank you. I offer you my greatest gratitude in my whole lifetime.}
Yue didnât even twitch. What Hajime could see were only her glittering golden threads that were sparkling from reflecting light.
{Aleytia. Surely many questions are flooding inside your chest. Or else, perhaps you have already know the truth. Just why, that day, I hurt you, and buried you inside that bottom of darkness? What kind of existence are you, and who is your true enemy?}
The story that was talked from there was the facts that they already knew and speculation that didnât miss from the truth.
Namely, that Yue was born as a miko (TN: Usually miko is a shrine maiden, but from the kanji it can be interpreted as god child), and she was aimed by Ehitorujue. Denreed who noticed that pretended to kill Yue in his coup dâetat with the disguise that he was blinded by greed, he then sealed her in the abyss, the room where she was sealed itself was a hidden place that could fool even the god. The sealing of Yue was also a bitter choice for him so that her presence couldnât be possibly detected even for a bit.
{I was hesitating whether to tell you the truth or not until just before that day. But, for the sake of deceiving those guys with certainty, I judged that I shouldnât tell you. I also thought that if you hate me, then that would be a motivation for you to live.}
Surely Denreed also couldnât stay for long in the sealing room. That was why, after pretending to kill Yue at the palace, there was no doubt that there was also no time for him to talk with her.
Just how filled with bitterness that choice that he made, it was shown by the strength of his hand clutching at the other side of the image.
{Even so, it doesnât change that I had hurt you. I wonât say anything like your forgiveness after this late. However, I want you to please believe only this. I want you to know this.}
Denreedâs expression changed from anguish, into an expression of smiling while crying. That look was overflowing with gentleness and kindness, at the same time, it was also filled with a hopeless sadness.
{I love you, Aleytia. I love you from the bottom of my heart. I have never thought of you as bothersome, not even for once. ââI thought of you as my daughter.}
â...Oji, sama. Den-ojisama. I-, I too...â
Thought of you like a father. That feeling was flowing down along with the tears that traced through her cheek, unable to form into words. But, the strength of the hand that was clutching Hajimeâs hand conveyed that feeling more eloquent than anything.
{Iâm sorry that I couldnât protect you. Iâm sorry that I couldnât do anything but to entrust you to someone in the future. Iâm sorry that I act like a pathetic father.}
â...Such things-â
What was in front of their eyes was a recording of the past. It was nothing more but Denreedâs last will. But, such thing was irrelevant. Yue couldnât help but yell no matter what.
Something shining was gathering at the corner of Denreedâs eyes. But, he didnât let that flow by any means. While enduring tightly, he spun words toward his beloved daughter with all his heart.
{I wanted to be at your side, seeing your figure when you grasped your own happiness someday. It was my secret dream to punch the man standing at your side once. And then, after that, I wanted to exchange sake with him, and say âplease take care of my daughterâ. It was the partner that Aleytia chose. Surely, he would make a firm promise with a serious face.}
Denreed was looking at far away as though seeing a dream at the other side of the image. By any chance, there might be the Yue of the past at the direction of his gaze.
{It will be the time soon. There are more things that I want to talk, various things that I want to convey but...with my creation magic, I can only make an artifact of this degree.}
â...no-, I donât wanna-. Oji-sa, Otou-sama!â
Denreed smiled wryly at the approaching limit of the recording, to that Yue reached her hand while crying. Her uncle, no, her fatherâs deep and deep affection, and that tragically tough resolve fiercely shook Yueâs heart, indescribable feelings were overflowing out.
Hajime hugged Yue even tighter.
{I cannot be on your side anymore, but even if this life is about to run out Iâll continue to pray. Aleytia. My beloved daughter. I wish for infinite happiness to shower above your head. For you to walk a path that is warmer than sunlight, and gentler than moonlight.}
Denreedâs gaze wandered. Surely that was because he was imagining the person who was being close with Yue.
{To you who is very close with my beloved daughter. It doesnât matter what kind of shape it is. Make that child, to be the happiest girl in the world. Please, I beg you.}
â...Naturally. I swear it with my life.â
There was no way Hajimeâs words reached him. But, without any doubt, Denreed was smiling in satisfaction. Surely he was convinced of how the person in the future who listened to his words would answer. In various senses, he was a preposterous person. Perhaps it was just as expected from Yueâs father.
The recording was fading down. Denreedâs figure melted into empty air. It was as though his soul was going away...
Yue and Hajime were snuggling to each other so close that they wouldnât separate no matter what while gazing straight ahead, there the last words of Denreed resounded.
{...Sayonara, Aleytia. I wish that the whole world that is surrounding you, to be filled with happiness.}
Inside the deep forest, a crying voice was echoing.
It contained sadness. However, that was not all there was to it, it was a voice that was choked with warm tears of gratitude. That warmth gently enveloped Hajime.
Yue rotated her body and clung to Hajimeâs chest. There she vented her emotion to her heartâs content.
It was unknown how long time passed like that.
Before long, Yue quietly lifted her face that was wet with tears. Hajimeâs hand gently wiped on those cheeks.
While holding Yueâs cheeks, Hajime spun his words along with a gaze that was filled with love and resolves.
âI, am the happiest man in the world. The proof of that, is inside my arms like this right now.â
â...Nn. Then, I too, is the happiest woman in the world. The proof of that, is how Iâm embraced like this right now.â
In a distance where their lips could touch anytime, while feeling each otherâs breath, the two of them stared at each other. It felt funny for some reason, both of them chuckled a bit.
While chuckling like that, Hajime suddenly took out a ring. It was a simple silver ring. There was no special ability that was enchanted in it. If he had to say what was special about it, then it was a staggeringly tough ring, that was it.
That ring which was glittering brightly from reflecting the sunlight, was stared by Yue whose eyes were similarly glittering brightly.
â...nn. Proposal?â
Once, those words were said jokingly when Hajime handed her the accessories of magical bright stone series in the Orkus Great Labyrinth. At that time, Hajime spontaneously retorted but...
âThatâs right.â
This time, he responded straight back. His serious gaze was seriously conveying his feeling to her. As expected, Yue got shy and couldnât even say her usual â...nnâ. Her cheeks were already bright red like an apple.
âAt Japan, the custom is for the man to say [Please give me your daughter] to the partnerâs father. Thatâs why, I thought to say it in this place where Yue realized the true feeling of your father.â
Because the one these words should be said to have gone, Hajime said it to the person herself.
âI want Yue. Everything of you, give it to me from here on until the future ahead too.â
Yue writhed.
Things like a reply or whatever, were obviously decided already.
A flower bloomed. The loveliest flower in this world. If there was a flower language for it, then the meaning would be unquestionably âhappinessâ.
Yue answered, along with a smile that was gloriously blooming in full.
â...Nn-!!â
The ring that indicated eternity was fitted into the ring finger of the left hand that Yue presented forward. There was one more ring. This time Yue was the one who fitted it into Hajimeâs ring finger.
They showed the ring to each other, and then, they chuckled together.
After a while, Yue floated a mischievous smile while asking.
â...Then? How many rings Hajime are preparing after this?â
â...Yue. I think asking that in this kind of time is problematic.â
â...Give it to Shia next.â
âThatâs why, enjoy the afterglow a bit more before saying that...â
Hajime was about to protest at Yue who was leaking out a teasing smile, but then his lips were blocked by a finger. Like that Yue directed her gaze to the beyond.
Hajime who got lured by that and followed her gaze caught the sight of Shia and others running from inside the sea of trees. It appeared that Yue made such question because she noticed their presences.
â...Fufu. If itâs Hajime, then you can make everyone happy together.â
âIf looked with common sense, Iâm just a lowly ******* though.â
â...Common sense doesnât work for the demon king-sama. Besides, no matter what shape it is, if the people themselves are happy then there is no problem.â
âWell, I have determined and resolved myself so I have no hesitation anyway. Everyone, is mine.â
â...Nn. Thatâs my Hajime. But...â
Yueâs eyes shined.
And then,
â...I wonât hand over the âspecialâ position.â
Saying that, Yue seized Hajimeâs lips.
From afar, with Shia, Tio, Kaori, Shizuku, Myuu, Remia, Aiko, Liliana as the first on the list, people were gathering one after another. The quiet and mystical place immediately became noisy like in the middle of a city.
While half of his sight was filled with the lovely vampire princess, Hajime looked at the girls at the other side and thought...
(Now then, when I introduced to Tou-san and Kaa-san, that everyone is my wives, what will happen huh...)
It seemed doubtless that even in Japan, Hajime would be in a whirlpool of turmoil.
However, surely Hajime would overcome everything of those. Crushing irrationality with irrationality, rewriting absurdity with absurdity, and if needed even fate would be destroyed, together with the âpreciousâ that he obtained in this world.
While making a gentle and also powerful smile, like now.
The tale of the young man who was summoned into another world, gifted with nothing but the talent of a common job, getting rid of even god while arriving as the worldâs strongest, had the curtain lowered now with this.
After returning to Japan, due to the turmoil that was caused by the return of the group who got spirited away, the wives problem of Nagumo family, the rabbit ear legend of Akihabara, etc, etc, it went without saying that Hajime and others would go through uncommon everyday filled with turmoil.
Those stories, would be told at another chance someday...
~The End~ | {
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At this pace, we should reach it by noon tomorrow.
Though I said things went smoothly, it wasnât like we had no battles at all during these three days.
As we separated from Raum, the monster attacks also increased in number. That said, there were no hard foe encounters, so it was perfect to review our battle positioning.
Cloud met the enemyâs attack, while I attracted their attention at the front line, and Finia used the opportunity to attack with her spear. And when the enemyâs attention was directed to the front, Michelle would unleash a sure-death shot from the very back.
âColor me surprised... I mean, I could already tell your skills were beyond what your rank suggested but...â
âYeah. They clearly have the ability of third-ranks. Nicole and Michelle in particular may very well be our equals.â
âMichelle tends to get carried away easily, so you shouldnât flatter her too much, okay?â
âI donât okay!?â
Today as well, Forest Wolves attacked us, lured by the scent of lunch, but we easily drove them back.
Forest Wolves looked like large wolves, but they had ivy-like tentacles all around its body, and they acted as camouflage and made them hard to discover inside the forest.
However, that wasnât enough for them to escape the vigilance net of me and Michelle whose growth was apparent. Our performance was so good that Leonâs party had no turn.
Michelle puffed her chest after they praised her skill, but she really tended to get carried away, so I gave her a warning just in case.
She started to sulk and protest at my statement. I ignored it and shifted my attention to Finia.
âFinia, perhaps youâve gotten used to things too?â
âHave I?â
Leon and Ellen were shocked when they found out about the spear that could contract and expand, but it was common to keep the information about such items a secret.
After all, the items and skills an Adventurer had on them were their lifelines.
For that reason, it was an unwritten rule for Adventurers to not reveal it or keep quiet until asked about them.
I also told them to keep quiet about it, so there was a low chance of it getting spread around. I had that much trust for them.
âYeah, you made good use of the opening where the enemyâs attention was on me. But I think you were a bit too close? I tend to move extensively, so we might have collided if I had taken a backstep there.â
âI see. Then I suppose it would be better to stay at Cloudâs back.â
âYeah, Cloud hardly falls back, so that might just be perfect.â
âAs expected, with more people, the tactics we can adopt also grow in number.â
I heard Leon mutter that and realized something.
âNow that you mention it, didnât you have one more person in your party?â
âHmm? Oh...â
When I was heading to Raum, Leonâs party consisted of three. There used to be one more man. I couldnât even know his name, but he was not here at least.
âWell, something happened after that... I mean, his life isnât in any danger.â
âHe just got injured a bit. He hurt his leg and retired. We are actually recruiting people now, but we couldnât find anyone good in Raum.â
âSo we were thinking of going around towns to look for capable people. Then we heard sir Timuru was going to Stolla, so we jumped in to get a lift.â
Needless to say, Adventurer work was accompanied by danger. It was extremely rare for people to remain with no physical defects until they decided they were weakening and it was time to retire.
Leonâs comrade seemed to have been a victim of that cruel fate.
âAh, well... My condolences.â
âThank you. But you donât have to worry about that, Nicole.â
âYeah, but...â
âUugh, I hate scary things.â
âYou have Nicole with you, so you should be fine, Michelle.â
Michelle became afraid after she heard about how Adventurers retired. But Ellen quickly comforted her.
It appeared that my standing had grown exponentially in Ellenâs mind. But there were situations where even I wouldnât be able to deal with.
That is why I ended up meeting such a fateâthe fate of getting reincarnated.
Still, I was extremely grateful for her words. We had no hard fights as of late, so there was a chance that I was growing a little careless.
If I didnât get my act together, we could end up retiring like Leonâs comrade.
âI have almost died many times already, so I need to be careful too.â
âThatâs true. You have to be way more careful, Nicole. Youâre like a wild boar.â
âSay what!?â
Michelle answered teasingly at my comment. I stuck my fingers into her mouth and pulled them apart.
âWhich mouth uttered that unneeded comment I wonder?â
âBut Lady Nicole, you really need to be more prudent. If you get a lasting injury, Lord Lyell will kill me.â
âDad wonât do something like that, okay?â
âI know that. But he would certainly feel devastated.â
If something happened to me, normally the anger would be directed to Finia who was at my side. But Lyell had known her for a long time. He would understand that what happened was beyond her control.
If so, where could he direct his anger? His anger that would have no target would just torment him to no end. Thatâs what Finia was pointing out.
âOkay, Iâll be careful.â
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NORTH RICHMOND STREET being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free.
An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached from its neighbours in a square ground
The other houses of the street, conscious of decent lives within them, gazed at one another with brown imperturbable faces.
The former tenant of our house, a priest, had died in the back drawing-room.
Air, musty from having been long enclosed, hung in all the rooms, and the waste room behind the kitchen was littered with old useless papers.
Among these I found a few paper-covered books, the pages of which were curled and damp:
The Abbot, by Walter Scott, The Devout Communnicant and The Memoirs of Vidocq.
I liked the last best because its leaves were yellow.
The wild garden behind the house contained a central apple-tree and a few straggling bushes under one of which I found the late tenant's rusty bicycle-pump.
He had been a very charitable priest;
in his will he had left all his money to institutions and the furniture of his house to his sister.
When the short days of winter came dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners.
When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre.
The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns.
The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed.
Our shouts echoed in the silent street.
The career of our play brought us through the dark muddy lanes behind the houses where we ran the gauntlet of the rough tribes from the cottages, to the back doors of the dark dripping gardens where odours arose from the ashpits, to the dark odorous stables where a coachman smoothed and combed the horse or shook music from the buckled harness.
When we returned to the street light from the kitchen windows had filled the areas.
If my uncle was seen turning the corner we hid in the shadow until we had seen him safely housed.
Or if Mangan's sister came out on the doorstep to call her brother in to his tea we watched her from our shadow peer up and down the street.
We waited to see whether she would remain or go in and, if she remained, we left our shadow and walked up to Mangan's steps resignedly.
She was waiting for us, her figure defined by the light from the half-opened door.
Her brother always teased her before he obeyed and I stood by the railings looking at her.
Her dress swung as she moved her body and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side.
Every morning I lay on the floor in the front parlour watching her door.
The blind was pulled down to within an inch of the sash so that I could not be seen.
When she came out on the doorstep my heart leaped.
I ran to the hall, seized my books and followed her.
I kept her brown figure always in my eye and, when we came near the point at which our ways diverged, I quickened my pace and passed her.
This happened morning after morning.
I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance.
On Saturday evenings when my aunt went marketing I had to go to carry some of the parcels.
We walked through the flaring streets, jostled by drunken men and bargaining women, amid the curses of labourers, the shrill litanies of shop-boys who stood on guard by the barrels of pigs' cheeks, the nasal chanting of street-singers, who sang a come-all-you about O'Donovan Rossa, or a ballad about the troubles in our native land.
These noises converged in a single sensation of life for me:
I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes.
Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand.
My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom.
I thought little of the future.
I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration.
But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
One evening I went into the back drawing-room in which the priest had died.
It was a dark rainy evening and there was no sound in the house.
Through one of the broken panes I heard the rain impinge upon the earth, the fine incessant needles of water playing in the sodden beds.
Some distant lamp or lighted window gleamed below me.
I was thankful that I could see so little.
All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring:
At last she spoke to me.
When she addressed the first words to me I was so confused that I did not know what to answer.
She asked me was I going to Araby.
I forgot whether I answered yes or no.
It would be a splendid bazaar, she said she would love to go.
"And why can't you?"
I asked.
While she spoke she turned a silver bracelet round and round her wrist.
She could not go, she said, because there would be a retreat that week in her convent.
Her brother and two other boys were fighting for their caps and I was alone at the railings.
She held one of the spikes, bowing her head towards me.
The light from the lamp opposite our door caught the white curve of her neck, lit up her hair that rested there and, falling, lit up the hand upon the railing.
It fell over one side of her dress and caught the white border of a petticoat, just visible as she stood at ease.
"It's well for you,"
she said.
"If I go,"
I said,
"I will bring you something."
What innumerable follies laid waste my waking and sleeping thoughts after that evening!
I wished to annihilate the tedious intervening days.
I chafed against the work of school.
At night in my bedroom and by day in the classroom her image came between me and the page I strove to read.
The syllables of the word Araby were called to me through the silence in which my soul luxuriated and cast an Eastern enchantment over me.
I asked for leave to go to the bazaar on Saturday night.
My aunt was surprised and hoped it was not some Freemason affair.
I answered few questions in class.
I watched my master's face pass from amiability to sternness;
he hoped I was not beginning to idle.
I could not call my wandering thoughts together.
I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.
On Saturday morning I reminded my uncle that I wished to go to the bazaar in the evening.
He was fussing at the hallstand, looking for the hat-brush, and answered me curtly:
"Yes, boy, I know."
As he was in the hall I could not go into the front parlour and lie at the window.
I left the house in bad humour and walked slowly towards the school.
The air was pitilessly raw and already my heart misgave me.
When I came home to dinner my uncle had not yet been home.
Still it was early.
I sat staring at the clock for some time and. when its ticking began to irritate me, I left the room.
I mounted the staircase and gained the upper part of the house.
The high cold empty gloomy rooms liberated me and I went from room to room singing.
From the front window I saw my companions playing below in the street.
Their cries reached me weakened and indistinct and, leaning my forehead against the cool glass, I looked over at the dark house where she lived.
I may have stood there for an hour, seeing nothing but the brown-clad figure cast by my imagination, touched discreetly by the lamplight at the curved neck, at the hand upon the railings and at the border below the dress.
When I came downstairs again I found Mrs. Mercer sitting at the fire.
She was an old garrulous woman, a pawnbroker's widow, who collected used stamps for some pious purpose.
I had to endure the gossip of the tea-table.
The meal was prolonged beyond an hour and still my uncle did not come.
Mrs. Mercer stood up to go:
she was sorry she couldn't wait any longer, but it was after eight o'clock and she did not like to be out late as the night air was bad for her.
When she had gone I began to walk up and down the room, clenching my fists.
My aunt said:
"I'm afraid you may put off your bazaar for this night of Our Lord."
At nine o'clock I heard my uncle's latchkey in the halldoor.
I heard him talking to himself and heard the hallstand rocking when it had received the weight of his overcoat.
I could interpret these signs.
When he was midway through his dinner I asked him to give me the money to go to the bazaar.
He had forgotten.
"The people are in bed and after their first sleep now,"
he said.
I did not smile.
My aunt said to him energetically:
"Can't you give him the money and let him go?
You've kept him late enough as it is."
My uncle said he was very sorry he had forgotten.
He said he believed in the old saying:
He asked me where I was going and, when I had told him a second time he asked me did I know The Arab's Farewell to his Steed.
When I left the kitchen he was about to recite the opening lines of the piece to my aunt.
I held a florin tightly in my hand as I strode down Buckingham Street towards the station.
The sight of the streets thronged with buyers and glaring with gas recalled to me the purpose of my journey.
I took my seat in a third-class carriage of a deserted train.
After an intolerable delay the train moved out of the station slowly.
It crept onward among ruinous house and over the twinkling river.
At Westland Row Station a crowd of people pressed to the carriage doors;
but the porters moved them back, saying that it was a special train for the bazaar.
I remained alone in the bare carriage.
In a few minutes the train drew up beside an improvised wooden platform.
I passed out on to the road and saw by the lighted dial of a clock that it was ten minutes to ten.
In front of me was a large building which displayed the magical name.
I could not find any sixpenny entrance and, fearing that the bazaar would be closed, I passed in quickly through a turnstile, handing a shilling to a weary-looking man.
I found myself in a big hall girdled at half its height by a gallery.
Nearly all the stalls were closed and the greater part of the hall was in darkness.
I recognised a silence like that which pervades a church after a service.
I walked into the centre of the bazaar timidly.
A few people were gathered about the stalls which were still open.
Before a curtain, over which the words Cafe Chantant were written in coloured lamps, two men were counting money on a salver.
I listened to the fall of the coins.
Remembering with difficulty why I had come I went over to one of the stalls and examined porcelain vases and flowered tea- sets.
At the door of the stall a young lady was talking and laughing with two young gentlemen.
I remarked their English accents and listened vaguely to their conversation.
"O, I never said such a thing!"
"O, but you did!"
"O, but I didn't!"
"Didn't she say that?"
"Yes.
I heard her."
"0, there's a ... fib!"
Observing me the young lady came over and asked me did I wish to buy anything.
The tone of her voice was not encouraging;
she seemed to have spoken to me out of a sense of duty.
I looked humbly at the great jars that stood like eastern guards at either side of the dark entrance to the stall and murmured:
"No, thank you."
The young lady changed the position of one of the vases and went back to the two young men.
They began to talk of the same subject.
Once or twice the young lady glanced at me over her shoulder.
I lingered before her stall, though I knew my stay was useless, to make my interest in her wares seem the more real.
Then I turned away slowly and walked down the middle of the bazaar.
I allowed the two pennies to fall against the sixpence in my pocket.
I heard a voice call from one end of the gallery that the light was out.
The upper part of the hall was now completely dark.
Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity;
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I've been quite interested in both.
If we could convert 0.03 percent of the sunlight that falls on the earth into energy, we could meet all of our projected needs for 2030.
We can't do that today because solar panels are heavy, expensive and very inefficient.
There are nano-engineered designs, which at least have been analyzed theoretically, that show the potential to be very lightweight, very inexpensive, very efficient, and we'd be able to actually provide all of our energy needs in this renewable way.
Nano-engineered fuel cells could provide the energy where it's needed.
That's a key trend, which is decentralization, moving from centralized nuclear power plants and liquid natural gas tankers to decentralized resources that are environmentally more friendly, a lot more efficient and capable and safe from disruption.
Bono spoke very eloquently, that we have the tools, for the first time, to address age-old problems of disease and poverty.
Most regions of the world are moving in that direction.
In 1990, in East Asia and the Pacific region, there were 500 million people living in poverty -- that number now is under 200 million.
The World Bank projects by 2011, it will be under 20 million, which is a reduction of 95 percent.
I did enjoy Bono's comment linking Haight-Ashbury to Silicon Valley.
Being from the Massachusetts high-tech community myself, I'd point out that we were hippies also in the 1960s, although we hung around Harvard Square.
But we do have the potential to overcome disease and poverty, and I'm going to talk about those issues, if we have the will.
Kevin Kelly talked about the acceleration of technology.
That's been a strong interest of mine, and a theme that I've developed for some 30 years.
I realized that my technologies had to make sense when I finished a project.
That invariably, the world was a different place when I would introduce a technology.
And, I noticed that most inventions fail, not because the R&D department can't get it to work -- if you look at most business plans, they will actually succeed if given the opportunity to build what they say they're going to build -- and 90 percent of those projects or more will fail, because the timing is wrong -- not all the enabling factors will be in place when they're needed.
So I began to be an ardent student of technology trends, and track where technology would be at different points in time, and began to build the mathematical models of that.
It's kind of taken on a life of its own.
I've got a group of 10 people that work with me to gather data on key measures of technology in many different areas, and we build models.
And you'll hear people say, well, we can't predict the future.
And if you ask me, will the price of Google be higher or lower than it is today three years from now, that's very hard to say.
be the wireless standard three years from now? That's hard to say.
But if you ask me, what will it cost for one MIPS of computing in 2010, or the cost to sequence a base pair of DNA in 2012, or the cost of sending a megabyte of data wirelessly in 2014, it turns out that those are very predictable.
that govern price performance, capacity, bandwidth.
And I'm going to show you a small sample of this, but there's really a theoretical reason why technology develops in an exponential fashion.
And a lot of people, when they think about the future, think about it linearly.
They think they're going to continue or address a problem using today's tools, at today's pace of progress, and fail to take into consideration this exponential growth.
The Genome Project was a controversial project in 1990.
We had our best Ph.D. students, our most advanced equipment around the world, we got 1/10,000th of the project done, so how're we going to get this done in 15 years?
And 10 years into the project, the skeptics were still going strong -- says, "You're two-thirds through this project, and you've managed to only sequence a very tiny percentage of the whole genome."
But it's the nature of exponential growth that once it reaches the knee of the curve, it explodes.
Most of the project was done in the last few years of the project.
It took us 15 years to sequence HIV -- we sequenced SARS in 31 days.
So we are gaining the potential to overcome these problems.
I'm going to show you just a few examples of how pervasive this phenomena is.
The actual paradigm-shift rate, the rate of adopting new ideas, is doubling every decade, according to our models.
These are all logarithmic graphs, so as you go up the levels it represents, generally multiplying by factor of 10 or 100.
It took us half a century to adopt the telephone, Cell phones were adopted in about eight years.
If you put different communication technologies on this logarithmic graph, television, radio, telephone were adopted in decades.
Recent technologies -- like the PC, the web, cell phones -- were under a decade.
Now this is an interesting chart, and this really gets at the fundamental reason why an evolutionary process -- and both biology and technology are evolutionary processes -- accelerate.
They work through interaction -- they create a capability, and then it uses that capability to bring on the next stage.
So the first step in biological evolution, the evolution of DNA -- actually it was RNA came first -- took billions of years, but then evolution used that information-processing backbone to bring on the next stage.
So the Cambrian Explosion, when all the body plans of the animals were evolved, took only 10 million years. It was 200 times faster.
And then evolution used those body plans to evolve higher cognitive functions, and biological evolution kept accelerating.
It's an inherent nature of an evolutionary process.
So Homo sapiens, the first technology-creating species, the species that combined a cognitive function with an opposable appendage -- and by the way, chimpanzees don't really have a very good opposable thumb -- so we could actually manipulate our environment with a power grip and fine motor coordination, and use our mental models to actually change the world and bring on technology.
But anyway, the evolution of our species took hundreds of thousands of years, and then working through interaction, evolution used, essentially, the technology-creating species to bring on the next stage, which were the first steps in technological evolution.
And the first step took tens of thousands of years -- stone tools, fire, the wheel -- kept accelerating.
We always used then the latest generation of technology to create the next generation.
Printing press took a century to be adopted; the first computers were designed pen-on-paper -- now we use computers.
And we've had a continual acceleration of this process.
Now by the way, if you look at this on a linear graph, it looks like everything has just happened, but some observer says, "Well, Kurzweil just put points on this graph that fall on that straight line."
So, I took 15 different lists from key thinkers, like the Encyclopedia Britannica, the Museum of Natural History, Carl Sagan's Cosmic Calendar on the same -- and these people were not trying to make my point; these were just lists in reference works, and I think that's what they thought the key events were in biological evolution and technological evolution.
And again, it forms the same straight line. You have a little bit of thickening in the line because people do have disagreements, what the key points are, there's differences of opinion when agriculture started, or how long the Cambrian Explosion took.
But you see a very clear trend.
There's a basic, profound acceleration of this evolutionary process.
Information technologies double their capacity, price performance, bandwidth, every year.
And that's a very profound explosion of exponential growth.
A personal experience, when I was at MIT -- computer taking up about the size of this room, less powerful than the computer in your cell phone.
But Moore's Law, which is very often identified with this exponential growth, is just one example of many, because it's basically a property of the evolutionary process of technology.
I put 49 famous computers on this logarithmic graph -- by the way, a straight line on a logarithmic graph is exponential growth -- that's another exponential.
It took us three years to double our price performance of computing in 1900, two years in the middle; we're now doubling it every one year.
And that's exponential growth through five different paradigms.
Moore's Law was just the last part of that, where we were shrinking transistors on an integrated circuit, but we had electro-mechanical calculators, relay-based computers that cracked the German Enigma Code, vacuum tubes in the 1950s predicted the election of Eisenhower, discreet transistors used in the first space flights and then Moore's Law.
Every time one paradigm ran out of steam, another paradigm came out of left field to continue the exponential growth.
They were shrinking vacuum tubes, making them smaller and smaller.
That hit a wall. They couldn't shrink them and keep the vacuum.
Whole different paradigm -- transistors came out of the woodwork.
In fact, when we see the end of the line for a particular paradigm, it creates research pressure to create the next paradigm.
And because we've been predicting the end of Moore's Law for quite a long time -- the first prediction said 2002, until now it says 2022.
But by the teen years, the features of transistors will be a few atoms in width, and we won't be able to shrink them any more.
That'll be the end of Moore's Law, but it won't be the end of the exponential growth of computing, because chips are flat.
We live in a three-dimensional world; we might as well use the third dimension.
We will go into the third dimension and there's been tremendous progress, just in the last few years, of getting three-dimensional, self-organizing molecular circuits to work.
We'll have those ready well before Moore's Law runs out of steam.
Supercomputers -- same thing.
Processor performance on Intel chips, the average price of a transistor -- 1968, you could buy one transistor for a dollar.
You could buy 10 million in 2002.
It's pretty remarkable how smooth an exponential process that is.
I mean, you'd think this is the result of some tabletop experiment, but this is the result of worldwide chaotic behavior -- countries accusing each other of dumping products, IPOs, bankruptcies, marketing programs.
You would think it would be a very erratic process, outcome of this chaotic process.
Just as we can't predict what one molecule in a gas will do -- it's hopeless to predict a single molecule -- yet we can predict the properties of the whole gas, using thermodynamics, very accurately.
It's the same thing here. We can't predict any particular project, but the result of this whole worldwide, chaotic, unpredictable activity of competition and the evolutionary process of technology is very predictable.
And we can predict these trends far into the future.
Unlike Gertrude Stein's roses, it's not the case that a transistor is a transistor.
As we make them smaller and less expensive, the electrons have less distance to travel.
They're faster, so you've got exponential growth in the speed of transistors, so the cost of a cycle of one transistor has been coming down with a halving rate of 1.1 years.
You add other forms of innovation and processor design, you get a doubling of price performance of computing every one year.
And that's basically deflation -- 50 percent deflation.
And it's not just computers. I mean, it's true of DNA sequencing; it's true of brain scanning; it's true of the World Wide Web. I mean, anything that we can quantify, we have hundreds of different measurements of different, information-related measurements -- capacity, adoption rates -- and they basically double every 12, 13, 15 months, depending on what you're looking at.
In terms of price performance, that's a 40 to 50 percent deflation rate.
And economists have actually started worrying about that.
We had deflation during the Depression, but that was collapse of the money supply, collapse of consumer confidence, a completely different phenomena.
This is due to greater productivity, but the economist says, "But there's no way you're going to be able to keep up with that.
If you have 50 percent deflation, people may increase their volume 30, 40 percent, but they won't keep up with it."
But what we're actually seeing is that we actually more than keep up with it.
in information technology over the last 50 years.
I mean, people didn't build iPods for 10,000 dollars 10 years ago.
As the price performance makes new applications feasible, new applications come to the market.
And this is a very widespread phenomena.
Magnetic data storage -- that's not Moore's Law, it's shrinking magnetic spots, different engineers, different companies, same exponential process.
A key revolution is that we're understanding our own biology in these information terms.
We're understanding the software programs that make our body run.
These were evolved in very different times -- we'd like to actually change those programs.
One little software program, called the fat insulin receptor gene, basically says, "Hold onto every calorie, because the next hunting season may not work out so well."
That was in the interests of the species tens of thousands of years ago.
We'd like to actually turn that program off.
They tried that in animals, and these mice ate ravenously and remained slim and got the health benefits of being slim.
They didn't get diabetes; they didn't get heart disease; they lived 20 percent longer; they got the health benefits of caloric restriction without the restriction.
Four or five pharmaceutical companies have noticed this, interesting drug for the human market, and that's just one of the 30,000 genes that affect our biochemistry.
We were evolved in an era where it wasn't in the interests of people at the age of most people at this conference, like myself, to live much longer, because we were using up the precious resources which were better deployed towards the children and those caring for them.
So, life -- long lifespans -- like, that is to say, much more than 30 -- weren't selected for, but we are learning to actually manipulate and change these software programs through the biotechnology revolution.
For example, we can inhibit genes now with RNA interference.
There are exciting new forms of gene therapy that overcome the problem of placing the genetic material in the right place on the chromosome.
There's actually a -- for the first time now, something going to human trials, that actually cures pulmonary hypertension -- a fatal disease -- using gene therapy.
So we'll have not just designer babies, but designer baby boomers.
And this technology is also accelerating.
It cost 10 dollars per base pair in 1990, then a penny in 2000.
It's now under a 10th of a cent.
The amount of genetic data -- basically this shows that smooth exponential growth doubled every year, enabling the genome project to be completed.
Another major revolution: the communications revolution.
The price performance, bandwidth, capacity of communications measured many different ways; wired, wireless is growing exponentially.
The Internet has been doubling in power and continues to, measured many different ways.
This is based on the number of hosts.
Miniaturization -- we're shrinking the size of technology at an exponential rate, both wired and wireless.
These are some designs from Eric Drexler's book -- which we're now showing are feasible with super-computing simulations, where actually there are scientists building One has one that actually walks with a surprisingly human-like gait, that's built out of molecules.
There are little machines doing things in experimental bases.
The most exciting opportunity is actually to go inside the human body and perform therapeutic and diagnostic functions.
And this is less futuristic than it may sound.
These things have already been done in animals.
There's one nano-engineered device that cures type 1 diabetes. It's blood cell-sized.
They put tens of thousands of these in the blood cell -- they tried this in rats -- it lets insulin out in a controlled fashion, and actually cures type 1 diabetes.
What you're watching is a design of a robotic red blood cell, and it does bring up the issue that our biology is actually very sub-optimal, even though it's remarkable in its intricacy.
Once we understand its principles of operation, and the pace with which we are reverse-engineering biology is accelerating, we can actually design these things to be thousands of times more capable.
An analysis of this respirocyte, designed by Rob Freitas, indicates if you replace 10 percent of your red blood cells with these robotic versions, you could do an Olympic sprint for 15 minutes without taking a breath.
You could sit at the bottom of your pool for four hours -- so, "Honey, I'm in the pool," will take on a whole new meaning.
It will be interesting to see what we do in our Olympic trials.
Presumably we'll ban them, but then we'll have the specter of teenagers in their high schools gyms routinely out-performing the Olympic athletes.
Freitas has a design for a robotic white blood cell.
These are 2020-circa scenarios, but they're not as futuristic as it may sound.
There are four major conferences on building blood cell-sized devices; there are many experiments in animals.
There's actually one going into human trial, so this is feasible technology.
If we come back to our exponential growth of computing, 1,000 dollars of computing is now somewhere between an insect and a mouse brain.
It will intersect human intelligence in terms of capacity in the 2020s, but that'll be the hardware side of the equation.
Where will we get the software?
Well, it turns out we can see inside the human brain, and in fact not surprisingly, the spatial and temporal resolution of brain scanning is doubling every year.
And with the new generation of scanning tools, for the first time we can actually see individual inter-neural fibers and see them processing and signaling in real time -- but then the question is, OK, we can get this data now, but can we understand it?
Doug Hofstadter wonders, well, maybe our intelligence just isn't great enough to understand our intelligence, and if we were smarter, well, then our brains would be that much more complicated, and we'd never catch up to it.
It turns out that we can understand it.
This is a block diagram of a model and simulation of the human auditory cortex that actually works quite well -- in applying psychoacoustic tests, gets very similar results to human auditory perception.
There's another simulation of the cerebellum -- that's more than half the neurons in the brain -- again, works very similarly to human skill formation.
This is at an early stage, but you can show with the exponential growth of the amount of information about the brain in the resolution of brain scanning, we will succeed in reverse-engineering the human brain by the 2020s.
We've already had very good models and simulation of about 15 regions All of this is driving exponentially growing economic progress.
We've had productivity go from 30 dollars to 150 dollars per hour of labor in the last 50 years.
E-commerce has been growing exponentially. It's now a trillion dollars.
You might wonder, well, wasn't there a boom and a bust?
That was strictly a capital-markets phenomena.
Wall Street noticed that this was a revolutionary technology, which it was, but then six months later, when it hadn't revolutionized all business models, they figured, well, that was wrong, and then we had this bust.
All right, this is a technology that we put together using some of the technologies we're involved in.
This will be a routine feature in a cell phone.
It would be able to translate from one language to another.
So let me just end with a couple of scenarios.
By 2010 computers will disappear.
They'll be so small, they'll be embedded in our clothing, in our environment.
Images will be written directly to our retina, providing full-immersion virtual reality, augmented real reality. We'll be interacting with virtual personalities.
But if we go to 2029, we really have the full maturity of these trends, in terms of generations of technology, which are getting faster and faster, we'll have at that point.
I mean, we will have two-to-the-25th-power greater price performance, capacity and bandwidth of these technologies, which is pretty phenomenal.
It'll be millions of times more powerful than it is today.
We'll have completed the reverse-engineering of the human brain, 1,000 dollars of computing will be far more powerful than the human brain in terms of basic raw capacity.
Computers will combine of human intelligence with ways in which machines are already superior, in terms of doing analytic thinking, remembering billions of facts accurately.
Machines can share their knowledge very quickly.
But it's not just an alien invasion of intelligent machines.
We are going to merge with our technology.
These nano-bots I mentioned will first be used for medical and health applications: cleaning up the environment, providing powerful fuel cells and widely distributed decentralized solar panels and so on in the environment.
But they'll also go inside our brain, interact with our biological neurons.
We've demonstrated the key principles of being able to do this.
So, for example, full-immersion virtual reality from within the nervous system, the nano-bots shut down the signals coming from your real senses, replace them with the signals that your brain would be receiving if you were in the virtual environment, and then it'll feel like you're in that virtual environment.
You can go there with other people, have any kind of experience with anyone involving all of the senses.
"Experience beamers," I call them, will put their whole flow of sensory experiences in the neurological correlates of their emotions out on the Internet.
You can plug in and experience what it's like to be someone else.
But most importantly, it'll be a tremendous expansion of human intelligence through this direct merger with our technology, which in some sense we're doing already.
We routinely do intellectual feats that would be impossible without our technology.
Human life expectancy is expanding. It was 37 in 1800, and with this sort of biotechnology, nano-technology revolutions, this will move up very rapidly in the years ahead.
My main message is that progress in technology is exponential, not linear.
Many -- even scientists -- assume a linear model, so they'll say, "Oh, it'll be hundreds of years before we have self-replicating nano-technology assembly or artificial intelligence."
If you really look at the power of exponential growth, you'll see that these things are pretty soon at hand.
And information technology is increasingly encompassing all of our lives, from our music to our manufacturing to our biology to our energy to materials.
We'll be able to manufacture almost anything we need in the 2020s, from information, in very inexpensive raw materials, using nano-technology.
These are very powerful technologies.
They both empower our promise and our peril.
So we have to have the will to apply them to the right problems.
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âYes, yes. Something like that.â
Phillip said with a light chuckle as he sat down by the fire.
âNow, Mr. Takumi. Itâs time for us to trade places.â
âYes. I am starting to feel sleepy.â
âShouldnât you also get some rest, Lady Claire? Mr. Sebastian will be angry with you again if you arenât fully recovered tomorrow.â
â...Very well.â
And so Ms. Claire and I stood up in order to prepare for tomorrow by getting some sleep, just like Phillip suggested.
Even Leo, who had been lying down comfortably as Ms. Claire petted her, also stood up. I supposed she wanted to sleep with me.
As we rose to our feet, Phillip smiled with amusement and said,
âLady Claire. You really shouldnât think too much of the past. Sebastian and I work at the mansion because you are there.â
â...Phillip... You were listening to what I said?â
â...What could you be talking about?â
Phillip looked away in order to escape Ms. Claireâs glaring eyes. It was such an obvious attempt at feigning ignorance that I thought he was going to start whistling to himself.
...Apparently, Phillip had been listening to our conversation.
Uh. I hadnât said anything strange, had I?
The thought of him hearing everything that I said to Ms. Claire was also a little embarrassing.
It was too dark to see clearly, but I hoped that my face wasnât turning red...
â...Ha... Letâs go then, Ms. Claire.â
â...Indeed... I would like to interrogate Phillip a little further...but from the looks of it, he will not be answering my questions.â
âYes. Well, then. I leave the watch to you, Phillip.â
âAye! Iâll protect you, so sleep well!â
And with that, Ms. Claire and I returned to the tents.
Ah, thatâs right.
âMs. Claire.â
â...Yes?â
Just as Ms. Claire was about to enter the tent, I remembered something and shouted out to her.
She turned around and I walked up to her and took out some herbs from my bag.
âI thought you might want to eat some of this before sleeping.â
âWhat is it?â
It was too dark to see it clearly, but it was black dried flower.
I handed it to Ms. Claire while explaining its effect.
âItâs a herb that helps you sleep well. Eating it before going to bed will cause all of the dayâs fatigue to disappear.â
âIs that so? ...Was this also made with Weed Cultivation?â
âYes. I made it while conducting different experiments.â
â...Your research... I hope that it wonât be long before you will tell me all about what you are doing?â
âYes, of course. Itâs nothing that I need to hide. And so I will tell you when we have time.â
âGood night.â
But when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw that Ms. Claire had not moved, and was eating the herb I had given her.
When she was done, she stepped into her tent.
...I do hope that she feels well tomorrow.
The herb that I had given her. I had made it while thinking of those supplements they used to sell while I was working. They always had these taglines about how effective they would be during those times when you were still tired after sleeping.
I had tried eating it before bed yesterday, and woke up feeling very refreshed.
Though, only trying it once myself was not a guarantee that it would work for everyone, but I felt that it would be fine.
And so I ate some of the herb as well as I entered the tent.
Leo was too big to fit inside, and so I would lay out a blanket on the ground in front for her to sleep on.
Her coat was so long and thick, that I was sure that the cold would not bother her.
I even asked her about it, and Leo nodded that she was all right.
And so I petted her lightly as she rolled up into a ball, and then I got inside of the hemp sleeping bag that was in the tent...
Once inside, I closed my eyes. Thatâs when Sebastian suddenly called to me.
âThank you, Mr. Takumi.â
â...Sebastian. You were awake?â
âYes.â
Had Sebastian also been listening in on my conversation with Ms. Claire?
Well, the distance between the tents and the bonfire was not that far, so perhaps they could hear us.
â...Did you hear us then?â
âYes. I did not think that Lady Claire would eventually feel troubled over the rumor that we servants spread.â
So, Ms. Claire was right. He did feel a degree of responsibility over it.
âSebastian. Thatâs...â
âI know. Lady Claire does not wish me to feel any responsibility over it. And so we will speak of it no more. But I would still like to thank you for listening to her. I think that being able to confide in someone would have lifted some of the burden from her shoulders.â
I would be happy if just by listening to her, Ms. Claire would feel even a little bit easier.
âWell, then. Good night, Mr. Takumi.â
âYes. Please rest well until it is your turn to take the watch.â
âI will. I am no longer young, so I will have a difficult time tomorrow if I donât sleep.â
âHahaha. But you are still in the prime of life.â
âI do hope so. Hohoho.â
After we laughed over this, we quietly went to sleep.
There were times when you did see Sebastianâs age while looking at him. But he was so energetic... Even today, he had walked through the forest and searched for a camping spot and even helped pitch the tents.
And yet he never showed how tired he was. Clearly he was young enough.
It was with such thoughts that consciousness faded away from me.
...Thanks to the herbs, I was able to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Perhaps these herbs are more effective than those supplements with the suspicious marketing?
I think I will call them good sleep herbs.
The next morning, when I awoke from my sleep, I felt completely refreshed and without feeling anything from the previous day. And so I became sure that the herbs were effective. | {
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As soon as she wrenched it away, Anne deactivated Sticky Star.
Like this, the great shield flew off into the air and towards the edge of the field!
Invincible Armorâs weakness was obstruction!
Even if it could nullify damage, it was weak against gimmicks... Thatâs the way it has always been!
And then the silver aura faded away, showing that the invisible effect had worn off.
He could no longer retrieve the shield.
And since the invincibility was a Miracle Effect, he could not use it again.
Now it was their chance to strike back!
âIâll take the other shield too!â
Anne activated Sticky Star once again.
She was going for the other shield, which was an actual buckler!
As for Buckler...he thrust out his shield towards the iron ball!
âUltra Bound!â
And then the iron ball bounced right off!
It moved with such incredible force, that the chain slipped from Anneâs hand, and the iron ball went flying off into the distance.
The sticky power and bouncing power had clashed, and the bouncing power had won...!
However, Anne had done more than enough!
âGrrr! ARGHHHH!!â
In order to use Parry Warp, he had to block the attack with his shield with perfect timing. But he had already used the shield to deal with Anne.
In other words, there was no risk of him parrying my attack!
Like this, I would attack whenever Anne made an opening for me...!
In order to do that, I couldnât be floating up in the air, and had to fire with my feet firmly on the ground.
âEnergy Barrier V!â
As soon as I landed, Buckler created a dark blue energy barrier.
The giant barrier was like a wall that separated us.
However, it was not enough to stop my arrows.
If it was a wall, then I just needed to make my arrows go over it!
âGatling Inferno Arrow!â
The inferno arrows went over the barrier and rained down on Buckler!
âReactive Hexagon Shield!â
Several small, hexagonal shields appeared in the air around Buckler.
The shields reacted to attacks automatically, and would guard him.
And so the arrows bounced off and never reached Buckler...!
Not only that, but the shields had an interesting effect.
When blocking an attack, they would explode, causing the attacks to be blown away.
Thatâs what you call âreactive armorâ...!
The arrows did not disappear, but pierced the ground instead. However, they had no attack ability at this point.
Surely this meant they would fade away eventually... Huh? Huh!?
There was some kind of chameleon-like creature near Buckler!
It was white and had a red cross pattern. It looked like a nurse...
Apparently, it was taking damage from the stray arrows.
But there were no wild monsters on the field...
In other words, it was the Straight Knightsâ Unison.
It seemed like it was already on the brink of death, but I had to make sure that it died...!
âFixer...! Tsk. Youâre usually much better at dodging...! Is this because of the archerâs accuracy...?â
Judging by what Buckler said, that chameleon was called Fixer.
And since it had been hidden this whole time, it must have some powerful concealment ability.
I was lucky that my arrow happened to hit it.
âGatling Drill Arrow!â
Then I unleashed a chain of Drill Arrow Kai that had high piercing ability.
I targeted Buckler while also hitting Fixer!
âHexagon Shield Link! Cover above!â
The hexagonal shields began to stick together in order to create a single large barrier.
Now my arrows couldnât reach Fixer... However!
Anne equipped a backup star sphere and made iron balls roll!
Fixer must have been healing itself, as it was lively again. It then disappeared in order to escape.
However, it was hit by numerous iron balls.
And then its death was announced.
âGrrr... Fixer. I wonât waste the HP you gave to me...!â
So it was a healer after all.
And it had appeared at the worst time...
I had managed to hit Buckler directly with a charge attack, but he was probably completely healed now.
However, he couldnât heal the damage to his equipment.
And no matter how hard Bucklerâs equipment was, it would not go unscathed after being hit by a fused charge attack.
Buckler...was definitely weaker!
And Anneâs Mach Rolling Star was breaking the Energy Barrier V that blocked my way!
Now I had a clear path ahead of me...
It was time to finish this with that charge attack!
âInferno Windgod Sky Tear!â
A fusion of Inferno Arrow and Windgod Sky Tear.
With this high speed arrow, I would end things like I did during the turf war...
âHere...!â
But to the highspeed Inferno Windgod Sky Tear, Buckler succeeded in using Parry Warp.
And so he warped right behind me.
âYou got ahead of yourself, archer! You should never have come down! Now I will use Ultra Bound Dribble...!?â
âStardust Arrow!!â
I could not defeat a man like Buckler with the same strategy.
Thatâs what I believed.
And so he would use Parry Warp and get his revenge for that time...!
But if I knew when he was going to warp, then there were ways to dodge him.
So this time, as soon as I heard the sound that signaled a successful parry, I activated First Wind Sliding Feet.
First Wind Sliding Feet was a weapon skill from the Windguard Warrior Hakama equipment, and it allowed you to move swiftly for a short distance.
With this effect, I moved around Buckler after he warped, and then locked my arms around him.
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ããããšãããããŸãã | Seen from another point of view, it gives quite a different impression.
But it's only when you get the whole picture you can fully understand what's going on.
Sasha Vucinic: It's a great clip, isn't it?
And I found that in 29 seconds, it tells more about the power of, and importance of, independent media than I could say in an hour.
So I thought that it will be good to start with it.
And also start with a little bit of statistics.
According to relevant researchers, 83 percent of the population of this planet lives in the societies without independent press.
Think about that number: 83 percent of the population on the whole planet does not really know what is going on in their countries.
The information they get gets filtered through somebody who either twists that information, or colors that information, does something with it.
So they're deprived of understanding their reality.
That is just to understand how big and important this problem is.
Now those of you who are lucky enough to live in those societies that represent 17 percent, I think should enjoy it until it lasts.
You know, Sunday morning, you flick the paper, get your cappuccino.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Because as we heard yesterday, countries can lose stars from their flags, but they can also lose press freedom, as I guess Americans among us can tell us more about.
But that's totally another and separate topic.
So I can go back to my story.
My story starts -- the story I want to share -- starts in 1991.
At that time I was running B92, the only independent, for that matter the only electronic media, in the country.
And I guess we were sharing -- we had that regular life of the only independent media in the country, operating in hostile environment, where government really wants to make your life miserable.
And there are different ways.
Yeah, it was the usual cocktail: a little bit of threats, a little bit of friendly advice, a little bit of financial police, a little bit of text control, so you always have somebody who never leaves your office.
But what they really do, which is very powerful, and that is what governments in the late '90s started doing if they don't like independent media companies -- you know, they threaten your advertisers.
Once they threaten your advertisers, market forces are actually, you know, destroyed, and the advertisers do not want to come -- no matter how much does it make sense for them -- do not want to come and advertise.
And you have a problem making ends meet.
At that time at the beginning of the '90s, we had that problem, which was, you know, survival below one side, but what was really painful for me was, remember, the beginning of the '90s, Yugoslavia is falling apart.
We were sitting over there with a country in a downfall, in a slow-motion downfall.
And we all had all of that on tapes.
We had the ability to understand what was going on.
We were actually recording history.
The problem was that we had to re-tape that history a week later; because if we did not, we could not afford enough tapes to keep archives of that history.
So if I gave you that picture, I don't want to go too long on that.
In that context a gentleman came to my office at that time.
It was still 1991.
He was running a media systems organization which is still in business, the gentleman is still in business.
And what did I know at that time about media systems?
I would think media systems were organizations, which means they should help you.
So I prepared two plans for that meeting, two strategic plans: the small one and the big one.
The small one was, I just wanted him to help us get those damn tapes, so we can keep that archive for the next 50 years.
The big plan was to ask him for a 1,000,000-dollar loan.
Because I thought, I still maintain, that serious and independent media companies are great business.
And I thought that B92 will survive and be a great company once Milosevic is gone, which turned out to be true.
It's now probably either the biggest or the second biggest media company in the country.
And I thought that the only thing that we needed at that time was 1,000,000-dollar loan to take us through those hard times.
To make a long story short, the gentleman comes into the office, great suit and tie.
I gave him what I thought was a brilliant explanation of the political situation and explained how hard and difficult the war will be.
Actually, I underestimated the atrocities, I have to admit.
Anyway, after that whole, big, long explanation, the only question he had for me -- and this is not a joke -- is, are we paying royalties after we broadcast music of Michael Jackson?
That was really the only question he had.
He left, and I remember being actually very angry at myself because I thought there must be an institution in the world that is providing loans to media companies.
It's so obvious, straight in your face, and somebody must have thought of it.
Somebody must have started something like that.
And I thought, I'm just dumb and I cannot find it.
You know, in my defense, there was no Google at that time; you could not just Google in '91.
So I thought that that's actually my problem.
Now we go from here, fast forward to 1995.
I have -- I left the country, I have a meeting with George Soros, trying for the third time to convince him that his foundation should invest in something that should operate like a media bank.
And basically what I was saying is very simple.
You know, forget about charity; it doesn't work.
Forget about handouts; 20,000 dollars do not help anybody.
What you should do is you should treat media companies as a business.
It's business anywhere.
Media business, or any other business, it needs to be capitalized.
And what these guys need, actually, is access to capital.
So third meeting, arguments are pretty well exercised.
At the end of the meeting he says, look, it is not going to work; you will never see your money back; but my foundations will put 500,000 dollars so you can test the idea.
See that it will not work.
He said, I'll give you a rope to hang yourself.
I knew two things after that meeting.
First, under no circumstances I want to hang myself.
And second, that I have no idea how to make it work.
You see, at the level of a concept, it was a great concept.
But it's one thing to have a concept; it's a totally separate thing to actually make it work.
So I had absolutely no idea how that could actually work.
Had the wrong idea; I thought that we can be a bank.
You see banks -- I don't know if there are any bankers over here; I apologize in advance -- but it's the best job in the world.
You know, you find somebody who is respectable and has a lot of money.
You give them more money; they repay you that over a time.
You collect interest and do nothing in between.
So I thought, why don't we get into that business?
So here we are having our first client, brilliant.
First independent newspaper in Slovakia.
The government cutting them off from all the printing facilities in Bratislava.
So here's the daily newspaper that has to be printed 400 kilometers away from the capital.
It's a daily newspaper with a deadline of 4 p.m.
That means that they have no sports; they have no latest news; circulation goes down.
how to economically strangle a daily newspaper.
They come to us with a request for a loan.
They want to -- the only way for them to survive is to get a printing press.
And we said, that's fine; let's meet; you'll bring us your business plan, which eventually they did.
We start the meeting.
I get these two pieces of paper, not like this, A4 format, so it's much bigger.
A lot of numbers there. A lot of numbers.
But however you put it, you know, the numbers do not make any sense.
And that's the best they could do.
We were the best that they could do.
So that is how we understood what our method is.
It's not a bank. We had to actually go into these companies and earn our return by fixing them -- by establishing management systems, by providing all that knowledge, how do you run a business on one side -- while they all know how to run, how to create content.
Just quickly on the results.
Over these 10 years, 40 million dollars in affordable financing, average interest rate five percent to six percent.
Lately we are going wild, charging seven percent from time to time.
We do it in 17 countries of the developing world.
And here is the most stunning number.
Return rate -- the one that Soros was so worried about -- 97 percent.
97 percent of all the scheduled repayments came back to us on time.
What do we typically finance?
We finance anything that a media company would need, from printing presses to transmitters.
What is most important is we do it either in form of loans, equities, lease -- whatever is appropriate for, you know, supporting anybody.
But what is most important here is, who do we finance?
We believe that in the last 10 years companies that we've financed are actually the best media companies in the developing world.
That is a "Who is Who" list.
And I could spend hours talking about them, because they're all kind of heroes.
And I can, but I'll give you just, maybe one, and depending on time I may give you two examples who we work with.
You see we started working in Eastern and Central Europe, and moved to Russia.
Our first loan in Russia was in Chelyabinsk.
I'll bet half of you have never heard of that place.
In the south of Russia there's a guy called Boris Nikolayevich Kirshin, who is running an independent newspaper there.
The city was closed until early '90s because, of all things, they were producing glass for Tupolev planes.
Anyway, he's running independent newspaper there.
After two years working with us, he becomes the most respected newspaper in that small place.
Governor comes to him one day, actually invites him to come to his office.
He goes and sees the governor. The governor says, Boris Nikolayevich, I understand you are doing a great job, and you are the most respected newspaper in our district.
And I want to offer you a deal.
Can you please give me your newspaper for the next nine months, because I have elections -- there are elections coming up in nine months.
I will not run, but it's very important for me who is going to succeed me.
So give me the paper for nine months. I'll give it back to you.
I have no interest in being in media business.
How much would that cost?
Boris Nikolayevich says, "It's not for sale."
The governor says, "We will close you."
Boris Nikolayevich says, "No, you cannot do it."
Six months later the newspaper was closed.
Luckily, we had enough time to help Boris Nikolayevich take all the assets out of that company and bring him into a new one, to get all the subscription lists, rehire staff.
So what the governor got was an empty shell.
But that is what happens if you're in business of independent media, and if you are a banker for independent media.
So it sounds like a great story.
Somewhere down the road we opened a media management center.
We started our media lab, sounds like a real great story.
But there is a second angle to that.
The second angle, like in this clip.
If you take the camera above, you start thinking about these numbers again.
40 million dollars over 10 years spread over 17 countries.
That is not too much, is it?
It's actually just a drop in the sea.
some of the issues that we were talking about last night -- this last session we had about Africa and his hypothetical 50 billion dollars destined for Africa.
All of those, not all, half of those problems mentioned last night -- government accountability, corruption, how do you fight corruption, giving voice to unheard, to poor -- it's why independent media is in business.
And it's why it was invented.
So from that perspective, what we did is just really one drop in the sea of that need that we can identify.
Now ours is just one story.
I'm sure that in this room there are, like, 15 other wonderful stories of nonprofits doing spectacular work. Here is where the problem is, and I'll explain to you as well as I can what the problem is.
And it's called fundraising.
Imagine that this third of this room is filled with people who represent different foundations.
Imagine two thirds over here running excellent organizations, doing very important work.
Now imagine that every second person over here is deaf, does not hear, and switch the lights off.
Now that is how difficult it is to match people from this side of the room with people of that side of the room.
So we thought that some kind of a big idea is needed to reform, to totally rethink fundraising.
You know, instead of people running in this dark, trying to find their own match, who will be willing, who has the same goals.
Instead of all of that we thought there is -- something new needs to be invented.
And we came up with this idea of issuing bonds, press freedom bonds.
If there are investors willing to finance U.S. government budget deficit, why wouldn't we find investors willing to finance press freedom deficit?
We've decided to do it this fall; we will issue them, probably in denominations of 1,000 dollars.
I don't want to advertise them too much; that's not the point.
But the point is, if we ever survive to actually issue them, find enough investors that this can be considered a success, to start to issue bonds next spring.
And those can be environmental bonds.
And then two weeks later, Iqbal Quadir can issue his electricity in Bangladesh bonds.
And before you know it, any social cause can be actually financed in this way.
Now we do daydreaming in 11:30 with 55 seconds left.
But let's take the idea further.
You do it, you start it in the States, because it's, you know, concepts are very, very close to American minds.
But you can actually bring it to Europe, too.
You can bring it to Asia.
You can, once you have all of those different points, you can make it easy for investors.
Put all of those bonds at one place and they sit down and click.
Once you have more than 10 of them you have to develop some kind of a matrix.
What do investors get?
On one side financial, on the other side social.
So that brings the idea of some kind of rating agency, Morningstar type.
It says, you know, social impact over here is spectacular, five stars.
Financial, they give you one percent, only one star.
Now take it to the last step.
Once you have all of that put together, there's not one reason why you couldn't actually have a marketplace for all of that, where you cannot dispose of all of those bonds in a pretty quick way.
And in that way you organize the financing so there are no dark rooms, no blind people running around to find each other.
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ããããã®åãããããšé³Žã£ãã | The lightning that struck from above brought Mitrof back to consciousness. He instinctively swung the metal bar and caught the lightning.
The moment he caught the lightning, the goblin soldier started to move. Although it appeared to be large, like a troll, it was smaller when approached. However, its movements looked light.
Mitrof gave up on the door behind him and, keeping distance from the goblin soldier, turned to the right to get away from the goat-skullhead-oldwoman.
He desperately needed a place to avoid them. Approaching the goat-skullhead-oldwoman was also terrifying.
His mind continued to race, trying to figure out what to do.
âBlanc Manje, do you have any good ideas on how to open the door?â
âEither the guardian dies or the challenger diesâthatâs the only way.â
âIs there a way to open it from the outside?â
âI have never heard of one.â
âThen, we have to win.â
â...Yes, we have to win.â
Blanc Manje knows that Mitrof is being stubborn. Mitrof gritted his teeth as he heard Blanc Manjeâs humorless laughter in his ear.
Being chased by the goblin soldier, Mitrof made up his mind. He stopped and faced his enemy, trying to see through its movements.
The silence of thought came over him. Mitrof was getting used to the enhancement of the mind, thanks to âsublimation.â He found the immersion in his changed thoughts to be terrifying, as if he had become someone else. But he had no choice but to rely on it now. Mitrof accepted the transformation of his thoughts and concentrated only on what was before him.
The goblin soldier raised his sword. The arm had a movable range, a fulcrum, and a point of force. The trajectory of the arm swinging from shoulder to overhead was limited. No matter how big its body became, the skeleton did not change.
As the axe was swung down, Mitrof avoided its trajectory.
Then, he immediately ran off to create some distance.
In the midst of it, there was light. Lightning struck the lightning rod, which extended sideways. The goat-skullhead-oldwoman was aiming at his flank.
They were not breathing in sync. Mitrof could not feel the same level of intelligence in the goblin soldier as he did in the goat-skullhead-oldwoman. During the monsterâs rampage of instinct, the demon intended to shoot the lightning.
âDamn, what a nuisance...!â
Mitrof moves faster than the goblin soldier.
With Blanc Manje on his back, Mitrof ran towards the goat-skullhead-oldwoman. If he could take out one of them, he might find a way out.
A lightning bolt was aimed at Mitrof as he ran straight. He caught it with the lightning rod. The chain dragged along the ground, shimmering.
The goat-skullhead-oldwoman tilted her head and floated lightly. The hem of her tattered coat spread out, leaving only darkness inside and no physical body visible. She slid through the air and retreated. The tip of Mitrofâs stab sword scraped against the ground.
âHey! Donât hit the ground! The tip is very delicate!â
âMitrof-san, now is not the time for that.â
Blanc Manjeâs hand around his neck tapped lightly. When he looked back, the goblin soldier with a horned helmet was charging.
âF*ck you!â
âYou have a foul mouth.â
âMy apologies for being rude in front of a lady!â
Although it was a situation to be worried about, Mitrofâs thoughts remained calm. The emotions that arose from panic or anger receded like waves before they could explode.
Mitrof made a calm decision to stay in place and draw the goblin soldierâs attention completely before nimbly dodging its attack.
The goblin soldier couldnât stop in time and smashed its head into the wall. Stones and dirt fell off, and the impact was deafening. Mitrof had hoped for more, but the goblin soldier didnât seem to care and shook off the dirt from its upper body.
During a brief rest, Mitrof regulated his breathing. Although it was possible to avoid it with a clear mind, there was nothing he could do if his body couldnât keep up. He needed to use his resourcesâhis staminaâsparingly.
âââIâm getting off.â
âWhat?â
Mitrof tightly grasped Blanc Manjeâs legs as they fidgeted on his back, trying to get off on their own.
âKyaa! W-Where are you touching?!â
âBecause you are trying to get off on your ownâI donât mean anything else.â
âIâm just a burden!â
âYouâre not a burdenâbesides, with your injured leg, you wonât be able to avoid going down.â
âBut you can.â
âWhat about you?â
â...Iâll manage somehow.â
âYouâre surprisingly dumb, you know.â
âWhat?! Thatâs too rudeââ Huh?!â
Mitrof revolved to catch the lightning that came flying from the side. Blanc Manje clung to Mitrofâs neck.
âThatâs it! Itâs coming!â
Mitrof took a breath and braced himself. The goblin soldier rushed towards him, but this time he stopped firmly.
Dodging. now swept with his left hand. Jumping backward. Ramming the goblin, running to avoid.
The occurrence of the attack is easy to understand. Because of its huge body, like a troll, he has the same room to dodge. The experience gained from battling with the âRed-Eyedâ troll has made Mitrofâs movements precise. âItâs okay. I can avoid them.â
âBehind you!â
There was no time to turn around. Trusting Blanc Manjeâs words, Mitrof raised his arm and directed the lightning rod behind him. Vibrations and thunderâthe lightning bolt was caught.
Before him, a goblin soldier brandished its axe.
ââThis guy doesnât know how to hold back. Always swinging wildly... so there is time to dodge.
Before the axe could be swung down, Mitrof rotated on his toes. The lightning rod struck the hand that held the axe before it could hit him. The thorns of electricity tangled around it.
A burst of air exploded. The goblin soldier cried out in surprise, letting go of the axe and recoiling his hand.
In that opening, Mitrof withdrew and caught his breath.
â...Youâre light on your feet.â
âYouâre saying that you didnât expect that, despite what you saw?â
He breathed roughly.
â...Iâm sorry. I got in the wayâplease catch your breath.â
Feeling concerned, Mitrof started the conversation this time.
âIâve noticed somethingâit seems that lightning bolts canât be used repeatedlyâphew... if you dodge once, youâll have some leeway until the next lightning bolt.â
Swallowing their fear by speaking, they shared their fear to maintain their determination to fight. They talked about not giving up.
âBefore entering this room, I asked âhimâ to call for helpâCanule should be coming.â
â...But the door wonât open.â
â...You are relying on them, then.â
Relying on themâthose words sounded surprisingly unexpected to Mitrof.
âYes, I am relying on themâI should have done it from the beginning.â
Should not have come here alone, should not have stubbornly clung to childish thoughts of wanting to prove oneself. He thought so, even though he knew it was futile.
âMy friends are comingâjust the thought of that gives me hope.â
â...Yes, youâre rightâhaving someone you can rely on is reassuring.â
Mitrof tightened his grip on the lightning rod. The skin of an âelectric catfishâ wrapped around its handle was slightly burned. Mitrof chose to ignore it.
âYou should have relied on me tooâdonât fight alone.â
âI donât have anyone I can depend onâI have to help everyone myself.â
âIf thatâs the case, you should have just asked me for helpâif we came together from the beginning, we could have made things a little easier.â
Mitrof caught lightning that struck from above. His index finger numbed slightly. Without time to worry, he received a strike from the goblin soldier.
He couldnât dodge too much. Needless movements would turn into fatigue later. He had to be minimal and efficient. He even needed to save his breath.
With peaceful thoughts, Mitrof kept watch. The goblin soldier swung an ax in his hand. For Mitrof, it was fortunate that the soldier was attached to the weapon.
The ax would cut Mitrof in half.
But whether it was a fist, an arm swing, or a slap, as long as it hit, it was over.
As long as itâs fixated on the axe weapon, Mitrof only has to avoid the blade.
A chill ran up his spine. Avoiding something you know will kill you means barely avoiding it. Death is within reach.
âBlanc Manje, are you scared?â
âââHow could I not be scared?â
âYeah, me tooâhold on tightâI wonât let them hit us.â
âYouâre quite the reliable gentleman, arenât you?!â
Blanc Manjeâs tone jumped at Mitrofâs sudden movement.
Within reach of the goblin soldier, Mitrof stepped forward. With the girl on his back and a long pole in his hand, he spun in rhythm to the inaudible music.
Mitrof danced the waltz on the verge of death.
To move oneâs feet, to shift oneâs body weight. Noble parties sometimes last until late at night, and one may dance many times. Under the watchful eye of his private tutor holding a cane, Mitrofâs dance training once lasted for hours.
He was not good at running. However, dancing had seeped into his body. How he could minimize fatigue, dance with ease, and conserve his stamina. As long as he danced, he would not die. The waltz would not cross the line of death.
For a large body like his, the partnerâs embrace was like the eye of a typhoon.
Approaching within touching distance of his legs and then moving away, suddenly it would seem like he was far away, but then he would turn and enter again.
The goblin soldier swung his axe more forcefully in frustration at the quick prey. He didnât realize that this made his movements repetitive.
Mitrof remained calm, his eyes fixed. In his hand was the hollow iron rod. No matter how much he attacked, it was a pointless, long object. By discarding the means of attack, Mitrofâs consciousness was focused solely on âavoidingâ the enemyâs movements.
He looked at his opponent, perceiving their gaze, breath, and movements. Then he moved in sync with those movements. It was undoubtedly a dance with the goblin soldier as his partner, and their breathing was in sync, with Mitrof leading.
With his strengthened mental acuity, Mitrof could read the goblin soldierâs movements, gradually understanding âitââwhat he wanted and how he moved. It was as if they were dancing hand in hand, knowing each otherâs intentions.
In the corner of his vision, Mitrof saw the goat-skullhead-oldwoman. She raised her sword to cast a lightning bolt, but her aim was not precise. âDemonsâ had intelligence, and Mitrof understood that if she were to cast lightning, she would involve the goblin soldier.
Lightning has the tendency to strike at its highest point.
It was written in the book.
As long as Mitrof and the goblin soldier stood side by side, thunder would strike the goblin soldier.
Even when casting magic from the side, the goblin soldier was a bigger target, and Mitrof continued to move, changing his position.
âIntelligenceâ prioritizes rational judgment. Therefore, lightning does not strike -.
Faced with the threat, he did not run away. Thatâs why he saw the opportunity to come back from the brink of death. Even in the face of death, Mitrof clings to a glimmer of hope by moving forward.
How many times has he repeated this?
It feels like hours have passed, but it could also be just a few minutes.
It feels like Blanc Manje has spoken to him several times. He thinks he replied, but his memory is hazy, perhaps because his mind is in turmoil.
One mistake, and they will die. Both he and Blanc Manje carry the weight of life, literally.
Mitrof has repeatedly wanted to shout and run away from responsibility and fear. He wanted to step back from this place and take a big breath.
But each time, a terribly calm part of him held him back.
He knows that if he runs away from here, he will die. Thereâs no redoing it. Once his heart breaks, itâs impossible to recover. The courage to return to the fear of death cannot be restored.
So he just keeps moving his feet and dances with the goblin soldier in unison, forever, until he reaches his limit. But when will that be?
Unbeknownst to him, the sound of the wind grows louder and louder. The dry friction sound that sounds like a gust of autumn wind seems like a distant problem thatâs coming from his throat.
Sweat is pouring out all over his face. Droplets are falling. Before the sweat running down his forehead can reach his eyes, Blanc Manje pushes it away.
Trying not to get in Mitrofâs way, trying not to lose his balance, Blanc Manje clings to him like a piece of luggage. The two have become one without realizing it.
âHow much longer can I hold on?â Mitrof doesnât know. All his fatigue and everything else has melted away, and he canât even feel his own moving bodies. Even though his breathing should be difficult and painful, Mitrof oddly feels comfortable.
He could stay like this forever.
It was a feeling he couldnât understand, even though it was his own. It was unknown, but not frightening. It was pleasant. He wanted to bathe in this feeling forever. Everything was perfectly in sync.
The goat-skullhead-oldwoman tilted her head. She was waiting for Mitrof to let go. Otherwise, the lightning would strike the goblin soldier. However, Mitrof did not let go. There was nothing she could do.
The long hair, mixed with white and black, swayed. The jawbone made a creaking sound.
The âdemon,â a superior species to the monsters, possessed intelligence. Intelligence is the power to think and learn. The goat-skullhead-oldwoman observed the scene in front of her, learned from it, and came up with an answer.
She raised her thrusting sword and produced lightning in the void. And then she dropped the thunderboltâonto the goblin soldier swinging its axe.
A scream.
And shock.
The lightning that struck the goblin soldier jumped to Mitrof, who was right beside the goblin soldier, running down from the axe.
Mitrof could not respond to the phenomenon known as a âside impact.â The goblin soldier absorbed the majority of the lightning, and only a small portion struck Mitrof. Nevertheless, it was enough to knock him over, and it was an excellent blow to break his concentration.
The goat-skullhead-oldwoman had learned.
It would be good to involve the goblin soldier as well. Even if Mitrof died, the goblin soldier would not. After all, âhumansâ are fragile creatures.
As the goblin soldier directed his anger and roar towards her, the goat-skullhead-oldwoman returned with a laughing voice like a song.
While listening to the singing voice, Mitrof propped himself up on his elbow.
Numbness spread throughout his body. However, his body was still able to move, but the lack of oxygen was suffocating him. In the midst of the agony that felt like his head was being squeezed, Mitrof was desperately breathing.
His heart was beating so violently that it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. His legs were unable to bear any weight, whether it was due to fatigue or the thunderbolt attack.
F*ck, f*ck, f*ckââ
The same word was spinning in his head.
Things were going well until he was interrupted. He had been done in again by that goat-skullhead-oldwoman.
Mitrof tried to stand up, but his body felt heavy, as if a boulder were on his back. He lifted his head, and the goblin soldier barked at the goat-skullhead-oldwoman, then remembered Mitrof and turned his gaze towards him, approaching him.
Mitrof reached for the alluring invitation to give up.
He was completely exhausted. If he were to fall asleep right now, how comfortable would it be? âIâve done enough...â
Then, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a trembling whisper came out.
âIâll buy some timeâyou go near the doorâhelp might arrive.â
Blanc Manje stood to protect Mitrof.
Her back was small, and her burned legs were just barely able to support her weight. Nevertheless, she drew her sword and faced the goblin soldier.
âBlanc Manje! You should be the one to run!â
âAra, can you say that again once you stand on two legs?â
âDonât you have too much of a mouth on you!â
Mitrof pounded his fist against his thigh. He couldnât just give up while being protected by a lady. As a nobleman, that was not allowed, as it involved his pride as a man.
âIâm fine. Thanks to you, I was able to rest a bitâonly if itâs just one hit.â
The goblin soldier swung his axe horizontally.
Mitrof yelled, reaching out his hand, but it couldnât reach. âââHe watched as a red line cut through the goblin soldierâs body.
The hatchet twirled through the air and rolled on the ground. Mitrof starred in a daze as the upper half of the goblin soldierâs body fell slantingly downward. The cut edge had charred, and not a single drop of blood had scattered.
In the stance of swinging her sword, Blanc Manje collapsed on the spot.
âBlanc Manje!â
Mitrof crawled over and hugged Blanc Manje, revealing a face usually hidden under the hood. Mitrof held his breath.
â...Iâm fine. I just used up too much magical power, Mitrof-sanâyou should... escape.â
Blanc Manje barely moved her arm, which had no more strength than that of a child, and pointed to the door.
The goblin soldier, the âguardian,â was dead. Therefore, the seal on the door must have been lifted. If they could make it there, they could make it back alive.
âI see, so you were quietly clinging to my back for that one attackâwell done! Alright, alright, Blanc Manje, weâre going to make it back alive!â
â...â
Mitrof looked back, but there was no response from Blanc Manje. Her eyelids were closed. Mitrof quickly put his hand over Blanc Manjeâs mouth.
âSheâs breathing, but weak.â
Magic power is said to be like blood. If too much is lost, a person will die.
Blanc Manje had released that one blow, diminishing her own life force. She had resolved to rot here.
Mitrof looked up.
The goat-skullhead-oldwoman had emerged from the shadows of the pillar. She moved her head from side to side, and her singing voice echoed from her mouth.
If he looked away (abandoning Blanc Manje), there was a door. He could return from there.
a cheap inn bed.
salty food from a food stall.
Submerging up to his shoulders in a bath and drinking milk ale to quench his dry throat.
He had little physical strength remaining. An unconscious person would be as heavy as a bag filled with water.
The goat-skullhead-oldwoman couldnât overlook the sloppy movements that led to Blanc Manje being carried on Mitrofâs back.
Mitrof swallowed hard. | {
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Usually, when it comes to the dark territory you leave everything for the church to handle. Besides, with the Holy Church on the move, obediently staying home is the best choice.
However, the girl before Bagil said that she wanted to search herself.
As a matter of course, Bagil tried to stop her. He couldnât just casually send people to their death.
ãI cannot allow it. I witnessed your power in the finals, and it wonât be enough. Please, think it throughã
Bagilâs words were theoretically true. It was impossible for Selena to venture into the dark territory and come back alive with her strength.
It would have been fine with to venture into the dark territory close to the Leiria Kingdom, but deep inside it, you could easily find even stronger monsters.
Selena of now wasnât capable of surviving in the depth of the dark territory. And unfortunately, Moka was brought quite deep. []
Selena was aware that she was pushing her limits. However, she was a daughter who wanted to save her mother herself.
Selena desperately came up with a reason.
ãBut every person counts......ã
ãThat is true. But including a magician unfamiliar with our tactics is only adding another victimã
It was cruel but it was true.
By including an amateur in the already formed team, you can endanger everyoneâs lives. If a newcomer performs poorly, the whole team might be wiped out.
ãBut......ã
ãIt is regretful, but leave it to us and give upã
Selena gave up persuading Bagil. She may indeed become a nuisance. However, she had her trusted comrades.
ãThen Iâm going tooã
ãMe tooã
Mona and Aishi proposed to accompany her. In their eyes, Selena saw the color of determination. []
However, even with the two of them, Bagilâs answer was unchanged. Even if they are excellent, they are still the students, it is too early for them to venture out into the dark territory.
ãHa, I wonât allow it even with the two of you. In the first place, you know nothing about the dark territory. I canât allow such people to venture outã
An ignorant person venturing into the dark territory. Such person is either an idiot or wants to commit suicide.
When the churchâs army goes into the dark territory for the first time, it happens only after a lot of hard training and only on the outskirts.
A squad consisting of people, who already experienced the dark territory for themselves, also accompanies them. And only after they get used to the dark territory, they are allowed to go deeper.
Nevertheless, Selenaâs group, although capable, was completely ignorant of the dangers inside. In these circumstances, they couldnât be anything but a burden to the team.
Bagil didnât let go and released his killing intent in their direction. It was for the sake of letting them experience the difference and make them give up.
Once they felt his killing intent, they become unable to move or speak. He intended to remind them of the gap between them.
But when the three were about to give up, someone disrupted his killing intent.
ãWhat would you say if I go with them?ã
It was, of course, Seiyaâs voice. He had a relaxed expression, almost as if he didnât feel anything.
ãWhat are your thoughts, Kiritsuna Seiya?ã
ãI said, I will lend them a handã
ãDo you understand what you are saying?ã
Asked Bagil with a blaming tone.
The addition of Seiya to the team wonât make it any weaker.
Bagil understood his strength and considered him an individual of great ability. However, at the same time, the risk of revealing his dark powers to the church was great.
If his power was ever revealed, the Holy Church would become his enemy. And if that ever happens, the special magician, Raiga Arunia will become an enemy of the church too.
No one wanted to witness such an outcome.
Bagil didnât want that to happen, so he tried to stop him.
ãWith you in our team, our strength will soar, but you should be aware of the underlying problems. Do you know what I mean? ã
ãYeah, I know. More than that, tell me the number of people in your squadã
ãNumbers? I planned to send six teams of six people.....ã
Hearing his words, Seiya grinned.
ãUnderstood. I and the student council makes fourã
ãI will also go with Seiya......ã
When Yua agreed, a young voice appeared in his head.
(Lily too!)
ãApparently Lily too. Now we have sixã
Yua wants to save Moka. She was kidnapped before and emphasized with her.
If she didnât meet Seiya back them, no one knows where she would have been right now. I was saved by Seiya before, so I will save someone myself.
Besides, she couldnât let Seiya go alone.
The same was true for Lily. From the moment they entered the conference room, Seiya transmitted her the gist of the conversation.
Lily too wanted to save Moka. Because she was her friendâs mother and was always kind and gentle to her.
Nari helped me when I was in peril on my first day. Thatâs why itâs time for me to help her.
I want Nari to smile. Besides, no one could foretell what would happen if she separates from Seiya too far.
The two were determined. Seiyaâs determination was there too. Seiya didnât do it for Selena or Moka, he did it for Nari.
She was nice to Seiyaâs group, who just transferred.
Nari took care of Lily when she was worried. On top of that, she let them see the information on their opponents.
Thatâs why it is my turn to help. Besides, he knew that Lily and Yua wanted to save her too.
ãYou donât mean the six of you, right?ã
ãI do. Three amongst us have experienced the dark territory, it should be enoughã
The student council members doubted their hearing when they heard Seiya.
Experiencing the dark territory at his age was clearly abnormal. Moreover, there were three of them.
Selenaâs trio watched him weird eyes, you could see ãWho the hell is this guy? ã written inside.
On the other hand, Bagil contemplated. Certainly, with Seiyaâs trio, he could relax. The six of them might be even stronger than the churchâs teams.
However, the other problem was still present.
The problem regarding Mokaâs location. In reality, he had certain speculations. But it wasnât a place where he could casually dispatch his troops. Thatâs why the response was delayed.
Bagil steeled himself and made the decision.
ãAll right. I will allow the six of you to venture out. I will handle the formalities, so please wait outsideã
ãThanksã
Everyone tried to leave the room, just as he told them too. But then, Bagil stopped only Seiya from going outside.
ãWait, Kiritsuna Seiya. Letâs talk with just the two of usã
From Bagilâs expression, Seiya understood the content to a certain extent. Bagil still hid something.
Seiya took his seat again and the rest of them left the room. Then, he asked.
ãSo, what is it?ã
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Duke shook his head at my words.
If Duke couldnât understand it, Iâm sure I couldnât either.
Duke and I were researching the days before Aliciaâs personality changed in the schoolâs empty old library.
Not long ago, I had turned twelve and had a big celebration at the Williamsâ house. Alan still didnât like me, but Henry, Albert, and Arnold had been too kind to me, and I had hoped to see Aliciaâs mother, but she was away on an errand that day.
Of course, Duke congratulated me. He handed me an envelope, which I havenât opened yet.
It was then that I told him about the rose that had bloomed the day before Aliciaâs personality had changed.
âNo matter how much research I did, I couldnât find any information about the black rose. I wish I could have actually seen it in person.â
âThatâs not the point~! I have good news!â
A high-pitched voice echoes in my ears as Mel comes into our line of sight, cheeks puffed out, and Henry is behind her, a wry smile on his face.
I felt like a parent struggling with a disobedient child.
âWhat?â
âAlialiâs certification as a Saint was successfully completed!! Yay!â
Alicia was definitely going to kill her... Mel, thank you so much for everything youâve done.
I mean, I didnât know it was possible to do it without her... all of Aliciaâs hard work up to this point had gone down the drain. She desperately wanted to be a villain, but now sheâs getting the polar opposite of what she expected.
âIâm happy for her, but itâs kind of complicated.â
Everyone nodded at my words.
âNormally, this is something one should be happy about, right?â
âI wonder if Aliali will be angry because we did it without her permission. But if we donât do this, Duke wonât be able to marry Aliali!â
Mel raised her voice after Henry muttered.
Indeed, that was true as well. In order for Duke to marry Alicia, he would have to certify her as a saint.
âI guess itâs easier than expected.â
âSaint status? Nope, it normally wouldnât be that easy, you know?â
My response was met with an exaggerated reaction from Mel.
âHow did you do it?â
âI went to see His Majesty the King. Then, when I requested for her to be approved as a Saint, it was immediately processed.â
âThatâs too easy!â
âGilles, you have no idea how hard it is to get an audience with His Majesty the King. Well, I used my connections with Duke.â
âWhat did you say about Alicia?â
Henry came into the conversation between Mel and me.
I was curious about that, too. I wondered if Mel could talk to His Majesty the King without being rude....
âWell, of course, Aliali has smooth skin, those beautiful golden eyes that everyone is glued to, sheâs cute, super beautiful, and invincible...â
âThatâs not exactly what I overheard.â
Duke interrupted Mel.
âMy father told me that Aliciaâs accomplishments to date were explained in great detail and that she passionately stated that Alicia already had the credentials to be a saint.â
Then, with a grin, Duke smiled. Seeing this, Melâs face turned red, and she yelled.
âDuke!!! I canât believe it!!! Iâm going to have to tell Alicia about this prince!â
For what itâs worth, Mel was loyal to Duke.
âYou must not tell Alicia. Sheâll know youâve certified her as a saint.â
âOh, thatâs right.â
âLetâs keep Alicia in the dark about this for now.â
Mel nodded in agreement to Henryâs suggestion, and Duke gave a small âYeahâ as he stood next to her.
âI donât think weâll be able to keep it a secret for long. Well, even if it does get out, I had nothing to do with her being named a saint.â
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Strangely enough, I always get the same three answers.
One, "Because it works," which is a great answer; that's why I Google, too.
Two, somebody will say, "I really don't know of any alternatives."
It's not an equally great answer and my reply to that is usually, "Try to Google the word 'search engine,' you may find a couple of interesting alternatives."
And last but not least, thirdly, inevitably, one student will raise her or his hand and say, "With Google, I'm certain to always get the best, unbiased search result."
Certain to always get the best, unbiased search result.
Now, as a man of the humanities, albeit a digital humanities man, that just makes my skin curl, even if I, too, realize that that trust, that idea of the unbiased search result is a cornerstone in our collective love for and appreciation of Google.
I will show you why that, philosophically, is almost an impossibility.
But let me first elaborate, just a little bit, on a basic principle behind each search query that we sometimes seem to forget.
So whenever you set out to Google something, start by asking yourself this: "Am I looking for an isolated fact?"
What is the capital of France?
What are the building blocks of a water molecule?
Great -- Google away.
There's not a group of scientists who are this close to proving that it's actually London and H30.
You don't see a big conspiracy among those things.
We agree, on a global scale, what the answers are to these isolated facts.
But if you complicate your question just a little bit and ask something like, "Why is there an Israeli-Palestine conflict?"
You're not exactly looking for a singular fact anymore, you're looking for knowledge, which is something way more complicated and delicate.
And to get to knowledge, you have to bring 10 or 20 or 100 facts to the table and acknowledge them and say, "Yes, these are all true."
But because of who I am, young or old, black or white, gay or straight, I will value them differently.
And I will say, "Yes, this is true, but this is more important to me than that."
And this is where it becomes interesting, because this is where we become human.
This is when we start to argue, to form society.
And to really get somewhere, we need to filter all our facts here, through friends and neighbors and parents and children and coworkers and newspapers and magazines, to finally be grounded in real knowledge, which is something that a search engine is a poor help to achieve.
So, I promised you an example just to show you why it's so hard to get to the point of true, clean, objective knowledge -- as food for thought.
I will conduct a couple of simple queries, search queries.
We'll start with "Michelle Obama," the First Lady of the United States.
And we'll click for pictures.
It works really well, as you can see.
It's a perfect search result, more or less.
It's just her in the picture, not even the President.
How does this work?
Quite simple.
Google uses a lot of smartness to achieve this, but quite simply, they look at two things more than anything.
First, what does it say in the caption under the picture on each website?
Does it say "Michelle Obama" under the picture?
Pretty good indication it's actually her on there.
Second, Google looks at the picture file, the name of the file as such uploaded to the website.
Again, is it called "MichelleObama.jpeg"?
Pretty good indication it's not Clint Eastwood in the picture.
So, you've got those two and you get a search result like this -- almost.
Now, in 2009, Michelle Obama was the victim of a racist campaign, where people set out to insult her through her search results.
There was a picture distributed widely over the Internet where her face was distorted to look like a monkey.
And that picture was published all over.
And people published it very, very purposefully, to get it up there in the search results.
They made sure to write "Michelle Obama" in the caption and they made sure to upload the picture as "MichelleObama.jpeg," or the like.
You get why -- to manipulate the search result.
And it worked, too.
So when you picture-Googled for "Michelle Obama" in 2009, that distorted monkey picture showed up among the first results.
Now, the results are self-cleansing, and that's sort of the beauty of it, because Google measures relevance every hour, every day.
However, Google didn't settle for that this time, they just thought, "That's racist and it's a bad search result and we're going to go back and clean that up manually.
We are going to write some code and fix it," which they did.
And I don't think anyone in this room thinks that was a bad idea.
Me neither.
But then, a couple of years go by, and the world's most-Googled Anders, Anders Behring Breivik, did what he did.
This is July 22 in 2011, and a terrible day in Norwegian history.
This man, a terrorist, blew up a couple of government buildings walking distance from where we are right now in Oslo, Norway and then he traveled to the island of UtÞya and shot and killed a group of kids.
Almost 80 people died that day.
And a lot of people would describe this act of terror as two steps, that he did two things: he blew up the buildings and he shot those kids.
It's not true.
It was three steps.
He blew up those buildings, he shot those kids, and he sat down and waited for the world to Google him.
And he prepared all three steps equally well.
And if there was somebody who immediately understood this, it was a Swedish web developer, a search engine optimization expert in Stockholm, named Nikke Lindqvist.
He's also a very political guy and he was right out there in social media, on his blog and Facebook.
And he told everybody, "If there's something that this guy wants right now, it's to control the image of himself.
Let's see if we can distort that.
Let's see if we, in the civilized world, can protest against what he did through insulting him in his search results."
And how?
He told all of his readers the following, "Go out there on the Internet, find pictures of dog poop on sidewalks -- find pictures of dog poop on sidewalks -- publish them in your feeds, on your websites, on your blogs.
Make sure to write the terrorist's name in the caption, make sure to name the picture file "Breivik.jpeg."
Let's teach Google that that's the face of the terrorist."
And it worked.
Two years after that campaign against Michelle Obama, this manipulation campaign against Anders Behring Breivik worked.
If you picture-Googled for him weeks after the July 22 events from Sweden, you'd see that picture of dog poop high up in the search results, as a little protest.
Strangely enough, Google didn't intervene this time.
They did not step in and manually clean those search results up.
So the million-dollar question, is there anything different between these two happenings here?
Is there anything different between what happened to Michelle Obama and what happened to Anders Behring Breivik?
Of course not.
It's the exact same thing, yet Google intervened in one case and not in the other.
Why?
Because Michelle Obama is an honorable person, that's why, and Anders Behring Breivik is a despicable person.
See what happens there?
An evaluation of a person takes place and there's only one power-player in the world with the authority to say who's who.
"We like you, we dislike you.
We believe in you, we don't believe in you.
You're right, you're wrong. You're true, you're false.
You're Obama, and you're Breivik."
That's power if I ever saw it.
So I'm asking you to remember that behind every algorithm is always a person, a person with a set of personal beliefs that no code can ever completely eradicate.
And my message goes out not only to Google, but to all believers in the faith of code around the world.
You need to identify your own personal bias.
You need to understand that you are human and take responsibility accordingly.
And I say this because I believe we've reached a point in time when it's absolutely imperative that we tie those bonds together again, tighter: the humanities and the technology.
Tighter than ever.
And, if nothing else, to remind us that that wonderfully seductive idea of the unbiased, clean search result is, and is likely to remain, a myth.
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So I wanted to be a poet when I grew up.
But I almost didn't go to college until an aunt offered financial help.
I went to study in Sambalpur, the largest town in the region, where, already in college, I saw a television for the first time.
I had dreams of going to the United States for higher studies.
When the opportunity came, I crossed two oceans, with borrowed money for airfare and only a $20 bill in my pocket.
In the U.S., I worked in a research center, part-time, while taking graduate classes in economics.
And with the little I earned, I would finance myself and then I would send money home to my brother and my father.
My story is not unique.
There are millions of people who migrate each year.
With the help of the family, they cross oceans, they cross deserts, they cross rivers, they cross mountains.
They risk their lives to realize a dream, and that dream is as simple as having a decent job somewhere so they can send money home and help the family, which has helped them before.
There are 232 million international migrants in the world.
These are people who live in a country other than their country of birth.
If there was a country made up of only international migrants, that would be larger, in population, than Brazil.
That would be larger, in its size of the economy, than France.
Some 180 million of them, from poor countries, send money home regularly.
Those sums of money are called remittances.
Here is a fact that might surprise you: 413 billion dollars, 413 billion dollars was the amount of remittances sent last year by migrants to developing countries.
Migrants from developing countries, money sent to developing countries â 413 billion dollars.
That's a remarkable number because that is three times the size of the total of development aid money.
And yet, you and I, my colleagues in Washington, we endlessly debate and discuss about development aid, while we ignore remittances as small change.
True, people send 200 dollars per month, on average. But, repeated month after month, by millions of people, these sums of money add up to rivers of foreign currency.
So India, last year, received 72 billion dollars, larger than its IT exports.
In Egypt remittances are three times the size of revenues from the Suez Canal.
In Tajikistan, remittances are 42 percent of GDP.
And in poorer countries, smaller countries, fragile countries, as in Somalia or in Haiti.
No wonder these flows have huge impacts on economies and on poor people.
Remittances, unlike private investment money, sign of trouble in the country.
They actually act like an insurance.
When the family is in trouble, facing hardship, facing hard times, remittances increase, they act like an insurance.
Migrants send more money then.
Unlike development aid money, that must go through official agencies, through governments, remittances directly reach the poor, reach the family, and often with business advice.
So in Nepal, the share of poor people was 42 percent in 1995, the share of poor people in the population.
By 2005, a decade later, at a time of political crisis, economic crisis, the share of poor people went down to 31 percent.
That decline in poverty, most of it, about half of it, is believed to be because of remittances from India, another poor country.
In El Salvador, the school dropout rate among children is lower in families that receive remittances.
In Mexico and Sri Lanka, the birth weight of children is higher among families that receive remittances.
Remittances are dollars wrapped with care.
Migrants send money home for food, for buying necessities, for building houses, for funding education, for funding healthcare for the elderly, for business investments for friends and family.
Migrants send even more money home for special occasions like a surgery or a wedding. And migrants also send money, perhaps far too many times, for unexpected funerals that they cannot attend.
Much as these flows do all that good, there are barriers to these flows of remittances, these 400 billion dollars of remittances.
Foremost among them is the exorbitant cost of sending money home.
Money transfer companies structure their fees to milk the poor.
They will say, "Up to 500 dollars if you want to send, we will charge you 30 dollars fixed."
If you are poor and if you have only 200 dollars to send, you have to pay that $30 fee.
The global average cost of sending money is eight percent.
That means you send 100 dollars, the family on the other side receives only 92 dollars.
To send money to Africa, the cost is even higher: 12 percent.
To send money within Africa, the cost is even higher: over 20 percent.
For example, sending money from Benin to Nigeria.
And then there is the case of Venezuela, where, because of exchange controls, you send 100 dollars and you are lucky if the family on the other side receives even 10 dollars.
Of course, nobody sends money to Venezuela through the official channel.
It all goes in suitcases.
Whereever costs are high, money goes underground.
And what is worse, many developing countries actually have a blanket ban on sending money out of the country.
Many rich nations also have a blanket ban on sending money to specific countries.
So, is it that there are no options, no better options, cheaper options, to send money?
There are.
M-Pesa in Kenya enables people to send money and receive money at a fixed cost of only 60 cents per transaction.
U.S. Fed started a program with Mexico to enable money service businesses to send money to Mexico for a fixed cost of only 67 cents per transaction.
And yet, these faster, cheaper, better options can't be applied internationally because of the fear of money laundering, even though there is little data to support any connection, any significant connection between money laundering and these small remittance transactions.
Many international banks now are wary of hosting bank accounts of money service businesses, especially those serving Somalia.
Somalia, a country where the per capita income is only 250 dollars per year.
Monthly remittances, on average, to Somalia is larger than that amount.
Remittances are the lifeblood of Somalia.
And yet, this is an example of the right hand giving a lot of aid, while the left hand is cutting the lifeblood to that economy, through regulations.
Then there is the case of poor people from villages, like me.
In the villages, the only place where you can get money is through the post office.
Most of the governments in the world have allowed their post offices to have exclusive partnerships with money transfer companies.
So, if I have to send money to my father in the village, I must send money through that particular money transfer company, even if the cost is high.
I cannot go to a cheaper option.
This has to go.
So, what can international organizations and social entrepreneurs do to reduce the cost of sending money home?
First, relax regulations on small remittances under 1,000 dollars.
Governments should recognize that small remittances are not money laundering.
Second, governments should abolish exclusive partnerships between their post office and the money transfer company.
For that matter, between the post office and any national banking system that has a large network that serves the poor.
In fact, they should promote competition, open up the partnership so that we will bring down costs like we did, like they did, in the telecommunications industry.
You have seen what has happened there.
Third, large nonprofit philanthropic organizations should create a remittance platform on a nonprofit basis.
They should create a nonprofit remittance platform to serve the money transfer companies so that they can send money at a low cost, while complying with all the complex regulations all over the world.
The development community should set a goal of reducing remittance costs to one percent from the current eight percent.
If we reduce costs to one percent, that would release a saving of 30 billion dollars per year.
Thirty billion dollars, that's larger than the entire bilateral aid budget going to Africa per year.
That is larger than, or almost similar to, the total aid budget of the United States government, the largest donor on the planet.
Actually, the savings would be larger than that 30 billion because remittance channels are also used for aid, trade and investment purposes. Another major impediment to the flow of remittances reaching the family is the large and exorbitant and illegal cost of recruitment, fees that migrants pay, migrant workers pay to laborers who found them the job.
I was in Dubai a few years ago.
I visited a camp for workers.
It was 8 in the evening, dark, hot, humid.
Workers were coming back from their grueling day of work, and I struck a conversation with a Bangladeshi construction worker. He was preoccupied that he is sending money home, he has been sending money home for a few months now, and the money is mostly going to the recruitment agent, to the labor agent who found him that job.
And in my mind, I could picture the wife waiting for the monthly remittance.
The remittance arrives.
She takes the money and hands it over to the recruitment agent, while the children are looking on.
This has to stop.
It is not only construction workers from Bangladesh, it is all the workers. There are millions of migrant workers who suffer from this problem.
A construction worker from Bangladesh, on an average, pays about 4,000 dollars in recruitment fees for a job that gives him only 2,000 dollars per year in income.
That means that for the two years or three years of his life, he is basically sending money to pay for the recruitment fees.
The family doesn't get to see any of it.
It is not only Dubai, it is the dark underbelly of every major city in the world.
It is not only Bangladeshi construction workers, it is workers from all over the world.
It is not only men.
Women are especially vulnerable to recruitment malpractices. One of the most exciting and newest thing happening in the area of remittances is how to mobilize, through innovation, diaspora saving and diaspora giving.
Migrants send money home, but they also save a large amount of money where they live.
Annually, migrant savings are estimated to be 500 billion dollars.
Most of that money is parked in bank deposits that give you zero percent interest rate.
If a country were to come and offer a three percent or four percent interest rate, and then say that the money would be used for building schools, roads, airports, train systems in the country of origin, a lot of migrants would be interested in parting with their money because it's not only financial gains that give them an opportunity to stay engaged with their country's development.
Remittance channels can be used to sell these bonds to migrants because when they come on a monthly basis to send remittances, that's when you can actually sell it to them.
You can also do the same for mobilizing diaspora giving.
I would love to invest in a bullet train system in India to fight malaria in my village.
Remittances are a great way of sharing prosperity between places in a targeted way that benefits those who need them most. Remittances empower people.
We must do all we can to make remittances and recruitment safer and cheaper.
And it can be done.
As for myself, I have been away from India for two decades now.
My wife is a Venezuelan.
My children are Americans.
Increasingly, I feel like a global citizen.
And yet, I am growing nostalgic about my country of birth.
I want to be in India and in the U.S. at the same time.
My parents are not there anymore.
My brothers and sisters have moved on.
There is no real urgency for me to send money home.
And yet, from time to time, I send money home to friends, to relatives, to the village, to be there, to stay engaged â that's part of my identity.
And, I'm still striving to be a poet for the hardworking migrants and their struggle to break free of the cycle of poverty.
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And, so now, when the polar ice caps melt, my recording studio will rise up like an ark, and I'll float off into the drowned world like a character from a J.G. Ballard novel.
During the day, the Nutmeg collects energy from solar panels on the roof of the wheelhouse, and from a 450 watt turbine up the mast.
So that when it gets dark, I've got plenty of power.
And I can light up the Nutmeg like a beacon.
And so I go in there until the early hours of the morning, and I work on new songs.
I'd like to play to you guys, if you're willing to be the first audience to hear it.
It's about Billie Holiday.
And it appears that, some night in 1947 she left her physical space and was missing all night, until she reappeared in the morning.
But I know where she was.
She was with me on my lifeboat.
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In the increasingly deepening darkness, two men surrounded a small fire.
One of them was youthful and didnât appear to be older than . He complained to the other man, his face red, most likely from being drunk.
âI got it. I got it, so calm down Astard...â
The other man was maybe ten years older than the young man. He had an odd aura about him, and his two swords were positioned beside him so he could readily grasp them if necessary.
âIâm going to confess! Iâm going to tell her that I love her!â
âOh, go you... To be honest I doubt whether you could really do it, but Iâll cheer you on.â
As he lifted the young manâs arm that had been placed on his shoulders, Estert replied
âEstert! Youâre such a nice guy! I... I!â
Estertâs statement, on the other hand, had the opposite effect, encouraging the young drunkard. Estert could see tears welling up in Astardâs eyes.
Please spare me...
âOh, Iriem! Youâre the most beautiful person in this world!â
âDo I look like Iriem to you? Go and tell her that when youâre sober!â
âIâm not the same as you or Foldia. I canât say such embarrassing things to her. Estert! Please, tell her in my place...â
âAre you stupid... God damn it! Thatâs why I told you not to start drinking so early! Even if there arenât many Magic Beasts here, it doesnât mean there arenât any...â
Estert cursed his remaining companions who had gone out to survey the region as he scratched the back of his head.
âThose b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲s̲. They left me alone with this drunk. âWeâre going scoutingâ my a̲s̲s̲. They just got away.â
âOh, Iriem! Why did you leave me?!â
âWho would take you with them in this state?! Itâd be easier to tie you up, stuff you in a bag and bring you like that.â
âDo... Do you think that Foldia likes Iriem as well? I-I donât have any chance against him...â
âGood grief. You donât need to worry about that. He only thinks about his sword, his shield, and battle.â
As soon as Astard heard that, he began to joyously shake his head up and down.
âT-Thatâs right. Heâs in love with his sword. Iâm gonna be fine!â
âAlthough I donât know how Iriem feels...â
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âGood grief. What an annoying b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲. If you like her that much, then just tell her. Youâre traveling together, she probably doesnât think of you that badly.â
âEstert!â
âY-You like her too, donât you?â
âHuh?â
âHavenât I told you already? Iâm not a fan of tiny breasts.â
As soon as she heard footsteps approaching her room, Merc awoke and got out of bed.
Now that was a nostalgic dream...
It had been a while since sheâd seen a dream of her past.
At that time, she had mostly fought every single day without having any time to rest. As a result, the time sheâd spent with her friends was irreplaceable and significant to her.
Merc recalled being able to casually laugh during conversations about love and other topics. These memories remained her most valuable possession.
âMerc, are you up?â
Merc, who was reminiscing about the good old days, turned to face the door after hearing a couple of knocks.
Totoara, who was staying at the same inn in the City of Logholt as her, had knocked on the door. Because Merc had deduced Totoaraâs identity by the sound of her footsteps, she wasnât surprised when she heard her knock.
âYea, Iâm up. Whatâs up?â
âNothing much, I just figured we might go and grab breakfast together.â
âThatâs a good idea. You go ahead. Iâll come after getting dressed.â
Totoara replied in a cheerful manner and left. Merc got up and swiftly changed into clothing that she considered comfortable to fight in.
She then adjusted her wooden stick to her waist and picked up a card which she hadnât had until yesterday.
âAn Adventurerâs License huh...â
In the past there hadnât been such cards. Back then they had used metal tags as certificates.
The tags bore the name of both the Guild and the adventurer, as well as the adventurerâs grade. The tag was usually worn around oneâs neck and served as proof that one was an adventurer.
Naturally, faking had been simple, but when adventurers went to pick up or hand off assignments, Guild personnel could see right through them. Which is why not many had bothered to even do it.
Nowadays, however, adventurers were held in high regard. Many people who desired to employ high-ranking adventurers without going through the Guild began to appear, which in turn led to many people being deceived by fake adventurers.
As a result, the Guild had developed a certificate that could not be forged, notably the cards and had spread them throughout the nations. Even if a few individuals were still duped by fake adventurers each year, most of the counterfeiters had vanished owing to the invention of the cards.
Unlike tags, simply possessing this card conferred a plethora of benefits, which made Merc happy. However, if one were to lose it, they would have to wait for a new one to be issued and they would need to pay as well, so one needed to be careful with it.
âI need to be careful not to lose it... Should I make a hole in it and put a string through it?â
Merc pondered. However, she would have to first poke a hole in the card made out of special metal, which would take some time, so she decided to ditch the idea. Merc left the innâs room after putting on her clothes. | {
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Mira thanked the elders and prepared to leave that place. As she turned around, the young girl who had been the most enthusiastic about the sweets, took a fruit from one of the trees and gifted it to her, saying it was the fruit produced with the offering made by the person who came in search of the roots.
With her business there complete, Mira headed to her next destination to fulfill the item search asked for by her good friend.
The place she was headed to now was pretty close to the sacred tree, around one hour away by foot. Still, she summoned Pegasus like it was the obvious thing to do, who appeared worried that entire time as he approached Mira and licked her cheek for a while.
Once Pegasus had calmed down, she rode on him for around ten minutes until they reached the nearest lake to the sacred grounds. There was a clearing between the lake and the forest, which was filled with countless flowers, forming an oasis for small animals. There was also a small mount of rocks at the side of the lake, from which a waterfall flowed down creating a pleasant ambient noise. Mira forgot the passage of time as she looked at that scenery, her senses tingling by the sweet scent of flowers and the forest.
(Was this place always this gorgeous...)
In Miraâs memories that place was much duller, so she once again could feel directly how the passage of thirty years greatly affected a place like that.
As Mira and Pegasus stood in that paradise-like clearing, a small animal that resembled a squirrel with golden fur approached the two, climbing up Pegasusâ legs and reassuringly lying down on his back. That was almost like a trigger for all the remaining animals nearby to gather around the two, mostly getting closer to Pegasus. This took Mira by surprise, but she quickly smiled seeing how they climbed on Pegasus, making him look like an adorned Christmas tree. He did not seem bothered by it either, as he let more and more animals climb on him.
This was all because Pegasus was a sacred beast, so animals felt the safest and calm in the sacred aura surrounding him.
Mira also spotted a small blue rabbit on Pegasusâ back. Those were called Pure Rabbits, and their fur was famous for being a good luck charm. Though more importantly, their round eyes and plump body made them extremely cute creatures. They were fierce contenders for the first place in Ark Earth Onlineâs cutest creature ranking ladder.
This was also the first time Mira saw a Pure Rabbit in person. They were known to be really careful and shy, normally only being observed from afar. Mira had only seen them in screenshots in the past, so now her eyes were nailed on that cute creature.
(To think they would look like this up close...so plump and fluffy...)
With her mind drifting away, Mira instinctively reached her hand out to it, but an instant before her fingertips would touch it, the Pure Rabbit jumped off scared and hid between Pegasusâ legs.
ãUh...ã
Facing that blunt rejection, Mira froze in place, her hand still outstretched. But a moment later Pegasus neighed, as if trying to say something. After that, the Pure Rabbit hesitantly came out and showed itself in front of Mira.
ãDid... you tell it something?ã
Seeing that, Mira turned to look from the plump creature to Pegasus, who struck his head out as if asking to be praised.
ãGood child.ã
Patting his head once, Mira turned back to the Pure Rabbit. Its blue ears were moving from one side to another, as if scanning the surroundings. By then Mira could not hold herself back anymore and she reached out to the blue furball, enjoying its softness as much as she could.
The warmth passing to her hand made it clear that it was a live creature just like Mira was.
Mira tried to pet it as gently as she could to not startle it, which she accomplished as it understood she held no ill will against it and snuggled against her hand. That was too cute for Mira to handle, as she gently embraced it and cradled it in ecstasy.
Not too long after Pegasus neighed loudly while the Pure Rabbit leaped out of Miraâs bosom in a hurry while squeaking, only to go in front of Pegasus and lie against the ground in a submissive pose.
ã...What did you say this time...?ã
Mira could not comprehend what happened so she just tilted her head.
ãWhat happened, Pegasus?ã
Saying that, she began stroking his mane, to which Pegasus replied by pressing his head against Miraâs chest.
(Hmm. I donât get it.)
As she petted Pegasus, she looked around, seeing that the small rabbit was still prostrated while squeaking.
She still wished to enjoy its furry touch some longer, but also knew that if she picked it up, she would be unable to let go. Mira knew that she would be able to play with it for all eternity if the situation allowed for it, but she had come there with a specific goal in mind, so she could not afford to get too distracted with the little animals of the forest. Still feeling a bit dissatisfied, Mira carried all the animals on Pegasusâ back to the ground and sent him away. As soon as she did that, the animals gathered around her instead.
They had realized she was Pegasusâ boss.
As she headed to the small rocky mountain that held the entrance of the labyrinth, they all followed her.
ãDonât follow me. Iâm going to a dangerous place now.ã
But they could not understand her words, as the hyperactive golden squirrel found itself right at home on Miraâs shoulder, while the Pure Rabbit kept looking at her with round eyes begging for a hug.
[Summoning Skill: Cait Sith]
She decided to call for an intermediary to sort things out. A small magic circle appeared in the air, and quickly after a small cat with wizard clothes jumped out of it.
It spun three times in mid-air before landing on its feet, holding up a card that came out of nowhere with . written on it. A rain of confetti also sprung out from the magic circle an instant before it vanished, adding an extra touch to that artistic performance.
ãMeow meow meow! I was called so heow I am! Itâs been a while so I tried adding some meow to my entrance. How meowny points do I get, chief?ã
As he spoke in an exaggerated manner, the writing on the card changed to speed lines implying shock. That small touch made Mira giggle.
The fairy cat Cait Sith was one of the few low-level summons that could speak. His abilities were ill-suited for direct combat, but excelled when it came to scouting, given that he could obtain information even from animals. In other words, he could interact and talk with animals.
ãWhat the meow! Chief, youâve turned meownto a girl! And a splendid one at that, worth ten full points!ã
Cait Sith looked up at Mira, jumping from side to side while waving around a sign with . written on it. The animals who had closely followed Mira all took a few steps back, wary of Cait Sithâs sudden appearance.
ãYou all accept it so easily...but that doesnât matter. First lieutenant, I have a job for you.ã
Cait Sith stood with his back straight and legs together, saluting Mira while the sign behind him changed to ãSnap!ã
ãI want you to tell all these animals here that Iâm heading to a dangerous place, so itâs best if they stay behind. Can you do it?ã
ãIâll accomplish that even if it costs meow life!ã
After some time of that happening, they seemed to understand as they slowly dispersed from there. Lastly, Cait Sith climbed on Miraâs body and spoke to the squirrel on her shoulder, who also understood and jumped down before climbing up a tree.
ãMeowssion complete.ã
Cait Sith jumped off Miraâs shoulder, doing three flips before landing on his feet and striking a military salute. After Mira congratulated him on his success, she picked him up into a hug, using him as a replacement for all the animals that were gone now leaving her alone.
ãItâs ticklish meow.ã
As he spoke, he happily flopped his legs around while the sign had ãMore!ã written on it.
Mira scratched the kittyâs chin as she walked towards the small rocky mountain.
The Tenma Labyrinth Primal Forest was beyond a cave in that small rocky mountain beside the lake. Mira walked into that opening on the rock with Cait Sith riding on top of her head.
Past the entrance, there was a sudden slope downwards, its width barely enough for an adult to pass. Miraâs steps on the rocky floor reverberated coldly through the entire cave as she moved forward.
Going further inside, even the sound of the waterfall became more dim, only audible as a distant echo and the light from the sun could not reach them either. But there was a light illuminating Miraâs path, thanks to Cait Sith. He was using one of his abilities, Cat Searchlight which let his eyes shine like a spotlight, and since he was on top of Miraâs head, it would always shine towards wherever she turned to look at.
ãSomething smells fishy here, thereâs a suspiciously dubiously meowly spell here...ã
They continued walking down the slope for ten minutes, during which the slopeâs angle decreased until it was a completely flat corridor, at the end of which Cait Sith glared ahead while speaking. The corridor ahead was illuminated by a multitude of light-emitting medallions etched into the walls like light bulbs.
ãHmm... I think this is supposed to be the barrier of this place.ã
The ground just a few steps ahead had ãTenma Labyrinth Primal Forest, Managed by: Adventurerâs Union, Caranach branchã written in large letters. As Mira whispered to Cait Sith, she patted his back with one hand while the other took out the permit given to her by Leoneil from her pocket.
ãOhh... so this is...ã
ãMeow meow meow? The spellâs effect is dimeownishing.ã
The moment Mira held the permit in her hand, it began glowing while the nearest medallionsâ light became dimmer. Mira was unable to decipher the exact mechanism of the barrier, but she listened to Cait Sithâs words, given he had a strong sensitivity to that type of spells, and trusted it was safe to walk forward.
As she walked, the medallions coming ahead would lose their light, while those behind her regained their brightness.
Helped by Cait Sithâs light, she easily crossed that corridor and slowly the cave became brighter.
Continuing further along that path, Mira reached a large open space, covered by a small but very dense jungle.
The place appeared to be illuminated by sunlight, but looking above only revealed a black ceiling. However, the burly rocky walls were covered by a type of vines that emitted light from the ends of its branches.
The plants under that light were luscious green, while multiple unnamed flowers bloomed vigorously all over the ground. Looking ahead, Mira could see large trees growing into the distance, a sight that could leave anyone without breath after walking through that dark cave for so long.
ãChief, weâve just discovered uncharted territory!ã
Cait Sith jumped down from Miraâs head with a ãmeohow-ã and shouted in a firm voice while pointing at the jungle. Of course, this was neither a remote region nor uncharted territory.
ãThanks for your help so far.ã
After returning the permit to her Item Box, Mira held out her hand ready to send him back.
ãAn adventure is still waiting for meow!ã
ãI really canât win against you...ã
This was the first time a summon refused to be sent back, which Mira made a mental note of as a new reaction she might encounter, and relaxed the hand she had stretched out.
ãThank you for being undeowstanding, chief. Iâll follow you even to the grave.ã
ãIâd rather you didnât follow me there...ã
He threw a sign up into the air that had ãLifelong loyaltyã written on it, jumping up himself after it and doing a flip. When he landed, his attire had changed into one suitable for an adventure. The sign came down later, landing on his head with a message saying ãPreparations complete, but my heart is brokenã as it rolled over his face and fell flat on the ground leaving that as a sort of dying message.
ãWell... letâs get going then.ã
Mira scanned her surroundings, cutting off a piece of a vine leaf that grew the size of a small child, and with the cut leaf in hand, she began walking along the side of the large space.
ãItâs impolite to leave meow behind!ã
Cait Sith jumped on his feet and hurried to follow behind Mira.
Mira and Cait Sith walked along the rocky walls, a distance from the jungle, until they reached a large cave that created a path further inside. That was the true entrance to the Tenma Labyrinth Primal Forest.
The cave was also sloped with the ground slippery like glass, which meant that once one step was taken down, it was impossible to climb back up. That applied for every passage to the different locations of the Tenma Labyrinth, there was a different path to enter than to exit.
Mira let Cait Sith on her shoulder, tapping on his head to illuminate the passage.
ãItâs pitch black ahead.ã
Cait Sith pointed his bright eyes forward, sitting on Miraâs shoulder with legs dangling in front. He was not holding the sign anymore, his front paws holding him firmly onto Mira having already guessed what she was about to do.
Mira grinned as she held the leaf she cut earlier against her rear and sat down.
(This is always exciting no matter how many times I come here.)
The cave ahead obviously had a resemblance to a slide. So Mira smiled happily as she dragged her hips against the ground stopping at the start of the slope.
ãLetâs go!ã
ãA neow adventure starts!ã
Mira impulsed herself forward and flew down the steep slope. The ground was very slippery which accelerated her descent even more while Mira was slightly taken aback by a speed higher than she expected.
(This was really fun in the game but... in reality, itâs a bit...)
She could feel the air pressure building up in front of her and centrifugal forces pushing her body threatening to launch her flying every time she turned a corner. The turns were very similar each time, but that did not matter as every time they passed one they would get even more scared. The darkness did not help either, as they could never anticipate any incoming turn and would be all the more impactful.
ãChief, Iâm about to pee meowself!ã
ãHold it back!ã
As the downwards slope turned left and right like a rollercoaster, Cait Sith would cry every time. Somehow hearing him helped Mira remain composed as well.
Around five minutes later, they saw the light at the end of the slide.
Mira was suddenly launched forward into a bright light at the end of that fall which felt like an eternity to her. As she flew through the air, she had to squint her eyes due to the blinding light. Drawing a parabola in the air, gravity finally overpowered her momentum and she began to fall again, colliding clumsily with the ground.
She fell on her backside, but someone else had already landed ahead of her, Cait Sith who fell from Miraâs shoulder.
ãOops sorry. Are you okay?ã
ãIâm meowlright. You donât weigh much as a girl, chief.ã
Mira jumped a step back while Cait Sith unsteadily stood up and began hopping from one foot to another, showing he was fine. At the same time, a sign appeared out of nowhere with ãBeing squeezed by a girlâs butt is any manâs dreamã written on it.
The two turned to look at the place they had arrived at, a large green expanse that dwarfed the earlier jungle filled that space, illuminated by a similar light as the earlier room. That scene spread far into the distance, covered by abnormally twisted trees.
Mira and Cait Sith had landed on one of those trees. Behind them stood a tall wall of rock that vanished into the darkness above, while countless vines covered the trees. From afar the cries of some wild beasts could be heard, but if those were ignored it was a rather calm place.
ãItâs a neow world! We discovered a neow world meownside the uncharted region!ã
Cait Sith looked around while an indescribable feeling filled his heart, taking out a sign that read ãCait Sith Exploration Partyã and thrust it down in front of him, but the wooden ground was too resilient and the sign fell unbalanced with an empty noise. The first lieutenant watched sadly as it lay flat on the ground.
(Now then, I wonder how many I can find...)
Mira searched a nearby place, and once she verified her objective was nowhere to be seen there, she began walking to another area. Cait Sith followed after her, warily looking around.
They jumped from one tree to another as they advanced through that place filled with intertwined trees as Mira continued her search, finally finding one of those items on the ground almost hiding under some leaves.
A seed of a strong green color that appeared to pulsate with light, large enough to fit in oneâs hand. A Founding Seed that Solomon had requested.
ãFinally one of them...ã
Mira picked up the Founding Seed, muttered to herself while sighing, looking around for a moment before resuming her search.
The Tenma Labyrinth Primal Forest, a place named as the first forest that ever existed, was strictly speaking
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a forest. It was merely a portion of the countless branches from the Gopher Tree which gave birth to all trees.
In other words, all those thick branches intertwined in front of them were all part of the same Gopher Tree, which also meant that there was a chance for a Founding Seed to appear anywhere in that space. But the spawn points were not fixed, so it was not as easy as it seemed, and years back large groups of players would comb the place in search of them.
As Mira recalled those times, she sighed again while reaffirming her grip on the Founding Seed.
ãChief, how meowny of those do you need?ã
Cait Sith asked after he climbed on Miraâs shoulder and pointed at the Founding Seed she was holding. Mira turned to look at him, recalling the class of summon he was.
ãAround nine more. But I can only find them by searching randomly so it honestly is just a pain to find them.ã
She made it sound like an idle complaint, but it still had an effect on Cait Sith as he crawled along Miraâs arm to sniff and lick the seed before jumping down to the ground and looking around with his nose held high.
ãI sense a similar item in that direction!ã
Cait Sith spoke enthusiastically as he pointed to a place a couple of branches away from their current spot. But on the other hand, his face looked off, his tongue out with round eyes, the sign he held reading ãIt tastes like Xã.
ãOh... You can tell?ã
ãItâs a very particular seed. For someone as meowself, whoâs mastered the ways of tracking, this is a piece of meow!ã
Holding his rotund toe beans in what resembled a thumbs-up sign, his eyes glistened pridefully, although his tongue was still hanging out.
ãHmm, thatâs amazing first lieutenant.ã
Mira quickly embraced Cait Sith to hold him up, then activated Sky Stride to run to the branch he pointed at.
ãItâs someowhere around here.ã
Cait Sith spoke from inside Miraâs embrace, his eyes following along the branch they stood on. Mira checked under some of the vine leaves covering the branch and sure enough, she found a Founding Seed there.
Before then Mira had always thought of Cait Sith as simply a reconnaissance scout, but now her eyes were open to a whole new set of abilities he could use, so she held him up with both hands asking where the next one was, rejoicing at the changes brought by this reality.
ãWhereâs the next one?!ã
ãUhh... meow...! That way!ã
ãAlright! Good job!ã
Seeing how much easier it had become to gather the Founding Seeds thanks to this new discovery, Miraâs mood was lifted as high as it could. As a reward, and maybe because of the kittyâs lovely appearance, she praised him lengthily while constantly petting all over his body. | {
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A part of Mannenâs shell opened up, and a small missile-like shell was fired.
âGatling Thunder Arrow!â
The weakness of attacks that involved numerous projectiles was that each shot was fairly weak.
And so if I also shot a lot of arrows and aimed carefully, I should be able to cancel the attack...!
âNo, itâs hard! This shell...!â
Well, it was a turtleâs shell, after all.. But the biggest reason was the Miracle Effect, Unison Soul.â
When your status rose significantly, your skills and charge attacks would also become stronger...!
âGarbow! Tentacle Laser!â
âGar! Gar!â
And then part of Garbowâs armor opened up, and eight tentacle-type cannons came out and unleashed thin, red lasers at the missiles.
Tentacle Laser was the weapon charge attack of the newly equipped Octopus Cannon, and it had high piercing ability. It also had the special effect of being controllable after Garbow unleashed them.
There was no better charge attack to deal with numerous lasers coming at you!
â Octopus Cannon
Type: Water attribute
It also raised your durability a little, which was nice.
In fact, a Unisonâs equipment was not always reflected in their appearance, and there were times when they only showed when a skill or charge attack was being activated.
Garbowâs weapon, âManbowâ was not summoned at all times, and so it was usually stored away.
Because of this, it was more difficult to destroy a Unisonâs equipment.
Well, it would be too much to have to think about their equipment, as Unisons often moved around on their own...
So I was grateful for that.
âIâm not done yet! Now itâs time for the Turtle Beam! So, Ultra Electromagnetic Turtle Spin!â
Once again, Mannen IIâs shell opened up, and the sub-cannons within unleashed their beam.
There were eight sub-cannons, and they were positioned so that they could fire in every direction.
Furthermore, Mannen began to spin while unleashing bolts of lightning. And then the beams began to rotate as well!
And these werenât the kind of beams that shot once, but they lingered.
As the turtle spinned, the beams lashed around like whips and tore down the buildings as if they were heavy.
Veraâs head popped out from the top of Mannenâs shell.
It was like she was in a tank...
âWild Tiger Whip!â
The whip that was enveloped in a giant tiger effect, began to lash around in the air and then shoot towards me!
I see. Like this, I had no idea from which direction I would be attacked.
However...!
âFrom a quickdraw to...Inferno In Fight Arrow!â
In the end, the timing for an attack came straight at me!
And so I quickly fired off arrows at it, changing the course of the whip.
Her attack was likely a charge attack. It was difficult to cancel those, even with a fused skill.
And so I would just change its trajectory...!
âSh-shooting a whip, eh? You really are dexterous...â
Vera was a little stunned. Now this was my chance!
No matter how strong your Unison was, it was over if the Unison Master was defeated!
âWoah, he saw me! Good bye then!â
âWhat!?â
She disappeared into the Mannen II again with shocking speed...
I suppose I had to defeat the Mannen II after all.
That being said, I still havenât found an opening to unleash Armageddon Arrow!
âI canât focus on attacking unless it stops spinning...! Garbow. Blue Ocean Sphere!â
âGar! Gar!â
With this enhanced mobility, I had Garbow move close to Mannen II and use high-power, close range skills to destroy the cannons!
I would still save Kurokogairu. In this battlefield filled with beams and thunder, they would be wiped out easily.
âOh! Are you sure you want to use that? Lightning goes through water, so you are making your hitboxes bigger!â
So, she knew Garbowâs weakness and was going to envelop Mannen II in thunder...
Like this, if Garbow charged into them, they would both take damage.
No. Due to the difference in durability, Garbow might even die from it.
However, that was only if it was the old Garbow!
âWhat!? Youâre still going to charge!? That is Unison abuse!â
âNot really!â
âHmm!? What is that horn!?â
Yes, right now, the horn of a unicorn was growing from Garbowâs head!
This was the fifth and last of the new gear, Earth Unicorn Horn!
â Earth Unicorn Horn
Type: General purpose
Attack: 5
Defense: 15
Weapon Skill: Mystic Lightning Rod
Mystic Lightning Rod
Reduces lightning damage by 50%. Automatic activation.
It was a way of dealing with Garbowâs weakness to lightning, so the other features were not important.
It wasnât a weapon, or armor. It was like an accessory, but when added up, it raised your numbers by 75, which was rather impressive.
And so by equipping this, Garbowâs weakness was...not exactly overcome.
Garbow had both the water and machine attributes, and both were weak to lightning.
So even if you could reduce the damage by 50%, he was still weak against it compared to most monsters.
Especially since he had low magic defense, he could not be hit by lightning magic.
However, Mannen II dealt physical attacks.
So even if lightning was a weakness, it should be reduced to just a reasonable amount of damage...!
Right now, the spinning turtle clashed with the alligator!
They were machine-type Unisons with a lot of weapons. And so the sounds of metal hitting against metal were so loud that you wanted to cover your ears. For a few seconds, sparks flew and there were explosions.
In the end...neither took any lethal damage.
However, several of Mannen IIâs cannons had been destroyed, and it could no longer unleash its beams.
Even the caterpillar parts were damaged, so its mobility should be affected.
And since both were vital for Fortress Turtles, it was probably possible to heal them with items. But it was enough to stop its movement temporarily.
âTsk...! A cute girl is inside, so you shouldnât be so rough... Oh, well... Iâll heal you now, Mannen II! Huh? Where did that old man go... AH!?â
I didnât understand how, but Vera could see what was happening outside of Mannen II.
And so, she was always able to comment on what I was doing. But due to the vicious vibrations from Garbowâs charging, she was unable to keep track of me for a moment.
And so she had not noticed that I moved in, and she missed her time to escape.
âI canât miss at this distance. And so Iâll hit you by shooting right through your Unison!â | {
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So some of you might be some of those women who are in middle management and seeking to move up in your organization.
Well, Tonya is a great example of one of these women.
I met her two years ago.
She was a vice president in a Fortune 50 company, and she said to me with a sense of deep frustration, "I've worked really hard to improve my confidence and my assertiveness and develop a great brand, I get terrific performance evals from my boss, my 360s in the organization let me know that my teams love working for me, I've taken every management course that I can here, I am working with a terrific mentor,
and yet I've been passed over twice for advancement opportunities, even when my manager knows that I'm committed to moving up and even interested in an international assignment.
I don't understand why I'm being passed over."
So what Tonya doesn't realize is that there's a missing 33 percent of the career success equation for women, and it's understanding what this missing 33 percent is that's required to close the gender gap at the top.
In order to move up in organizations, you have to be known for your leadership skills, and this would apply to any of you, women or men.
for using the greatness in you to achieve and sustain extraordinary outcomes by engaging the greatness in others.
Put in other language, it means you have to use your skills and talents and abilities to help the organization achieve its strategic financial goals and do that by working effectively with others inside of the organization and outside.
And although all three of these elements of leadership are important, when it comes to moving up in organizations, they aren't equally important.
So pay attention to the green box as I move forward.
employees with high potential, the potential to go to the top of organizations, the skills and competencies that relate to that green box are rated twice as heavily as those in the other two elements of leadership.
These skills and competencies can be summarized as business, strategic, and financial acumen.
In other words, this skill set has to do with understanding where the organization is going, what its strategy is, what financial targets it has in place, and understanding your role in moving the organization forward.
This is that missing 33 percent of the career success equation for women, not because it's missing in our capabilities or abilities, but because it's missing in the advice that we're given.
Here's what I mean by that.
Five years ago, I was asked to moderate a panel of executives, and the topic for the evening was "What do you look for in high-potential employees?"
So think about the three elements of leadership as I summarize for you what they told me.
They said, "We look for people who are smart and hard working and committed and trustworthy and resilient."
So which element of leadership does that relate to?
Personal greatness.
They said, "We look for employees who are great with our customers, who empower their teams, who negotiate effectively, who are able to manage conflict well, and are overall great communicators."
Which element of leadership does that equate to?
Engaging the greatness in others.
And then they pretty much stopped.
So I asked, "Well, what about people who understand your business, where it's going, and their role in taking it there?
And what about people who are able to scan the external environment, identify risks and opportunities, make strategy or make strategic recommendations? And what about people who are able to look at the financials of your business, understand the story that the financials tell, and either take appropriate action or make appropriate recommendations?"
And to a man, they said, "That's a given."
So I turned to the audience of 150 women and I asked, "How many of you have ever been told that the door-opener for career advancement is your business, strategic and financial acumen, and that all the other important stuff is what differentiates you in the talent pool?"
Three women raised their hand, and I've asked this question of women all around the globe in the five years since, and the percentage is never much different.
So this is obvious, right?
But how can it be?
in the career success advice given to women? When organizations direct women toward resources that focus on the conventional advice that we've been hearing for over 40 years, there's a notable absence of advice that relates to business, strategic and financial acumen.
Much of the advice is emphasizing personal actions that we need to take, like become more assertive, become more confident, develop your personal brand, things that Tonya's been working on, and advice about working with other people, things like learn to self-promote, and virtually nothing said about the importance of business, strategic and financial acumen.
This doesn't mean that this advice is unimportant.
What it means is that this is advice that's absolutely essential for breaking through from career start to middle management, but it's not the advice that gets women to break through from the middle, where we're 50 percent, to senior and executive positions.
And this is why conventional advice to women in 40 years hasn't closed the gender gap at the top and won't close it.
Now, the second reason relates to Tonya's comments about having had excellent performance evals, great feedback from her teams, and having taken every management training program she can lay her hands on. So you would think that she's getting messages from her organization through the talent development systems and performance management systems that let her know how important it is to develop business, strategic and financial acumen, but here again, that green square is quite small.
On average, talent and performance management systems in the organizations that I've worked with focus three to one on the other two elements of leadership compared to the importance of business, strategic and financial acumen, which is why typical talent and performance systems haven't closed and won't close the gender gap at the top.
Now, Tonya also talked about working with a mentor, and this is really important to talk about, because if organizations, talent and performance systems aren't giving people in general information about the importance of business, strategic and financial acumen, how are men getting to the top?
Well, there are primarily two ways.
One is because of the positions they're guided into, and the other is because of informal mentoring and sponsorship. So what's women's experience as it relates to mentoring?
Well, this comment from an executive that I worked with recently illustrates that experience.
He was very proud of the fact that last year, he had two protégés: a man and a woman.
And he said, "I helped the woman build confidence, I helped the man learn the business, and I didn't realize that I was treating them any differently."
And he was sincere about that.
So what this illustrates is that as managers, whether we're women or men, we have mindsets about women and men, about careers in leadership, and these unexamined mindsets won't close the gender gap at the top.
So how do we take this idea of the missing 33 percent and turn it into action?
Well, for women, the answer is obvious: that show that we're people who understand our businesses, where they're headed, and our role in taking it there.
That's what enables that breakthrough from middle management to leadership at the top.
But you don't have to be a middle manager to do this.
One young scientist that works in a biotech firm used her insight about the missing 33 percent to weave financial impact data into a project update she did and got tremendous positive feedback from the managers in the room.
So we don't want to put 100 percent of the responsibility on women's shoulders, nor would it be wise to do so, and here's why: In order for companies to achieve their strategic financial goals, executives understand that they have to have everyone pulling in the same direction.
In other words, the term we use in business is, we have to have strategic alignment.
And executives know this very well, and yet only 37 percent, according to a recent Conference Board report, believe that they have that strategic alignment in place. So for 63 percent of organizations, achieving their strategic financial goals is questionable.
And if you think about what I've just shared, that you have situations where at least 50 percent of your middle managers haven't received clear messaging that they have to become focused on the business, where it's headed, and their role in taking it there, it's not surprising that that percentage of executives who are confident about alignment is so low, which is why there are other people who have a role to play in this.
It's important for directors on boards to expect from their executives proportional pools of women when they sit down once a year for their succession discussions.
Why? Because if they aren't seeing that, it could be a red flag that their organization isn't as aligned as it could potentially be.
It's important for CEOs to also expect these proportional pools, and if they hear comments like, "Well, she doesn't have enough business experience," ask the question, "What are we going to do about that?"
It's important for H.R. executives to make sure that the missing 33 percent is appropriately emphasized, and it's important for women and men who are in management positions to examine the mindsets we hold about women and men, about careers and success, to make sure we are creating a level playing field for everybody.
So let me close with the latest chapter in Tonya's story.
Tonya emailed me two months ago, and she said that she had been interviewed for a new position, and during the interview, they probed about her business acumen and her strategic insights into the industry, and she said that she was so happy to report that now she has a new position reporting directly to the chief information officer at her company.
So for some of you, the missing 33 percent is an idea for you to put into action, and I hope that for all of you, in order to help organizations be more effective, to help women create careers that soar, and to help close the gender gap at the top.
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Normally, fully memorizing magic circles was enough to cast the spells. However, Maxwell did not consider that a proper way of learning it. One of his reasons was that, if you did not understand what you were drawing, your range of practical applications would be narrowed down.
I on the other hand was busy assembling a magic circle to carve into the talisman, the other gift I was preparing. Even if I say talisman, it was not the kind that brought good fortune, but more like a magic tool that could cast Protection continuously.
This magic circle would serve to improve what I received from the God of Destruction, which I would later have Maxwell check to confirm whether everything was alright.
I planned to do this after obtaining the materials, but since I was feeling bad anyway, I decided to use today to prepare the magic circle in advance.
âLady Nicole, about this part...â
âHmm, you mean the reason why the crimson magic circle is used as a base?â
I peered at her homework as she asked me. I was learning under Maxwell so I could teach her this much easily. I drew near her shoulder and leaned over to look at the problem set and explain as I pointed at it.
âA crimson magic circle designates the strength of magic power, so you use the magic circle of fire attribute. Because fire by itself signifies strength.â
âSo thatâs how it was.â
âSimilarly, yellow is linked to earth, and signifies stability. Thatâs why Gold is used to set the effect duration.â
âAha!â
She started taking notes with a diligent expression. Our shoulders seemed to have been touching without realizing it, making me feel a little embarrassed. She was only five back in my previous life, but now she had already grown enough to look like a girl in her late teens. The soft sensations transmitted through my shoulders were making me strangely aroused.
No wait, this was too strange. I certainly have had little experience with women since my past life... Or more like I had none of it, but it wasnât to the point that I would be aroused by something so trivial.
Finia in question was oblivious to all this. Since I was a girl now, she was completely defenseless against me.
In the end, I ended up being excessively flustered throughout the half day until Maxwellâs group returned with a successful hunt.
Maxwellâs group returned as the evening arrived. Cloud and Maxwell were carrying a pole with one Marble Spider hanging from it. It seemed to be dead already, but it looked quite grotesque. In fact, Letina was distancing herself from it a bit.
âWeâre back! We managed to take it down!â
âWelcome, Michelle. It seems you played an active part.â
I greeted everyone. I guessed that Michelle played an important role due to three of her arrows sticking deeply into the spiderâs back.
Marble Spiderâs threads could be extracted even after they had died. The raw materials for the threads were being stored inside its body in liquid form, which took on a thread shape after spitting it out from the spinnerets.
Some other spider species apparently could spit it out in a balled-up state and use it to attack too. At any rate, it worked like that, so it was possible to extract it whether it was alive or dead.
The problem was, the threads spat out by it came with adhesive material, so we couldnât use it as clothes right away. However, that adhesive material was quite weak to water, so once we extracted the threads through spinnerets, we could run it in water and coil it on the spool without problems.
âSo, you extract threads from this butt part, then soak them through this tub of water and wind it around the spool.â
Maxwell took out spools and started explaining as he made collecting preparations.
Michelle and Cloud were listening to him attentively. The two were quite self-interested, so whenever matters concerned their income, they were very attentive. Letina, on the other hand, was shrinking back at the sight of her first spider monster.
Well, its appearance diverged from that of a human greatly, so I could understand her feelings.
Maxwellâs pools were the types that reeled in the thread by rotating the handle, so if we spun it too fast the mucus could get soaked by water before it managed to solidify and snap.
On the other hand, if you were too slow or your speed was not static, it would result in a thread of uneven thickness.
It took us a while before we managed to reach a stable winding tempo due to all the aforementioned pains.
We failed a bunch of times, but still managed to make about kg worth of thread, enough for making swimsuits.
By that time the day had already darkened completely, delaying our dinner by a bit. Finia was kind enough to account for that and made dishes that would be okay to eat even cooled.
Then we went to draw water one by one from the well behind, and washed our bodies in impromptu baths made with Earth Wall.
Cloud came to peek midway, but he was easily detected by my perception. My senses were certainly duller, but not to the point that I would fail to detect someone on the level of Cloud.
Incidentally, I was also aware that he was instigated by Maxwell. It was something I had gone through myself, so I could understand it.
âI understand you, but Iâm not forgiving you.â
âI acted on an impulse! Iâm sorry!â
I declared at Cloud as he hung upside down from the cottageâs eaves while tied like a bagworm.
âAs punishment, youâll stay upside down until morning.â
âIâll die, Iâll really die!â
âLady Nicole, that is too much...â
âYou are too kind, you know, Finia? This idiot has to face the punishment once so he learns it. Maxwell as well.â
âUmm, that would be too discourteous to Lord Maxwell...â
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The room was indeed quite large. I thought that over ten people could fit in there and remain quite comfortable.
And that light that hung down from the ceiling...was it a chandelier? I had never seen one before.
It must be very hard to light candles so high up...
âWell then, I will go and prepare some tea, so please wait for a while. ...Oh, what should I bring for the great Leo...?â
âAh, Leo...Water or milk, please.â
âIt wonât take long!â
The maids bowed and then left the room. I suppose it was my Japanese nature to say something like âplease donât rushâ during times like this.
I had seen Ms. Gelda smile a little just before the door closed.
Well, she had been very nervous at first, so if she was relaxed now, that was good.
As standing there seemed awkward, I walked up to the table in the middle of the room and sat down on one of the chairs.
Leo followed me and then lay down next to the chair.
It was nice to see that she was relaxed. If Leo wasnât on her guard, that must mean that there was nothing dangerous here.
She had detected the orc, after all.
Well, I highly doubted someone like Ms. Claire would put her rescuers in harmâs way after inviting them to her house.
I was in an unfamiliar place. And the idea that this was another world made me feel just a little cautious.
...Though, I also still thought that this could all be a dream.
âWou?â
âMaybe itâs not a dream. But I still find it difficult to believe that youâve become this big, Leo.â
âLeo. Do you want to play?â
âWuff!â
I petted Leo, who barked as if she wanted to play. And so I looked around the room.
â...I donât think this is the best place for that.â
â...Wuff.â
Leo was big enough for several people to ride on her back.
While she was lying down and looking up at me now, I would be the one looking up at her if she stood up.
It was a good thing that this mansion was so large...
Or there wouldnât have been enough space for Leo to get in at all.
That being said, even though it was big, it wasnât big enough for Leo to run or play in.
...I suppose I could take her out to the garden later.
However...judging from what I had seen while walking from the gate to the entrance, it was a resplendent garden, so Iâd have to be careful that she didnât break anything.
I thought of such things while scratching Leoâs head. Then there was a knock on the door and then it opened.
âExcuse me. Iâve brought you the tea.â
âWe did!â
Ms. Lyra bowed while carrying a tray with a white teacup on top.
Ms. Gelda looked a little nervous again.
âThank you.â
She walked up to me and placed the cup on the table.
Ms. Gelda was carrying a bowl of milk that was the size of a bucket.
She nervously placed it in front of Leo.
...Indeed. Leo did have the appearance of a frightening wolf.
So it was no wonder that she was afraid.
âLeo. Say thank you before drinking.â
âWou! ...Wuff-wuff.â
Leo barked once as if to reply to me, and then she turned to Ms. Gelda and barked again.
While Ms. Gelda flinched after being barked at, she quickly understood what Leo meant by it. And so she muttered, âenjoy.â
Leo then started to drink the milk hungrily, and so I took a sip of the tea as well.
â...Mmm. Itâs very good.â
âWuff!â
â...Thank you.â
Leo seemed to approve of the milk as well.
The tea was so delicious that I drank it all very quickly.
Leo had been drinking vigorously, but I suppose I had not been any different.
They say that dogs take after their owners. Perhaps it was true.
...I was a little embarrassed.
â...Yes, please.â
She picked up the teapot and filled my cup once again.
The fragrance of the tea wafted around me.
I hadnât really thought about it, but was this black tea?
I didnât know much about tea, and had only drunk black tea from cans and bottles.
But this was much more refreshing in terms of taste and smell.
While I was enjoying my tea, I was also a little anxious about the way that Ms. Gelda seemed to be terrified of Leo.
While it couldnât be helped for her to be scared at first, I was sure that she would change her mind if I talked to her.
â...Ms. Gelda, right?â
âYes!â
âYou really donât need to be afraid. Leo wonât attack humans.â
â...Iâm sorry.â
âIâm terribly sorry, Mr. Takumi. Gelda, you mustnât show your emotions like that in front of a guest!â
â...Yes.â
âNo, no, itâs fine. Iâm really not upset or anything like that. I do agree that Leo can be frightening to look at. I understand why women may be afraid.â
âAnd yet I think that your Leo is very adorable.â
âIs that right?â
âYes. Leo follows you so closely and seems to be very protective. He was also barking very quietly as if to avoid scaring Gelda. I think that it is rather cute for someone of that size to behave in such a way.â
âHahah. Thatâs true. But Leo is a girl. And overall, she is cuter than she is scary.â
â...So she is a girl.â
Apparently, Ms. Lyra found Leoâs movements very cute.
Ms. Gelda was very surprised to hear that Leo was female.
âShe is a cute girl, just like you, Ms. Gelda. So if possible, please donât be afraid of her.â
â...Iâm cute... ha...ha...I understand!â
âHehe. You are quite the flatterer, Mr. Takumi.â
âNo, I just said what was on my mind.â
Ms. Gelda was constantly nervous, just like someone who was new to a job. And yet she tried her best. I thought that was endearing.
Well, it wasnât just her personality, though... Now that I thought about it, it wasnât just Ms. Claire, but the maids had all been attractive... Even Sebastian, who was an older man, had been a handsome gentleman. As were the other butlers...
...It made me feel a little out of place, being the only one with such plain looks.
âWou...wuff-wuff.â
âWhat is it Leo? Are you trying to comfort me?â
Leo must have noticed that I looked a little crestfallen, and so she pressed her face against mine consolingly.
Thanks, Leo.
But maybe donât lick my face right after lapping up so much milk...
I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped my face with it.
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âHmm? What is this?â
I detected something that had a suspicious energy around it, and so I pulled it out. It was right between the heart and the diaphragm.
I grabbed it with my right hand and tore it free.
The High Lord screamed.
By removing this, I had also removed any enhancements on the High Lord as well.
And just like that, his magic energy began to drop rapidly.
âTo strengthen yourself by putting magic objects in your body. You do think of strange things.â
I muttered as I used magic to inspect the object.
It was about the same size as my fist, just like a human heart.
The material seemed to be foolâs gold, magic stone, and orichalcum.
Once this incident was over, I would have to ask Philly to analyze it.
Also, the magic circuits were complex and strange.
Even though Magic Exploration allowed me to see all of it, I could not understand what it was meant to do.
âThis is amazing.â I couldnât help but mutter.
âGive that back! You filthy animal!â
The High Lord shouted angrily as he attacked. But I held him back with my left hand.
In the meantime, I continued to inspect the object with my right hand.
Yes, this was likely the thing that had opened up the hole in the divine protection barrier.
What was dangerous about these things, is you couldnât just destroy them with brute force.
They had to be analyzed, and only after you fully understood the structure, could you destroy it in the appropriate manner.
If you just destroyed it by brute force, there was a fifty percent chance that the objectâs function would stop and the hole would close up.
However, there was no predicting what would happen with the other fifty percent.
It could lose control, and perhaps the hole would just get larger.
There was even the possibility that the core of the divine protection barrier could break.
âThis is very complicated.â âLet go of it!â
It was troublesome having to analyze it while fending off a furious High Lord.
âYou better die.â
And so I used the Devil King Sword in my left hand to cut off his head.
I also cut him vertically as well.
â...You will be punished for this.â âShut up.â
Just as he was about to transform into mist, Lord Gerberga cried.
And so the High Lord was turned into ash.
âThank you, Lord Gerberga.â âCluck-cluck.â
âThe thralls have turned into ashes!â
âThatâs good to know. So I guess this High Lord was their master.â
If the one who turned them into thralls died, then they would die as well. And those who were charmed would be freed.
So all of the charmed who we had locked up in the room earlier have likely regained their senses as well.
I would have to go and look.
âAnd now...â
Since there was no High Lord to pester me, I could focus on analyzing it.
That is what I thought...
âHe died so easily...â
âWhat a shame. He could not even carry out the True Ancestorâs order...â
Two vampires appeared as if growing from the floor.
Up until now, I had not been able to detect their magic energy at all.
They had slipped through the floor, just like how wraiths could move through walls.
Their bodies were semi transparent, and looked like they were partially made of myst.
Lord Gerberga must have thought the same thing.
âCock-a-doodle-dooo!!!â
He crowed loudly.
However, neither of the vampires turned into ashes.
âHmph. A god fowl. That wonât work on us.â âCluck?â
Lord Gerbera was shocked.
âThere must be some trick to it. After all, if they are vampires, then they cannot be immune to your voice, Lord Gerberga.â
âCluck.â
And then the two vampires seemed to materialize completely as they stood on the floor.
As far as I could see, they were completely whole, ordinary vampire High Lords.
âSo a new type appeared? Weâll go and help you.â
âWe have tied up the ambassador.â
Now that the thralls had turned into ash, the lone ambassador could do nothing against them.
âThank you. I would like to focus on analyzing this object.â
âLeave it to us!â
Shia and Serulis rushed into the room immediately.
And they attacked the two High Lords.
âWe have come to kill that sorcerer.â
âYou two child apes should stand back!â
The High Lords unleashed their magic as they attacked Shia and Serulis.
However, Shia and Serulis dodged all of the attacks and slashed at them with their blades.
Shia and Serulisâs attacks were sharp. And both High Lords had to unsheath their swords to defend themselves.
The two High Lords widened their eyes in surprise.
They did not think that Shia and Serulis would be this strong, due to being young.
âYou arenât even worthy of fighting Mr. Locke!â
âIndeed. Children can easily deal with the likes of you.â
âYou mock us!â
The High Lords became more ferocious with their attacks, but Shia and Serulis just swept them aside and attacked even harder as well.
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Accompanied by the dry sound of clapping, the God of Calamity emerged in front of us with an angelic smile surfacing on her face.
At the sight of her face, I unconsciously created four long swords with âªSword of the Formless Kingã»Weakâ« and empowered them with âªMonster Createã»Low Rankâ« to convert them into flying swords and infuse them with the will to charge at the opponent.
Lady Ryo, simultaneously, drew out the dagger she had been carrying and hurled it at her.
Nonetheless, once the flying swordsâ edges crossed paths with the God of Calamityâs flesh, the solid blades disintegrated like liquid, and Lady Ryoâs dagger was suspended in mid-air. All those who were present were stunned by this spectacle.
âHmm? Whatâs wrong? Making such a face, how could you possibly harm me with the power I have bestowed upon you?â
The God of Calamity announced nonchalantly without a trace of change in her expression.
âNow, it has been roughly years since I first meddled in this world, and apparently, the inhabitants of this world slow down their growth once they attain a certain degree of stability. Besides, it would be tough to find a suitable opponent to ascertain how strong youâve developed.â
The God of Calamity spread her arms wide and delivered her lines as if she was presenting a speech.
âTherefore, as a gift to each and every one of you, I have cast a certain curse upon the whole world.â
Everyone in our present location must have frozen in their steps at that remark... no, the God of Calamity was most likely speaking to people all over the world right now, therefore the whole world population must have frozen in their tracks.
âThe name of the curse is âªDisaster Curseâ«. It is a curse that transforms the afflicted individual into a monster that strikes indiscriminately at everything in its vicinity. As for their strength, it varies depending on the individual but yeah, even an ordinary human being can be stronger than the Demon King and their kin. However, owing to that strength, they have to kill at least one individual each day otherwise, their bodies would disintegrate.â
The God of Calamity continued her speech, seemingly very entertained.
âNow, about the crucial pathogenesis condition...â
At this point, the God of Calamity paused a beat.
âIt is random.â
I could feel the world completely freeze at that second.
âNow then, please endeavor to continue living in this world.â
Leaving those words behind, the God of Calamity dissolved into the void and departed.
The words of the God of Calamity were slowly ruminating in my mind. I then grasped the magnitude of the situation and weighed over what steps should be taken immediately.
The conclusion is...
âLady Ryo.â
âWhat...?â
âFirst, letâs go back to âWhite Mist and Black Swamp Forestâ. Everything else will fall into place after that.â
The plan was to return to Kurokiriâs labyrinth.
Kurokiri possessed the intention to oppose the God of Calamity. And even now, he must be conducting research for that end. Thus, there must be something we can achieve if we return to Kurokiri.
Furthermore...
âYes, I suppose so. We need to bring back at least Houkiâs bones too...â
We ought to return the remains of Houki-san as well.
âââââ
We have entered the âMagic Holy Land,â now. The reason was that we were invited by the âPriest of Absolute Peaceâ.
âSo this was the âMagic Holy Landâ.â
âBut itâs not as bustling with activity as the rumors said it would be. Well, I suppose itâs unavoidable after being told something like that.â
The people of the âMagic Holy Landâ had a bleak complexion. But then again, this was inevitable after the God of Calamity declared such a remark.
âWe have arrived.â
And before we were aware of it, we were in front of a large shrine.
âYeah...â
I confirmed Ichikoâs question.
While I was on the ground like a caterpillar, I was told various things by the Priest.
About the God of Calamity. How Demon Kings arise. Why he had interfered with us. And as an apology, the Priest promised to take my companions and me to the destination we wish to go to via Long-distance Transportation.
That was why we had now reached the shrine where the Priest normally resided.
âAh, you have all shown up.â
The Priest came out of the shrine, greeted us, and introduced himself to the group.
In a flash, the conversation was wrapped up and they had concluded a negotiation with the Priest to have him fly us to the east.
âWell then, have a good day. Whether the day when we meet again is something to be looked forward to or not is unclear... but Iâll be waiting to meet you again.â
âNgh... I understand.â
From that point on, through the efforts of Kurokiri and Ichiko, all of us had returned to the âWhite Mist and Black Swamp Forestâ.
On our return, Kurokiri with an eye patch was standing before us and said only one phrase.
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It was as if it told Merc she could do whatever she wanted.
âYouâre letting me pass?â
Merc asked. Naturally, there was no response. Regardless, Merc chose to descend the stairway past the Dorum Gai. Despite the fact that she didnât sense any animosity from the Dorum Gai, she kept both of her weapons at the ready just in case.
However, it didnât seem like the Dorum Gai any intention of fighting her.
So strange. Just what in the world is going on?
Despite the fact that she had prepared herself to fight both of them at the same time, she had struggled greatly against only one of them. She would be completely exhausted if she had to fight again.
And because there was no assurance that there would be no other enemies on the fifth floor, Merc wanted to save as much of her power as possible.
Come to think of it, will the Dorus Gai respawn?
After a certain amount of time had elapsed, the Magic Beasts within the Dungeons respawned. In general, the stronger the Magic Beast, the longer it took for it to respawn. The Dorus Gai would most likely take one to two days to respawn.
This meant that it probably wouldnât respawn before Merc left the Dungeon. Rather, Merc wasnât sure whether it would respawn at all. Because this Dungeon only produced Gai, the Dorum Gai and Dorus Gai had most likely appeared as a result of a sudden change or irregularity.
If the Dorus Gai was produced from a mutated normal Gai, the Magic Beast that would be reborn would most likely be a normal Gai.
Because the Dungeon of Probation had a set quantity and type of enemies, if an anomaly appeared and was defeated, it would generally not respawn. Merc wasnât completely familiar with the specifics, but it was common knowledge.
Merc could attest to its truth based on the innumerable Dungeons sheâd faced. In other words, this meant that the Dorus Gai wouldnât respawn.
âBut then again, even if Dorum Gai and Dorus Gai appeared as a result of a sudden change, why were they standing watch? Urgh... I canât figure it out no matter how hard I try.â
It would be easier if she just questioned Astard, who she assumed would know the answers.
Merc nonchalantly went down the stairway until she reached the fifth floor. A wave of dense Mana swept over her as she stepped into the fifth floor, as if to overwhelm her.
This powerful Mana torrent would easily overpower a small fry. Merc, on the other hand, calmly raised the amount of Mana around her and shrugged it off.
In the end, this attack was nothing more than a bluff. If the caster kept releasing this much Mana, he wouldnât last long. Merc stood motionless with a calm expression on her face, but she was struggling on the inside.
âIt seems like you didnât come here by accident.â
Just as she had predicted, Merc heard a familiar voice. At the same time, the Mana that had been overwhelming her vanished. A black-clad figure arrived out of nowhere the next moment.
He was dressed in a black mantle with a hood that covered his eyes. Because his expression was hidden behind the hood, the man gave off a sinister vibe at first glimpse.
However, Merc simply smiled slightly as she saw him. She was taken aback by her companion, who looked exactly the same after all this time.
âTo think that such a young girl could take down an Orange Grade Magic Beast... I shouldnât have underestimated Count Fonan.â
With his eyes still covered behind the hood, Astard remarked, apparently oblivious to Mercâs smile. He then drew a familiar wand from his mantle and prepared to fight.
Merc wasnât sure how heâd gotten an Orange Grade to obey him, but she was convinced that Astard had stationed the Dorum Gai and the Dorus Gai at the stairway to keep people away.
Nonetheless, Merc had another question to ask first.
âUm... Itâs... You see...â
Even though they were meeting for the first time in a long time, Merc had no idea what to say and hadnât given it any thought. Even though it seemed silly, Merc was still pondering what to say to Astard. Astard, on the other hand, cast a skeptical look at the suspicious girl in front of him. However, no one could blame him.
âScrew it... Answer me this, Great Sage. Just what are you doing sneaking around in this low-grade Dungeon?â
Ultimately, Merc decided that thinking about anything would be pointless, so she tucked her weapons away and raised her hand, referred to Astard just like she had in the past.
In contrast, Astard furrowed his brows behind his hood.
âOh? So you know who I am? So Count Fonan really did hire you to steal this information from me... You donât need to play dumb anymore.â
âCount Fonan? Whoâs that?â
âYour employer. Thereâs no way you havenât heard of him.â
Astard appeared to have misunderstood that Merc was employed by this individual known as Count Fonan. This was a frustrating development because it meant Merc had to first clear up the misunderstanding before speaking with Astard.
Merc sighed reluctantly before nonchalantly approaching Astard. Astard retaliated by raising his wand towards Merc.
However, Merc didnât stop.
âListen here Astard. I... I am not the assassin that youâre taking me for. I donât need your information. True, I have a lot of questions for you, but there is only one that is truly vital. Actually, the only reason I came to this Dungeon was so that I could ask you that question.â
âStop! Just what are you...â
âSo? Tell me! Why did you disband Gust of Wind? Why did you do it?!â
â?!â
Merc eventually came to a halt at a distance where Astardâs wand tip could touch her chest. Merc glanced up, Astardâs wand pressing on her chest, and saw Astardâs eyes veiled under his hood.
âThat doesnât concern you.â
Astard said while looking down at Mercâs jade-green eyes.
Astardâs reply infuriated Merc, who grabbed his collar and dragged his face closer to hers.
âIt doesnât concern me? Donât mess with me, you brat! Iâm the one who named that party!â
âW-What are you saying?â
âItâs true that it was that the Hero led us, and that the Saintess supported us. And it was you who was always there to keep the party safe. I was probably simply dead weight in the middle of it all. But that doesnât change the fact that I was the one who created Gust of Wind. Which gives me all the right to know just why in the hell you disbanded it!â
Merc spoke as though she were venting. Astard, on the other hand, just stared at her, stunned.
In a hazy voice, Astard muttered a name.
That name sounded exactly like a name Merc had heard innumerable times in her previous life. It sounded just like her past name. Merc was certain Astard had just spoken her name.
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The company that invented it did a lot of studies, submitted it to the FDA.
They studied it very carefully, skeptically, they approved it.
They have a rough idea of how it works, they have a rough idea of what the side effects are.
It should be OK.
You have a little more of a conversation with your physician and the physician is a little worried because you've been blue, haven't felt like yourself, you haven't been able to enjoy things in life quite as much as you usually do.
Your physician says, "You know, I think you have some depression.
I'm going to have to give you another pill."
So now we're talking about two medications.
This pill also -- millions of people have taken it, the company did studies, the FDA looked at it -- all good.
Think things should go OK.
Think things should go OK.
Well, wait a minute.
How much have we studied these two together?
Well, it's very hard to do that.
In fact, it's not traditionally done.
We totally depend on what we call "post-marketing surveillance," after the drugs hit the market.
How can we figure out if bad things are happening between two medications?
Three? Five? Seven?
Ask your favorite person who has several diagnoses how many medications they're on.
Why do I care about this problem?
I care about it deeply.
I'm an informatics and data science guy and really, in my opinion, the only hope -- only hope -- to understand these interactions is to leverage lots of different sources of data in order to figure out when drugs can be used together safely and when it's not so safe.
So let me tell you a data science story.
And it begins with my student Nick.
Let's call him "Nick," because that's his name.
Nick was a young student.
I said, "You know, Nick, we have to understand how drugs work and how they work together and how they work separately, and we don't have a great understanding.
But the FDA has made available an amazing database.
It's a database of adverse events.
They literally put on the web -- publicly available, you could all download it right now -- hundreds of thousands of adverse event reports from patients, doctors, companies, pharmacists.
And these reports are pretty simple: it has all the diseases that the patient has, all the drugs that they're on, and all the adverse events, or side effects, that they experience.
It is not all of the adverse events that are occurring in America today, but it's hundreds and hundreds of thousands of drugs.
So I said to Nick, "Let's think about glucose.
Glucose is very important, and we know it's involved with diabetes.
Let's see if we can understand glucose response.
I sent Nick off. Nick came back.
"Russ," he said, "I've created a classifier that can look at the side effects of a drug based on looking at this database, and can tell you whether that drug is likely to change glucose or not."
He did it. It was very simple, in a way.
He took all the drugs that were known to change glucose and a bunch of drugs that don't change glucose, and said, "What's the difference in their side effects?
Differences in fatigue? In appetite? In urination habits?"
He said, "Russ, I can predict with 93 percent accuracy when a drug will change glucose."
I said, "Nick, that's great."
He's a young student, you have to build his confidence.
"But Nick, there's a problem.
It's that every physician in the world knows all the drugs that change glucose, because it's core to our practice.
So it's great, good job, but not really that interesting, definitely not publishable."
He said, "I know, Russ. I thought you might say that."
Nick is smart.
"I thought you might say that, so I did one other experiment.
I looked at people in this database who were on two drugs, and I looked for signals similar, glucose-changing signals, for people taking two drugs, where each drug alone did not change glucose, but together I saw a strong signal."
And I said, "Oh! You're clever. Good idea. Show me the list."
And there's a bunch of drugs, not very exciting.
But what caught my eye was, on the list there were two drugs: paroxetine, or Paxil, an antidepressant; and pravastatin, or Pravachol, a cholesterol medication.
And I said, "Huh. There are millions of Americans on those two drugs."
In fact, we learned later, 15 million Americans on paroxetine at the time, 15 million on pravastatin, and a million, we estimated, on both.
So that's a million people who might be having some problems with their glucose if this machine-learning mumbo jumbo that he did in the FDA database actually holds up.
But I said, "It's still not publishable, because I love what you did with the mumbo jumbo, with the machine learning, but it's not really standard-of-proof evidence that we have."
So we have to do something else.
Let's go into the Stanford electronic medical record.
We have a copy of it that's OK for research, we removed identifying information.
And I said, "Let's see if people on these two drugs have problems with their glucose."
Now there are thousands and thousands of people in the Stanford medical records that take paroxetine and pravastatin.
But we needed special patients.
We needed patients who were on one of them and had a glucose measurement, then got the second one and had another glucose measurement, all within a reasonable period of time -- something like two months.
And when we did that, we found 10 patients.
However, eight out of the 10 had a bump in their glucose when they got the second P -- we call this P and P -- when they got the second P.
Either one could be first, the second one comes up, glucose went up 20 milligrams per deciliter.
Just as a reminder, you walk around normally, if you're not diabetic, with a glucose of around 90.
And if it gets up to 120, 125, your doctor begins to think about a potential diagnosis of diabetes.
So a 20 bump -- pretty significant.
I said, "Nick, this is very cool.
But, I'm sorry, we still don't have a paper, because this is 10 patients and -- give me a break -- it's not enough patients."
So we said, what can we do?
And we said, let's call our friends at Harvard and Vanderbilt, who also -- Harvard in Boston, Vanderbilt in Nashville, who also have electronic medical records similar to ours.
Let's see if they can find similar patients with the one P, the other P, the glucose measurements in that range that we need.
God bless them, Vanderbilt in one week found 40 such patients, same trend.
Harvard found 100 patients, same trend.
So at the end, we had 150 patients from three diverse medical centers that were telling us that patients getting these two drugs were having their glucose bump somewhat significantly.
More interestingly, we had left out diabetics, because diabetics already have messed up glucose.
When we looked at the glucose of diabetics, it was going up 60 milligrams per deciliter, not just 20.
This was a big deal, and we said, "We've got to publish this."
It was all data evidence, data from the FDA, data from Stanford, data from Vanderbilt, data from Harvard.
We had not done a single real experiment.
But we were nervous.
So Nick, while the paper was in review, went to the lab.
We found somebody who knew about lab stuff.
I don't do that.
I take care of patients, but I don't do pipettes.
They taught us how to feed mice drugs.
We took mice and we gave them one P, paroxetine.
We gave some other mice pravastatin.
And we gave a third group of mice both of them.
And lo and behold, glucose went up 20 to 60 milligrams per deciliter in the mice.
So the paper was accepted based on the informatics evidence alone, but we added a little note at the end, saying, oh by the way, if you give these to mice, it goes up.
That was great, and the story could have ended there.
But I still have six and a half minutes.
So we were sitting around thinking about all of this, and I don't remember who thought of it, but somebody said, "I wonder if patients who are taking these two drugs are noticing side effects of hyperglycemia.
They could and they should.
How would we ever determine that?"
We said, well, what do you do?
You're taking a medication, one new medication or two, and you get a funny feeling.
What do you do?
You go to Google and you type in "side effects."
What are you experiencing?
So we said OK, let's ask Google if they will share their search logs with us, so that we can look at the search logs and see if patients are doing these kinds of searches.
Google, I am sorry to say, denied our request.
So I was bummed.
I was at a dinner with a colleague who works at Microsoft Research and I said, "We wanted to do this study, Google said no, it's kind of a bummer."
He said, "Well, we have the Bing searches."
Yeah.
That's great.
Now I felt like I was -- I felt like I was talking to Nick again.
He works for one of the largest companies in the world, and I'm already trying to make him feel better.
But he said, "No, Russ -- you might not understand.
We not only have Bing searches, but if you use Internet Explorer to do searches at Google, Yahoo, Bing, any ...
Then, for 18 months, we keep that data for research purposes only."
I said, "Now you're talking!"
This was Eric Horvitz, my friend at Microsoft.
So we did a study where we defined 50 words that a regular person might type in if they're having hyperglycemia, like "fatigue," "loss of appetite," "urinating a lot," "peeing a lot" -- forgive me, but that's one of the things you might type in.
So we had 50 phrases that we called the "diabetes words."
And we did first a baseline.
And it turns out that about .5 to one percent of all searches on the Internet involve one of those words.
So that's our baseline rate.
If people type in "paroxetine" or "Paxil" -- those are synonyms -- and one of those words, the rate goes up to about two percent of diabetes-type words, if you already know that there's that "paroxetine" word.
If it's "pravastatin," the rate goes up to about three percent from the baseline.
If both "paroxetine" and "pravastatin" are present in the query, it goes up to 10 percent, a huge three- to four-fold increase in those searches with the two drugs that we were interested in, and diabetes-type words or hyperglycemia-type words.
We published this, and it got some attention.
The reason it deserves attention is that patients are telling us their side effects indirectly through their searches.
We brought this to the attention of the FDA.
They were interested.
They have set up social media surveillance programs which had a nice infrastructure for doing this, and others, to look at Twitter feeds, to look at Facebook feeds, to look at search logs, to try to see early signs that drugs, either individually or together, are causing problems.
What do I take from this? Why tell this story?
we have now the promise of big data and medium-sized data to help us understand drug interactions and really, fundamentally, drug actions.
How do drugs work?
This will create and has created a new ecosystem for understanding how drugs work and to optimize their use.
Nick went on; he's a professor at Columbia now.
He did this in his PhD for hundreds of pairs of drugs.
He found several very important interactions, and so we replicated this and we showed that this is a way that really works for finding drug-drug interactions.
However, there's a couple of things.
We don't just use pairs of drugs at a time.
As I said before, there are patients on three, five, seven, nine drugs.
Have they been studied with respect to their nine-way interaction?
Yes, we can do pair-wise, A and B, A and C, A and D, but what about A, B, C, D, E, F, G all together, being taken by the same patient, perhaps interacting with each other in ways that either makes them more effective or less effective or causes side effects that are unexpected?
We really have no idea.
It's a blue sky, open field for us to use data to try to understand the interaction of drugs.
Two more lessons: I want you to think about the power that we were able to generate with the data from people who had volunteered their adverse reactions through their pharmacists, through themselves, through their doctors, the people who allowed the databases at Stanford, Harvard, Vanderbilt, to be used for research.
People are worried about data.
They're worried about their privacy and security -- they should be.
We need secure systems.
But we can't have a system that closes that data off, because it is too rich of a source of inspiration, innovation and discovery for new things in medicine.
And the final thing I want to say is, in this case we found two drugs and it was a little bit of a sad story.
The two drugs actually caused problems.
They increased glucose.
They could throw somebody into diabetes who would otherwise not be in diabetes, and so you would want to use the two drugs very carefully together, perhaps not together, make different choices when you're prescribing.
But there was another possibility.
We could have found two drugs or three drugs that were interacting in a beneficial way.
We could have found new effects of drugs that neither of them has alone, but together, instead of causing a side effect, they could be a new and novel treatment for diseases that don't have treatments or where the treatments are not effective.
If we think about drug treatment today, all the major breakthroughs -- for HIV, for tuberculosis, for depression, for diabetes -- it's always a cocktail of drugs.
And so the upside here, and the subject for a different TED Talk on a different day, is how can we use the same data sources to find good effects of drugs in combination that will provide us new treatments, new insights into how drugs work and enable us to take care of our patients even better?
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That factory -- over a dozen people have committed suicide already this year.
One man died after working a 36-hour shift.
We all love chocolate.
We buy it for our kids.
Eighty percent of the cocoa comes from Cote d'Ivoire and Ghana and it's harvested by children.
Cote d'Ivoire, we have a huge problem of child slaves.
Children have been trafficked from other conflict zones to come and work on the coffee plantations.
Heparin -- a blood thinner, a pharmaceutical product -- starts out in artisanal workshops like this in China, because the active ingredient comes from pigs' intestines.
Your diamond -- you've all heard, probably seen the movie "Blood Diamond."
This is a mine in Zimbabwe right now.
Cotton: Uzbekistan is the second biggest exporter of cotton on Earth.
Every year when it comes to the cotton harvest, the government shuts down the schools, puts the kids in buses, buses them to the cotton fields to spend three weeks harvesting the cotton.
It's forced child labor on an institutional scale.
And all of those products probably end their lives in a dump like this one in Manila.
These places, these origins, represent governance gaps.
That's the politest description I have for them.
These are the dark pools where global supply chains begin -- the global supply chains, which bring us our favorite brand name products.
Some of these governance gaps are run by rogue states.
Some of them are not states anymore at all.
They're failed states.
Some of them are just countries who believe that deregulation or no regulation is the best way to attract investment, promote trade.
Either way, they present us with a huge moral and ethical dilemma.
I know that none of us want to be accessories after the fact of a human rights abuse in a global supply chain.
But right now, most of the companies involved in these supply chains don't have any way of assuring us that nobody had to mortgage their future, nobody had to sacrifice their rights to bring us our favorite brand name product.
Now, I didn't come here to depress you about the state of the global supply chain.
We need a reality check.
We need to recognize just how serious a deficit of rights we have.
This is an independent republic, probably a failed state.
It's definitely not a democratic state.
And right now, that independent republic of the supply chain is not being governed in a way that would satisfy us, that we can engage in ethical trade or ethical consumption.
Now, that's not a new story.
You've seen the documentaries of sweatshops making garments all over the world, even in developed countries.
You want to see the classic sweatshop, meet me at Madison Square Garden, I'll take you down the street, and I'll show you a Chinese sweatshop.
But take the example of heparin.
It's a pharmaceutical product.
You expect that the supply chain that gets it to the hospital, probably squeaky clean.
The problem is that the active ingredient in there -- as I mentioned earlier -- comes from pigs.
The main American manufacturer of that active ingredient decided a few years ago to relocate to China because it's the world's biggest supplier of pigs.
And their factory in China -- which probably is pretty clean -- is getting all of the ingredients from backyard abattoirs, where families slaughter pigs and extract the ingredient.
So a couple of years ago, we had a scandal which killed about 80 people around the world, because of contaminants that crept into the heparin supply chain.
Worse, some of the suppliers realized that they could substitute a product which mimicked heparin in tests.
This substitute cost nine dollars a pound, whereas real heparin, the real ingredient, cost 900 dollars a pound.
A no-brainer.
The problem was that it killed more people.
And so you're asking yourself, "How come the U.S. Food and Drug Administration allowed this to happen?
How did the Chinese State Agency for Food and Drugs allow this to happen?"
And the answer is quite simple: the Chinese define these facilities as chemical facilities, not pharmaceutical facilities, so they don't audit them.
And the USFDA has a jurisdictional problem.
This is offshore.
They actually do conduct a few investigations overseas -- about a dozen a year -- maybe 20 in a good year.
of these facilities producing active ingredients in China alone.
In fact, about 80 percent of the active ingredients in medicines now come from offshore, particularly China and India, and we don't have a governance system.
We don't have a regulatory system that that production is safe.
We don't have a system to ensure that human rights, basic dignity, are ensured.
So at a national level -- and we work in about 60 different countries -- at a national level we've got a serious breakdown in the ability of governments to regulate production on their own soil.
And the real problem with the global supply chain is that it's supranational.
So governments who are failing, who are dropping the ball at a national level, have even less ability to get their arms around the problem at an international level. And you can just look at the headlines.
Take Copenhagen last year -- to do the right thing in the face of an international challenge.
Take the G20 meeting a couple of weeks ago -- stepped back from its commitments of just a few months ago.
You can take any one of the major global challenges we've discussed this week and ask yourself, where is the leadership from governments to step up and come up with solutions, responses, to those international problems?
And the simple answer is they can't. They're national.
Their voters are local.
They have parochial interests.
They can't subordinate those interests to the greater global public good.
So, if we're going to ensure the delivery of the key public goods at an international level -- in this case, in the global supply chain -- we have to come up with a different mechanism.
We need a different machine.
Fortunately, we have some examples.
In the 1990s, concerning the production of brand name goods in the U.S. -- child labor, forced labor, serious health and safety abuses.
And eventually President Clinton, in 1996, convened a meeting at the White House, invited industry, human rights NGOs, trade unions, the Department of Labor, got them all in a room and said, "Look, I don't want globalization to be a race to the bottom.
I don't know how to prevent that, but I'm at least going to use my good offices to get you folks together to come up with a response."
So they formed a White House task force, and they spent about three years arguing about who takes how much responsibility in the global supply chain.
Companies didn't feel it was their responsibility.
They don't own those facilities.
They don't employ those workers.
They're not legally liable.
Everybody else at the table said, "Folks, that doesn't cut it.
You have a custodial duty, a duty of care, to make sure that that product gets from wherever to the store in a way that allows us to consume it, without fear of our safety, or without having to sacrifice our conscience to consume that product."
So they agreed, "Okay, what we'll do is we agree on a common set of standards, code of conduct.
We'll apply that throughout our global supply chain regardless of ownership or control.
We'll make it part of the contract."
And that was a stroke of absolute genius, because what they did was they harnessed the power of the contract, private power, to deliver public goods.
And let's face it, the contract from a major multinational brand to a supplier in India or China than the local labor law, the local environmental regulations, the local human rights standards.
Those factories will probably never see an inspector.
If the inspector did come along, it would be amazing if they were able to resist the bribe.
Even if they did their jobs, and they cited those facilities for their violations, the fine would be derisory.
But you lose that contract for a major brand name, that's the difference between staying in business or going bankrupt.
That makes a difference.
So what we've been able to do is we've been able to harness the power and the influence of the only truly transnational institution in the global supply chain, that of the multinational company, and get them to do the right thing, get them to use that power for good, Now of course, this doesn't come naturally to multinational companies.
They weren't set up to do this. They're set up to make money.
But they are extremely efficient organizations.
They have resources, and if we can add the will, the commitment, they know how to deliver that product.
Now, getting there is not easy.
Those supply chains I put up on the screen earlier, they're not there.
You need a safe space.
You need a place where people can come together, sit down without fear of judgment, without recrimination, to actually face the problem, agree on the problem and come up with solutions.
We can do it. The technical solutions are there.
The problem is the lack of trust, the lack of confidence, between NGOs, campaign groups, civil society organizations and multinational companies.
If we can put those two together in a safe space, get them to work together, we can deliver public goods right now, or in extremely short supply.
This is a radical proposition, and it's crazy to think that if you're a 15-year-old Bangladeshi girl leaving your rural village to go and work in a factory in Dhaka -- 22, 23, 24 dollars a month -- your best chance of enjoying rights at work is if that factory is producing for a brand name company which has got a code of conduct and made that code of conduct part of the contract.
It's crazy.
Multinationals are protecting human rights.
I know there's going to be disbelief.
You'll say, "How can we trust them?"
Well, we don't.
It's the old arms control phrase: "Trust, but verify."
So we audit.
We take their supply chain, we take all the factory names, we do a random sample, we send inspectors on an unannounced basis to inspect those facilities, and then we publish the results.
Transparency is absolutely critical to this.
You can call yourself responsible, but responsibility without accountability often doesn't work.
So what we're doing is, we're not only enlisting the multinationals, we're giving them the tools to deliver this public good -- respect for human rights -- and we're checking.
You don't need to believe me. You shouldn't believe me.
Go to the website. Look at the audit results.
Ask yourself, is this company behaving in a socially responsible way?
Can I buy that product without compromising my ethics?
That's the way the system works. I hate the idea that governments are not protecting human rights around the world.
I hate the idea that governments have dropped this ball and I can't get used to the idea that somehow we can't get them to do their jobs.
I've been at this for 30 years, and in that time I've seen the ability, the commitment, the will of government to do this decline, and I don't see them making a comeback right now.
So we started out thinking this was a stopgap measure.
We're now thinking that, in fact, this is probably the start of a new way of regulating and addressing international challenges.
Call it network governance. Call it what you will.
The private actors, companies and NGOs, are going to have to get together to face the major challenges we are going to face.
Just look at pandemics -- swine flu, bird flu, H1N1.
Look at the health systems in so many countries. Do they have the resources to face up to a serious pandemic?
No.
Could the private sector and NGOs get together and marshal a response?
Absolutely.
What they lack is that safe space to come together, agree and move to action.
That's what we're trying to provide.
I know as well that this often seems like an overwhelming level of responsibility for people to assume.
"You want me to deliver human rights throughout my global supply chain.
There are thousands of suppliers in there."
It seems too daunting, too dangerous, for any company to take on.
But there are companies.
We have 4,000 companies who are members.
Some of them are very, very large companies.
The sporting goods industry, in particular, stepped up to the plate and have done it.
The example, the role model, is there.
And whenever we discuss one of these problems that we have to address -- child labor in cottonseed farms in India -- this year we will monitor 50,000 cottonseed farms in India.
It seems overwhelming.
The numbers just make you want to zone out.
But we break it down to some basic realities.
And human rights comes down to a very simple proposition: can I give this person their dignity back?
Poor people, people whose human rights have been violated -- the crux of that is the loss of dignity, the lack of dignity.
It starts with just giving people back their dignity.
I was sitting in a slum outside Gurgaon just next to Delhi, one of the flashiest, brightest new cities popping up in India right now, and I was talking to workers who worked in garment sweatshops down the road, and I asked them what message they would like me to take to the brands.
They didn't say money.
They said, "The people who employ us treat us like we are less than human, like we don't exist.
Please ask them to treat us like human beings."
That's my simple understanding of human rights.
That's my simple proposition to you, my simple plea to every decision-maker in this room, everybody out there.
We can all make a decision to come together and pick up the balls and run with the balls that governments have dropped.
If we don't do it, we're abandoning hope, we're abandoning our essential humanity, and I know that's not a place we want to be, and we don't have to be there.
So I appeal to you.
Join us, come into that safe space, and let's start to make this happen.
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Since then not a soul has intruded into my dungeon, âWhite Mist and Black Swamp Forestâ.
âHmm. Itâs not looking good... Even ambush tactics have their limitations, depending on the difference in level.â
I did, however, grasp why no one was showing up at my dungeon.
To the south of my dungeon was the capital of this country, and in the middle of the capital, there was a fellow Demon King who kept engaging in a mindless battle with the people outside the dungeon.
By the way, the name of that dungeon is âOgreâs Fortress,â right? I believed it was a typical gory dungeon and the main monsters were goblins and ogres. Personally, I expect it to be down in a couple of months.
Also, the absence of a single survivor in my dungeon was undoubtedly a factor for anyone to emerge at my place.
Furthermore, this information came from the Fogs that were deployed outside the dungeon as clandestine surveillance.
Because of their low cost and scarcity of detection, these monsters were ideal for collecting information. They do violate commands and misbehave with humans on occasion, which has resulted in counterattacks.
Well, from now on, I need to elevate my level one way or another.
I canât, however, simply send monsters out of the dungeon and expect them to attack. Even before the attackâs efficacy deteriorates, the military has taken control of my entrance, and any attempt to force my way through would very definitely be greeted with retaliation attributed to the weakening monsters outside of the dungeon.
If that situation persisted, the humansâ level would ultimately rise to the point that they would be capable of overpowering me.
Therefore, it was absolutely out of the question to send them outside in a simple manner.
On the other hand, reducing the danger level in my labyrinth to make it easier for the adversary to enter was not an option as well. The military may have already initiated the usage of their skills. It was advisable to minimize the risk as much as possible.
âIf so, then this is the measure to take after all.â
Opening the âªDungeon Createâ« screen, I spent the DP that I obtained from my previous level-up that has not been expended yet to defuse this predicament.
What am I going to do? Well...
âIf they wonât voluntarily show up, after abducting them, I can put them to death in the dungeon. Since the front entrance is obstructed, why donât I build a back entrance? Hmm. Thatâs a very Demon King style of handling things.â
I had already confirmed with Help-kun that I can gain experience in this way as usual, and Help-kun said, [Itâs within my scope of expectation]. I was a little aggravated to hear that.
âWell, the report from the Fogs mentioned a school to the north-northwest of the city. Letâs adjust the depth so it doesnât collide with the sewers and other things under the road...â
While meticulously constructing the back entrance to the dungeonâs second level, I kept an eye on the screen.
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âHmm. Thatâs roughly it.â
In the room I had just established as my second-level workroom, I had now finished my operation.
So dramatic! Letâs proceed with an introduction to the dungeon while playing a song by ââ (This song is played only in my brain because I donât want to waste MP).
To begin with, the segment connecting the dungeon to the second level was created in the swampy area northwest of the first level, with a diameter of m and a gap of m. Incidentally, the water circulation was forced by using skills.
Hmm? Traffic is the worst? Well, I can fly.
A straight pathway was then built from there, allowing the dungeonâs exit to be positioned outside of the militaryâs warning zone.
Following that, I created a labyrinth between the exit and the connecting section. At this point, I installed a duct-like structure on the ceiling to facilitate the movement of demons with flight ability to various parts of the labyrinth.
As for the rest area... why not situate it in a corner of the labyrinth? In all honesty, I doubt anyone would have the chance to use it, which means itâs a dead space.
And the paramount issue this time was how to conceal the exit.
At first, a school was originally erected on top of the exit. And the gymnasium of this school was the type where space subsisted under the floor. Well, with this much said, you get the idea, donât you?
What a surprise! The entrance to a spectacular dungeon was hidden beneath the gymnasium, where nothing was supposed to exist! On top of that, thanks to the mindfulness of the artisan (me), the space under the gymnasium had been treated as a labyrinth to the utmost limit, and the mushroom cloud had been deployed in a way that they cannot be discovered even if they were sighted or subjected to the use of the perception skill!
Yes, the inhabitants will never be able to sleep with their pillows up high again, thanks to these creatures appearing out of nowhere!
Well, now that the construction of the dungeon is over, I have to place the monstersãŒ
Oh, there are some new monsters.
This oneâs an enhanced type.
Oh, this guy is mediocre.
This guy is essential for the labyrinth....
As for the gatekeeper... this guy is appropriate.
Hmm? This monster is... Hmm. This is good. Very impressive indeed. The conditions are slightly complicated but well worth it.
âHmm. This is starting to get interesting.â
With a smile plastered on my face, I contacted Fogs, who had been out of the dungeon, and proceeded to scope out my prey. | {
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But in reality, even if you argue that the law of energy conservation might not apply in the world of magic, itâs still strange. If the mana recovery potion has that much mana inside of it, why drink it? Why not just throw it to your enemy? It can cause much more destruction.
After that, I began to wonder. Maybe the reason why the potion needs to be drunk is that the mana inside it needs to be converted into another kind of energy first?
Unexpectedly, I began to feel that perhaps this train of thought is right. In other words, maybe there are types of mana.
So whenever someone uses magic, they utilize their body mana to interact with nature mana. The body mana can be recovered by the potion. That means the potion is like an external battery.
In this case, the role of class and skills would be like the smartphone OS and application that finetune the mana into a specific and more efficient path. Thatâs why for the wielder of [Spearmanship] like me when we use a spear, our fatigue is drastically decreased.
As for which act as an OS and which act as an application, I need more experiments to find out. Well, that can be done later.
And the result of the experiment is that magic can be activated but its powers fall considerably. That means thereâs a limit on how much the core of magic, the nature mana, you can use simultaneously in a small area. As for whether that limit is the same everywhere or is there any place that has denser nature mana, that needs more research.
The downside of this discovery is the fact that it also affects the magic used by our own allies. Thereâs also a possibility that if you continue to waste nature mana, there might be a point where you canât activate any magic.
As for the merit of this discovery, we now know that the later a magic is activated, the bigger it receives the influence of lacking nature mana. Itâs proven by the fact that despite offensive magic obviously should have consumed larger nature mana than activating magic tools, the rate of weakening of the effect of offensive magics is considerably higher than the magic tools.
Most importantly, magic tools can be used by anyone even if they possess no mana. To prevent the opponent from using any magic, all you need to do is either increase the number of magic tools or create a magic tool that can waste a large amount of nature mana.
Thereâs a need to do more research on the effect of wasting nature mana on a skill. At least I think thereâs no need for a field experimental study like this for that research.
Then, according to the game knowledge, the amount of nature mana present in one specific place isnât much. Because if it is, the hero party can win by using saturation tactics [] .
Maybe the reason why the hero party only has a few elites that can use magic is so they can use their power to their full potential.
I also researched past demon outbreaks and found that demons that use magic in a demon outbreak are few. Even if the demons can use magic, they will only use simple magic, not big-scale offensive magic. It makes sense considering the number of demons present in an outbreak.
Thatâs why I thought just maybe this nature mana waste tactic is a key to solving the future attack on the capital event.
The royal palace does have a barrier protecting it, but in the game, it still got destroyed, so I have no intention to rely on the barrier.
Rather, relying on the nature mana waste tactic will be much better since all Heavenly Emperors, including the Heavenly Emperor that will attack the capital, are magic-type opponents, while the Generals are physical type.
Unfortunately, a magic tool capable of using up all nature mana in its surroundings didnât exist. Despite that, this rather underhanded tactic is still a ray of light in the darkness for me since the opponents are beings that canât be defeated by normal means.
I need to think and research how to make this tactic usable in future battles.
âA splendid idea, Viscount Zeavert.â
âI agree. It was truly amazing.â
Count Shandel and Mage Fogto came to me and praised me. Here, I need to obediently accept their praise.
âThank you very much. I am rather glad that everything has gone so smoothly.â
âThis is a great discovery. With this, we just need to throw a magic tool that can exhaust the surrounding nature mana to an enemy mage troop to make their magic considerably weaker.â
Fogto-san, the battle against demons is right in front of us, so why are you more concerned about countriesâ disputes?
I guess thatâs just how politics is, eh. Though even if we do as Fogto said, Iâm sure the opponent will be able to create a similar thing in no time. History wise, a weapon that is successful in Country A will immediately be created by Country B.
Thatâs natural since Country B already has an example that they just need to copy. Unless a genius like Archimedes creates the weapon. In that case, recreating it will be difficult.
For me, Iâm more interested in knowing the name of the craftsmen who successfully brought weapons from Archimedesâs design to reality. I wonder if those craftsmen created it after understanding the principle behind it. Itâs unfortunate that the name of these craftsmen isnât well known.
âWe need to create a disposable magic tool that can exhaust nature mana in the surrounding.â
âYes. I will immediately send a research proposal to the kingdom.â
Iâm curious where they planned to use that sort of magic tool, but I wonât ask. Itâs better for me if a magic tool like that is created as soon as possible so I can use it. I donât have any ability to actually create it.
âBut I am curious. All this time, the subject of the firepower of magic falling in a group battle has never been brought up?â
âUnfortunately, no. In the first place, no verification has been done, so no one has realized it.â
Fogto-sanâs answer convinced me. Without having a hypothesis like mine, thereâs no way the mages even bother to verify it. Plus in a real battle, the decrease in damage brought by the magic can also be attributed to the opponentâs armor and their defensive magic, so it must have been hard to tell.
Not to mention in the midst of a life or death battle, who has the leisure time to verify it? I have felt in the recent demon outbreak how much stuff you need to do on an actual battlefield.
I also understand if they said that they never thought of using not the equipment but tools and not to defend against magic but rather to obstruct it.
âAnyway, since we have finished the experiment, I wish to start preparing for the group battle training.â
âAh, thatâs right.â
This training is also important, so donât forget it, Count. | {
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Most of us worry about things we can't control, like war, terrorism, the tragic earthquake that just occurred in Haiti.
But what really threatens humanity?
A few years ago, Professor Vaclav Smil tried to calculate the probability of sudden disasters large enough to change history.
He called these, "massively fatal discontinuities," meaning that they could kill up to 100 million people in the next 50 years.
He looked at the odds of another world war, of a massive volcanic eruption, even of an asteroid hitting the Earth.
But he placed the likelihood of one such event above all others at close to 100 percent, and that is a severe flu pandemic.
Now, you might think of flu as just a really bad cold, but it can be a death sentence.
Every year, 36,000 people in the United States die of seasonal flu.
In the developing world, the data is much sketchier but the death toll is almost certainly higher.
You know, the problem is if this virus occasionally mutates so dramatically, it essentially is a new virus and then we get a pandemic.
In 1918, a new virus appeared that killed some 50 to 100 million people.
It spread like wildfire and some died within hours of developing symptoms.
Are we safer today?
Well, we seem to have dodged the deadly pandemic this year that most of us feared, but this threat could reappear at any time.
The good news is that we're at a moment in time when science, technology, globalization is converging to create an unprecedented possibility: the possibility to make history by preventing infectious diseases that still account for one-fifth of all deaths and countless misery on Earth.
We can do this.
We're already preventing millions of deaths with existing vaccines, and if we get these to more people, we can certainly save more lives.
But with new or better vaccines for malaria, TB, HIV, pneumonia, diarrhea, flu, we could end suffering that has been on the Earth since the beginning of time.
So, I'm here to trumpet vaccines for you.
But first, I have to explain why they're important because vaccines, the power of them, is really like a whisper.
When they work, they can make history, but after a while you can barely hear them.
Now, some of us are old enough to have a small, circular scar on our arms from an inoculation we received as children.
But when was the last time you worried about smallpox, a disease that killed half a billion people last century and no longer is with us?
Or polio? How many of you remember the iron lung?
We don't see scenes like this anymore because of vaccines.
Now, it's interesting because there are 30-odd diseases that can be treated with vaccines now, but we're still threatened by things like HIV and flu.
Why is that?
Well, here's the dirty little secret.
Until recently, we haven't had to know exactly how a vaccine worked.
We knew they worked through old-fashioned trial and error.
You took a pathogen, you modified it, you injected it into a person or an animal and you saw what happened.
This worked well for most pathogens, somewhat well for crafty bugs like flu, but not at all for HIV, for which humans have no natural immunity.
So let's explore how vaccines work.
They basically create a cache of weapons for your immune system which you can deploy when needed.
Now, when you get a viral infection, what normally happens is it takes days or weeks for your body to fight back at full strength, and that might be too late.
When you're pre-immunized, what happens is you have forces in your body pre-trained to recognize and defeat specific foes.
So that's really how vaccines work.
Now, let's take a look at a video that we're debuting at TED, for the first time, on how an effective HIV vaccine might work.
Narrator: A vaccine trains the body in advance how to recognize and neutralize a specific invader.
After HIV penetrates the body's mucosal barriers, it infects immune cells to replicate.
The invader draws the attention of the immune system's front-line troops.
Dendritic cells, or macrophages, capture the virus and display pieces of it.
Memory cells generated by the HIV vaccine are activated when they learn HIV is present from the front-line troops.
These memory cells immediately deploy the exact weapons needed.
Memory B cells turn into plasma cells, which produce wave after wave of the specific antibodies that latch onto HIV to prevent it from infecting cells, while squadrons of killer T cells seek out and destroy cells that are already HIV infected.
The virus is defeated.
Without a vaccine, these responses would have taken more than a week.
By that time, the battle against HIV would already have been lost.
Seth Berkley: Really cool video, isn't it?
The antibodies you just saw in this video, in action, are the ones that make most vaccines work.
So the real question then is: How do we ensure that your body makes the exact ones that we need to protect against flu and HIV?
The principal challenge for both of these viruses is that they're always changing.
So let's take a look at the flu virus.
In this rendering of the flu virus, these different colored spikes are what it uses to infect you.
And also, what the antibodies use is a handle to essentially grab and neutralize the virus.
When these mutate, they change their shape, and the antibodies don't know what they're looking at anymore.
So that's why every year you can catch a slightly different strain of flu.
It's also why in the spring, we have to make a best guess at which three strains are going to prevail the next year, put those into a single vaccine and rush those into production for the fall.
Even worse, the most common influenza -- influenza A -- also infects animals that live in close proximity to humans, and they can recombine in those particular animals.
In addition, wild aquatic birds carry all known strains of influenza.
So, you've got this situation: In 2003, we had an H5N1 virus that jumped from birds into humans in a few isolated cases with an apparent mortality rate of 70 percent.
Now luckily, that particular virus, although very scary at the time, did not transmit from person to person very easily.
This year's H1N1 threat was actually a human, avian, swine mixture that arose in Mexico.
It was easily transmitted, but, luckily, was pretty mild.
And so, in a sense, our luck is holding out, but you know, another wild bird could fly over at anytime.
Now let's take a look at HIV.
As variable as flu is, HIV makes flu look like the Rock of Gibraltar.
The virus that causes AIDS is the trickiest pathogen scientists have ever confronted.
It mutates furiously, it has decoys to evade the immune system, it attacks the very cells that are trying to fight it and it quickly hides itself in your genome.
Here's a slide looking at the genetic variation of flu and comparing that to HIV, a much wilder target.
In the video a moment ago, you saw fleets of new viruses launching from infected cells.
Now realize that in a recently infected person, there are millions of these ships; each one is just slightly different.
Finding a weapon that recognizes and sinks all of them makes the job that much harder.
Now, in the 27 years since HIV was identified as the cause of AIDS, we've developed more drugs to treat HIV than all other viruses put together.
These drugs aren't cures, but they represent a huge triumph of science because they take away the automatic death sentence from a diagnosis of HIV, at least for those who can access them.
The vaccine effort though is really quite different.
Large companies moved away from it because they thought the science was so difficult and vaccines were seen as poor business.
Many thought that it was just impossible to make an AIDS vaccine, but today, evidence tells us otherwise.
In September, we had surprising but exciting findings from a clinical trial that took place in Thailand.
For the first time, we saw an AIDS vaccine work in humans -- albeit, quite modestly -- and that particular vaccine was made almost a decade ago.
Newer concepts and early testing now show even greater promise in the best of our animal models.
But in the past few months, researchers have also isolated several new broadly neutralizing antibodies from the blood of an HIV infected individual.
Now, what does this mean?
We saw earlier that HIV is highly variable, that a broad neutralizing antibody multiple variations of the virus.
If you take these and you put them in the best of our monkey models, they provide full protection from infection.
In addition, these researchers found a new site on HIV where the antibodies can grab onto, and what's so special about this spot is that it changes very little as the virus mutates.
It's like, as many times as the virus changes its clothes, it's still wearing the same socks, and now our job is to make sure we get the body to really hate those socks.
So what we've got is a situation.
The Thai results tell us we can make an AIDS vaccine, and the antibody findings tell us how we might do that.
This strategy, working backwards from an antibody to create a vaccine candidate, has never been done before in vaccine research.
It's called retro-vaccinology, and its implications extend way beyond that of just HIV.
So think of it this way.
We've got these new antibodies we've identified, and we know that they latch onto many, many variations of the virus.
We know that they have to latch onto a specific part, so if we can figure out the precise structure of that part, present that through a vaccine, what we hope is we can prompt your immune system to make these matching antibodies.
And that would create a universal HIV vaccine.
Now, it sounds easier than it is because the structure actually looks more like this blue antibody diagram attached to its yellow binding site, and as you can imagine, these three-dimensional structures are much harder to work on.
And if you guys have ideas to help us solve this, we'd love to hear about it.
But, you know, the research that has occurred from HIV now has really helped with innovation with other diseases.
So for instance, a biotechnology company has now found broadly neutralizing antibodies to influenza, as well as a new antibody target on the flu virus.
They're currently making a cocktail -- an antibody cocktail -- that can be used to treat severe, overwhelming cases of flu.
In the longer term, what they can do is use these tools of retro-vaccinology to make a preventive flu vaccine.
Now, retro-vaccinology is just one technique within the ambit of so-called rational vaccine design.
Let me give you another example.
We talked about before the H and N spikes on the surface of the flu virus.
Notice these other, smaller protuberances.
These are largely hidden from the immune system.
Now it turns out that these spots also don't change much when the virus mutates.
If you can cripple these with specific antibodies, you could cripple all versions of the flu.
So far, animal tests indicate that such a vaccine could prevent severe disease, although you might get a mild case.
So if this works in humans, what we're talking about is a universal flu vaccine, one that doesn't need to change every year and would remove the threat of death.
We really could think of flu, then, as just a bad cold.
Of course, the best vaccine imaginable is only valuable to the extent we get it to everyone who needs it.
So to do that, we have to combine smart vaccine design with smart production methods and, of course, smart delivery methods.
So I want you to think back a few months ago.
In June, the World Health Organization flu pandemic in 41 years.
The U.S. government promised 150 million doses of vaccine by October 15th for the flu peak.
Vaccines were promised to developing countries.
Hundreds of millions of dollars were spent and flowed to accelerating vaccine manufacturing.
So what happened? Well, we first figured out how to make flu vaccines, how to produce them, in the early 1940s.
It was a slow, cumbersome process that depended on chicken eggs, millions of living chicken eggs.
Viruses only grow in living things, and so it turned out that, for flu, chicken eggs worked really well.
For most strains, you could get one to two doses of vaccine per egg.
Luckily for us, we live in an era of breathtaking biomedical advances.
So today, we get our flu vaccines from ...
chicken eggs, hundreds of millions of chicken eggs.
Almost nothing has changed.
The system is reliable but the problem is you never know how well a strain is going to grow.
This year's swine flu strain grew very poorly in early production: basically .6 doses per egg. So, here's an alarming thought.
What if that wild bird flies by again?
You could see an avian strain that would infect the poultry flocks, and then we would have no eggs for our vaccines.
So, Dan [Barber], if you want billions of chicken pellets for your fish farm, I know where to get them.
So right now, the world can produce about 350 million doses of flu vaccine for the three strains, and we can up that to about 1.2 billion doses if we want to target a single variant like swine flu.
But this assumes that our factories are humming because, in 2004, the U.S. supply was cut in half by contamination at one single plant.
And the process still takes more than half a year.
So are we better prepared than we were in 1918?
Well, with the new technologies emerging now, I hope we can say definitively, "Yes."
Imagine we could produce enough flu vaccine for less than half of what we're currently spending now in the United States.
With a range of new technologies, we could.
Here's an example: A company I'm engaged with has found a specific piece of the H spike of flu that sparks the immune system.
If you lop this off and attach it to the tail of a different bacterium, which creates a vigorous immune response, they've created a very powerful flu fighter.
This vaccine is so small it can be grown in a common bacteria, E. coli.
Now, as you know, bacteria reproduce quickly -- it's like making yogurt -- and so we could produce enough swine origin flu for the entire world in a few factories, in a few weeks, with no eggs, for a fraction of the cost of current methods.
So here's a comparison of several of these new vaccine technologies.
And, aside from the radically increased production and huge cost savings -- for example, the E. coli method I just talked about -- look at the time saved: this would be lives saved.
The developing world, mostly left out of the current response, sees the potential of these alternate technologies and they're leapfrogging the West.
India, Mexico and others are already making experimental flu vaccines, and they may be the first place we see these vaccines in use.
Because these technologies are so efficient and relatively cheap, billions of people can have access to lifesaving vaccines if we can figure out how to deliver them.
Now think of where this leads us.
New infectious diseases appear or reappear every few years.
Some day, perhaps soon, we'll have a virus that is going to threaten all of us.
Will we be quick enough to react before millions die?
Luckily, this year's flu was relatively mild.
I say, "luckily" in part because virtually no one in the developing world was vaccinated.
So if we have the political and financial foresight to sustain our investments, we will master these and new tools of vaccinology, and with these tools we can produce enough vaccine for everyone at low cost and ensure healthy productive lives.
No longer must flu have to kill half a million people a year.
No longer does AIDS need to kill two million a year.
No longer do the poor and vulnerable need to be threatened by infectious diseases, or indeed, anybody.
Instead of having Vaclav Smil's "massively fatal discontinuity" of life, we can ensure the continuity of life.
What the world needs now are these new vaccines, and we can make it happen.
Thank you very much.
Chris Anderson: Thank you.
Thank you.
So, the science is changing.
In your mind, Seth -- I mean, you must dream about this -- what is the kind of time scale on, let's start with HIV, for a game-changing vaccine that's actually out there and usable?
SB: The game change can come at any time, we've shown we can get a vaccine to work in humans; we just need a better one.
And with these types of antibodies, we know humans can make them.
So, if we can figure out how to do that, then we have the vaccine, and what's interesting is there already is some evidence that we're beginning to crack that problem.
So, the challenge is full speed ahead.
CA: In your gut, do you think it's probably going to be at least another five years?
SB: You know, everybody says it's 10 years, but it's been 10 years every 10 years. So I hate to put a timeline on scientific innovation, but the investments that have occurred are now paying dividends.
CA: And that's the same with universal flu vaccine, the same kind of thing?
SB: I think flu is different. I think what happened with flu is we've got a bunch -- I just showed some of this -- a bunch of really cool and useful technologies that are ready to go now.
They look good. The problem has been that, what we did is we invested in traditional technologies because that's what we were comfortable with.
You also can use adjuvants, which are chemicals you mix.
That's what Europe is doing, so we could have diluted out our supply of flu and made more available, but, going back to what Michael Specter said, the anti-vaccine crowd didn't really want that to happen.
CA: And malaria's even further behind?
SB: No, malaria, there is a candidate that actually showed efficacy in an earlier trial and is currently in phase three trials now.
It probably isn't the perfect vaccine, but it's moving along.
CA: Seth, most of us do work where every month, we produce something; we get that kind of gratification.
You've been slaving away at this for more than a decade, and I salute you and your colleagues for what you do.
The world needs people like you. Thank you.
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However, its size was abnormal. Slime-type demonic beasts were normally one meter in length, at best. Moreover, there should be none with power to manipulate the surrounding water. It should only capable of manipulating tentacles that were part of its own body.
âWhat the... whatâs with that demonic beast? Is it... a Vachram?â
Randzi muttered in blank surprise. Vachram itself was a slime-type demonic beast of this world.
âWell, I donât care whatever it is. In the end, isnât this the thing polluting the oasis? So, it is most likely to have a peculiar magic that excreted the poison.â
â... What youâre thinking should be right. But, can Hajime-dono defeat it?â
While Hajime and Randzi were conversing, the Oasis-Vachram was still attacking in anger by using its tentacles. Yue and Tio were dealing with those tentacles with ice magic and fire magic respectively. Hajime was also intercepting while talking using Donner-Schlag, and though he aimed at the core-like red magic stone, he could not easily hit it since the magic stone moved around the body, as if it had its own will.
Seeing Hajimeâs artifacts and magic from Yue and Tio, Randzi had given up being surprised and decided to just ignore them which resulted in him being capable of calmly ask Hajime that question.
âNn~... yeah, thereâs no need to worry. Iâve caught it now.â
Replying casually to Randziâs question, Hajime quietly put Schlag back into its holster and used both hands to ready Donner while narrowing his eyes, following the track of the moving magic stone. His right arm thrusted straight forward and left armâs elbow slightly bent. His feet, one positioned forward and one backward. It was the shooting posture called Weaver Stance, the pose to accurately fire Donner.
Hajimeâs eyes sharply narrowed just like those of a hawkâs, completely capturing the movement of that magic stone. Then...
KABOOM!!
With a dry explosive sound, a line of flash cut through the air as though they were pulled by a magnetic force. The moving magic stone, while ignoring the law of inertia, was shot through by the flash, and it could be said the magic stone was being voluntarily being hit.
The impact and heat from the railgun instantly annihilated the magic stone, and at the same time, Oasis-Vachram lost its power and the water it manipulated returned into normal water. WoOoOoOSH~! A large amount of water poured down. Randzi and his subordinates were watching the generated rough waves.
â... Is it over?â
âAh, thereâs no more magic power reaction from the oasis now. I donât know whether annihilating the cause is equal to purifying it though.â
With Hajimeâs words indicating he easily repulsed the cause of Ancadiâs desperate situation only made Randzi and his subordinates puzzled. Even so, because the cause was certainly annihilated before their own eyes, one of Randziâs subordinate came to examine the waterâs substance in a panic.
â... How is it?â
â... No, it is still polluted.â
Randzi asked with an expectant tone, but his subordinate was shaking his head in disappointment. They knew the people were infected by the water drawn from the oasis, but they could not conceal their disappointment after finding out that it was still polluted even though Oasis-Vachram was no longer there.
âWell, thereâs no need for thee to be disappointed. With the cause gone, the pollution wonât advance. And the water from the oasis comes from the fresh water in the underground water pulse, so the oasis will be able to return to its normal state if the polluted water is exhausted.â
Tio told Randzi and his subordinates to comfort them, thus Randzi and his subordinates began to pull themselves together, displaying their wills. Their appearances, with Randzi, ruler of Ancadi, in the center showed how much they loved this country. It was a country that existed in a severe environment, so the patriotism was high.
â... But, I wonder just why that Vachram-like demonic beast is doing in the desert... Was it a new kind of demonic beast that came from underground water pulse?â
Having pulled himself together, Randzi tilted his head while looking at oasis. And Hajime was the one who answered him.
âIt is just my guess, but... it was probably the work of Demon race, right?â
â!? Demon race? Hajime-dono, you must know something to be able to say that, right?â
Randzi was surprised by Hajimeâs words, but he instantly regained his composure and urged Hajime to explain. Randzi was looking at Hajime, the one who secured the water and annihilated the cause of pollution, with respect and trust. Thereâs no more trace suspicion that he had in the beginning.
Hajime guessed the Oasis-Vachram was a new demonic beast created by Age of Gods magic Demon race had. Thereâs the peculiarity of Oasis-Vachram, coupled with the fact the Demon race was also aiming at Aiko in Ul and the Heroes in Orcus.
It was probably one of Demon raceâs scheme, using demonic beast. The Demon race was investigating and erasing dangerous, unknown element and the key point in northern of the continent before the war. The proofs were how they aimed at Aiko, an existence that could affect food supply, and the Heroes from another world the Church of the Saints summoned to fight against Demon race.
As for Ancadi, it was the key point of food supply since it was the relay point of marine products from Elisen and it also produced large amount of fruits and other food ingredients. Moreover, if Ancadi was attacked, it was hard to call for help because it is located in the middle of the Great Desert. So, it wouldnât be odd for Demon race to aim for Ancadi.
Being told so, Randzi raised a low groan with a bitter expression.
âIâve heard about the demonic beast. We also did our own investigation about it but... Iâve never expected they could create such a thing... how naive of me.â
âWell, it isnât something you can help, right? After all, even the Imperial Capital didnât get information about new kinds of demonic beasts. Furthermore, the case where the Heroâs party was attacked was only recently. And that must have created commotions everywhere right now.â
âMaybe it is about time for them to move make a move, huh... Hajime-dono... although you introduced yourself as an adventurer... those artifacts and power, as expected, you are the same as Kaori-dono...â
Without saying anything, Hajime shrugged his shoulders, thus Randzi stopped asking, thinking Hajime must have his own circumstance. No matter what the circumstance was, it didnât change the fact that Hajimeâs party saved Ancadi. Thereâs no need to make any useless inquiry to their benefactors.
â... Hajime-dono, Yue-dono, Tio-dono. Let this Lord of Ancadi, Randzi Fuad Zengain, show his gratitude on behalf of this country. You have saved this country.â
Saying so, Randzi and his subordinates bowed their heads. It wasnât an easy thing for the Lord himself to bow his head, but regardless whether Hajime is one of the âGodâs Apostles,â Randzi would still bow his head. And although only a short time had passed, Hajime understood Randzi held an extraordinary patriotism. This was also the reason why his subordinates didnât stop Randzi from bowing his head to someone who introduced himself as a mere adventurer, and they also bowed their heads. Such personality was also passed onto his son, Viz. Their gesture, speech, and behavior were alike.
Towards them, Hajime was smiling broadly while saying,
âAh, you have expressed your gratitudes. Also, please donât forget about this huge favor.â
He expected them to return this favor. Well, it was not something new. Hajime said, âNo, please donât worry about that. This is something natural to do as a person,â clearly and humbly, thus Randzi was inadvertently dumbfounded thinking Hajime had casually said he wanted something. Randzi himself actually didnât mind giving him anything as his thank towards the countryâs saviors, but he didnât expect it to be said straight to his face.
Hajime had thought thereâs no need for gratitude since it was necessary for him to make Ancadi secure because he needed to entrust them with Myuu, and thereâs Kaoriâs request, too.
However, because they made their way to express their gratitude, it wouldnât be bad to have more people as allies in a time of emergency, so he clearly told them it was a favor. Hajime thought Randzi would sincerely correspond to it, but he was also a politician, so Hajime needed to make sure of it.
âAh, ahh. Of course. It will be remembered forever... But, there are still many people suffering in Ancadi, can I ask your help in their behalf?â
It was something Randzi was used to, as a politician and as a noble, but Randzi was a little perplexed due to the too straight forward words said by Hajime. Before long, as if he had come to an agreement, Randzi nodded with a wry smile. Afterwards, he requested Hajime to procure âSerene Stoneâ for the sake of saving those infected.
âMy original objective was «Guryuu-en Great Volcano». Thus, thereâs no problem in getting it at all. However, just how much should I gather?â
With Hajime easily accepting his request, Randzi patted his chest in relief, next he told Hajime the current number of patients and the amount needed to be gathered. Although it was a considerable amount, it was not a problem because Hajime possessed âTreasure Box.â Normal adventurers might not be able to save all of the infected, so Randzi was thanking God to have met Hajimeâs party.
Accompanied by Shia inside the medical center, Kaori displayed storm-like activities. She simultaneously extracted magic power from the more urgent patients and filled the Magic-crystallization stones. She also delayed the progress of disease for the patients gathered within radius of ten meters from her and used healing magic at the same time to recover the patients from their weakened state.
Shia was using her herculean strength to move the immobilized patients at once. She wasnât moving using the wagon, but she lifted the wagon filled with the patients and jumped above the buildings, going back and forth the medical facilities. It was because it was more efficient to gather the more urgent patients around Kaori than her going around each of the facilities.
This method created an unbelievable spectacle starring the should be incompetent rabbit-eared girl, made a lot of patients begin to think their disease had gotten worsen, and thus created such illusion. Despair poured into the medical facilities, creating unnecessary chaos.
The medical staff themselves had used high-ranked magic in succession, and they became astonished when they saw Kaori used several healing magic simultaneously as if it was a natural thing. Once their astonishment passed, they now held deep respect towards Kaori, and treated the patients according to Kaoriâs instructions.
Hajime and the others arrived at the group gathered around Kaori. Afterwards, Randzi spoke out loud about the water being secured and how the cause had been annihilated which resulted with everyone shouting out of joy at the same time. Smiles began to return to the people who were despairing from the amount of death and how they could not secure safe water in the middle of the desert.
The information was immediately conveyed to the other facilities. The infected people regained up their energies because they only needed to endure a little while and they would be saved.
âKaori, we are going to challenge «Guryuu-en Great Volcano». So, how long can you hold on?â
âHajime-kun...â
Inside the medical facilities filled with shouts of joy, Hajime walked up to Kaori, who didnât stop treating the patients, and asked.
Kaori was so glad once she seen Hajimeâs figure, but she immediately made a serious expression, watching an empty space. Next, she finished her calculation, turned to look at Hajime and answered with, âTwo days.â She might have judged that was the very limit regarding both her magic power and the patientsâ endurance.
âHajime-kun. I, I will stay here and treat the patients. Please gather the Serene Stone. It seems to be a valuable mineral... but no one except Hajime can do it because a large amount is needed. I am sorry... even though I know Hajime-kun doesnât concern himself with this world...â
âIf itâs just that much, then I can just gather them while entering deeper into the volcano. It doesnât matter if I need to search on the surface... In short, I only need to conquer the dungeon faster. Also, thereâs no need for you to apologize. After all, it is something I decided myself... Besides, I couldnât just leave Myuu in a place where people collapsed and died, right?â
âFufu... I see. Then, good luck, and leave Myuu-chan to me.â
Kaori had heard about the Mad Gods and the purpose of Hajimeâs travel on their way to Ancadi. She also heard Hajime would return to their original world even if it means to abandon this world. He also told her to return to Kouki and the others if she couldnât agree to his way. Having heard all of those, Kaoriâs will didnât waver; she wanted to continue following Hajime.
Even in this current case, if Hajime decided to abandon Ancadi, and although she would try to persuade him, she would just give up if thereâs no effect.
However, it was the truth that she wanted to become the strength for the people of Ancadi, if she could. She was inadvertently looking at Hajime with petitioning gaze at that time when Hajime was thinking about his decision. She wasnât conceited that her desire would be the same as Hajimeâs decision, but Kaoriâs gaze must have influenced Hajimeâs decision since he shrugged his shoulders a little with a wry smile when he received her gaze.
Thatâs why, the way it seemed that Hajime was going along with her selfish desire made Kaori hold a complex feeling.
However, Hajime only indifferently shook his hand towards the apologizing Kaori. Having seen through Kaoriâs feeling, he told her not to mind since it was something he decided on. Kaori smiled at Hajime, who was worried about her although he said so in a blunt manner, and who casually showed a father-like attitude. She looked at him with a gaze filled with trust and affection.
âI will also do my best... so please come back safely. I will be waiting...â
â...O-okay.â
Kaori, who narrowed her eyes dearly and exuding an aura of a wife who sends off her husband to the battlefield, made Hajime stammer inadvertently.
Since before, Kaori had been a straightforward person. Even when they were in Japan, Kaori mercilessly cut down Koukiâs misunderstanding, dropping bomb onto Hajime which resulted in the classroom to suffer the storm of jealousy... those had become their daily life. And she was being even more frank since the day she confessed to him.
Hajime somehow managed to avert his gaze, but the place he averted to was... where Yue was. He saw it; Yue was watching Hajime in silence with dead, inorganic eyes. It was really terrible. He instinctively changed his gaze other way, and Kaori was there smiling with affection...
But seeing Kaoriâs atmosphere, our idol, Myuu dropped a bomb.
âKaori-oneechan, Kaori-oneechan looks just like Yue-oneechan from before. Is Kaori-oneechan going to kiss Papa~?â
âOya? So thou saw it, Myu?â
âUh~? Myuu saw it from the gap between the fingers. Yue-oneechan looked so lovely~. Myuu also wants to kiss Papa~.â
âU~m. Even this one hath not done that, thou know? So, Myuu need to wait until Myuu is bigger.â
âUu~.â
Myuuâs innocent words made Hajime say, âThis good for nothing!â an unjust anger towards Tio. As expected, with âThose eyes! Those eyess! Tres Bien!â Tio began to be aroused, but it was something trivial this time.
As for the reason, a katana-shouldering Hanya appeared right beside Hajime. Of course, it was Kaori.
â...What does that mean, ah? Wasnât Hajime-kun going there to work on something? So, why did you kiss Yue? Tell me, how did it come to that? Was there any need to do that? While I was desperately treating the patients, the two of you were enjoying yourselves, ah? Did you even forget about me? Rather, did we separate just so you could be alone?â
Eyes without light, Kaori was looking at Hajime with a Hanya behind her. Cold sweats ran along Hajimeâs cheeks. Hajime wanted to say it was because of the bloodsucking act; he and Yue wouldnât be separated unless they kiss. But faster than him, Yue advanced.
Hajime had expected her to solve the misunderstanding, but he was a fool to expect that from Yue in this kind of situation.
Yue and Kaori looked at each other, and Yue puffed her chest in a dignified manner. Smiling after saying fu,
â... It was delicious.â She informed Kaori.
âAha, ahahahahaha.â
âFufu, fufufufufufu.â
Eerie laughter coming from the two beautiful girls was echoing inside the medical center. Up until now, the staff of medical center and patients thought of Kaori as a saint, but now they were taken aback and turned their faces away so their eyes would not meet hers.
It was something they couldnât help. No one would think a person with katana-swinging Hanya behind then was a saint. Moreover, the one confronting her had a dragon clad in black clouds and thunders. They couldnât help but wanting to look away.
Towards Kaori and Yue, who were staring at each other while laughing, Hajime sighed and quickly decided to approach them to deliver forehead flicks. Shwip! An unbelievable sound rang out from the impact of the flicks. Yue and Kaori spontaneously groaned and squatted. With teary eyes, they looked up, expressing, âWhat are you doing,â which made Hajime raised an amazed expression.
âKaori. Itâs not like I and Yue had wanted to do such an act. You understand it, right? Besides, Yue is my lover. We donât need your permission to do such a thing.â
âUh... that is so... but I donât think it is the real reason...â
Angered by that, Kaori objected to Hajime. Hajime sighed again and said, âYue, too, thereâs no need to always bicker like that.â However, hmph!, Yue turned her face and refused to listen to him, âThis is a womanâs fight... thereâs no need for Hajime to interfere.â
Randzi and the others could only stand in place by the suddenly generated carnage. Shia reflected, âI noticed that recently my presence had been thinned.â Tio was still panting hard, while Myuu turned into angry mode because Yue and Kaori were quarrelling again.
Hajime gave up on controlling the situation and decided to go to «Guryuu-en Great Volcano» as fast as possible. Kaori was not the only one being busy in the medical center, since although Hajime had told Randzi beforehand, he once again told Randzi to take care of Myuu. Smiling wryly at the relationship between Hajime and his party, Randzi readily agreed to take care of Myuu.
Myuu had been persuaded beforehand, but as soon as she guessed Hajime was going to leave, Myuu looked down with a lonely expression. Hajime kneeled to match Myuuâs eye-level and patted her head.
âMyuu, I am going. Be a good girl and wait for me, okay?â
âUh, Myuu will be a good girl. So come back quickly, Papa.â
âAh, I will return as fast as possible.â
Grasping the end of her clothes tightly with both hands, Myuu was enduring her tears. And the appearance of Hajime gently patting Myuu, even if they werenât related by blood, made everyone see them as nothing but a father and his child. The cold, post-carnage atmosphere has turned warm. Hajime pushed Myuuâs back towards Kaoriâs side. Yue, Shia, and Tio moved out in order.
Hajime was about to turn on his heel, when Kaori called out to him.
âAh, Hajime-kun... thatâs, have a safe journey.â
âOu, please take care of Myuu.â
âUn... also, that is... can I ask for a, kiss? Like... a kiss to pray for a safe trip.â
âOn cheek is okay, too, you know? Still no?â
Although she was fidgeting with flushed cheeks, Kaoriâs tone was unexpectedly a strong one. Apparently her rivalry with Yue made her think she must not back out at such a time. Hajime recalled that he noticed Kaori was rather proactive at the time they were still in Japan, but the Kaori after confessing to him was even more proactive.
Hajime ignored the rabbit-ear who said, âAh, then me, too!,â from behind him and decided to flatly refuse Kaori, but he was attacked by an unexpected enemy.
âMyuu, too~. Myuu wants to kiss Papa, too!â
Kaori took an advantage of Myuu, who innocently reached out to Hajime. Hajime wanted to say a lot of things and evade her (Myuu isnât that strong after all), but finally,
âPapa, Papa hates Myuu?â
Saying so with teary eyes, Myuu endured herself from crying.
In the end, Kaori, Myuu, and somehow Shia were kissed on their cheek. And this time, in a place where a lot of patients were lying down, they were watched with warm gazes although they didnât know why. Afterwards, Hajime, as if running away, went towards «Guryuu-en Great Volcano».
By the way, although Tio also wanted a kiss, Hajime rashly insult her because she was being too cocky which resulted in her being even more excited. Let just say it turned into something disgusting. | {
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âWell, I wanted to see Carlo-samaâs sword skills with my own eyes.â
âI should show you the arena sometime soon. Well, thereâs no better place to go to see a match, right?â
âYouâre right, hohoâ
In front of my eyes was Viscount Gerg.
Heâs a noble possessing a small territory which is adjacent to the Medici border territory.
Even if our social status is different he isnât my vassal, but because thereâs a huge difference in economic structure his territory is included in mine.
Viscount Gerg seemed to be in his early s and was a gentle person.
He grew a long white beard, the spitting image of Santa Claus.
When he was laughing his eyes would become thin lines this also made him seem rather kind.
Inwardly he also seems to have that kind of character, he gained the peopleâs respect by giving the poor. (TN: I donât trust him =__=)
Though, because heâs a viscount he isnât a high-ranking noble but despite being of an old aristocratic family heâs close to Carlo whoâs an emerging aristocrat.
Iâd like to take care of this relationship so that I can use him as a fighting force in the conflict with the major aristocratic families.
âWell then, I shall return soon. Please take care of your body in the future because it will grow cold soon.â
âRight back at you, Gerg. Take care of your body.â
âThank you, Carlo. Then I shall take my leave.â
After Gerg left I chose a suitable reason to leave the mansion and went to the hideout.
I put on my mask, just to be sure and entered the hideout where Pick was waiting.
âWhatâs the matter, Pick? Did something happen?â
When I asked Pick with my mask covering my face to hide my identity, Pick answered with a difficult expression.
âItâs from big bro Drum and Bass. Strange things seem to happen recently for some reason.â
âWhat are those strange things?â
âI didnât really understand it that well, but there seems to be some guy putting the blame for crimes on the Rabbit Group.â
âWhat the hell?â
I decided to go to the Rabbit groupâs hiding place together with Pick first.
âSo, what do you mean?â
âI donât really get it either. Just that thereâs some guy doing vicious things under our name.â
Bass answered my question but he didnât seem to know what happened.
âDrum, what does that mean?â
âYes, even though he assumed our name itâs not the Rabbit group name. These guys seemed to perform kidnappings repeatedly and call themselves âHighway thievesâ.â
âTha, thatâs right. They only kidnap beautiful women and take ransom money but never return the hostages. However, if you donât pay the ransom youâll find the kidnapped woman murdered somewhere.â
âHighway thieves, you said? That was the name you used before, right? ......I just want to verify one thing, none of you did that, right?â
âO, of course, we didnât! Ever since we follow head Akatsuki we stopped doing things like killing or kidnapping.â
I ask because my seniors have a criminal record.
Well, anyhow, it doesnât look like they were lying.
âSo that culprit is calling himself âHighway Thiefâ?â
âThatâs right. So, what in the world shall we do?â
But I would be troubled if the Rabbit group had to be disposed of because of that.
Because they are like a backbone for my illegal actions.
âI understood the situation. Go search for the perpetrator of the kidnappings. However, donât do anything more than that.â
ââUnderstood!ââ
âApart from that, howâs the relay road?â
âLike this, we can earn a lot. As you told me I bought some horses and made several stations along the main road to the capital. When you use these you wonât even take days to the capital.â
Hoh, up until now a messenger would take at least days so this is rather fast.
âBecause itâs like this we can use it as a business. Things like love letters or medicine, things people want to send quickly, we can charge them with a high price.â
âNaturally. What about collecting information?â
âOther than the information about the wheat I told you before there isnât anything else at the moment. Itâs just that the atmosphere between the royal family and the influential nobles grew more dangerous.â
I see, then it might be good to come in contact with the royal family soon and press for the engagement with the princess.
âHowâs the matter of attacking the caravans who donât hold a bill going?â (TN: The caravans who have paid up to go into the city get a bill)
âAbout that, Head, look over there.â
When that guy Bass said so he joyfully brought out a black cloth.
âIn reference to Headâs mask we all made this.â
As he said so he put on the black cloth.
It was a mask you could pull over your head with holes for the eyes and nose.
It resembles a wrestling mask.
âIf we attack the caravans like this theyâll get so scared theyâll immediately hand over the money. Because those guys donât have a bill theyâll try to avoid the checking stations by using other roads other than the highway so theyâll immediately know what awaits them.â
......Thatâs fine and all but you completely look like a combatant of an evil organisation when you put that on, senior.
âHow is it? Donât you think it looks pretty cool?â
âYe, yeah, they look pretty goodâ
âRight? If we work under the Head we have to have masks after all!â
Oh well, as long as my seniors are happy with it then letâs settle with this. (TN: The evil Rabbit organisationâs combatants are born~)
After I left the Rabbit Groupâs hiding place I looked around the adventurerâs guild.
Then I saw Crescent Moon waiting for me in the Guildhall.
Unusually she didnât wear her Breastplate over her light clothing but you still could see her valley like always.
âYo, Mister Akatsuki. I waited for youâ
âWhat is it, Crescent Moon? Do you have any business with me?â (TN: Bye bye money again?)
âI got some rather interesting information. I think this might interest you.â
âHoh, what kind of information?â
âSlow down there, I wonât tell you for free. Give me five gold coins. If you donât I wonât tell youâ (TN: Yep, bye-bye, money again)
She wants five gold coins again.
Is the information this valuable? (TN: Sheâs overcharging you all the time. Come on, you should have noticed.)
I took out five gold coins and handed them to Crescent Moon.
âThank you! The truth is......â (TN: I just wanted your money and will now run away? I actually love you? Iâm Felicia?)
Crescent Moon suddenly lowered her voice and brought her face closer to mine.
****, her face is too close to mine I could feel Crescent Moonâs breathe on my skin.
I suddenly became worried whether my breath smells bad.
âRecently a guy came over and asked me to do some absolutely confidential work. Looks like he heard that Iâd do anything for money.â
I brushed my teeth this morning so it should be fine. (TN: You have toothbrushes?.... I mean, listen to her. Iâll hit you)
âSo I can tell you what kind of job it is but I canât tell you the details. The reward was at least gold coins and heâd pay me more depending on the results.â
Still, Crescent Moonâs breathe smells pretty good.
Aah, and her lips look really soft. (TN: You paid money for this so listen up!!!)
âSo I thought a little and asked him if I could bring a friend who would do anything for money like me and can keep his mouth shutâ
Besides, there are those wonderfully round lumps in front of my face.
Those two round lumps were also touching the top of the table.
They completely looked like tender rice cakes, no, like two mirror rice cakes. (TN: So itâs mochi and kagami mochi . I believe he meant one kagami mochi though and also, youâre an idiot)
âHow is it? Itâs interesting, right? So I thought about taking you with me. Want to do it?â
âThatâs right, I want to eat rice cakes again after this long.â (TN:
face palm
âHah? What the hell? Even though a person is talking seriously here you are thinking about food? Listen properly!â
âAah, sorry. I listened properly. Of course, Iâll do it. This......smells kind of fishy.â (TN: You actually listened?....)
âHmpf, well, fine then. Okay then I will contact the other person today so come back here tomorrow.â
Mmm, when she got angry they bounced.
Like I thought those mountains werenât artificial but naturally formed.
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âWh-what just happened?â
âAttacks with mass cannot be stopped by raising magic defenses. Because it is physical.â
The meteors were just heated boulders. They fell and dealt physical damage.
Barriers that were focused on magic defense could then be easily destroyed.
âTh-that may be true, but...â
âRuck. Serulis doesnât even understand why you were able to summon twelve meteors at once.â
Goran said with a laugh.
Serulis was good with a sword, but she was still a newcomer as an Adventurer. She wasnât used to seeing magic.
âI see. Well, youâll get used to the idea.â
âRe-really?â
Serulis looked like she couldnât believe it.
âMaybe I should make it a little easier to get in.â
âThank you, Ruck.â
I nodded back and then slammed the dust-filled area with Explosion.
It was the strongest one that I could manage.
It converted high-density magic energy into heat in an instant. And the caused it to expand suddenly.
âDDDDOOOOOOOOO
The shock waves were even stronger than the ones caused by the meteors.
Even the trees that did not burn were cut down by the shock waves.
Up in the sky, Dorgo swayed a little.
âNow. Letâs charge on in. I bet all but the Arch Vampires are dead.â
Goran immediately held Serulisâs arm. I held Grulf and Shia.
Dorgo was diving. If we werenât careful, we could be thrown off.
Shia shrieked quietly. Even she had to hold her tail between her legs.
Grulf howled and shook.
When we were close to the ground, we could see the damage that the meteors and Explosion had done.
There were broken magic machines. About seventy of them.
And corpses of evil dragons as well.
I didnât see any dead vampires. I wanted to think it was because they burned up, but you couldnât be too careful.
And then we found an entrance that seemed to lead underground.
Eric called out in a loud voice.
âThey are inside. Keep your guard up!â
âAye!â
Dorgo stopped just above the ground. And we all quickly jumped off of his back. Nothing else around us moved.
And so we headed towards the entrance. It was locked, but I was able to open it with magic.
After the third one hit, a vampire came running out.
He was covered in flames but his flesh was not burning.
Eric quickly slashed at him, but the vampire dodged the attack.
Goran stepped in and attacked as well, but this too was dodged.
At the same time, the vampire launched a Fireball of his own. It was incredibly quick and very powerful.
I created a magic barrier in the nick of time and shouted.
âItâs no ordinary High Lord! Be careful!â
Eric and Goran continued to attack the vampire with their swords.
Shockingly, the vampire seemed to be on even footing while fighting them both.
Just as I was about to support them with magic, other vampires started to crawl out from all around us.
There had been other hidden entrances to the underground. And now there were nearly a hundred vampires.
âWe killed so many, and yet there were this much left!â
âAt least there are no machines or evil dragons!â
âGoran, Eric. You deal with him. Serulis, Shia, Grulf. Weâll take down the weak ones.â
âUnderstood!â
âGroof!â
I unsheathed the Devil King Sword and cut into the closest vampire.
Shia and Serulis also started fighting.
There were no lesser vampires. They were a mixture of archs and lords.
My role was to allow Eric and Goran to focus on the fight with the mysterious vampire.
At the same time, I had to support Serulis and the others.
âGrulf, stay close to me.â
I watched over the entire scene and unleashed my magic and used my sword where I could.
Serulis and Shia were doing excellent work. They fought bravely against the lords.
Eric and Goran also seemed to be gaining an advantage.
Perhaps they had heard the noise because evil dragons were starting to fly towards us, but Dorgo kept them at bay.
I couldnât hold back. I used spell after spell to kill the vampires.
And then I saw a lord appear right behind Goran as he fought.
âThere!â
Just as the lord appeared, Serulisâs sword flashed.
The lord had moved as mist, but now its head flew in the air. Serulis had predicted its movement, it seemed.
Before the head hit the ground, Serulis swung her sword again and split it into two.
âDonât mention it!â
Goran sounded very happy. It was nice seeing Serulis and Shia grow.
Then, when we had fought long and hard to kill ninety percent of them...
âLocke! Theyâve attacked! We need your help!!â
Katheâs voice sounded from the bracelet. She did not sound calm.
âIâll go right now. Eric!â
âAye, leave the rest to us!â
âWeâll follow you as soon as we are finished here.â
Eric moved away from the mysterious vampire. The vampire tried to pursue him, but Goran blocked him.
Then a lord appeared and attacked Goran, but Serulis cut him down.
In the meantime, I touched Ericâs shield and sent magic into it in order to activate the teleport.
And then I jumped into it. Grulf followed me.
I arrived in the water dragon settlement. We burst out of the shed where the magic circle had been placed.
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She was as far as she could from the World Tree, but if a gigantic tree like that collapsed, she couldnât avoid death no matter where she went.
But even so, she could at least protect herself from the falling barks and twigs.
When the World Tree started creaking and the risk of collapse became apparent, a snake-like Dragon coiled around the World Tree to support it. Furthermore, a violent storm surrounded the top part of it and prevented it from tilting to the side.
In other words, she understood that some transcendental beings were joining forces and trying to protect the World Tree.
âStill... It doesnât change the fact that I canât do anything.â
Many people got injured during the chaos that was brought about by the urgent evacuation.
In the worst case, the panic could even result in deaths.
Due to such a situation, all the members of the World Tree Religion were busy healing the general public.
âYahoo, how you been, Ashella?â
âHyoeeh?!â
Ashella had taken command and was going around casting healing magic herself too, but someone suddenly called out to her from behind.
But there was only one person who could address the current her so casually. But
that being
was one she never thought would show up here. After all, she was quite literally the nemesis of the World Tree Religion.
âL-Lady Yuuri?â
Ashella responded back as quietly as she could, but the God of Destruction Yuuri raised her hand casually in response.
There were three fainted people behind her. Among them, two were people Ashella was familiar with.
âNicole! And Lady Cortina too?â
âGood grief, it was a mess. Are you interested in the situation? You are, right?â
God of Destruction Yuuri explained the situation to her half-forcibly.
She was something like a distant relative to Ashella, and in fact her magic teacher as well. But the World Tree Religion held a grudge against her for breaking the World Treeâs summit.
Ashella was the pope of that religion, so she wasnât someone she could interact so friendly with.
The God of Destruction didnât seem to care about that one bit, however.
âKufar did? And Nicole and Lady Cortina...â
âFinia too. You have to give them a proper hero treatment, okay?â
âNaturally. But this is quite troubling.â
She meant Kufar.
The half-demon discrimination had finally grown weaker, but then this happened.
Kufar himself was reborn as a Deadly Disease Slime, but it would be quite bad if his past life was dug up and it spread to the world.
The hatred toward the half-demons that finally softened would come back once again.
âWell, you donât have to mention his past life, do you? A mutant Slime eroded the World Tree. And Nicole saved it. That should do, donât you think?â
âNot everyone is as scheming as you, Ashella.â
âThatâs rude!â
Ashella who had only lived a few hundred years couldnât match up to her who had lived a thousand since the mythical times.
Even she lost her composure against those who still treated her as a child. It felt like her normal standing was reversed.
Nevertheless, the God of Destructionâs words were important and accurate.
âAlright, I will spread it like that.â
âPlease do. When it comes to uproars like this, people need the culprit and the hero who stood up to him.â
âIndeed. But is Nicole alright?â
âThese two have a magic deficiency, and Nicole is experiencing a shock because she handled magic power beyond the limits of her control. There is no danger to their lives.â
After she said so, she levitated the three of them toward the beds.
âI plan to return her to her parents, but have her rest here in the meantime.â
âYes, of course.â
âThereâs one more problem. The VÃðópnir System of the World Tree.â
âThe thing that broke before I was born and what allowed us to use the resurrection magic?â
âYes, that. Iâm not sure how he managed it, but Kufar restored that function. Thanks to that, resurrection magic is currently impossible to use.â
âIt is a major problem. But due to this, the World Treeâs purification function was restored and the half-demons can no longer be born at present.â
In this world, souls were born from the World Tree and returned to the World Tree after death to be purified.
The imperfectly purified souls in particular ended up being reborn as half-demons.
The merits and demerits of the VÃðópnir System breaking were the resurrection magic and the existence of half-demons.
Now that it got restored, the purification mechanism returned to normal, making resurrection magic impossible to use as well as half-demons no longer being born.
âHalf-demons no longer being born isnât bad, right?â
âYes. But at the same time, resurrection magic is no longer usable. I donât particularly mind it either way... but...what do we do about the VÃðópnir System?â
âMeaning?â
âIf you wish to, I can break it again.â
âThatâs...â
The resurrection of the dead. For some humans that was magic theyâd want to have by any means.
But it also went against the providence of the world.
As a result, half-demons started being born, spreading discrimination throughout the world.
This was a question of whether to sacrifice the resurrection magic so that half-demons wouldnât be born.
âPlease leave it as is.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes. Everyone I know were people who did not want to be revived.â
Be it her grandmother who was an Adventurer, or her grandfather who created the resurrection magic, both of them rejected being resurrected just before death.
It was partly due to old age, but it was also because they lived to the fullest and died satisfied.
The ones who are left behind would find it hard to accept, but that was how humans ought to be.
âResurrection magic might be too much for the current mankind. Those who desire that power will surely climb the World Tree with their own strength and destroy the VÃðópnir System.â
âSo youâre saying those who desire power have to work for it?â
âYes.â
The God of Destruction seemed satisfied with her answer and nodded.
âUnderstood. Then thatâs the end of this incident. I have to go talk to someone for a bit, so Iâll leave Nicole to you.â
âAlright.â
Saying so, the God of Destruction left the church behind.
Just as she left the church, she started speaking to herself. It was in a small enough voice that the wind could overshadow.
âBaa, is everything fine on your end?â
âNo problem. The World Tree is important for me too, after all.â
The God of Destructionâs gaze was focused on the snake-like Dragonâthe Dragon God Bahamut, which was coiled around the World Tree.
Bahamutâs skin had transformed into what seemed to be the World Treeâs bark, and supported it by assimilating into it.
âYouâve been quite rash to merge into it. It would take centuries to turn back, you know?â
âThere was no other choice but to do it. Plus, a few hundred years is but an instant for me.â
âThere you go acting all composed. But still, thank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â
Certainly, for Bahamut, who was one of the primordial gods even older than the God of Destruction, merging into the World Tree until it recovered may not be all that long.
But still, it was enough time for humans to be reborn several times.
It was by no means a trivial amount.
âWell, Iâll come to visit you sometimes. Iâll leave the World Tree in your hands.â
âConvey my regards to Nicole too.â
âAlright. But itâs quite rare for you to take a liking to a human, isnât it?â
âShe has the makings of someone who could reach our heights one day. So itâs natural that I have.â
âIt doesnât seem like she will choose that path, though.â
âThat all depends on her.â
Hearing his words, the God of Destruction shrugged her shoulders.
During these thousand years, the only ones by her side were her husband, Wind God Hastur, and her partner in crime, Dragon God Bahamut.
Her old friend Levy, who was called the Drifting God, loitered the northern lands and barely showed her face.
If Nicole joined in, she felt that the future would turn more enjoyable.
âWell, I canât force her...â
She muttered regretfully and turned back toward the church.
First came returning her to her parents, after all. | {
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After returning to Samsara Egg Village from the tree where the Earth Spirit King was, in front of his house at dusk, Pumpkin found Mizuki, sporting a mask and cape as usual, with the leader on her shoulder, waiting for him.
âOh, hold on a second...â
The relief of being back in the village caused him to ease up slightly, and as he was about to approach Mizuki and the leader, he... stopped dead in his tracks unconsciously.
Why was that? Mizukiâs backside appeared distorted like a shimmer of hot air, perhaps influenced by the abundance of magic power.
How can I describe it... it gives off a very bad vibe.
And if following his instincts and intuition, he should turn around and flee right now.
âAh, not good. I left something in the forest...â
And so accordingly, he took a right turn and set out to escape into the forest but...
âPumpkin?â
âBunbu, bunbubu? (Where are you going?)â
â!?â
Before even he could initiate a movement, Mizukiâs voice resonated peculiarly well relative to ordinary, and the meaning in the leaderâs wings was conveyed beautifully.
Needless to say, the obnoxiously frigid magic contained in those words was also transmitted.
This is... seriously bad!?
âToday is already...â
âPumpkin. Shall we descend to the ground for now?ââ
Pumpkin made a valiant effort to elude the magic power emanating from Mizuki and the leader, but Mizuki compelled him to slowly plummet to the earth first.
âU-Um, Mizuki-san...?â
âWhat is it?â
He took a look at Mizukiâs complexion through the mask.
Mizuki was... smiling. It was a radiant smile.
Despite this, Mizukiâs body was dripping with magic power as if she couldnât control her emotional outbursts, and the environment was warping all around her.
Oh, yeah. This feeling is reminiscent of Mizukiâs after I experimented with [Overburst] in the past with the Anregirat... in other words, sheâs in a full-blown rage!
âYou can tell where my fury is coming from, canât you?â
âAh... well...â
He kept his distance from Mizuki, who was progressively closing in on him, while slowly withdrawing.
As for why Mizuki is pissed off...
âThe fact that I went outside the village without permission?â
âThat is a part of it.â
A-A part of it!?
U-Um, is there another matter...
He tried to establish a distance between himself and Mizuki, but Mizuki was quicker to press closer, so the distance between them gradually narrowed down.
âI-I recklessly performed several experiments without your consent!?â
T-This is not the end of it!?
At this point, Pumpkin realized that the wall had bumped into his back and that he had been guided in the direction of escape by Mizuki and the leader.
I mean, I donât have any further insight into this!?
âDonât you get it?â
âI have no clue...â
âAre you sure?â
âFor real.â
âBunbu? (Are you serious?)â
âI am serious.â
To Mizukiâs question, he answered straightforwardly.
The leaderâs eyes were as if she was staring at a piece of filth as Mizukiâs smile and the magic power that emanated from her became even thicker.
Huh? I donât recall doing anything that would warrant that level of criticism though!?
âHow about the matter of your misbehavior toward the Earth Spirit King?â
âOh...
This was when the realization dawned on him.
The thought of the many things he had done to the Earth Spirit King (a young girl in her outer appearance), and what it would look like if someone from the outside were to witness it crossed his mind.
âJust a while ago, I got a message from the Earth Spirit King saying... that a pumpkin had come into her bedroom and inflicted various terrible things on her.â
âHiie... ah...â
Pumpkin struggled to retreat, but there was no way out since the wall was right behind him as Mizukiâs wrath and the magic power she emanated grew more intense.
âWhat have you done! You stupid pumpkin!!â
âI-I am sorry!?â
He was then subjected to the greatest physical and mental breakdown of his life at the hands of Mizuki and the leader.
In the end, Mizuki and the leader words ensued.
[If you ever do anything like that again...]
[Bunbun. (I will stab you.)]
Hearing those words, a sensation of being twisted into something that should already be gone due to the influence of this body was felt, and Pumpkin was genuinely terrified.
At the same time, the men who happened to be passing by were also involuntarily holding their crotches.
Somehow, those feelings were not hard to understand.
Pumpkinâs consciousness eventually faded away.
â â â â â
âWell, it was a fine hunt.â
âTodayâs a festival.â
âBunbu.â
Once the sun had fallen, Gorky, Crave, and Valkyrie returned to Samsara Egg Village with their haul from the Lean Forest where they had gone hunting.
They were planning to host a feast this evening to mark the conclusion of their investigation into the nearby ruins, so they headed to the location where Mizuki and the others had granted them permission to do so and were greeted by the sight of...
The chief was slumped to the ground, his whole body convulsing in some kind of awful way.
He exchanged glances with both Crave and Valkyrie individually, and through the eye contact developed over years of hunting, they searched for the best line of action for the circumstance and decided on it.
The resulting choice they made was...
âNow, letâs get permission right away, shall we?â
âWe didnât offend Mizuki-san after all.â
âBunbubu.â
They didnât see anything. That was the choice.
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When the sun began to emerge and it got bright enough for a person to see the front of their feet, they both set off again.
The terrain they traveled on was rugged, as it had been previously, but Merc and Totoara were moving fast. Totoara was merely following behind Merc, who was moving quicker than usual.
âHey, Merc. Thereâs something Iâd like to ask.â
Totoara said this while nibbling on a red fruit sheâd plucked from a nearby tree.
âTotoara, what is it?â
Merc asked in a gentle tone, so as to prompt Totoara to speak.
âUm... Itâs...â
âWell, I wasnât really sleeping yesterday, I was just pretending. I also realized that you were staring at me all the time.â
âWhat?â
âSo? You did look at me, didnât you?â
Totoara asked, leaving Merc speechless. Merc had never believed sheâd be exposed.
To think that Iâd be found out! I let my guard down thinking that she couldnât see in the dark. Her eyes must have gotten used to the dark at some point...
If Totoara discovered that Merc had been ogling her chest, their journey would become quite awkward from now on. Furthermore, sheâd think that Merc was some kind of pervert that enjoyed ogling women in their sleep.
Itâs not like thatâs wrong but still... I need to swindle my way out of this...
âT-Thatâs... I was free while waiting for the bandits to attack again so I passed the time by looking at your face. Thereâs nothing to do during the night so I got bored, so I needed to find something to do... Donât get me wrong. I didnât have any ulterior motives. If you donât like people looking at your face while youâre sleeping, then I apologize for doing it. Iâll also make sure that it doesnât happen...â
âBut you werenât looking at my face. You were looking at my chest, werenât you?â
âAck... Chest? Oh! Your chest! Well... I guess I did see it... But even if I did, that doesnât imply I was staring at your chest the entire time! I wonât dispute that your chest is attractive, and that your clothing emphasizes it, but I was merely keeping an eye out in case any bad guys came! I kept an eye on your chest!â
Merc had unintentionally dug herself a hole.
âItâs fine. I get it, so you donât need to try and lie to me.â
âI-Iâm not lying! Just what do you think you know about me?!â
Merc reacted fiercely, most likely spurred by Totoaraâs expression of pity. Totoara, on the other hand, merely smiled and spoke warmly.
âI get it. Youâre a girl too after all, Merc.â
âWhat? A girl?â
âThatâs right. You were interested in the size of my breasts, werenât you? You donât need to worry. Yours will grow too!â
Totoara had entirely misinterpreted the situation.
Thank god... Iâm saved! Iâve never been more grateful for being born as a girl!
Totoara suspected Merc had gazed at her chest, most likely because she was envious of its size.
And, as Totoara had previously stated, Mercâs appearance and height were like those of a normal adult. There was no chance her chest would continue to develop on its own.
As Merc was convincing herself of that, she suddenly remembered something.
Wait... Come to think of it, why did Totoara do that at that time?
As Merc contemplated this, she discovered Totoara had already proceeded forward.
âN-No. Itâs nothing.â
Merc answered without expressing anything and simply started walking.
They finally arrived at the foot of the mountain about the time the sun was hanging high in the sky after a long walk.
As they did, they suddenly noticed a small settlement.
However, referring to it as a settlement would be an exaggeration. It was a little community with only a dozen houses, all of which appeared to be in ruins. Furthermore, this location had not even been noted on the map provided by the guild. It appeared to be deserted from what both could see.
âThis place is eerie.â
Just as Merc was about to say that she suddenly shifted her gaze to one of the houses.
The house was slightly larger than the others, and there was an old man in front of it, who was taken aback when he spotted Merc and Totoara.
âAh! Thereâs a man there. Is he a ghost perhaps?â
âHey! Thatâs rude. Heâs a living and breathing human being... I think...â
As Totoara had just mentioned, the old man in front of them didnât appear to have much life left in him, and his complexion was also poor.
However, he certainly still had his legs attached and the presence he was giving off was certainly that of a living human. He didnât appear to be a ghost or the likes of it.
âWeâre sorry for startling you old man.â
âWe apologize.â
Both said after getting closer to the old man.
Most likely, not many people went by here, which is why he had been surprised to see Merc and Totoara.
âAre you two travelers?â
The old man asked in a weak voice, getting straight to the point. Merc and Totoara exchanged glances before Totoara responded.
âYou could call us that.â
âAre you strong?â
âStrong... Well... I feel like we wouldnât lose to normal adventurers. It wouldnât be an exaggeration to call us strong.â
Totoara exclaimed pompously. Following that, the old man abruptly bowed his head.
âPlease! Could you listen to my request?â
He inquired, leaving both of them stunned. | {
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Since I didnât speak the language of this country, I posed my questions to the humans who were captured in English. At my feet lay the Karajin, who has been rendered unconscious.
âWill you continue to work here until you die? Or shall you be exterminated by us for the sake of escaping from this world? Or will you escape with an indeterminable future? Or will you struggle to grasp your lives by your very own hands!â
Upon hearing my words, some were appalled, others were agitated, and some reacted with trepidation. But such reactions were ineluctable. After all, I was now in the base, âRed Tilt Taiji Caveâ of the Demon King called âCrimson Scattering Spice Kingâ and I intended to defeat his kin, the Karajin. Furthermore, the captured humans were forced to confront a choice between living and dying, which was an unbelievable thing for a young girl like me to be doing.
Now, allow me to direct their thoughts.
âIf you are anxious about not being armed, I will supply you with this.â
With these words, I beckoned Izumi to draw near and she silently utilized her âªBio Weapon Creationã»Axeâ« to produce a dozen or more axes comprised of bone.
In addition, although it was originally difficult to consecutively utilize âªBio Weapon Creation ã»Axeâ« in this way since it involved bleeding and lacerations during the creation process, Izumi can achieve this thanks to her âªUnbloodyâ« and âªSelf-Regeneration (Weak)â« skills.
âIf you desire to save your family, loved ones, and friends, save them with your own hands; if you desire to avenge them, avenge them with your own hands.â
While my words appeared to light a fire of courage in many peopleâs hearts, some peopleâs hearts were lit up with a darker flame.
âLetâs go. They regard those with power as justice. Then you, in the name of justice, shall reclaim all that they have deprived you of!â
A whirlwind of zeal and cheers erupted from among the people as I lifted the dagger in my hand. Then I aimed at Karajinâs head at my feet while simultaneously declaring.
âEveryone! Annihilate the adversaries!â
And so the war cry arose with the head of the Karajin being decapitated, thus signaling the commencement of the battle.
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How fascinating.
That was my first impression of the girl, Hisano Ichiko.
She detested the âKing of the Devouring Black Mistâ to the point of wishing to exterminate him and has been training to attain the capability to actually kill him. However, on the other hand, she also seemed to hold feelings for Kurokiri.
I wondered if this conflation of emotion and abomination was truly unique to human beings.
And the âKing of the Devouring Black Mist,â for his part, tolerated her, acknowledged her, and used her for his own ends, which was to revolt against the God of Calamity. This was indeed a riveting development.
Now, this time she was inciting people to act on her and Kurokiriâs behalf. Should this succeed, the Spice King will suffer a major blow, thus vastly boosting her and Kurokiriâs capabilities. For me, that would be a joyous event as it would signify that the experiment would make progress.
The girl and her group, nevertheless, will not be a match for the Spicy King in their current state. The gap in power between the Demon King and the rest was still far too wide. Hence, if a battle were to ensue, they would be defeated without the slightest hope for victory.
Then, hmm.
In any event, the Spice King was a Demon King that will not grow if his current stance persisted. If so, there would be no harm thwarting him by lending the girls a helping hand.
Thus, I have made up my mind to stand on their side.
Well, it would be best if the battle doesnât arise under the present circumstances.
We were advancing through the âRed Tilt Taiji Caveâ composed of people per team, conducting searches in each room and eradicating the enemies in this hierarchy.
The kin in their respective dungeons was certainly superior to us. Their status was about twice the original value of humans, and their HP, MP, and SP were also drastically amplified. But they have been conceited and careless. Therefore, they were unable to adapt to sudden insurgents and were overwhelmed by the disparity in numbers, leading them to be eliminated one after another.
Ultimately, individuals with such limited strength were insignificant in the face of sheer numbers. If a frontal attack could be stopped, another human being would simply launch an attack from behind. Even if they were clad in âªCrimson Dustâ«, trying to attack the vanguard was meaningless in front of the long-range attack skills that will be saturated with fire. While their individual skills can be somewhat effective, even so, it was not feasible for them to defeat this number of people at once unless their skills are at a high level. Not to mention, our number of people will only be multiplied back several times over after rescuing further captives.
Besides, the number of opponents was limited, but our side can grow its numbers by liberating individuals who were now being held captive.
âTch! So now theyâre playing the hostage card!â
And apparently, it was my turn for the role.
My turn to step in at this stage was when a level human being encountered demons that they canât handle or a hostage-taking opponent like the one I was dealing with right now.
And what I did was remarkably simple.
âListen up, you guys! If you...â
While the enemy was making threats, I simply approached them with âªMist Cloakâ« or âªShort-range Teleportationâ« and beheaded them with âªDecapitationâ«. There existed neither any resistance nor any possibility of resistance from them. The power of level was not a mere feat.
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Compared to when she had faced Seiryuu, it wasnât so difficult to get behind Regress. The other side reacted immediately, but the game was decided by that split-second difference. As he turned around, a sharp tip was already pointed at his throat.
But Regress refused to give up. He continued to stare at Sheila, his eyes glazed with anger.
âââThatâs enough!â
The referee, deciding that the game was over, raised his voice instead. At that moment, Regress reluctantly distanced himself. Sheila also put her weapon away. He continued to glare at her as if she were his parentâs enemy.
âI will never allow a monkey like you to get anywhere near Leidyrune-sama!â
She knew that she shouldnât go against an aristocrat, but she would like to correct this misunderstanding. Sheila opened her mouth gingerly.
â.... Well, I didnât approach him, you know? He was the one who spoke to me, thatâs all.â
âYou have no idea how precious it is to have Leidyrune-sama speak to you!â
â....â
The person himself said that he was just trying to make the commoners aware of the difference in social status, but was it really such a wonderful event? However, she would keep her mouth shut because she felt like she would make him angry no matter what she said.
Regress contorted his face as if he were about to cry.
âItâs so frustrating... I canât believe Iâve been defeated by someone like you.â
âRegress-senpai....â
Aristocrats werenât allowed to show their emotions. Despite this, she was surprised to hear Regress clearly express his frustration.
The hatred and anger were directed at her. Thinking about it, his feelings were clear from the very beginning. He had admired Leidyrune and disliked Sheila to such an extent.
Even if they didnât like you, it was difficult to present your words properly to someone who was openly expressing their true feelings. Knowing that she should just let it go, Sheila told him what she really wanted to say.
âYou hated me so much that you just couldnât see what was going on around you. You were aiming to become a knight, but you forgot to even use a sword, even though youâre my upperclassman. If you used it, you wouldâve been way ahead of me. But I know youâre not going to be happy to hear that from me....â
Sheila reached for Regressâ cheek.
Although it wasnât bleeding, there was a faint smear of blood. The tip of the blade mustâve slightly touched him when he turned his head, not caring that the sword was pointed at him.
âIf I give you an ointment later, will you use it?â
âEh?â
âI have some medicine that works very well... Iâd be very sad if it left a scar on your beautiful face.â
When Sheila said this, Regressâ expression changed dramatically.
His eyes and mouth both were wide open, and then he raised his eyebrows as if he didnât understand what she just said. As understanding came to him, he slowly turned red.
Regress, who eventually turned bright red, backed away, his eyes flickering.
â... O-of course Iâm beautiful! Iâm not of the same caliber as a commoner like you!â
âYes. Regress-senpai is very beautiful and cute.â
When she answered immediately with a straight face, Regress sputtered like a fish. Then, he embarrassedly looked away and tightened his lips.
âAnyway, Iâm more used to being full of injuries than you are...!â
Sheila tilted her head.
His reaction was a mystery to her, but she knew he was worried, so she smiled softly.
âAre you worried about me? Donât worry. It will heal without a trace.â
âWho cares!!!â
Regress ran off, biting his teeth in sincere regret. His face remained bright red to the end, which Sheila interpreted as meaning that she had offended him after all.
It was a dumbfounded Zechs who approached her when she was a little depressed.
â.... I donât know how you can say such a cheesy line.â
âAh, Zechs. You watched my match, huh?â
âYes. You guys were staring at each other even before the match, so I couldnât call out to you. I was worried that you might get seriously hurt, but Iâm glad it turned out to be nothing more than that.â
âI could tell that he really hated me. Thank you for letting me know in advance, it was helpful.â
When Sheila thanked him, for some reason Zechs stilled with an indescribable look on his face.
â.... Are you serious? Didnât you see his reaction?â
âHis reaction? Do you mean the way he ran away in anger? Oh, come to think of it. What did you mean earlier when you said it was cheesy? Did I say something funny?â
Zechs frowned more and more, but he didnât answer. He just patted her on the shoulder.
â.... Anyway, congratulations on your big win.â
âThank you. But thereâs a problem.â
After the match against Regress, she really felt it keenly.
I couldnât fight the way I was now. I have to study magic, regardless of whether I can use it or not.
Even though Regress was chanting in a low voice anyway, it was unnaturally inaudible due to Sheilaâs lack of understanding. However, if she could understand magic better, she would be able to detect in advance what kind of magic the opponent was going to use, and the range of her tactics would expand dramatically. To win a battle, it was always a good idea to know the enemyâs weapons.
Apologizing for not being able to support Zechs in his third match, Sheila headed for the healing room. There were no deep wounds, but there were small scars all over her body. Even though they wouldnât be completely healed, low-grade healing magic would have at least been able to control the bleeding and pain. The top priority now was to get her back to her normal physical condition.
To be fully prepared. For her ninth and final matchââthe fight against Leidyrune.
â â â
âExcuse me.â
The healing room was filled with injured people. It seemed that on this day, the healing room had turned into a busy place like a battlefield.
Despite Claushezadeâs warning, there were still several seriously injured people. Sheila thought that they might have been seriously injured intentionally, but such worries disappeared in an instant. Because among those few people, she found the dormitory leader with a carefree face.
âEven though itâs a notable injury, what are you grinning at?â
Axe had a broken left arm and leg, and his head was also bandaged. Since he was in good health compared to the other seriously injured, he was probably given only first aid and left alone.
âYouâre badly hurt, did you win?â
âWell, I lost. But itâs nice. Fighting someone stronger than you always make your blood boil! Right, guys?!â
The seriously injured people lying on their beds pumped their fists in response. They werenât at all sad, as if they were Axeâs fellow brainiacs.
âIâm amazed. I was worried about you....â
Axe turned around at Sheilaâs blabbering, which was meant to be a monologue. His eyes were filled with an uncharacteristically serious light.
âIâm the one who should be worried. Youâve got a matchup with Leidyrune coming up. Are you going to be okay?â
It was said that Leidyrune had more magical power than Axe. It was beyond dangerous and reckless for Sheila, who had no magic power, to go up against such an opponent.
âââItâs natural to lose, but going against the expectation of everyone else is the fun of the match, isnât it?â
Sheila smiled belligerently, gratefully accepting the concern. Axeâs eyes brighten at once.
âOh! Weâre indeed of the same mind! Sheila, you must join our Muscle League!â
âI donât want to be lumped in with the dormitory leader. And anyway, Iâve never heard of such a league....â
She was curious, but instinct told her that she shouldnât cross that line. Sheila politely declined.
Axeâs persistent persuasion took up so much time that she was almost late for the match. She hurried to the venue.
But it was a nice change of pace. Talking to the dormitory leader helped me relax my shoulders.
Muscle League. That might be kind of nice.
Sheila arrived at the practice hall with her hair slightly pulled back. Immediately, all eyes were on her. Most of the students were probably still there, even though they were allowed to go back to their dormitories after the third match.
Even the dormitory leader, who had nothing to do with the match, knew about it. Maybe they were all interested in a matchup with an overwhelming difference in power.
The aristocrats looked at Sheila with interest. The commoners looked worried.
She met eyes with Cody, Zechs, and her classmates. She knew they would be equally concerned, but they looked at her quietly. Feeling an unwavering trust there, Sheila gave a small smile.
Then, she slowly turned her gaze forward.
Standing in front of her was a -year-old with a tall body. His black hair fluttered in the wind and his haughty purple eyes intimidated others.
Instead of glaring at her from afar, he was staring intently at SheilaââThere he was, Leidyrune. | {
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She apparently wanted me to rest on the bed initially, but after weighing the options of me staying at the inn with Lyell, Maria, and Michelle gone and accompanying her, she judged the latter to be safer and let me do it.
And above all, she wasnât suited to working inside the cities. Her field of activity was mainly the battlefields or fights in the wild. She wasnât very experienced in uncovering the enemies, cornering them, and taking down enemies within the cities. I would worry if she acted without any support.
But I had Finia stay at the inn as a cornerstone of communication. Her versatile use of magic was useful for this situation... or so was my excuse, but honestly, I was just gaining my time. I was feeling a little awkward now.
Like this, Markâs group and I followed Cortina to the Guild to gather information. On the way, I discovered bronze statues of Six Heroes.
This city Berith was located at the foot of the World Tree. Because of that, it was donut-shaped, and on top of that, the World Tree roots spreading in four directions divided the city into parts. Of course, you could still get to any place by going over or under the roots, but it was still more complex than normal.
For that reason, there were squares set up in all kinds of places, making it easier for carriages to turn. Leaving it at that felt a little wasteful so each square often had things like fountains and bronze statues in the middle.
The square we were at was also one of such places.
âOhh, so these are the famed Six Heroes. Thereâs Lady Cortina and Maria too!â
âOf course, they are Six Heroes statues, after all.â
âBut their poses are different compared to the ones in Stollar, huh?â
They were heroes who saved the world, so their statues were built all over the world even without their knowledge. Stollar also had such statues, with Lyell and Cortina standing at the center.
But here, it was Maria and Lyell at the center. This wall because Stollar was saved by Cortina, so Donovan simply designed it with her as the focus. Similarly, Maria was from Berith, so she was made to stand in the center here.
As for Lyell he was generally always positioned near the center. It was rather annoying.
âBut one of their faces looks pretty vague, doesnât it?â
Among the gallant figures of the Six Heroes, only one of them was kneeling and hiding his face with a hood and scarf. Needless to say... It was the past me.
âThatâs Reid. He was an assassin so they canât show his face.â
âAh, is that so? Sounds like someone whoâd be earning grudges everywhere.â
âItâs even worse than that. That guy was merciless towards the ones he judged to be evil, so he kept picking fights with nobles and influential people.â
âUwah, Iâd have died instantly.â
âThe fact that he managed to survive is proof of his skill.â
âHe was an amazing person, huh.â
âThat he was. Even Lyell couldnât match up to him.â
Mark and Cortina stared at my statue in admiration. Cortinaâs cheeks in particular seemed slightly flushed.
Still... Still. Cortina, could you stop over-evaluating me so much. Even I canât do anything against that muscle-brain. The only time I could win against him would be in a very limited situation with half of his power gone.
But I couldnât tell her that while she was puffing out her chest. In the first place, what would my claim be based on? Finia got to know my secret but Cortina still hadnât.
Markâs group took Cortinaâs words straight on and was convinced in Reid being the strongest. I honestly wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, but it was difficult to run off on my own now. Even if I tried to, Iâd probably just get dragged back by the nape of the neck.
Thus, I arrived at the Guild while constantly feeling like I was sitting on a bed of nails. What kind of shame play was this supposed to be. However, my discontent was blown away the moment we opened the doors of the Guild.
The situation inside was beyond turmoil and nearing the level of havoc.
âThings are looking turbulent.â
Normally a staff member wouldâve greeted us by now, but not even that happened. They were hectically running around sticking posters on the commission board, as well as approving the Adventurers who took them. It felt like a battlefield.
Cortina caught one of the staff running nearby to ask what was going on. The staff member frowned in trouble for a moment, but seeing Cortinaâs adventurerâs ID, she instantly stood at attention.
âL-Lady Cortina?! What brings you here...â
âJust stop with those set phrases. Can you tell us whatâs going on?â
âO-Of course. Thereâs a riot in the seventh district slums. Some of the citizens have been harmed already, so we are gathering people to suppress them.â
âSeventh... isnât that in the south-southwest section of the city? Two districts away from here.â
âYes. Victims are all flowing towards here and that makes it hard to dispatch the army, so we are having big trouble.â
Because the city was divided by the World Treeâs roots, dispatching a large-scale army needed taking a specific route. But that very route was the same one victims were using to rush here. The flowing citizens and the sent army would naturally run into each other and be in a stalemate.
âFor that reason, the central government has ordered us to gather speedy Adventurers and solve the situation as fast as possible.â
âAnd that led to this situation, huh. But what about the Pope?â
The Pope, being the most influential person around, should have been able to restrain the people and move the army to the riot area. However, the staff powerlessly shook her head in negation to Cortinaâs question.
âIt appears that high eminence is unable to be found...â
âSay what?! Isnât that really bad?â
âIt is. It seems that they were traveling incognito in the city, but disappeared during this trouble.â
âWhat about the search?â
âWe are gathering Adventurers for that right now.â
âToo slow! What are the temple knights doing!â
âThe knights have been rounded up to suppress the riot... had the information reached them faster, they would have started the search instead.â
Hearing the staffâs words, Cortina made a pondering gesture. And then asked the staff once again.
âWhat about the Guildâs contact network? Is there any place you canât reach?â
âIâm not sure, given this trouble. I will go and check.â
âHurry. It might be that some mastermind had anticipated everything including the movements of the chivalry and the Pope.â
âNo way!â
âYes way. Donât you think this situation is too bad? The countermeasures are delayed with the worst timing. I feel some intent behind all this.â
Hearing Cortinaâs mutter, Kufarâs face surfaced in my mind. Kufar meddled with us yesterday, but maybe this was his doing too. In the first place, laying his hand on me guaranteed that Lyell and others would come running. In that case, he could have decided to hasten putting his schemes to action.
âLooks like we have sniffed him out.â
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When Alec and I headed to the hut that was described, we found his corpse left in a miserable state. He was cool-headed, and always prioritized efficiency. I hated him, but his death came as a shock to me. No matter what kind of person they might have been, itâs never a good feeling to have a comrade die.
I hated his guts, but he was a respectable warrior. He was passionate and motivated in the fight against the demons, and he was deeply loyal to the organization. Iâm sure he ignored his wounds, and fought until he died. The gruesome wounds told of his fight.
Itâs the sort of end you would expect him to have. I offered a prayer for the last moments of a gallant warrior.
After that, Alec and I buried his remains, and then decided to return to Headquarters. When we did, we witnessed a girl confronting a werewolf.
We immediately hid, and heard a shocking truth. From the conversation the two exchanged, the girl was the Evil God, and had defeated a number of officers belonging to the invading demon force.
âSo thatâs Camillaâs boss?â
âQuite likely.â
That kind of girl is the terrifying enemy?
âKuh-! This power... Ainât it a match for that Camilla?â
âYeah. Itâs probably true what he said about getting a temporary boost during a full moon.â
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âLyris, this is bad. Itâs Camillaâs group! Theyâre heading this way.â
Why!? Why was Jessica there?
I was in shock. Jessica was lying not far from the Evil God. Because I was concentrating on the confrontation between Evil God and werewolf, at first I didnât notice. But it was definitely Jessica.
Was Jessica done in...?
No, her chest was still faintly moving up and down. She was just unconscious, it seems.
âOi, hurry up! If they arrive here, we wonât be able to leave whenever we want!â
âI know. But, Jessica is here. My best friend is here.â
âKuh-, I know that youâre faithful to your friendships, but give up just this one time. Itâs absolutely impossible to save her.â
Alec gave me a cool-headed judgment. Yeah. I know. With that werewolfâs current mana, itâs impossible to butt in. I know that itâs hopeless.
But...
âAlec, you go first! Iâm staying!â
âLyris, cut it out!â
âNo matter what you say, Iâm staying. I canât abandon Jessica. Now go. Hurry up andââ
âNo need. Itâs too late now.â
Alecâs expression was gloomy.
I see. So theyâre here already.
Straining every nerve in my body to the limit, I carefully examined the surroundings. Thick mana signatures appeared all around.
Kuh-, this is the special atmosphere of a demon.
Camilla and her group of demons had already arrived.
âAlec, these guys...â
âYeah. Theyâre on another level to every demon weâve fought in the past. Even their grunt soldiers are probably stronger than Bebe.â
âW-, With these guys here, doesnât look like we can move.â
âYeah. Looks like we can only wait here.â
Alec and I held our breaths in the bushes.
The fight was beginning. The Evil God fired magic at the werewolf. And then without being able to do a thing, the werewolf was annihilated without a trace.
I donât even have words. What power...
It blew away the experiences I had always relied on. Something different to any of the existing magic systems. A mass of destruction and chaos that you could even call the primordial building blocks of all elements. And an ultimate power that I couldnât even describe in words.
Iâve jumped into deathzones plenty of times. Iâve experienced some battles with far superior enemies, and it was common for me to resolve myself to die. Even though I believed I could keep my calm as a warrior no matter what I faced...
The scene before me alone, caused my fear to become unbearable.
W-, What is that?
That werewolf was even more powerful than Bebe. During a full moon, its mana even approached Camillaâs. And yet it was destroyed in a hit. A single hit.
Evil God Tilea. She just looks like a blonde-haired blue-eyed beauty. Her face is familiar somehow, but I canât place it. All I can say is that her overflowing mana was enough to change her from an angel to a demon.
If I move, wonât I die!?
I canât move. If I move even a finger, that devil will notice me.
Just how long have we been frozen here? Objectively, probably, not too long.
After the Evil God gave a speech to rouse her army, they dispersed, and we could finally move again. But still, that speech... Didnât she just declare that she would conquer the world!?
Her subordinates had listened in zeal. Understandable, after her display of power. Demons are drawn by absolute strength. Iâm sure her army fanatically worships her.
âAlec. C-, Can you believe this?â
âWe immediately evacuate... With a monster like that, far from fighting, even confronting would be dangerous.â
Alec had a cold sweat. Despite the fact that heâs the absolute calmest one of our team. But looking at that monster made me agree. She was frightening enough that even the terrifying Camilla looked like a child in comparison.
âAlec, Iâll say it as much as you want, but Iâm not gonna withdraw. Iâm gonna save her.â
âLyris, itâs impossible to rescue your friend. If we donât at least call for reinforcements and prepare, weâll just die in vain.â
âNo, if Iâm late to save her, her life will be in danger.â
âLyris! E-, Even after seeing that, youâre still saying these stupid things!?â
Alec shouted at me with a tragic expression. He was prepared to use force if I didnât listen.
âPlease. Iâm begging you. Please donât stop me. Jessica... Jessica is the only one I canât abandon.â
Alec looked up at the sky. I glared at Alec, letting him know that even if he tried to stop me, it would be useless.
âHuu~ Fine then. Iâll help too.â
âAlec, Iâm sorry.â
âBut promise me this. You wonât chase too far. When I decide that weâre in danger, we withdraw.â
â...Got it.â
Together with Alec, we stealthily pursued the Evil God. We continued to follow her without being noticed. It was so dangerous that it made every past mission look boring in comparison.
The Evil God continued to move with Jessica in her arms.
Is she heading back to Headquarters?
âAlec, could it be...â
âYeah. Sheâs going back to Headquarters. She probably intends to mix in with the civilians.â
âIs that even possible?â
âTry searching her mana. Not only the Evil God, every member of this army has mana on the level of your ordinary person. Itâs shocking how far theyâve suppressed their mana.â
âI-, Itâs true. Then, like this, nobody would even know they were demons.â
âLyris, itâs getting more and more important that we report back.â
âAlec, what now? If they mix with the civilians, itâll be difficult to find them.â
â...Alright. Itâs dangerous, but letâs memorize the mana of the Evil God.â
âIsnât that too dangerous? Maybe we shouldnât...â
âNo, itâs dangerous, but itâs worth doing. We donât even know if theyâll stay in the Capital. If they kept their mana suppressed and then disappeared beyond our borders, it would be impossible to ever find them. We only have this chance while the Evil God is still suppressing her mana.â
âGot it. Youâre right. If we remember the wavelength, then we can find her no matter where she goes.â
âLyris, watch the surroundings.â
âRoger. But donât overdo it. The Evil God is unfathomable.â
Alec activated Trace. Every person has a different mana wavelength. If you succeed in examining their mana, you can grasp their location, and even teleport to them. Even if I fail to save Jessica now, as long as I know where she is, I can try again.
Please succeed!
Alec concentrated every fiber of his being to Search, and he began sweating like crazy.
Will he succeed...?
......
............
..................
âYouâre watching me, arenât you!â
A sudden shout came from the Evil God.
W-, What? That was a totally different voice to the earlier girlâs voice. Whatâs going on?
All I can say is that the Evil God noticed our Search.
âT-, This is bad. It looks like she noticed. Alec, we should retreat for...â
âA-, Alec?â
Whatâs happening? Itâs the first time Iâve ever seen Alec like this.
Just what the hell did he see inside the Evil God?
âAlec, get it together! Weâre running now!â
âAh, hii, haa, aaahh...â
âAlec! Lepes, Vera, our comrades died in this fight, yanno! I-, If you act like this, theyâll turn in their graves!â
I slapped him. With unfocused eyes, he turned my way.
âHahh, hahh, s-, sorry. Itâs impossible for me. A-, After seeing something like that, I canât fight. I canât fight.â
âAnyway, the Evil God is coming our way. Hurry up and move!â
âHahh, hahh, hahh, I-, Iâm done for.â
âStop whining and move!â
I forcefully pulled on his arm, but he brushed me off.
âI-, IâM FINNEEEEE! GOOOOOO!â
âB-, But...â
âHahh, hahhh. Y-, You want to save your friend, right! Then first you need to survive!â
At his scream, I began to run.
âHahh, hahh, hahh. LYRIS, D-, DONâT TURN AROUND, AND JUST LISTEN! Hahh, hahh. S-, SHEâS THE DEMON KINGGG! ...H-HI-GYAHH!â
I heard Alecâs death cry.
But I didnât turn to look. I canât stop. If I stop, Iâll have wasted Alecâs sacrifice. I circulated all my mana and used speed enhancement magic and ran.
S-, Sorry, Jessica. I canât save you right now.
I was naive. Because I asked for the impossible, Alec lost his life. Iâm calm now. To defeat the Evil God, I need to come back with a plan. Until then, wait for me. Iâll definitely save you, Jessica.
First is to return to the Decarabia headquarters.
And then, I have to let them know that the Demon King is back, and that sheâs a girl called Tilea. The emergency teleportation circle that connects there is just ahead.
As long as I can make it there...
A little more, just a little moreâ
âDie!â
âWha-!â
As I was running at full speed, a magic bullet suddenly came from ahead. I managed to barely avoid it, but that was basically a fluke. The next time it comes, I donât have the confidence to avoid it.
Who is it?
The silhouette of a person appeared before me. One eye was fiery red, while the other was icy blue. On top of that she had red ears too. Like a cat.
âA beastman? No, not just a beastman. The strength of that magic bullet... A demon?â
I immediately prepared to fight.
âHmm~ So close. Iâm a demon, but not just a demon.â
âWhat!?â
âSecret Technique, Air Ascian. Kuku, I bet you thought you dodged it. But youâre already dead.â
âEh-!?â
My body swayed, and lost its power. Blood was flowing from every part of me.
W-, When did she!?
T-, This is bad. I know what this means from my warriorâs experience. Itâs fatal.
âKyaha ⪠What a shame. But nobody can know Demon King Zorgâs secret and live.â
âHahh, hahh, y-, you...â
âWhat~? Do you want to know who I am? Kyaha ⪠Okay~ Iâll tell you. Youâre going to die, anyway. Iâm one of the Six Demon Generalsâ No, the Viceroy of the New Demon King Army, Luxembourg.â
âHahh, hahh, t-, the Viceroy of, the D-, Demon King... Army?â
âYep, isnât that a great memory to take to the grave? Well then, Iâm busy with Master Zorgâs defense, so please just die on your own âªâ
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ãéæ³ã䜿ããªããªã£ãã®ãã | Grandpa Will, after revealing his identity, had sent us off without fanfare. He told us to come back again later, and with that Gilles and I quickly left the village.
Despite having already realized his identity at some point along the way, the moment that he told us his full name my arms broke out in goosebumps. To think that this is what he meant when he said he used to work for the royal palace....
So many questions flooded my mind that I wanted to ask him, but in the end Gilles and I did as Grandpa Will suggested and left without saying anything.
Gilles and I were both lost in thought on the way back so neither of us spoke as we walked. And by the time we reached the house, it was still ungodly early so I decided to return to my little cabin for a bit.
Gilles also said he had some things to take care of in his room and trotted off into the mansion as I was turning to leave.
And now Iâm back in the little hut Iâve called home for the last two years. The first thing I did when I came in was throw myself down on the bed. Itâs so early and yet I feel like so many things have already happened today.
Gilles..... I wonder just how much his intelligence has grown after all this time? There seemed to be even more wisdom than before swirling in those gray eyes of his.
As for me, I practiced magic like my life depended on it for these last two years. And, when I needed a break, every waking moment was spent either reading or exercising. Day in and day out, that was all I did.
Honestly, there were numerous times that I wanted to give up. There were whole weeks, whole months, during which I saw no progress and the despair nearly overtook me.
But, in those moments I just reminded myself of my goal. No matter what, I want to become a villainess, and who has ever heard of a villainess that lacks conviction? We are a breed of women with high pride and lofty ambition and determination. If I were to give up here, then that would be grounds for complete disqualification from my one true goal in this lifetime.
Even with that knowledge though, I still struggled a lot. Around the time that I started learning the ancient language of the Duelkis Kingdom was a particular low point for me.
Who would have thought that the level magic that allows you to exchange a part of yourself with that of someone else would require you to chant in the ancient language!?
But even with that huge hurdle, I still managed to attain level in just two years!
Learning the ancient language in such a short amount of time.... I really must be a genius!
But, as if such personal struggles to improve my magic level werenât enough, being completely alone like that for so long was a lot tougher than I expected. It was lonely, not having anyone to talk to.... But I will say that I think I bore the solitude quite well indeed.
As a villainess, I need to be okay with being alone. And after two years of seclusion, I dare say I mastered that trait quite nicely. Rather than saying it requires emotional fortitude, I would say that patience was actually key in keeping my sanity. Iâve become very, very good at waiting.
With that, I fling myself off the bed and stand up, energized and ready for the day.
As Iâm looking around, I notice that my worldview seems decidedly narrower than it was before. Though, despite having entirely lost one my eyes, oddly enough Iâm not in any pain. Itâs quite the strange feeling actually.
The area that I can see now looks so small. And thereâs also a huge blind spot on my left side. Having no periphery vision there is somewhat disconcerting, though Iâm sure Iâll get used to it after a while!
The most troubling thing is that my sense of distance has been completely thrown off. There are times when I look around and itâs almost as if everything has become flat, like Iâm looking at this world through a screen once again.
It hit me particularly hard while I was walking back through the woods, so I found myself stumbling quite a lot on rocks and roots as they appeared in my path.
In sudden remembrance, I glance down at my feet. I lift them off the ground to take a look at my soles and see thereâs not only a small amount of blood dried on them.... I guess going around barefoot really is dangerous. From now on, I really need to make sure to wear proper footwear before traipsing about in the woods.
Lightly, I snap my fingers.
.....Huh? Nothing happened...?
Chills run down my spine. A cold sweat instantly soaks my back and my hands clam up.
I snap my fingers once again, a little more desperately this time. But still nothing happens. I can feel all the blood rushing out of my face.
Why canât I use magic? Iâm not definitely not wearing a magic sealing collar right now.
âItâs Gilles,â a clear voice calls from outside.
But I donât move. I donât say anything. Iâm too shocked about not being able to use magic.
Without waiting for a reply, Gilles slowly pushes the door open and comes into the cabin.
âAlicia...? Is there something wrong?â
I look over at him dumbly. In one of his hands heâs holding a long, thin, black cloth.
What could it be....?
âWhatâs that?â I ask, trying to pretend that everythingâs fine.
âAh. I.... made something for you.....â he says, and then offers me the black piece of cloth.
.....An eye patch?
âYou made this?â
âMm. Itâs not fancy or anything, so it wasnât hard,â he says shyly, averting his gaze.
To be able to make something like this in such a short amount of time..... heâs really skilled! It looks like Gillesâs abilities in the feminine arts arenât to be scoffed at.
âThank you,â I say, taking the eye patch from his hand and immediately putting it on.
I glance over at the mirror to see how I look.
Hmm, not bad at all. I think it actually suits me. It really helps emphasize my villainous nature, too. No, I quite like this new aesthetic.
âSo? Why were you spacing out earlier?â Gilles asks, his eyes probing my face.
....Heâs gotten pretty good at reading my expressions it seems.
I thought I had been doing a decent job of staying calm while putting on the eye patch, but he was able to see right through me.
I turn away from the mirror and look straight at Gilles. As I look down at him, I canât help but feel that he looks even smaller than usual. It seems that having your sight cut in half affects your vision in all sorts of ways.
âI donât seem to be able to use magic anymore,â I blurt, my voice sounding a bit too loud in my ears. | {
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But what I'd like to talk to you about today is perhaps a way in which we could use technology to make those accidents happen often.
Because I really think, when I look back at how I actually ended up in this accident, technology played a big role in that.
So, what I'd like to do today is tell you a little bit about myself, because I'd like to put in context what I'm going to tell you.
And I think you will see why the two greatest passions in my life today are children and education.
And once I put that in context, I'd like to tell you a little bit about technology: why I believe technology is a tremendous enabler; a very powerful tool to help address some of these challenges.
Then, about the initiative that Chris mentioned, that we decided to launch at AMD that we call 50x15.
And then I'll come back to the beginning, and tell you a little bit more -- hopefully convince you -- that I believe that in today's world, it is really important for business leaders not only to have an idea of what their business is all about, but to have a passion for something that is meaningful.
So, with that in mind, first of all let me tell you, I'm one of five children. I'm the oldest, the other four are women.
So I grew up in a family of women.
I learned a lot about how to deal with that part of the world.
And, as you can imagine, if you can picture this: I was born in a very small village in Mexico, in, unfortunately, very poor surroundings, and my parents did not have a college education.
But I was fortunate to be able to have one, and so were my four sisters.
That kind of tells you a little bit of an idea of the emphasis that my parents placed on education.
My parents were fanatics about learning, and I'll come back to that a little bit later.
But one of the things that exposed me early to learning, and a tremendous curiosity that was instilled in me as a child, was through a technology which is on the screen -- is a Victrola.
My father found that in a junkyard, and was able to repair it and make it work. And somehow -- to this day, I frankly don't know how he was so aware of what was going on in the world -- but, by inviting me to sit down with him when I was only a few years old, and playing records in this Victrola by Mozart, and he would tell me
how Mozart was the most romantic of all the classic composers ever, and how Claire de Lune, which was one of his favorites, was a real exposure to me to classical music.
He explained to me about Johann Strauss, and how he created the waltzes that became so famous in the world.
And would tell me a little bit about history too, when he'd play the 1812 Overture by Tchaikovsky on this little Victrola, and he would tell me about Russia and all the things that were happening in Russia at those times and why this music, in some way, represented a little bit of that history.
And even as a child, he was able to instill in me a lot of curiosity.
And perhaps to you this product may not look like high tech, it was in the mid '40s -- this was really, in his view, a pretty piece of high tech.
Well, one of the things that is really critical to try to distill from that experience is that in addition to that, people ask me and say, "Well, how did your parents treat you when you were a child?"
And I always said that they were really tough on me.
And not tough in the sense that most people think of, where your parents yell at you or hit you or whatever.
They were tough in the sense that, as I grew up, both my mother and father would always say to me, it's really important that you always remember two things.
First of all, when you go to bed at night, you've got to look back on the day and make sure that you felt the day was a day which you contributed something, and that you did everything you could to do it the best way you could.
And the second thing they said: and we trust you, that no matter where you are or where you go, you will always do the right thing.
Now, I don't know how many of you have ever done that with your kids, but if you do, please trust me, it's the most pressure you can put on a child, to say -- -- we trust you that you will always do the right thing.
When I was out with my friends drinking beer, I always was very aware of those words -- -- and very careful. One of the things that has happened with technology is that it can only be helpful if it is useful, of course, but it can only be helpful too if it's accessible, and it can only be helpful if it's affordable.
And in today's world, being useful, affordable and accessible is not necessarily what happens in a lot of the technology that is done today.
So, one of our passions in our company, and now one of my personal passions, is to be able to really work hard at making the technology useful, accessible and affordable.
And to me, that is very, very critical.
Now, technology has changed a lot since the Victrola days.
You know, we now have, of course, incredibly powerful computers.
A tremendous thing that people refer to as a killer app is called the Internet.
Although frankly speaking, we don't believe the Internet is the killer app.
What we believe is that the Internet, frankly, is a connection of people and ideas.
The Internet happens to be just the medium in which those people and ideas get connected.
And the power of connecting people and ideas can be pretty awesome.
And so, we believe that through all the changes that have occurred, that we're faced today with a tremendous opportunity.
If we can connect people and ideas more intensely -- and although you've seen a plethora and a myriad of products that have come to the market today, the key to me is how many of these products are able to provide people connectivity, in a useful way, accessibility, in an easy manner, and also affordability, that regardless of the economic status that a person could have, that they could have the opportunity to afford this technology.
So, when you look at that, we said, well, we would like to, then, enable that a little bit. We would like to create an initiative.
And a couple of years ago at AMD, we came up with this idea of saying, what if we create this initiative we call 50x15, where we are going to aim, that by the year 2015, half of the world will be connected to the Internet so that people and ideas can get connected.
We knew we couldn't do it by ourselves, and by no means did we ever intend to imply that we at AMD could do it alone.
We always felt that this was something that could be done through partnerships with governments, industry, educational institutions, a myriad of other companies and, frankly, even competitors.
So, it is really a rather lofty initiative, if you want to think that way, but we felt that we had to put a real stake up in the years ahead, that was bold enough and courageous enough that it would force us all to think of ways to do things differently.
And I'll come back to that in a minute, because I think the results so far have been remarkable, and I can only anticipate and get real excited about what I think is going to happen in the next eight years, while we get to the 2015 initiative.
Where are we today?
That's year by year. This comes from our friends at Gapminder.com.
Those of you who've never looked at their website, you should look at it. It's really impressive. And you can see how the Internet penetration has changed over the years.
And so when we gave ourselves this scorecard to say well, where are we related to our goal towards 2015, the thing that becomes apparent is three pieces.
One is the Western world, defined mostly by Western Europe and the United States, has made an awful lot of progress.
The connectivity in these parts of the world are really truly phenomenal and continue to increase.
As a matter of fact, we think reaching 100 percent is very doable, even before the 2015 timeframe. In other parts of emerging countries, such as India and China, the progress has been good -- has been solid, has been good. But in places that are not as developed, places like Africa, Latin America and other places in the world, the progress has been rather slow. As a matter of fact,
I was just recently visiting South Africa.
I had the opportunity to have a discussion with President Mbeki, and one of the things that we talked about is, what is it that's keeping this connectivity goal from moving ahead faster?
And one of the reasons is, in South Africa, it costs 100 dollars a month to have a broadband connectivity.
It is impossible, even in the United States, for that cost, to be able to enable the connectivity that we're all trying to reach.
So, we talked about ways in which perhaps one could partner to be able to bring the cost of this technology down.
So, when you look at this chart, you look at the very last -- it's a logarithmic chart on a horizontal scale -- you look at the very end: we've got quite a long way to go to get to the 2015 goal of 50 percent.
But we're excited in our company; we're motivated.
We really think it's a phenomenal driver of things, to force us to do things differently, and we look forward to being able to actually, working with so many partners around the world, to be able to reach that goal.
Now, one of the things I'd like to explain [about] 50x15, which I think is really critical, is that it is not a charity.
It is actually a business venture.
Let's take a small segment of this, of this unconnected world, and call it the education market.
When you look at elementary-school children, we have hundreds and hundreds of millions of children around the world that could benefit tremendously from being able to be connected to the Internet.
Therefore, when we see that, we see an opportunity to have a business that addresses the need of that segment.
And when we embarked in this initiative, from the very beginning we said it very clearly: this is not a charity.
This is really a business venture, one that addresses a very challenging segment of the market.
Because what we have learned in the last three years is that this segment of the market, whether it's education or under-developed nations, either way, it's a segment that demands incredibly high quality, incredibly high reliability, tremendous low cost and access, and a lot of challenges that frankly, without actually doing it, it would be very difficult to understand, and I'll explain that in just a minute.
It is an initiative that is focused on simple, accessible and human-centric solutions.
What we mean by that is, you know, frankly, the PC was invented in 1980, roughly speaking more or less, and for 20-odd years, it hasn't changed.
It is still, in most places, a gray or black box, and it looks the same.
And frankly -- and I know that sometimes I offend some of my customers when I say this, but I truly mean it -- if you could take the name of the computer off the top of it, it would be very difficult to judge who made it, because they're all highly commoditized but they're all different.
So, there has not been a human-centric approach to addressing this segment of the market, so we really believe it is critical to think of it.
It reminded me a lot of the talk we heard this morning, about this operating room machinery that was designed specifically for Africa.
We're talking about something very similar here.
And it has to be based on a geo-sensitive approach.
What I mean by that is that in some parts of the world, the government plays a key role in the development of technology.
In other parts, it doesn't.
In other parts of the world, you have an infrastructure that allows for manufacturing to take place.
In other parts, it doesn't. And then we have to be sensitive about how this technology can be developed and put into action in those regions.
And the last piece, which is really important -- and this is an opinion that we have, not shared by many, this is one where we seem to stand alone, on this one -- is that we really believe that the greatest success of this initiative can come by fostering local, integrated, end-to-end ecosystems.
What I mean by that, and let me use this example, the country of South Africa, because I was just there, therefore I'm a little bit familiar with some of the challenges they have.
It's a country of 45 million people. It's an economy that's emerging.
It's beginning to grow tremendously.
They have an objective to lowering the cost of connectivity.
They have a computer company that makes computers in South Africa.
They're developing a software-training environment in their universities.
What a place, what an ideal place to create an ecosystem that could build the hardware and the software needed for their schools. And to my surprise, I learned in South Africa they have 18 dialects, I always thought they only had two -- English and Afrikaans -- but it turns out they have 18 dialects.
And to be able to meet the needs of this rather complex educational system, it could only be done from inside.
I don't think this segment of the market can be addressed by companies parachuting from another place of the world, and just dumping product and selling into the markets.
where the population is large, and there's an infrastructure that can provide it, that a local, integrated, end-to-end system is really critical for its success.
This is a picture of a classroom that we outfitted with computers in Mexico, in my home country.
This particular classroom happens to be in the state of Michoacan.
Those of you that might be familiar with Mexico -- Michoacan is a very colorful state.
Children dress with very colorful, colorful clothes, and it is incredible to see the power that this has in the hands of kids, in a computer. And I have to tell you that it's so easy to appreciate the impact that access to technology and connectivity can have in the lives and education of these kids.
We just recently opened a learning laboratory in a school in the West Cape in South Africa, in a school that's called Nelson Mandela School, and when you see the faces and activities of these children being able to access computers, it's just phenomenal.
And recently, they've written us letters, telling us how excited they are about the impact that this has had on their lives, on their educational dreams, on their capabilities, and it's just phenomenal.
We have now deployed 30 different technologists in 18 different countries, and we have been able to connect millions of people in an effort to continue to learn what this particular segment of the market needs and demands.
And I have to tell you that although millions doesn't sound like a lot in terms of the billions that need to be connected, it's a start. And we are learning a lot.
And we're learning a tremendous amount about what we believe this segment needs to be able to be effective.
One example of this has been the One Laptop per Child.
Some of you are familiar with this.
This is a partnership between MIT and a group of companies -- Google is involved, Red Hat -- and AMD is a key player.
The electronics behind the One Laptop per Child are based on AMD technology; it's a microprocessor.
But to give you an idea how creative this group of people can be, one of the objectives of the One Laptop per Child is to be able to achieve a 10-hour battery life.
Because it was felt that a school day would last at least eight hours, and you wanted the child to have the ability to use the laptop for at least one full day without having to recharge it.
The engineers have done a phenomenal amount of innovation on this part, and battery life on this product is now 15 hours -- just through a lot of innovative work people have done because they're passionate and motivated to be able to do this.
We expect this to be deployed towards the end of this year, and we're very excited at the opportunities that this is going to offer in the field of education.
It's a highly focused product aimed at strictly the education market, not only in the developing countries, but actually in the developed regions as well, because there are parts of the United States where this can have also a huge impact on the ability to make education more fun and more efficient.
We also have partnered with TED in this project, with Architecture for Humanity, and along with the TED Prize winner Cameron Sinclair, we're having a contest that we have issued to the architectural community to come up with the best design for a computer lab for an emerging region.
And we're really thrilled about the opportunity to be part of this, and can't wait to see what comes out of this exciting, exciting activity.
Let me come back to the beginning, to end this presentation.
I'll tell you that one of the things that I feel is really critical for us in industry, in business, is to be able to be passionate about solving these problems.
I don't think it's enough to be able to put them on a spreadsheet, and look at numbers and say, yes, that's a good business.
I really believe that you have to have a passion for it.
And one of the things that I learned, too, from my parents -- and I'll give you a little anecdote -- especially from my father.
And it took me a while to understand it, but he said to me, when I went to college, he said, "You're the first person in the family to go to college.
And it's really important you understand that for civilization to make progress, each generation has to do better than the last one.
And therefore, this is your opportunity to do better than my generation."
Frankly, I don't know that I really understood what he told me at the time.
I was eager to go off to college, and go find girls, and study, and girls, and study, but then I finished college and I fell in love.
I graduated. I decided to get married.
And on my wedding day, my father came to me again and said, "You know, I'm going to remind you again, that each generation has to do better than the last one.
You have to be a better husband than I was, because that's how you make progress." And now he began to make sense.
Because I knew what a great husband he was, and now he was once again beginning to put pressure on me, like he did when I was a little kid. And then a few years later, I had a child, my first child, and again, my father comes to the hospital, and we're looking at the glass, and see all the children on the other side, and he said, "I've got to remind you again, that for each generation to do better,
you're going to have to be a better father than I was."
That's when it dawned on me the tremendous challenge that he was placing on me, because he was a great father.
But the key is that he instilled in me a passion to really get up every day in the morning and want to do better, to really get up and think that my role in life is not just to be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company.
It's got to be that someday I can look back, and this place is truly better through some small contribution that perhaps each of us could make.
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ãWhat do you mean?ã
ãThe northern grassland turned into a granary. Rice, wheat, and vegetables.......they were growing as far as my eyes could seeã
ãOn this unrecoverable land? You didnât dream about it, right? ã
ãDonât say stupid things! I saw it with my own eyes right before I came here. There is no doubtã
ãSo the Kurumfar obtained a new card, which is vegetables, in addition to saltã
ãThatâs not everything. A lot of people gather in the Kurumfar territory with the former Lordâs mansion, which is now a hotel, in the center of it. The population is gradually increasing too. There are rumors about the mercenaries settling down there. The Kurumfar is not the same as the one in our memory anymoreã
ãDamn it, how annoying. This is all that Versamâs faultã
The trio of Baron Jiono, Vice Leader of the Northern Knights Oshe, and Baron Gragoleir sat inside a luxurious room in a hotel in the capital. The three were appointed to manage the Kurumfar territory before but, once they learned about its condition, immediately ditched their duties. Actually, the three are fellow classmates from the Royal School, the so-called childhood friends.
They didnât know yet. The Kurumfar territory now had another card calledãfishã.
ãIt will become rather troublesome if we ignore the Kurumfar territory any longerã
ãNo, itâs quite troublesome already. There are people, who migrated from my territory to the Kurumfar. If the outflow of people increases any further, it may put me in a predicamentã
Lamented Baron Gragoleir. His territory was just north of the Kurumfar but half of it was covered in forests and mountains, the people there lived clustered on a small amount of flat lands.
ãTrue enough, if even more people leave your already small territory it will become much harder to youã
ã......I have an idea. There is a way to make Versam fall and take away all of The Kurumfarâs food. Letâs us divide the territoryâs salt and vegetables between usã
ãAs expected of Jiono. So you stayed silent until now because you nurtured something like this! You are as wise as alwaysã
Hahaha! Delightedly laughed Oshe. The threeâs strategy meeting took place during the night.
Three days later, Baron Gragoleir asked for a meeting with a leader of the northern knights, Rafaien as Oshe stood behind him.
ãItâs unusual for Baron-dono to ask for a meetingã
ãNo, itâs nothing much, itâs just that three days ago I was ambushed by the bandits when I tried to pass through the forest. Although I managed to somehow escape, I still need to go through that forest to return to my territory on a day after tomorrow. I thought of asking for some escorts from the knightsâ order. There is no need to escort me all the way, just until I leave the forest and reach the borders of the Kurumfar territoryã
ãBandits?.......I didnât hear anything about it, thoughã
ãThen do investigate. However, I canât delay my return. Baron Jiono is going to make a visit to my territory. He is going to travel together with me. Normally, I would have hired some guards but this time I have a guest after all. I canât rely on luck. Thatâs why I came to ask for the help from the imperial knights. Can you dispatch some of your people on this occasion? ã
ãLeader, I ask of you to let me go. There are more than bandits in the Kurumfar territory. I too was attacked when I was on my way to the capital. They had enough power to give as a great trouble. We canât be negligent. Most likely, a part of them operated in the forest near the capital. We should use our troops to escort the Baron and investigate the forestã
ã......Well, if itâ to escort the Baron and investigate the forest, I can spare some forces. knights should be enoughã
ãNo, captain. If itâs possible, I want to bring about 00 of my subordinates on this mission. It would be a nice exercise for my men. I think of it as a good training opportunityã
ã.....All right. However, do not spend more time than necessary. Three days at the most. After that, you are to come backã
ãThank you for your consideration, captain-donoã
In that way, Oshe received a permission to move his troops.
At the designated time in the afternoon Baron Jiono, Baron Gragoleir, and Osheâs army departed the imperial capital.
The party steadily advanced and reached the borders of the Kurumfar territory in the evening before stopping. Then, Oshe ordered to settle a camp.
ãThere are no holes in my plan. Tomorrow, Versamâs head will definitely be separated from the rest of his bodyã
ãThat rising aristocracy deemed as an incompetent commander. Itâs time to erase that stigma. I will show them my way of fightingã
ãOi oi, donât be so fired up ahead of timeã
ãI know. Iâm always calmã
ãI hope so. Then letâs go through our plan once again. We will infiltrate the Kurumfar territory under the cover of the night. Then, we will pass through the forest and raid the mansion before the daybreak. They should be in the mansion. My scouts witnessed him returning to the mansion yesterday. We are going to kill him. Also....letâs kill everyone else in the mansion. After that, we are going to return to the capital. Versamâs head and the banditsâ heads, for the bandits, we can randomly behead some people from the slums. We will carry them to the Captain Rafaien. We were attacked on the way by the bandits. Then, the bandits run away towards the Versam mansion. When we chased after them, the Marquis assumed their side and attacked us. Without any other choice, we thought and defeated his forces. Actually, the leader of the bandits was Honorary Marquis Versam all this time, or so the story goes.ã
ãYeah, I knowã
ãAfter the commotion settles down, I will petition to the Emperor to manage the Kurumfar territory together with Baron Gragoleir. And after we get the Kurumfar territory, we will split its harvest and salt between usã
ãBut will it really go that smoothly? Prince Viras wonât stay silentã
ãWe are going with this plan. Versam stands out quite a bit thanks to the Emperor. There are plenty of nobles, who hate him. With Versam deemed as a traitor, the influence of Prince Viras and Prime Minister Guremont will weaken. I will aim for that and show him my supportã
ãIf this goes well, we will profit greatly and Oshe will raise enough funds for a promotion. After all, Jiono can get the whole Kurumfar territoryã
ãI want to succeed by all means. I want to obtain the scenery praised by the Emperor himself when he stayed in that hotelã
ãYou always wanted to obtain strange things since the childhoodã
ãWhat are you saying? You just donât understand. The value of that hotel, that isã
ãStop quarreling! For some reason, I, the great Oshe-sama, always end up as a mediator between you. It wonât be late to fight after we succeedã
ãTrue enoughã
ãRightã
ãAll right, itâs about the time to gather my men. From now on, itâs my time to shine. I will show you my skillsã
ãIâm expecting a lotã
ãIâm counting on you!ã
Late at night, the silence was broken by an emergency signal. The well-trained soldiers immediately lined up. At the same time, Oshe stood before them.
ãWe are going to march at night. Everyone is to equip a real sword! We are going for a bandit subjugation. The target is a mansion that serves as their lair. Kill everyone, who is inside! ã
Oshe pulled out his sword, raised his voice, and pointed towards the east.
ãThe banditsâ leader is Versam! Honorary Marquis Versam of the Empire! Advance! ã
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Naturally, Ciel is sleeping right now and Iâm doing my sorcery research as usual. I want to increase the barrierâs defensive capabilities, but I guess I already crammed too much into it since itâs not turning out too well. While I might be able to manage it somehow if I just ignore the magic power consumption, but since I want to keep the barrier up constantly, it wouldnât be practical if the power consumption is greater than my natural MP recovery.
Though from my experience, given that Iâm already fairly deep into this, making something better than what we currently have might be difficult in a short amount of time and thereâs nothing I can do about it.
It wouldnât have been a problem if it was that easy anyway. Just when I thought so, there was a response from detection. Our guests seem to be neither animals nor insects, theyâre humans. Six of them to be exact. Not the number of people to send against one child in my opinion. So in other words, theyâre likely anticipating Ciel to be a hunter higher than D-rank.
In separate pairs, theyâre heading towards the door, the window, and this roomâs ceiling.
ãCiel, wake up.ã
ãSomeoneâs here, right?ã
Although Ciel loves to sleep, she wakes up on command as long as sheâs informed in advance. How should I say this? Sheâs really good at shifting gears, itâs really impressive. I myself canât readjust that easily.
ãThere are two people each at the door, the window, and the ceiling.ã
ãSo, how should we deal with this?ã
ãWe could defeat them and escape, escape without defeating them, deliberately get caught, or defeat them and march into their place headfirst; that should be about it.ã
ãAin, in your opinion, are they dangerous?ã
ãNot at all. If they were, I would have told you to run away.ã
ãIn that case, weâll defeat them.ã
Saying so, Ciel operates the magic circle we prepared under the pillow.
While itâs nothing fancy, itâs only a revised version of the one we used to tear Alejo apart, every living creature within the specified range âin our current case, approximately everywhere inside the roomâ will be slashed up just to the brink of death and sorcery would be intercepted.
Since all I can do is affix barriers, in addition to keeping the barrier constantly up, I created a spherical barrier thatâs nearly invisible for this time. With this, as long as Ciel keeps feigning sleep, theyâll likely set the trap off on their own.
After a few minutes, someone entered through the ceiling, window, and door simultaneously.
Despite their attempts to be quiet, I could sense their wariness as only a few entered the room. Unfortunately for them, we were prepared to attack. While those with strong armor or greater proficiency in sorcery might have been able to withstand our trap, it seemed that none of these individuals were present. As soon as they entered, they all collapsed without even taking a few steps.
Although the trap would have been extremely painful, the fact that they didnât even make a sound showed a level of fortitude that was rare among hunters.
Probably noticing the collapse of the first wave, the second wave entered next, but only the two from the door and window entered and subsequently collapsed. The remaining one in the ceiling seems to be solely focused on observing since even after some time has passed, he (she?) still isnât coming down.
ãPick me up tomorrow morning. Also, itâs a nuisance, carry them back.ã
Ciel rose from bed and relayed a message to the sixth person, or rather, I had asked her to do so. She then closed her eyes and returned to bed.
After confirming that the person in the ceiling hadnât moved despite the passage of time, Ciel directed an irritated glare towards the ceiling and exclaimed, ãNow.ã
As I sensed the person in the ceiling begin to descend after a startled response, Ciel appeared to completely disregard their movements. She simply spoke in a gentle tone, saying, ãGoodnight Ain.ã
In the end, the person in the ceiling carried out the other five individuals in pairs and departed for an unknown location. Ever since we agreed to assist a dubious merchant, the possibility of being targeted was nearly inevitable, making this situation an eventual occurrence. Thatâs why I wanted to locate and speak with the mastermind behind these attacks as soon as possible, so that should be enough. Well, this was Cielâs choice though.
Morning arrived, and Ciel slowly awakened from her slumber. To be honest, someone had been waiting impatiently outside our door for her to wake up for quite some time, but we didnât need to worry about being considerate in this situation.
I asked Ciel, ãShould we switch?ã but she replied, ãIâll try to do it myself.ã Therefore, I focused on supporting her in her efforts.
Ciel finished her preparations and opened the door, where she was greeted with a ãGood morning.ã However, when she looked up, she saw a very tall and upturned-eyed woman dressed in black, looking back at her with a dubious stare.
ãMorning. Here for me?ã
ãPardon my late introduction. Please call me Atlo. As requested, we have come to pick you up.ã
ãI see. Then, lead the way.ã
ãA polite person came.ã
ãI suppose this means that theyâre not just some unruly organization.ã
ãAin, do you know what will happen next?ã
ãI can vaguely guess.ã
ãIn that case, I want you to tell me if I might make a mistake.ã
ãEven if you do something wrong, itâll probably be fine. The assassins were fairly lukewarm after all.ã
As we were being guided deeper into the inn for some reason, I continued chatting with Ciel. A part of it might be because I only had a few options back then, but I donât fear them as much as I did the repeated assassination attempts back at the mansion. For that reason, even if Ciel followed unprepared, it shouldnât be too dangerous.
Although Atlo occasionally looks back at Ciel, we left the inn from what seems to be the backdoor entrance without her even speaking to us. Beyond the door, the path led to a somewhat filthy street. While it doesnât seem to be some sort of slum, it had a vague air of unrest. After some distance away from the inn, we entered a different building and took the stairs to the top âthe thirdâ floor.
Alto knocked on the door, saying ãIâve brought the guest.ã and I heard a deep masculine voice say ãCome in.ã in reply.
As we entered the room, the first thing I was reminded of was an executive office. I might be wrong since Iâve never seen an actual executive office before, but it had a classy-looking sofa and table set, and what seems to be the bossâ desk sitting further inside.
The presumed boss had an extremely large muscular build and was wearing tastelessly gaudy clothes. If heâs next to Atlo, they would give a perfect Beauty and the Beast vibe.
He has two bodyguards with him but other than them, I can sense a number of other presences inside the room as well.
ãHey little lady, how nice of you to come. Sit down.ã
The presumed boss told us to sit down, so Ciel sat on the expensive-looking sofa and immediately a steaming cup of tea was served. Atlo was the one that served it, but when did she have the time to prepare that?
ãAin. On second thought, would you mind if we switch for the discussion?ã
ãNot at all. Do you have something you want to ask?ã
ãCould you ask why this current situation happened?ã
ãIâll try as best as I can.ã
Since Ciel requested a switch, I agreed without any hesitation. As I thought, talking to men for extended periods of time might still be too much for Ciel. Instead of abruptly starting with a situation like this, it would be better if she started with talking to a male guild receptionist and the like. Rather, if Iâm being honest, Ciel doesnât need to work that hard while weâre still in this country.
ãMy name is Faneed. Despite how I look, I occupy the underground top.ã
ãThank you for the explanation. You can call me little lady or Blan, whichever you may prefer.ã
ãAn alias, right?ã
ãOf course it is. By the way, is this a place for discussion? Or is it otherwise...ã
Saying so, I moved my gaze all over the room. Itâs a bother to count, but there should be at least of them. Being surrounded by this many people, I canât help suspecting if they intend to start a fight. Hearing my words, one of the bodyguards was about to come towards me, but Faneed stopped him.
ãThis is indeed a place for discussion. As long as you donât start anything, I wonât do a thing.ã
ãThen this means that you would treat yesterdayâs incident as an isolated case, right?ã
ãThatâs fine. Just a hypothetical question but, Miss Blan, would you be able to deal with this current situation?ã
ãIf the people around me are only as capable as last nightâs individuals, this much wonât be any problem.ã
ãOkay, understood.ã
Faneed raised his hands up, showing a sign of surrender. While Iâm not actually sure of the sign, it seems like weâll be able to have a proper discussion.
ãBut before the talk, apologies first. Pardon our young guy for being rude earlier. If you have any demands, Iâll hear it.ã
His tone turning slightly formal is probably a display of his dignity as someone standing at the top of an organization or something.
As for why he has a piercing gaze despite declaring that heâll listen to our demands, it probably means that we might get into a conflict depending on what it is, but honestly I have no intention of making demands that would cause confrontations. In that regard, Ciel probably isnât that much different. If she wanted anything, she would have told me about it earlier after all.
ãFor now, please raise your head. I donât have any particular intention to be in conflict with you and your people. It seems bothersome after all.ã
Faneed raised his head and laughed in amusement. Shifting my gaze to Atlo, who was standing diagonally behind me, I see her staring at me with interest.
ãWith that being said, could we start with reaffirming the current situation? I just arrived at the capital, was urged into an inn, had my dinner drugged, and had assassins sent to me. So honestly speaking, I can only make assumptions based on the situation.ã
ãThey werenât really there to kill you, so they arenât exactly assassins per se. Still, your assumptions shouldnât be that far off, if you ask me.ã
ãThen from your standpoint, you intended to abduct and sell me to some unspecified noble for money, correct?ã
ãThatâs right. We do slave trading too, though itâs not like we just randomly abduct people. Unusually we act based on proper contracts, you see?ã
Faneed let out an exhausted sigh. Depending on oneâs standpoint, he could be seen as a victim here as well.
Not that itâs any of my business. After all, Iâm not really mad enough to get too involved nor do I even feel like doing so. There are some aspects that make him seem somewhat of a good guy too, but I can guess his contract itself is probably unreasonable to begin with.
ãThen outside of that, people with vague identities that wouldnât cause issues even when abducted should sound about perfect. Such as me. I can imagine being the perfect target.ã
ãThough, who wouldâve thought that the collateral I was given was a stolen royal artifact.ã
ãOne last thing, whatâs your relationship with the merchant couple that sold me?ã
ãTheyâre customers.ã
The âstolen royal artifactâ line is probably an idiom unique to this world. Well, I can figure that it probably means being given a troublesome thing. If the merchant couple is indeed a customer of their organization, then I believe I have a good understanding of the situation.
ãAnyhow, this will be my first demand but could I have a chat with said merchant couple? You brought them here anyway, correct?ã
As I said so, Faneed called one of his subordinates âa man that was among those hidingâ and told him something. Without even several minutes passing, the man already brought along a familiar-looking couple. They seemingly had an extremely frightened look on their faces as they entered, and as they saw me, their eyes opened wide with shock. | {
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At my order, not just the three, even Cloud responded languidly. It was because Finiaâs meal that we ate after the massage was too good.
She used the greens and rooted vegetables, and fruits, that we picked up along the way, as well as dried jerky, to make a filling soup. It was a simple food that would satisfy even people aside from Cloud.
She also followed up with a toasted bread that had melted cheese on top, so it made you feel like continuing for an after-meal nap. Having said that, we couldnât abandon this commission either.
I picked up my foldable shovel and started slowly digging at the ivy roots. But Sebastian and the other two were different.
âOkay, letâs do this!â
They stabbed their shovels down forcefully and tried to dig with brute force.
âYou utter idiots!â
If they do it so forcibly, the potatoes will just break. If they get damaged, so will the commission payment get reduced. So to teach them about that, I used the usual punishing pole to smack their heads.
âOouch! Big sis, what was that for!â
âWhat do you mean what! Youâll damage the potatoes!â
âAh, it slipped my mind.â
âRemember it!â
After all this time I started to have the full picture.
These guys forgot everything you told them the moment an enemy appeared. And they started violently shoveling their way to dig up the potatoes. Both of those things came from the same single flaw. In other words...
âLack of imagination and controlling oneâs emotions. In other words, you canât restrain yourselves.â
âYou act without thinking about what your actions would lead to. Being driven by impulses also stems from that.â
âBig sis, I donât understand that difficult explanation.â
âIn short, you completely lack the concept of thinking before you act!â
âAre you saying we donât think?â
âHaha, you have a point!â
âStop bragging about it!â
I smacked them once more to shut them up. These types of people wonât reflect until they see some pain. Or well, they are reflecting but they arenât learning from it. To correct that, they have to experience the danger, but itâs hard to adjust the balance of it.
They have to learn the risk of death, but if we overdo it, they might actually die.
I racked my brains about their teaching methods, while Michelle and Cloud seemed to be having fun. They were supposed to be in charge of giving instructions, but before I knew it I started thinking about it instead.
This meddlesome part of me has always led to blunders in my past life.
âWhatâs wrong, Nicole?â
âYou seem to be having fun, Michelle.â
âYup. It feels fresh to adventure with different people.â
at first though.â
âN-Now that I got to know them, they arenât that scary!â
âSo they were scary before that.â
âYup.â
Seeing her nod with a straight face seemed to have dealt quite a big blow to the trio. You guys, did you really think you werenât scary dressed like that?
âAnyway, they are wasting too much time digging Ligus potatoes without knowing how, so letâs finish this up fast.â
We continued harvesting the potatoes for about an hour after that. We made pairs with the three, and got to digging the roots from two sides.
After an hour, the plant that Finiaâs pair was digging finally revealed the potatoes. Since we went in pairs, one person was an extra. During this time, I asked Michelle to stand by and watch the surroundings.
As for why she was removed from the grouping, it was because she was too much for the eyes. Every time she put her hands in front and moved the shovel rhythmically,
that was caught in between also bounced along with it. I would never allow a man to watch that from the opposite side.
Following it, Cloudâs side and then my side also got to the potatoes. It was just three plants in total, so it felt a little lacking. Ideally, I wanted three more.
âLetâs take a break and dig up one more plant each. With that much, the client should have no complaints either.â
âThe commission just says to bring it, so wouldnât just a single one be fine?â
âThatâs the minimum condition. If you plan to live on as an Adventurer, you have to satisfy your clients so they remember you by bringing an extra.â
âIs that how it works?â
âIt is.â
Still, doing delicate digging for an hour tired you out quite a bit. We had to take a little break, or else weâll get too fatigued. We werenât potato digging experts after all.
âMichelle, sorry but can you make tea? Finia, create some water so we can wash our hands.â
âUnderstood.â
âGotcha!â
Michelle was on guard duty, so her hands werenât dirty. She was still an Adventurer, so she knew how to make tea in the wild at least. And Finiaâs elemental magic could be useful for this too.
âHm...?â
âWhat is the matter?â
âFinia, you can use the Tunnel spell, right?â
âYes, I can.â
âThen wouldnât it be quicker if you dig around the potato with that spell and we start scraping off the remaining ground from the side?â
âOh, you are right. Let me try.â
âAh, wait, weâre resting now. Letâs do it later.â
Honestly, those three were no magicians so they couldnât reproduce this method. So it may not teach them much, but at least it will teach them to âuse everything at oneâs disposal.â
You have to use your head to make it easier for you. Like this, we took a little break and then resumed our digging. And Finiaâs magic turned out to be a huge deal even in this matter.
In the end, we upped our pace and ended up digging ten whole potatoes.
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And I thought, "Well, what's the struggle?"
And she said, "Well, I saw you speak, and I'm going to call you a researcher, I think, but I'm afraid if I call you a researcher, no one will come, because they'll think you're boring and irrelevant."
And I was like, "Okay."
And she said, "But the thing I liked about your talk is you're a storyteller.
So I think what I'll do is just call you a storyteller."
And of course, the academic, insecure part of me was like, "You're going to call me a what?"
And she said, "I'm going to call you a storyteller."
And I was like, "Why not 'magic pixie'?"
I was like, "Let me think about this for a second."
I tried to call deep on my courage.
And I thought, you know, I am a storyteller.
I'm a qualitative researcher.
I collect stories; that's what I do.
And maybe stories are just data with a soul.
And maybe I'm just a storyteller.
And so I said, "You know what?
Why don't you just say I'm a researcher-storyteller."
And she went, "Ha ha. There's no such thing."
So I'm a researcher-storyteller, and I'm going to talk to you today -- we're talking about expanding perception -- and so I want to talk to you and tell some stories about a piece of my research that fundamentally expanded my perception and really actually changed the way that I live and love and work and parent.
And this is where my story starts.
When I was a young researcher, doctoral student, my first year, I had a research professor who said to us, "Here's the thing, if you cannot measure it, it does not exist."
And I thought he was just sweet-talking me.
I was like, "Really?" and he was like, "Absolutely."
And so you have to understand that I have a bachelor's and a master's in social work, and I was getting my Ph.D. in social work, so my entire academic career was surrounded by people who kind of believed in the "life's messy, love it."
And I'm more of the, "life's messy, clean it up, organize it and put it into a bento box."
And so to think that I had found my way, to found a career that takes me -- really, one of the big sayings in social work is, "Lean into the discomfort of the work."
And I'm like, knock discomfort upside the head and move it over and get all A's.
That was my mantra.
So I was very excited about this.
And so I thought, you know what, this is the career for me, because I am interested in some messy topics.
But I want to be able to make them not messy.
I want to understand them.
I want to hack into these things that I know are important and lay the code out for everyone to see.
So where I started was with connection.
Because, by the time you're a social worker for 10 years, what you realize is that connection is why we're here.
It's what gives purpose and meaning to our lives.
This is what it's all about.
It doesn't matter whether you talk to people who work in social justice, mental health and abuse and neglect, what we know is that connection, the ability to feel connected, is -- neurobiologically that's how we're wired -- it's why we're here.
So I thought, you know what, I'm going to start with connection.
Well, you know that situation where you get an evaluation from your boss, and she tells you 37 things that you do really awesome, and one "opportunity for growth?"
And all you can think about is that opportunity for growth, right?
Well, apparently this is the way my work went as well, because, when you ask people about love, they tell you about heartbreak.
When you ask people about belonging, they'll tell you their most excruciating experiences of being excluded.
And when you ask people about connection, the stories they told me were about disconnection.
So very quickly -- really about six weeks into this research -- I ran into this unnamed thing that absolutely unraveled connection in a way that I didn't understand or had never seen.
And so I pulled back out of the research and thought, I need to figure out what this is.
And it turned out to be shame.
And shame is really easily understood as the fear of disconnection: Is there something about me that, if other people know it or see it, that I won't be worthy of connection?
The things I can tell you about it: It's universal; we all have it.
The only people who don't experience shame have no capacity for human empathy or connection.
No one wants to talk about it, and the less you talk about it, the more you have it.
What underpinned this shame, this "I'm not good enough," -- which, we all know that feeling: "I'm not blank enough. I'm not thin enough, rich enough, beautiful enough, smart enough, promoted enough."
The thing that underpinned this was excruciating vulnerability.
This idea of, in order for connection to happen, we have to allow ourselves to be seen, really seen.
And you know how I feel about vulnerability. I hate vulnerability.
And so I thought, this is my chance to beat it back with my measuring stick.
I'm going in, I'm going to figure this stuff out, I'm going to spend a year, I'm going to totally deconstruct shame, I'm going to understand how vulnerability works, and I'm going to outsmart it.
So I was ready, and I was really excited.
As you know, it's not going to turn out well.
You know this.
So, I could tell you a lot about shame, but I'd have to borrow everyone else's time.
But here's what I can tell you that it boils down to -- and this may be one of the most important things that I've ever learned in the decade of doing this research.
My one year turned into six years: Thousands of stories, hundreds of long interviews, focus groups.
At one point, people were sending me journal pages and sending me their stories -- thousands of pieces of data in six years.
And I kind of got a handle on it.
I kind of understood, this is what shame is, this is how it works.
I wrote a book, I published a theory, but something was not okay -- and what it was is that, if I roughly took the people I interviewed and divided them into people who really have a sense of worthiness -- that's what this comes down to, a sense of worthiness -- they have a strong sense of love and belonging -- and folks who struggle for it, and folks who are always wondering if they're good enough. There was only one variable that separated
the people who have a strong sense of love and belonging and the people who really struggle for it.
And that was, the people who have a strong sense of love and belonging believe they're worthy of love and belonging.
That's it.
They believe they're worthy.
And to me, the hard part of the one thing that keeps us out of connection is our fear that we're not worthy of connection, was something that, personally and professionally, I felt like I needed to understand better.
So what I did is I took all of the interviews where I saw worthiness, where I saw people living that way, and just looked at those.
What do these people have in common?
I have a slight office supply addiction, but that's another talk.
So I had a manila folder, and I had a Sharpie, and I was like, what am I going to call this research?
And the first words that came to my mind were "whole-hearted."
These are whole-hearted people, living from this deep sense of worthiness.
So I wrote at the top of the manila folder, and I started looking at the data.
In fact, I did it first in a four-day, very intensive data analysis, where I went back, pulled the interviews, the stories, pulled the incidents.
What's the theme? What's the pattern?
My husband left town with the kids because I always go into this Jackson Pollock crazy thing, where I'm just writing and in my researcher mode.
And so here's what I found.
What they had in common was a sense of courage.
And I want to separate courage and bravery for you for a minute.
Courage, the original definition of courage, when it first came into the English language -- it's from the Latin word "cor," meaning "heart" -- and the original definition was to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart.
And so these folks had, very simply, the courage to be imperfect.
They had the compassion to be kind to themselves first and then to others, because, as it turns out, we can't practice compassion with other people if we can't treat ourselves kindly.
And the last was they had connection, and -- this was the hard part -- as a result of authenticity, they were willing to let go of who they thought they should be in order to be who they were, which you have to absolutely do that for connection.
The other thing that they had in common was this: They fully embraced vulnerability.
They believed that what made them vulnerable made them beautiful.
They didn't talk about vulnerability being comfortable, nor did they really talk about it being excruciating -- as I had heard it earlier in the shame interviewing.
They just talked about it being necessary.
They talked about the willingness to say, "I love you" first ...
the willingness to do something where there are no guarantees ...
the willingness to breathe through waiting for the doctor to call after your mammogram.
They're willing to invest in a relationship that may or may not work out.
They thought this was fundamental.
I personally thought it was betrayal.
I could not believe I had pledged allegiance to research, where our job -- you know, the definition of research is to control and predict, to study phenomena for the explicit reason to control and predict.
And now my mission to control and predict had turned up the answer that the way to live is with vulnerability and to stop controlling and predicting.
This led to a little breakdown -- -- which actually looked more like this.
And it did.
I call it a breakdown; my therapist calls it a spiritual awakening.
A spiritual awakening sounds better than breakdown, but I assure you, it was a breakdown.
And I had to put my data away and go find a therapist.
Let me tell you something: you know who you are when you call your friends and say, "I think I need to see somebody.
Do you have any recommendations?"
Because about five of my friends were like, "Wooo, I wouldn't want to be your therapist."
I was like, "What does that mean?"
And they're like, "I'm just saying, you know.
Don't bring your measuring stick."
I was like, "Okay."
So I found a therapist.
My first meeting with her, Diana -- I brought in my list of the way the whole-hearted live, and I sat down.
And she said, "How are you?"
And I said, "I'm great. I'm okay."
She said, "What's going on?"
And this is a therapist who sees therapists, because we have to go to those, because their B.S. meters are good.
And so I said, "Here's the thing, I'm struggling."
And she said, "What's the struggle?"
And I said, "Well, I have a vulnerability issue.
And I know that vulnerability is the core of shame and fear and our struggle for worthiness, but it appears that it's also the birthplace of joy, of creativity, of belonging, of love.
And I think I have a problem, and I need some help."
And I said, "But here's the thing: no family stuff, no childhood shit."
"I just need some strategies."
Thank you.
So she goes like this.
And then I said, "It's bad, right?"
And she said, "It's neither good nor bad."
"It just is what it is."
And I said, "Oh my God, this is going to suck."
And it did, and it didn't.
And it took about a year.
And you know how there are people that, when they realize that vulnerability and tenderness are important, that they surrender and walk into it.
A: that's not me, and B: I don't even hang out with people like that.
For me, it was a yearlong street fight.
It was a slugfest.
Vulnerability pushed, I pushed back.
I lost the fight, but probably won my life back.
And so then I went back into the research and spent the next couple of years really trying to understand what they, the whole-hearted, what choices they were making, and what we are doing with vulnerability.
Why do we struggle with it so much?
Am I alone in struggling with vulnerability?
No.
So this is what I learned.
We numb vulnerability -- when we're waiting for the call.
It was funny, I sent something out on Twitter and on Facebook that says, "How would you define vulnerability?
What makes you feel vulnerable?"
And within an hour and a half, I had 150 responses.
Because I wanted to know what's out there.
Having to ask my husband for help because I'm sick, and we're newly married; initiating sex with my husband; initiating sex with my wife; being turned down; asking someone out; waiting for the doctor to call back; getting laid off; laying off people.
This is the world we live in.
We live in a vulnerable world.
And one of the ways we deal with it is we numb vulnerability.
And I think there's evidence -- and it's not the only reason this evidence exists, but I think it's a huge cause -- We are the most in-debt ...
obese ...
addicted and medicated adult cohort in U.S. history.
The problem is -- and I learned this from the research -- that you cannot selectively numb emotion.
You can't say, here's the bad stuff.
Here's vulnerability, here's grief, here's shame, here's fear, here's disappointment.
I don't want to feel these.
I'm going to have a couple of beers and a banana nut muffin.
I don't want to feel these.
And I know that's knowing laughter.
I hack into your lives for a living.
God.
You can't numb those hard feelings without numbing the other affects, our emotions.
You cannot selectively numb.
So when we numb those, we numb joy, we numb gratitude, we numb happiness.
And then, we are miserable, and we are looking for purpose and meaning, and then we feel vulnerable, so then we have a couple of beers and a banana nut muffin.
And it becomes this dangerous cycle.
One of the things that I think we need to think about is why and how we numb.
And it doesn't just have to be addiction.
The other thing we do is we make everything that's uncertain certain.
Religion has gone from a belief in faith and mystery to certainty.
"I'm right, you're wrong. Shut up."
That's it.
Just certain.
The more afraid we are, the more vulnerable we are, the more afraid we are.
This is what politics looks like today.
There's no discourse anymore.
There's no conversation.
There's just blame.
You know how blame is described in the research?
A way to discharge pain and discomfort.
We perfect.
If there's anyone who wants their life to look like this, it would be me, but it doesn't work.
Because what we do is we take fat from our butts and put it in our cheeks.
Which just, I hope in 100 years, people will look back and go, "Wow."
And we perfect, most dangerously, our children.
Let me tell you what we think about children.
They're hardwired for struggle when they get here.
And when you hold those perfect little babies in your hand, our job is not to say, "Look at her, she's perfect.
My job is just to keep her perfect -- make sure she makes the tennis team by fifth grade and Yale by seventh."
That's not our job.
Our job is to look and say, "You know what? You're imperfect, and you're wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging."
That's our job.
Show me a generation of kids raised like that, and we'll end the problems, I think, that we see today.
We pretend that what we do doesn't have an effect on people.
We do that in our personal lives.
We do that corporate -- whether it's a bailout, an oil spill ...
a recall.
We pretend like what we're doing doesn't have a huge impact on other people.
I would say to companies, this is not our first rodeo, people.
We just need you to be authentic and real and say ...
"We're sorry. We'll fix it."
But there's another way, and I'll leave you with this.
This is what I have found: To let ourselves be seen, deeply seen, vulnerably seen ...
to love with our whole hearts, even though there's no guarantee -- and that's really hard, and I can tell you as a parent, that's excruciatingly difficult -- to practice gratitude and joy in those moments of terror, when we're wondering, "Can I love you this much?
Can I believe in this this passionately?
Can I be this fierce about this?"
just to be able to stop and, instead of catastrophizing what might happen, to say, "I'm just so grateful, because to feel this vulnerable means I'm alive."
And the last, which I think is probably the most important, is to believe that we're enough.
Because when we work from a place, I believe, that says, "I'm enough" ...
then we stop screaming and start listening, we're kinder and gentler to the people around us, and we're kinder and gentler to ourselves.
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Even in wealthy countries it is common now to see inequality growing.
In the United States, since 2001 we've had five years of economic growth, five years of productivity growth in the workplace, but median wages are stagnant and the percentage of working families dropping below the poverty line is up by four percent.
The percentage of working families without health care up by four percent.
So this interdependent world which has been pretty good to most of us -- which is why we're all here in Northern California doing what we do for a living, enjoying this evening -- is profoundly unequal.
It is also unstable.
Unstable because of the threats of terror, weapons of mass destruction, the spread of global disease and a sense that we are vulnerable to it in a way that we weren't not so many years ago.
And perhaps most important of all, it is unsustainable because of climate change, resource depletion and species destruction.
When I think about the world I would like to leave to my daughter and the grandchildren I hope to have, it is a world that moves away from unequal, unstable, unsustainable interdependence to integrated communities -- locally, nationally and globally -- that share the characteristics of all successful communities: a broadly shared, accessible set of opportunities, a shared sense of responsibility for the success of the common enterprise and a genuine sense of belonging.
All easier said than done.
When the terrorist incidents occurred in the United Kingdom a couple of years ago, I think even though they didn't claim as many lives as we lost in the United States on 9/11, I think the thing that troubled the British most was that the perpetrators were not invaders, but homegrown citizens whose religious and political identities were more important to them than the people they grew up with, went to school with,
worked with, shared weekends with, shared meals with.
In other words, they thought their differences were more important than their common humanity.
It is the central psychological plague of humankind in the 21st century.
Into this mix, people like us, who are not in public office, have more power to do good than at any time in history, because more than half the world's people live under governments they voted in and can vote out.
And even non-democratic governments are more sensitive to public opinion.
Because primarily of the power of the Internet, people of modest means can band together and amass vast sums of money that can change the world for some public good if they all agree.
When the tsunami hit South Asia, the United States contributed 1.2 billion dollars.
30 percent of our households gave.
Half of them gave over the Internet.
The median contribution was somewhere around 57 dollars.
And thirdly, because of the rise of non-governmental organizations.
They, businesses, other citizens' groups, have enormous power to affect the lives of our fellow human beings.
When I became president in 1993, there were none of these organizations in Russia.
There are now a couple of hundred thousand.
None in India. There are now at least a half a million active.
None in China. There are now 250,000 registered with the government, probably twice again that many who are not registered for political reasons.
When I organized my foundation, and I thought about the world as it is and the world that I hope to leave to the next generation, and I tried to be realistic about what I had cared about all my life that I could still have an impact on.
I wanted to focus on activities that would help to alleviate poverty, fight disease, combat climate change, bridge the religious, racial and other divides that torment the world, but to do it in a way that would either use whatever particular skills we could put together in our group to change the way some public good function was performed so that it would sweep across the world more.
You saw one reference to that in what we were able to do with AIDS drugs.
And I want to say that the head of our AIDS effort, and the person who also is primarily active in the wish I'll make tonight, Ira Magaziner, is here with me and I want to thank him for everything he's done.
He's over there.
When I got out of office and was asked to work, first in the Caribbean, to try to help deal with the AIDS crisis, generic drugs were available for about 500 dollars a person a year.
If you bought them in vast bulks, you could get them at a little under 400 dollars.
The first country we went to work in, the Bahamas, was paying 3,500 dollars for these drugs.
The market was so terribly disorganized that they were buying this medicine through two agents who were gigging them sevenfold.
So the very first week we were working, we got the price down to 500 dollars.
And all of a sudden, they could save seven times as many lives for the same amount of money.
Then we went to work with the manufacturers of AIDS medicines, one of whom was cited in the film, and negotiated a whole different change in business strategy, because even at 500 dollars, these drugs were being sold on a high-margin, low-volume, uncertain-payment basis.
So we worked on improving the productivity of the operations and the supply chain, and went to a low-margin, high-volume, absolutely certain-payment business.
I joked that the main contribution we made to the battle against AIDS was to get the manufacturers to change from a jewelry store to a grocery store strategy.
But the price went to 140 dollars from 500.
And pretty soon, the average price was 192 dollars.
Now we can get it for about 100 dollars.
Children's medicine was 600 dollars, because nobody could afford to buy any of it.
We negotiated it down to 190.
Then, the French imposed their brilliantly conceived airline tax to create a something called UNITAID, got a bunch of other countries to help.
That children's medicine is now 60 dollars a person a year.
The only thing that is keeping us from basically saving the lives of everybody who needs the medicine to stay alive are the absence of systems necessary to diagnose, treat and care for people and deliver this medicine.
We started a childhood obesity initiative with the Heart Association in America.
We tried to do the same thing by negotiating industry-right deals with the soft drink and the snack food industry to cut the caloric and other dangerous content of food going to our children in the schools.
We just reorganized the markets.
And it occurred to me that in this whole non-governmental world, somebody needs to be thinking about organizing public goods markets.
And that is now what we're trying to do, and working with this large cities group to fight climate change, to negotiate huge, big, volume deals that will enable cities which generate 75 percent of the world's greenhouse gases, to drastically and quickly reduce greenhouse gas emissions in a way that is good economics.
And this whole discussion as if it's some sort of economic burden, is a mystery to me.
I think it's a bird's nest on the ground.
When Al Gore won his well-deserved Oscar for the "Inconvenient Truth" movie, I was thrilled, but I had urged him to make a second movie quickly.
For those of you who saw "An Inconvenient Truth," the most important slide in the Gore lecture is the last one, which shows here's where greenhouse gases are going if we don't do anything, here's where they could go.
And then there are six different categories of things we can do to change the trajectory.
We need a movie on those six categories.
And all of you need to have it embedded in your brains and to organize yourselves around it.
So we're trying to do that.
So organizing these markets is one thing we try to do.
Now we have taken on a second thing, and this gets to my wish.
It has been my experience in working in developing countries that while the headlines may all be -- the pessimistic headlines may say, well, we can't do this, that or the other thing because of corruption -- I think incapacity is a far bigger problem in poor countries than corruption, and feeds corruption.
We now have the money, given these low prices, to distribute AIDS drugs all over the world to people we cannot presently reach.
Today these low prices are available in the 25 countries where we work, and in a total of 62 countries, and about 550,000 people are getting the benefits of them.
But the money is there to reach others.
The systems are not there to reach the people.
working first in Rwanda and then in Malawi and other places -- but I want to talk about Rwanda tonight -- is to develop a model for rural health care in a very poor area that can be used to deal with AIDS, TB, malaria, other infectious diseases, poor people are grappling with in the developing world, that can first be scaled for the whole nation of Rwanda, and then will be a model that could literally
be implemented in any other poor country in the world.
And the test is: one, will it do the job?
Will it provide high quality care?
that will enable the country to sustain a health care system without foreign donors after five to 10 years?
Because the longer I deal with these problems, whether it's economics, health, education, whatever -- we have to build systems.
And the absence of systems that function break the connection which got you all in this seat tonight.
You think about whatever your life has been, however many obstacles you have faced in your life, at critical junctures you always knew there was a predictable connection between the effort you exerted and the result you achieved.
In a world with no systems, with chaos, everything becomes a guerilla struggle, and this predictability is not there.
And it becomes almost impossible to save lives, educate kids, develop economies, whatever.
The person, in my view, who has done the best job of this in the health care area, of building a system in a very poor area, is Dr. Paul Farmer, who, many of you know, has worked for now 20 years with his group, Partners in Health, primarily in Haiti where he started, but they've also worked in Russia, in Peru and other places around the world.
As poor as Haiti is, in the area where Farmer's clinic is active -- and they serve a catchment area far greater than the medical professionals they have would indicate they could serve -- since 1988, they have not lost one person to tuberculosis, not one.
And they've achieved a lot of other amazing health results.
on trying to dramatically increase the income of the country and fight the AIDS problem, we wanted to build a healthcare network, because it had been totally destroyed during the genocide in 1994, and the per capita income was still under a dollar a day.
So I rang up, asked Paul Farmer if he would help.
Because it seemed to me if we could prove there was a model in Haiti and a model in Rwanda that we could then take all over the country, number one, it would be a wonderful thing for a country that has suffered as much as any on Earth in the last 15 years, and number two, we would have something that could then be adapted to any other poor country anywhere in the world.
And so we have set about doing that.
Now, we started working together 18 months ago.
And we're working in an area called Southern Kayonza, which is one of the poorest areas in Rwanda, with a group that originally includes about 400,000 people.
We're essentially implementing what Paul Farmer did in Haiti: he develops and trains paid community health workers who are able to identify health problems, ensure that people who have AIDS or TB are properly diagnosed and take their medicine regularly, who work on bringing about health education, clean water and sanitation, providing nutritional supplements and moving people up the chain of health care if they have problems of the severity that require it.
The procedures that make this work have been perfected, as I said, by Paul Farmer and his team in their work in rural Haiti over the last 20 years.
Recently we did an evaluation of the first 18 months of our efforts in Rwanda.
And the results were so good that the Rwandan government has now agreed to adopt the model for the entire country, and has strongly supported and put the full resources of the government behind it.
I'll tell you a little bit about our team because it's indicative of what we do.
We have about 500 people around the world working in our AIDS program, some of them for nothing -- just for transportation, room and board.
And then we have others working in these other related programs.
Our business plan in Rwanda was put together under the leadership of Diana Noble, who is an unusually gifted woman, but not unusual in the type of people who have been willing to do this kind of work.
She was the youngest partner at Schroder Ventures in London in her 20s.
She was CEO of a successful e-venture -- she started and built Reed Elsevier Ventures -- and at 45 she decided she wanted to do something different with her life.
So she now works full-time on this for very little pay.
She and her team of former business people have created a business plan that will enable us to scale this health system up for the whole country.
And it would be worthy of the kind of private equity work she used to do when she was making a lot more money for it.
When we came to this rural area, 45 percent of the children under the age of five had stunted growth due to malnutrition.
23 percent of them died before they reached the age of five.
Mortality at birth was over two-and-a-half percent.
Over 15 percent of the deaths among adults and children occurred because of intestinal parasites and diarrhea from dirty water and inadequate sanitation -- all entirely preventable and treatable.
Over 13 percent of the deaths were from respiratory illnesses -- again, all preventable and treatable.
And not a single soul in this area was being treated for AIDS or tuberculosis.
Within the first 18 months, the following things happened: we went from zero to about 2,000 people being treated for AIDS.
That's 80 percent of the people who need treatment in this area.
Listen to this: less than four-tenths of one percent of those being treated stopped taking their medicine or otherwise defaulted on treatment.
That's lower than the figure in the United States.
Less than three-tenths of one percent had to transfer to the more expensive second-line drugs.
400,000 pregnant women were brought into counseling and will give birth for the first time within an organized healthcare system.
That's about 43 percent of all the pregnancies.
About 40 percent of all the people -- I said 400,000. I meant 40,000.
About 40 percent of all the people who need TB treatment are now getting it -- in just 18 months, up from zero when we started.
43 percent of the children in need of an infant feeding program to prevent malnutrition and early death are now getting the food supplements they need to stay alive and to grow.
We've started the first malaria treatment programs they've ever had there.
Patients admitted to a hospital that was destroyed during the genocide that we have renovated along with four other clinics, complete with solar power generators, good lab technology.
We now are treating 325 people a month, despite the fact that almost 100 percent of the AIDS patients are now treated at home.
And the most important thing is because we've implemented Paul Farmer's model, using community health workers, we estimate that this system could be put into place for all of Rwanda for between five and six percent of GDP, and that the government could sustain that without depending on foreign aid after five or six years.
And for those of you who understand healthcare economics you know that all wealthy countries spend between nine and 11 percent of GDP on health care, except for the United States, we spend 16 -- but that's a story for another day.
We're now working with Partners in Health and the Ministry of Health in Rwanda and our Foundation folks to scale this system up.
We're also beginning to do this in Malawi and Lesotho.
And we have similar projects in Tanzania, Mozambique, Kenya and Ethiopia with other partners trying to achieve the same thing: to save as many lives as quickly as we can, but to do it in a systematic way that can be implemented nationwide and then with a model that can be implemented in any country in the world.
We need initial upfront investment to train doctors, nurses, health administration and community health workers throughout the country, to set up the information technology, the solar energy, the water and sanitation, the transportation infrastructure.
But over a five- to 10-year period, we will take down the need for outside assistance and eventually it will be phased out.
My wish is that TED assist us in our work and help us to build a high-quality rural health system in a poor country, Rwanda, that can be a model for Africa, and indeed, for any poor country anywhere in the world.
My belief is that this will help us to build a more integrated world with more partners and fewer terrorists, with more productive citizens and fewer haters, a place we'd all want our kids and our grandchildren to grow up in.
It has been an honor for me, particularly, to work in Rwanda where we also have a major economic development project in partnership with Sir Tom Hunter, the Scottish philanthropist, where last year we, using the same thing with AIDS drugs, cut the cost of fertilizer and the interest rates on microcredit loans by 30 percent and achieved three- to four-hundred percent increases in crop yields with the farmers.
These people have been through a lot and none of us, most of all me, helped them when they were on the verge of destroying each other.
We're undoing that now, and they are so over it and so into their future.
We're doing this in an environmentally responsible way.
I'm doing my best to convince them not to run the electric grid to the 35 percent of the people that have no access, but to do it with clean energy. To have responsible reforestation projects, the Rwandans, interestingly enough, have been quite good, Mr. Wilson, in preserving their topsoil.
There's a couple of guys from southern farming families -- the first thing I did when I went out to this place was to get down on my hands and knees and dig in the dirt and see what they'd done with it.
We have a chance here to prove that a country that almost slaughtered itself out of existence can practice reconciliation, reorganize itself, focus on tomorrow and provide comprehensive, quality health care with minimal outside help.
I am grateful for this prize, and I will use it to that end.
We could use some more help to do this, but think of what it would mean if we could have a world-class health system in Rwanda -- in a country with a less-than-one-dollar-a-day-per-capita income, one that could save hundreds of millions of lives over the next decade if applied to every similarly situated country on Earth.
It's worth a try and I believe it would succeed.
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Now that Iâve surpassed , most of the spells are exactly what youâd expect from the darkness element. And this is what it looks like when you stop someoneâs lungs from working.
You definitely canât carelessly use this one on a fellow human being, but just this once it couldnât be helped.
....A pretty convenient phrase, isnât it? It couldnât be helped. I didnât have any other choice. What else could I have done? All great ways to not take any responsibility for what happens next.
As Iâm thinking this, I still make sure to snap my fingers once more.
If I donât leave things here, she really might end up dying.
Frothing slightly from the lips, Jane manages to pull her head up off the floor just far enough to glare at me. Looks like my little spell had been a rather painful experience for her.
But sheâs the first person Iâve felled that came running back for more. What else could I do?
â.....What.... did you.... do... to meâ!?â Jane rasps, straining to keep her head off the ground from where she still lays collapsed on the floor. Her breathing still sounds labored, like the air is ripping at her throat as she fights to pull enough into her body.
âI just stopped your lungs a little bit. Why? Did it hurt?â I ask, tilting my head to the side and beaming at her.
The eyes of the onlookers change from contemptuous to fearful the moment they process what I just said. The atmosphere in the room becomes strained. I hardly thought it possible, but an even thicker silence falls on the dining hall as everyone tries to quiet their breathing. No one wants to take any chances of catching my notice, lest they suffer a similar fate.
This wasnât bad timing for me to show off my magical abilities. Now everyone knows just how frightening it is to cross a villainess.
I wonder if thatâs why Gilles had wanted me to step in? He realized what a great opportunity this was for me! With a quick flick of my eyes, I send a glance Gillesâs way.
....Huh? Gilles looks surprised as well. It would seem that my actions went beyond even Gillesâs imagination.
âIâd stay down and not move around too much if I were you,â I say to Jane as I walk past her prone form and head over towards the girl with light purple hair.
Even though she just witnessed firsthand such a terrifying demonstration, sheâs still looking at me with respect and admiration in her eyes.
âWhatâs your name?â
âIt is Carol Miller, Alicia-Sama.â
Despite the slight tremor in her voice, she still manages to speak clearly.
âI beg your pardon. I am a little nervous to be standing here in front of you, Alicia-Sama.â
As she says this, she straightens her back, standing firm and tall while gazing straight at me. There really is a distinct grace and refinement in her posture and movements.
âAnd your element?â
âIt is poison magic.â
Although Gillesâs question was curt, Carol maintains her polite tone as she replies.
......Did she just say poison? Poison magic is supposedly fairly weak, but itâs an extremely rare form of magic. Ever since I read about it, Iâve been wanting to meet someone who is able to wield it.
And to think Iâd find one such person under these unusual circumstances.... She just might turn out to be useful, after all.
Furthermore, not just me, she clearly holds Gilles in high esteem as well. Itâs nearly impossible to find someone who will speak so politely towards a young boy. Especially one without a title. So even if the reason is merely because heâs my assistant and not due to his keen intellect, I canât help but have good feelings towards a girl like this.
âHey, Alicia?â Gilles says, catching my eye. Without saying anything more, his eyes tell me that heâs thinking the same thing as me; this girl we can use.
âYou. Youâre a fan of mine, are you not?â
âYes! Your strong ambition is wonderful! And itâs so admirable the way you always face reality and tackle everything head on. And, of course, your gorgeous golden eyes are captivating and your long, black hair is so beautifully charming! I love it all!â Carol exclaims a little overly overzealously.
I never thought that thereâd be someone who would idolize me to this extent.
âEven if just a little, I wanted to become more like you, Alicia-Sama. Thatâs why I was growing out my hair, but.....â her voice trails off, her excitement quickly falling to sorrow at the thought of her ravaged hair.
I also take a look at her hair as she says this. Itâs become quite short now. Most of it doesnât even reach her shoulders. I wasnât the only one who overdid things. Jane also went way too far with this.
â......Iâm sorry that I said you were useless,â I say solemnly to Carol before turning to walk back toward Jane.
âDonât worry. I donât have any further business with you,â I assure her, smiling lightly down at her as I snatch the scissors from her grasp.
Iâve been thinking for a while that I was due for a cut. When you keep the same hairstyle for so long, youâre bound to grow tired of it.
I just never found the right timing. Even if I told Father that I wanted to get it cut, I knew heâd never agree to it. Well, I could have done it in secret I suppose, but that was more trouble than my trifling desire was worth.
And when I was fighting with Nate and he sliced through some of it with his sword, that also would have been a good opportunity..... but I just never got around to it. Iâm a busy woman, after all.
Holding the scissors tightly, I walk slowly back over to Carol. As I stop in front of her, Carol looks at me dazedly, clearly puzzled by my actions.
And then, with one hand holding the scissors, and the other hand gripping my hair, I cut down hard. Black hair flutters to the floor, landing on top of the light purple strands already scattered there.
Both Carol and Gilles are looking at me wide-eyed in shock. If they were anymore surprised, I think their eyeballs might pop out of their heads.
âNow our hair is the same length. I guess you were able to become a little more like me after all,â I say to her. And then I give her a brilliant smile. | {
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When it came to battles, I always dealt with them thoroughly. But anything other than that, I tended to make weird slip-ups. I overcame most of the troubles through brute force, but it was now made very clear just how bad my case was.
âHihaaa! Enemy!â
âKill it, kill iiit!â
âYouâll become meat today!â
This is what happened when they saw a horned rabbit jumping in front of them. Sebastian and the other two rushed at it as he pulled out his sword.
In the first place, the horned rabbit hadnât even noticed us. So I was ignoring it, but it carelessly jumped before us. It was surprising to see us and stiffened in place, but Sebastian charged recklessly at it amidst his shock.
It was called a horned rabbit, but it didnât have that big a horn, and the most it could do was wound a child. Honestly, it was the kind of enemy that I wouldnât mind if it escape. And if it didnât, you could take it down with a single blow.
Yet, here we are. He went and rushed at it like a madman... and without even waiting for my instructions.
âPigiiiii?!â
The horned rabbit raised a shriek(?) and fled into the forest. The three chased after it like bloodthirsty beasts.
âW-Wait. Aagh dammit! Cloud?â
âOkay, fine. I just have to bring them back, right?â
âYeah, sorry. Weâre still supervisors here.â
He chased after them, guessing what I wanted to say. It was good that we had this responsive understanding. Rather than it being the result of my education, it was more like Cloud was good at reading the atmosphere.
At any rate, seeing those bunch I realized just how blessed I was with my students.
Michelle, Cloud, and Letina all had different personalities, but they all listened to my words sincerely. But Sebastian and the other two were too hot-blooded to listen to what I was saying.
I mean, they accepted it obediently if I scolded them, but they forgot it every time something happened. Thanks to that, this was their second time going on a rampage since we entered the forest. As expected, just telling them wouldnât be enough.
About ten minutes after that, Cloud brought the three back.
âYou utter fools!â
I smacked their heads with a pole I made with branches while waiting for them to return. I put cotton between the two branches to cushion the shock, so it just dealt pain without damage.
âOoouch!?â
âWhat did you do that for!â
âWe just wanted to take down theââ
âAnd weâre saying that was not needed! It had no hostility, so you shouldâve just moved on.â
The three raised objections while holding their heads, while Cloud lectured them in my stead. Even Michelle was frowning because of this.
These guys were really something to have a gentle girl like her make that face.
âGood grief. We have no time to fight every pointless battle.â
âIt was a harmless target, so why not let it go?â
âFinia, people like them need to be told more forcefully.â
âO-Okay.â
Michelle was properly coaching the three, but Finia was still somewhat reserved. So Cloud was lecturing Finia in turn now, turning it into a weird lecturing loop.
It was like, a really weird situation.
âOur goal is harvesting, so thereâs no need to fight what doesnât attack us.â
âBut arenât harmful beasts better to subjugate?â
âHorned rabbits canât even wound you if you wear thick clothes. Not even travelers consider them a threat.â
âI-Is that so?â
âYes, it is. More importantly, It was a bad move to run into the forest like that. There couldâve been something more dangerous than a horned rabbit waiting for you there.â
âFor example...?â
âWell, they saw Keratos near Raum. Or maybe a Moul.â
âIsnât Keratos that freakishly huge lizard?!â
Keratos was an edible monster, but it was surprisingly dangerous. Even these three seem to have heard of its name. They were in dismay, apparently never even considering that couldâve happened to them.
Then Cloud further backed them into a corner.
âEven I once stumbled on a slave merchant once when I strayed to the side road, and ended up getting my arm lopped off by his swordsman guard.â
âYour hand? Seriously?!â
âFortunately, thanks to Nicole, Lady Maria healed me and put it back on.â
âBy the way, which arm was it?â
âThe right one.â
He said and swung the sword around with his right hand.
He wasnât that skilled with the sword, but having used it for many years he was used to it enough to use it like an extension of his arm. There were no signs of clumsiness in his movements.
The three of them looked at his arm as if seeing something strange.
âSo yeah, thereâs no knowing what you may encounter if you rush into a place you canât fully see. So you have to move more carefully.â
âO-Okay...?â
This timeâs commission wasnât for me but for Michelle and rest to strengthen their leading skills, so I was trying to keep my mouth shut as much as possible.
Michelle and Cloud understood that and were more proactive in instructing the three. Finia on the other hand was hindered by her natural shyness, so she was interacting with them a little reservedly.
âHmm, Finia, you should be more forceful here.â
âThatâs... um, I know but when I see their faces, I just...â
âTheir faces? I mean, I guess they look scary.â
Having a Mohawk hairstyle was too much so I had all of them turn into skinheads. Even the clients would back off with their heads like that. Also, the face tattoos turned out to be just painted, so I had them remove that too. As a result, they turned into a group of hairless and browless skinheads, but even that was better than what they used to be.
However, it was better but being overly free spirits, they were still too hard for Finia to deal with. Well, that was part of what I wanted her to work on and grow.
Michelle and Cloudâs sermon lasted for another thirty minutes. But if they kept it on for too long weâd get delayed, so I had them stop at that.
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in the last five or six months.
And there's few things more thrilling than playing a song for the first time in front of an audience, especially when it's half-finished.
I'm kind of hoping some conversations here might help me finish it.
Because it gets into all sorts of crazy realms.
And so this is basically a song about loops, but not the kind of loops that I make up here.
They're feedback loops.
And in the audio world that's when the microphone gets too close to its sound source, and then it gets in this self-destructive loop that creates a very unpleasant sound.
And I'm going to demonstrate for you.
I'm not going to hurt you. Don't worry.
â« This is a loop, feedback loop â« â« This is a loop, feedback loop â« â« This is a loop, feedback loop â« â« This is a loop, feedback loop â« â« This is a loop, feedback loop â« â« This is a loop, feedback loop â« â« This is a -- All right. I don't know if that was necessary to demonstrate -- -- but my point is it's the sound of self-destruction.
And I've been thinking about how that applies across a whole spectrum of realms, from, say, the ecological, okay.
There seems to be a rule in nature that if you get too close to where you came from, it gets ugly.
So like, you can't feed cows their own brains or you get mad cow disease, and inbreeding and incest and, let's see, what's the other one?
Biological -- there's autoimmune diseases, where the body attacks itself a little too overzealously and destroys the host, or the person.
And then -- okay, this is where we get to the song -- kind of bridges the gap to the emotional.
Because although I've used scientific terms in songs, it's very difficult sometimes to make them lyrical.
And there's some things you just don't need to have in songs.
So I'm trying to bridge this gap between this idea and this melody.
And so, I don't know if you've ever had this, but when I close my eyes sometimes and try to sleep, I can't stop thinking about my own eyes.
And it's like your eyes start straining to see themselves.
That's what it feels like to me.
It's not pleasant.
I'm sorry if I put that idea in your head.
It's impossible, of course, for your eyes to see themselves, but they seem to be trying.
So that's getting a little more closer to a personal experience.
Or ears being able to hear themselves -- it's just impossible.
That's the thing.
So, I've been working on this song that mentions these things and then also imagines a person who's been so successful at defending themselves from heartbreak that they're left to do the deed themselves, if that's possible.
And that's what the song is asking.
All right.
It doesn't have a name yet.
â« Go ahead and congratulate yourself â« â« Give yourself a hand, the hand is your hand â« â« And the eye that eyes itself is your eye â« â« And the ear that hears itself is near â« â« 'Cause it's your ear, oh oh â« â« You've done the impossible now â« â« Took yourself apart â« â« You made yourself invulnerable â« â« No one can break your heart â«
â« So you wear it out â« â« And you wring it out â« â« And you wear it out â« â« And you break it yourself â« â« Breaking your own, break it yourself â« â« Breaking your own, break it yourself â« â« Breaking your own â« Thanks.
All right.
It's kind of cool. Songwriters can sort of get away with murder.
You can throw out crazy theories and not have to back it up with data or graphs or research.
But, you know, I think reckless curiosity would be what the world needs now, just a little bit.
I'm going to finish up with a song of mine called "Weather Systems."
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â« I can see â« â« weather systems â« â« of the world â« â« Weather systems â« â« of the world â« â« Some things you say â« â« are not for sale â« â« I would hold it where â« â« our free agents of some substance are â« â« scared â« â« Hold still a while â« â« Don't spill the wine â« â« I can see it all from here â«
â« I can see â« â« oh, I â« â« I can see â« â« weather systems of the world â« â« Weather systems â« â« of the world â« Thanks. | {
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This lodging is a refugee camp... Well, itâs just what I decided to call this place, not its official name. This refugee camp is now filled with people doing the night patrol. Iâm sure that the news about Valeritz has also reached here.
I donât think an hour has passed since Kittel left. If I include the time I spent wearing my armor, itâs probably been around minutes. I can feel my senses sharpen to the point that I can clearly hear the sounds of faraway horse hooves coming closer. This must be because I am extra alert now.
âIt seems like thereâs no need to wait. Frenssen, go get Max and others.â
âYes.â
After that, I stepped outside the lodging. Not long after, a horse stopped in front of me. It was Kittel.
âGood work. So, what are Fatherâs instructions?â
âAll members of Zeavert houseâs army that are currently on the mission to protect the aqueduct construction site are to depart to Badea Village on the outskirts of the capital and join the knights there.â
âAll members?â
âThat is correct.â
Does that mean the kingdom wants to throw away the safety of this aqueduct construction site? Hmm... most probably another army will be stationed here tomorrow to protect the construction site. However, we are ordered to depart immediately, not after the replacement has arrived. That means this mission must be very urgent.
Itâs true that the reaction speed of kingdom knights and noble knights which are in battle ready situations is much higher. So, the kingdom wants to gather as many noble knights as it can in the fastest time possible.
Ah, Max and others have arrived. Next, I just need to ask for the details from the leader of this operation after we join the kingdom knights.
âGot it. Max, Augen, and Barkey, we will immediately depart. We will travel throughout the night so that we can reach there in the morning. Frenssen, I will leave the handover of construction site protection duty to you.â
Everyone immediately rushed to their teams and the orderlies lit up the torch. We do have magic lamps but weâre saving them for later. After all, if thereâs rain, then we can only use magic lamps to light up the surroundings.
The orderlies place the saddle on my horse. Maybe because weâve been dispatched to the battlefield several times, the orderlies have become quite skilled at their job.
âDepart! Keep your eyes peeled open for a demon attack!â
The sound of the horseâs hooves pierced the night sky. The sight of the armors reflecting the light of the torches was mesmerizing as if it were a scene of a fairytale.
Well, Badea Village isnât that far. Itâs about a half-day walk from here. Even if we are being extra vigilant while marching there, reaching there isnât that hard. Fortunately, we didnât get attacked by demons en route.
âI am Welner von Zeavert.â
âPlease, come in.â
âPardon my intrusion.â
âAh. Sir Welner. Youâve arrived.â
Ah, itâs Duke Seyfarth and beside him is the Minister of War, Uve Freimut Schindler. To think that the one and only Minister of War will be here.
âI apologize for being late.â
âNo, you got here quite fast. Sorry for saying this even though you have just arrived, but I need you and your army to immediately depart.â
Excuse me, Minister Schindler? I just got here! Currently, Iâm trying really hard to make sure that my dissatisfaction isnât shown on my face. I wanted to blurt out a complaint but the Dukeâs frown toward me stopped the words in my throat. I ended up throwing a question instead.
âI think itâs not a stampede, but we are still not sure. The one thing weâre sure of is that weâre late in responding this time. weeks ago, the demons successfully attacked Perlea Village.â
It took me a bit of time to recall Perlea Village that the Duke is talking about. Itâs a village located in the upper part of Detmold Mountain Range. This village also didnât appear in the game.
âI think the Perlea Village was annihilated, but we wonât know for sure until the messenger from Valeritz arrives.â
After hearing the ministerâs words, I began to think about types of monsters that often appeared around the Detmold Mountain range in the game. If I didnât remember it wrong, the mountain range is where the Man-eating Lizard and mountain crocodiles often spawned, right?
âIt seems like the herd of demons went to Valeritz and after that, they went in the direction of Denghanâ
I see the chronology of Valeritzâs fall. But judging from the ministerâs words it seems like the demon just destroyed Valeritz and left, they didnât occupy it.
...Wait a minute. Denghan didnât appear in the game but Iâve heard that it was a village where pilgrims on their way to the Great Temple will take a rest, just like Alea Village. That means...
â...The enemyâs goal is Finnoi?â
The enemyâs goal is the Great Temple Finnoi. That means we are currently on the prelude of the event where Beliulace, one of the three Demon Generals attacked the Great Temple Finnoi where Laura is staying. The game only gave an explanation that the temple was suddenly attacked. I see this is how the entire event actually went down.
Letâs make sure Iâm right.
âIs Her Highness the Second Princess at the temple?â
âYes, she is currently staying in Finnoi.â
Yup. That confirms it. The center of this kingdomâs faith and the kingdomâs second princess is about to be attacked by the enemies that just destroyed Valeritz. No wonder the kingdomâs army is in a rush.
âI do not recall that there are any roads large enough for a large enemy to pass through near Denghan.â
âYes, youâre right.â
In the game, the road leading to the Great Temple is a vast grassland and about halfway through the grassland until the temple, itâs a forest. At most, thereâs a small road used by the pilgrims. Nothing close to the road usable by large armies existed there. As I continued to dig through my memory, the minister spoke again.
âThatâs why the army will be split and go through different routes to Valeritz. We will take care of the required supply. I want Count Zavertâs army to take a different route and head to Valeritz as fast as possible.â
âThat means we will meet up with the rest of the army once we arrive at Valeritz.â
âHmm... using another route means we will be taking a detour. I shall do as you say, then.â
Since the kingdom knights will take the main road to Valeritz, there wonât be enough space for the noble knights on the main road so the army will be divided, eh?
âThen, we of the Zeavert army will immediately depart to Valeritz using the westward route.â
Oooh... to think the Duke will be counting on me. I need to complete this mission perfectly then. I immediately returned to where the Zeavertâs army was stationed and shouted with a loud enough voice so everyone could hear.
âEveryone, listen up! Our enemyâs destination is Finnoi! We will now depart to Valeritz at full speed.â
I just need to stall the time until Mazell arrives to save Laura. Even with the kingdomâs knight destroyed in the game, Mazellâs party was able to save Laura, not to mention in the current situation where the kingdomâs knights are intact. It should be fine.
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Lucella handed over Giselleâs ring which was adorned with a golden mesh.
âWhatâs that supposed to be?â
âItâs a ring that allows you to understand dragon speech. Iâll try speaking with you using it from now on.â
âWhat...?â
Monica was confused, but did as told and put on the ring.
It was a little too loose for her finger. Looking at it, she started rotating her hand in puzzlement. While she was doing that...
âIâm worried... about you.â
âGh......!?â
Lucella said straightforwardly in Dragonian which she was still bad at.
Monica flinched back as if she was knocked away.
For human ears, the dragonâs words only sounded like a short and incomprehensible series of sounds. However, those sounds carried three-dimensional and profound meanings, and could convey everything including intent, fine nuances, and even the feelings of the speaker, without leaving anything behind.
As Kafal told Lazarus, this language wasnât suited for telling lies.
âI... just canât... leave you be.â
No matter how many annotations you added, Monicaâs circumstances were still undeniably tragic and cruel.
Having become involved with her by chance, Lucella felt pity and wanted to save her. What could possibly be wrong with that?
Even if Monica didnât believe it, there was no falsehood in Lucellaâs feelings. Thus, Lucella decided to convey those feelings. Using the dragonâs words which could convey even the speakerâs feelings.
She wanted to tell her that it was too soon to despair, that there were still people out there worried for her. Lucella, at least, was one such person.
âStop! Stop it!â
âAh!â
Suddenly, Monica spoke up in Dragonian. Naturally, this ring allowed one not only to understand but even speak the language.
Donât make me hopeful.
Iâll only get disappointed in the end.
Trusting would only bring me pain.
Thatâs not it. In truth, Iâm lonely.
Please make me believe you.
Will you be able to do that?
Donât touch me.
Donât go.
A torrent of meaning flowed out through her words of rejection. It crashed fiercely against Lucella, like dammed-up water bursting through and overflowing.
Monica reflexively covered her mouth with a beet red face, and then remembered about the ring she was wearing and hurriedly pulled it off her finger.
âHaah...haah...â
She gently brushed her flat chest. Lucella felt as though she could hear the intense rhythm echoing in her own ears.
After that, she glared at Lucella while trembling.
â...What did I just say?â
âUhh... if you translate it directly into human words, it was just âstop it!â but...... you ended up conveying everything about why you want me to stop...â
âWaah! Waaaaah!â
Monica started screaming while holding her head. It seemed that she only realized what she said after saying it.
âIâm, uhh, sorry... I only wanted to convey my own feelings... Itâs difficult to lie while speaking Dragonian. And there is a very profound meaning in small statements. If you try to hide something, it ends up sounding unnaturally hollow, so itâs easy to notice it.â
âHow...could you...shame me so...wh-...!!â
She was beet red as if boiling, and even tears started to form.
The words of the dragons werenât suited to hiding things... In addition, Monica wasnât used to speaking it, so she couldnât even choose what meaning to put in her words. She ended up conveying even the things she wanted to hide, putting all her emotions in the open. It felt awkward.
âGo back! Go back at once! Go!â
Lucella caught Giselleâs ring that was thrown her way. Monica then started throwing every cushion and plushie she could find in the room at her.
Lucella lightly jumped off the window frame and took shelter in the night.
It was a storm-like period of time.
As Lucella departed, the moon gradually ascended the night sky. In a room where magic lamps were extinguished, Monica lay on the bed, but was not asleep.
She was wide awake. She didnât feel like she could sleep. Amid the days that seemed painted in dull gray, today had been a day that shone brilliantly and vividly, almost blindingly so.
âA friend, huh?â
While sprawled on the bed, Monica picked up a nearby plushie and held it up in the air.
It was a bear plushie that someone had sent her five years ago, when she had turned nine. She didnât know who it was and how they managed to get it delivered to her, and it didnât come with any message card either.
But well, she could care less about who had sent it. She didnât even feel like thinking about it. And she didnât particularly like or hate this particular gift, so she had put it as part of the furniture in the room.
âHey. Do you think I could become friends if itâs with a dragon...?â
Monica asked the plushie. It naturally couldnât offer any answer.
A mysterious girl who was said to be the foster child of Mount Kuguseâs dragon. She had battled a monster and saved Monica without being asked to by anyone.
She thought that it was just a whimsical action of a strong person and didnât consider it to be anything special. She thought Lucella wouldnât have cared whether she lived or died.
She was surprised when she found out her identity later on, but that was it.
However, it was different now. Monica had seen her feelings. She alone wouldnât make her despair. Lucella didnât think of Monica as a special human. She merely got involved with her by chance. And yet, even someone like Lucella was genuinely concerned for her well-being.
âNo way I can believe it so easily. But... maybe itâll be alright if itâs her?â
She suddenly noticed that what she was doing was childish and threw the plushie at the wall to hide her embarrassment.
The fancy bear slammed against the wall with a dull sound, then slid down and hit the floor, ending up upside down. Monica decided to just sleep like that, but it bugged her too much so she went and put the plushie upright. | {
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One seventh of the Earth's population are totally cut off for some part of the year.
We cannot get medicine to them reliably, they cannot get critical supplies, and they cannot get their goods to market in order to create a sustainable income.
In sub-Saharan Africa, for instance, 85 percent of roads are unusable in the wet season.
Investments are being made, but at the current level, it's estimated it's going to take them 50 years to catch up.
In the U.S. alone, there's more than four million miles of roads, very expensive to build, very expensive to maintain infrastructure, with a huge ecological footprint, and yet, very often, congested.
So we saw this and we thought, can there be a better way?
Can we create a system using today's most advanced technologies that can allow this part of the world to leapfrog in the same way they've done with mobile telephones in the last 10 years?
Many of those nations have excellent telecommunications today without ever putting copper lines in the ground.
Could we do the same for transportation?
Imagine this scenario.
Imagine you are in a maternity ward in Mali, and have a newborn in need of urgent medication.
What would you do today?
Well, you would place a request via mobile phone, and someone would get the request immediately.
That's the part that works.
The medication may take days to arrive, though, because of bad roads.
That's the part that's broken.
We believe we can deliver it within hours with an electric autonomous flying vehicle such as this.
This can transport a small payload today, about two kilograms, over a short distance, about 10 kilometers, but it's part of a wider network that may cover the entire country, maybe even the entire continent.
It's an ultra-flexible, automated logistics network.
It's a network for a transportation of matter.
We call it Matternet.
We use three key technologies.
The first is electric autonomous flying vehicles.
The second is automated ground stations that the vehicles fly in and out of to swap batteries and fly farther, or pick up or deliver loads.
And the third is the operating system that manages the whole network.
Let's look at each one of those technologies in a bit more detail.
First of all, the UAVs.
Eventually, we're going to be using all sorts of vehicles for different payload capacities and different ranges.
Today, we're using small quads.
These are able to transport two kilograms over 10 kilometers in just about 15 minutes.
Compare this with trying to trespass a bad road in the developing world, or even being stuck in traffic in a developed world country.
These fly autonomously.
This is the key to the technology.
So they use GPS and other sensors on board to navigate between ground stations.
Every vehicle is equipped with an automatic payload and battery exchange mechanism, so these vehicles navigate to those ground stations, they dock, swap a battery automatically, and go out again.
The ground stations are located on safe locations on the ground.
They secure the most vulnerable part of the mission, which is the landing.
They are at known locations on the ground, so the paths between them are also known, which is very important from a reliability perspective from the whole network.
Apart from fulfilling the energy requirements of the vehicles, eventually they're going to be becoming commercial hubs where people can take out loads or put loads into the network.
The last component is the operating system that manages the whole network.
It monitors weather data from all the ground stations and optimizes the routes of the vehicles through the system to avoid adverse weather conditions, avoid other risk factors, and optimize the use of the resources throughout the network.
I want to show you what one of those flights looks like.
Here we are flying in Haiti last summer, where we've done our first field trials.
We're modeling here a medical delivery in a camp we set up after the 2010 earthquake.
People there love this.
And I want to show you what one of those vehicles looks like up close.
So this is a $3,000 vehicle.
Costs are coming down very rapidly.
We use this in all sorts of weather conditions, very hot and very cold climates, very strong winds. They're very sturdy vehicles.
Imagine if your life depended on this package, somewhere in Africa or in New York City, after Sandy.
The next big question is, what's the cost?
Well, it turns out that the cost to transport two kilograms over 10 kilometers with this vehicle is just 24 cents.
And it's counterintuitive, but the cost of energy expended for the flight is only two cents of a dollar today, and we're just at the beginning of this.
When we saw this, we felt that this is something that can have significant impact in the world.
So we said, okay, how much does it cost to set up a network somewhere in the world?
And we looked at setting up a network in Lesotho for transportation of HIV/AIDS samples.
The problem there is how do you take them from clinics where they're being collected to hospitals where they're being analyzed?
And we said, what if we wanted to cover an area spanning around 140 square kilometers?
That's roughly one and a half times the size of Manhattan.
Well it turns out that the cost to do that there would be less than a million dollars.
Compare this to normal infrastructure investments.
We think this can be -- this is the power of a new paradigm.
So here we are: a new idea about a network for transportation that is based on the ideas of the Internet.
It's decentralized, it's peer-to-peer, it's bidirectional, highly adaptable, with very low infrastructure investment, very low ecological footprint.
If it is a new paradigm, though, there must be other uses for it.
It can be used perhaps in other places in the world.
So let's look at the other end of the spectrum: our cities and megacities.
Half of the Earth's population lives in cities today.
Half a billion of us live in megacities.
We are living through an amazing urbanization trend.
China alone is adding a megacity the size of New York City every two years.
These are places that do have road infrastructure, but it's very inefficient.
Congestion is a huge problem.
So we think it makes sense in those places to set up a network of transportation that is a new layer that sits between the road and the Internet, initially for lightweight, urgent stuff, and over time, we would hope to develop this into a new mode of transportation that is truly a modern solution to a very old problem.
with a very small ecological footprint, operating in the background 24/7, just like the Internet. So when we started this a couple of years ago now, we've had a lot of people come up to us who said, "This is a very interesting but crazy idea, and certainly not something that you should engage with anytime soon."
And of course, we're talking about drones, right, a technology that's not only unpopular in the West fact of life for many living in poor countries, especially those engaged in conflict.
So why are we doing this?
Well, we chose to do this one not because it's easy, but because it can have amazing impact.
Imagine one billion people being connected to physical goods in the same way that mobile telecommunications connected them to information.
Imagine if the next big network we built in the world was a network for the transportation of matter.
In the developing world, we would hope to reach millions of people with better vaccines, reach them with better medication.
It would give us an unfair advantage against battling HIV/AIDS, tuberculosis and other epidemics.
Over time, we would hope it would become a new platform for economic transactions, lifting millions of people out of poverty.
In the developed world and the emerging world, we would hope it would become a new mode of transportation that could help make our cities more livable.
So for those that still believe that this is science fiction, I firmly say to you that it is not.
We do need to engage, though, in social fiction to make it happen.
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The fact that there werenât any disturbances shows that Duke Armandi didnât hear about this yet, I guess.
I saw the Rabbit groups relay station and noticed some of them but they were working hard.
I didnât wear my mask so I didnât call out to them.
The Capital Ruan is a fort town surrounded by a stunning wall.
Its height is completely different from the one at our Braham.
To get examined many people entered the side gate next to the entrance gate to enter Ruan.
I was led through the front gate as soon as I said that my name is Carlo.
âWell then, we arrived safelyâ
Lunos said those things but Nals seemed to feel dizzy.
He was able to ride a horse but because he said he wasnât that proficient I made him ride the carriage but it seemed to have shook considerably.
âWe were going pretty fast, is Fraudia alright?â
âYes, just this much is fine.â
Even though Fraudia who rode the same carriage was in high spirits Nals looked pretty bad.
Well, thereâs no helping that as heâs the type who battles with his head, right?
He looked quite feeble, too.
But because heâs thin and beautiful he should be popular within a certain group of girls.
I bet he will become the next victim of Reina and her friends sometime soon.
Please donât make me his partner if you do.
âThen shall we go to the royal palace? Fraudia, can I ask you to guide us?â
Though Carlo has been to the royal palace many times it would be the first for me.
Because I didnât write about the Capital in detail I donât really know the way despite this being the world I created.
It seemed like this was Dojiâs first time here as well, as he looked around in wonder.
The Townâs people also looked at Doji who was carrying a huge axe on his back in wonder.
However, as expected, the Capital is a big town.
All the buildings were made out of stone and looked excellent, even the roads were also paved with stone.
There are a lot of people, the businesses seemed to prosper as well.
Compared to Ruan Braham felt like a local town.
Though because itâs mostly made of stone the town looked grey.
I like Brahamâs wooden buildings better.
Though, this would be better in case of a big fire.
As one would think the people of the Capital walking on the streets were dressed fashionably.
Though it might be my imagination but the peopleâs eyes seemed cold when they looked towards us.
Is this what they would call discrimination of people from rural areas?
After we advanced for a while we saw some big gates.
This seemed to be the entrance to the royal palace.
Franz Kingdom is the country with the greatest power and longest history among the Yuroa countries.
According to that, the royal palace turned out to be a considerably excellent castle.
The big mansions in the vicinity of the moat are residences of nobles.
I wonder which of them belongs to Carlo.
Though I was a little interested I quickly went to the royal palace because time is of the essence.
I crossed the wooden drawbridge leading over the moat to enter the royal palace.
Before I entered I left White King at the entrance.
The entrance turned into a solemn hall with a high arch ceiling and the sun shone through the coloured glass.
I suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Nals looked around with great interest as well.
Should I ask him to use this as reference for Balhart castleâs design?
I donât need something as luxurious as this though.
âMargrave Carlo de Medici, you were able to safely arrive this place.â
At the time when we passed through the entrance hall, an elderly man with white hair greeted us.
This seemed to be the State Minister of Franz Kingdom called Walles.
He seemed like the type of man who could do anything in a calm manner.
âHis Highness Minister Walles, thank you for greeting us. I hastily came over to report something to His Majesty the King.â
I tried to speak as carefully as possible.
If I want to show my intentions to act as part of the royalists I canât provoke the Kingâs close aide.
âI heard about that. His Majesty waited for your arrival, Margrave Medici.â
I parted with Lunos, Nals and Doji and followed Walles together with Fraudia.
We climbed the grand staircase and after walking along the corridor of the second floor for a while we reached a luxurious door guarded by two sentries.
âHis Majesty the King is awaiting you inside.â
When I passed through the door the sentry opened I saw a grand hall.
The one sitting on the chair on a higher ground at the back of the hall was probably King Franz Johann III.
There was a man with an excellent build dressed in a military uniform standing next to the chair.
His black moustache was eye-catching and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to look into oneâs heart.
This is the famous General Dolus called âThe Kingdomâs Guardianâ and additionally holds the position of Military affairs, Minister.
He holds great bravery, excels in leadership and is absolutely loyal to the king, he is supposed to be the greatest obstacle for Carlo whoâll oppose the King and aims for the throne.
âMargrave Carlo de Medici, please step forward and report to his Majesty the King.â
I went through the vassals who stood in tow lines, kneeled before the King and greeted him.
I should have done it perfectly as I studied the etiquette when I left Braham.
Fraudia kneeled behind me.
âCarlo, huh? Long time no see. What do you have to report?â
That seemed to be the Kingâs, Johann III, voice.
I was a little surprised. I had an image of him being a normal, not to say mediocre monarch but his voice was hoarse and heavy.
In terms of age, heâs supposed to not yet have reached the age of 0 but he gave off a much older feeling.
âAround Braham, which I rule, frequent kidnappings aimed only at women started to happen recently.â
I raised my face and reported to the King.
The State Minister Walles whom Iâve met before stood next to the King.
Like I thought he enjoys the Kingâs trust.
âIf the required ransom money isnât paid they would murder the hostage but even if the money is paid the woman will be sold off never to be seen again. When I was investigating I found an unexpected person.â
âHoh, who might that person be?â
It seemed like I got the Kingâs attention.
OK, now comes the important part.
âYes. That person was Viscount Gerg.â
âThat Viscount would never do such things! That viscount cannot do something like that! Margrave Medici, do you intend to put the blame on Viscount Gerg?!â
As soon as I said that a sharp voice flew over from behind.
That guyâs surely a follower of Duke Armandi Rejum.
âItâs a fact that Viscount Gerg ordered the kidnappings, no doubt about that. I heard it from the person himself.â
âThat Gerg? Thatâs hard to believe so suddenly, but where is the person in question Gerg?â
âAfter I interrogated him and he confessed his own crimes he set fire to his mansion and killed himself.â
The vassals in the vicinity were upset and begun to murmur as soon as these words left my mouth.
After committing a crime a noble killed himself even if the Viscount wasnât of a higher rank.
Itâs only natural they would be upset.
âLies, Margrave Medici, youâre trying to put the blame for these crimes on Viscount Gerg after you killed him!â
Then I heard that guyâs voice from a little while ago.
I turned back to confirm his face this time.
He was a nervous-looking, thin noble in his late 30s giving off the same feeling as a mantis.
Thatâs the guy, check, when I thought that a low voice sounded from the plateau.
âDonât say such careless things, Earl McBell. Doubt will only cause unnecessary conflict.â
âKuu......â
General Dolus was the one who spoke.
That man called McBell fell silent at ones while looking vexed.
After that, General Dolus turned towards me.
âMargrave Medici, do you have clear evidence that Viscount Gerg committed these crimes?â
âYes. This girl is called Fraudia. She was kept hostage by Viscount Gerg and is also Her Imperial Highness Princess Charlotteâs personal maid.â
After I said that Fraudia raised her head and spoke to General Dolus, Minister Walles and the King
âIâm called Fraudia serving Her Imperial Highness the Princess. Itâ true that Margrave Medici helped me when I was held hostage by Viscount Gerg.â
After hearing Fraudiaâs words State Minister Walles spoke in a clear voice.
âI indeed heard about one of Her Imperial Highness the Princessâ maids gone missing after having returned home. I met this girl called Fraudia several times in this royal palace.â
âIt seems like the information is reliable. Letâs hear about the details in my private rooms, shall we? Carlo, go to my private rooms together with this girl. Walles, please call Charlotte.â
âââUnderstoodâââ
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Unfortunately, Letina sat a distance away. The girl sitting next to me kept glancing this way with sparkly eyes, to be honest, it was kinda annoying.
Feeling her gaze, Iâm sure I put on a bitchy resting face,but Iâd like for that to be overlooked.
Because I wanted to avoid locking eyes with her, I forced myself to face forward stone-faced.
There were seats for parents lined up along the sides of the auditorium, I noticed many of them were in use by aristocrats.
For my part, Iâd have liked for Finia to come along, but this time Cortina was sitting there, but she looked awkward to be sitting alongside the nobles, she seemed to be acting reserved.
Students are told to abandon their castes, but it seems their families didnât quite get the memo.
After a short while, the ceremony finally kicks off.
We got an explanation of the schedule before the teacher took the podium.
Then Maxwell the chairman came up to the stage and gave a long-winded speech, midway through I was starting to yawn as my eyes glazed over.
But the contents of his speech were clearly fishy.
â...and so, that being the case, Iâd like to ask you students to act without regards to social class, as befits students of this Magic Academy.â
But why is he trying to buy time right now? Has he finally gone senile?
I was dubious about it, and as I tilted my head in confusion, I noticed there was some racket coming from the auditoriumâs entrance.
âLook, if you donât hurry, the ceremonyâs going to end already.â
âIâm so sorry. Since Iâm unfamiliar with this technique, we encountered some delays getting it to work.â
All eyes in the auditorium collectively gathered at the ones causing all the noise at the entrance.
When the entrance opened, who should step in but Cortina, and following behind her were two others...
âOh. Youâre still at it!â
âNice, Maxwell.â
âMy sincerest apologies to keep you waiting like this, Maxwell.â
All three were voices I was familiar with.
Or rather, why are you here, Lyell and Maria!?
My parents and current guardian came rushing into the auditorium with heavy steps.
Lyell, Maria, and Cortina.
Three of the great heroes suddenly appeared and the auditorium started booming.
Maxwell and Cortina were already well known but suddenly Lyell and Maria popped in.
The only one missing from all this was Gadius.
âSo slow, the lot of you.â
âIâm sorry. Maria had some unexpected delays casting the spell.â
âOh my, werenât those delays because someone needed help putting on his armor?â
âItâs all my fault?â
Lyell certainly seemed to be wearing an unusual piece of armor.
It looked like the so-called scale armor, armor layered like scales. Whatâs more, the hue of those scales seems uncannily familiar.
Could it be made from the processed scales of the Evil Dragon Colchis?
âAh, there she is. Nicole! How have you been?â Maria waved at me, failing to read the current situation.
And with that, everyoneâs gaze converged on me.
âMa.. Mama? Why are you here?â
For now, Iâll just ask her that while they find a place to sit.
And then Maria replied with an unimaginable answer as she chuckled, âWell you see, I memorized Teleport.â
Hey wait, what the hell did you just say. I remember that being about the limit of my thought process at the time.
Teleport was an outrageous spell from the Interference Magic system. To put it simply, it interferes with the individualâs location data to allow them instantaneous movement from one location to another.
Sure, there are similar high-level spells in the Transfer Magic system, such as Portal and Gate, but Teleport is even more difficult to master.
In comparison to learning Polymorph, which Iâm currently aiming for, Teleport is even beyond that in difficulty, yet she learned it like it was nothing...
âNow I can come to visit you every day!â (Maria)
âOf course Iâll go back home, I canât just leave the village, but I can at least show up for a bit every evening.â (Maria)
âWell, not like I canât...â (Lyell)
âLyell, are you insinuating youâll stay at a bacheloretteâs house? Donât you dare start doing things thatâll cause weird rumors about me.â (Cortina)
âGulp.â (Lyell)
Cortina interrupted Lyellâs reckless statement.
You wouldnât want to make her an enemy. He and I both know the feeling very well.
âHahaha, taking a trip down memory lane with you guys made rambling for time worth it.â (Maxwell)
âOur apologies for taking up so much of your time.â (Maria)
âOh, thatâs quite right! My bad, my bad. Well, in conclusion, do your best in your studies. That is all!â
Despite dragging out his speech thus far, Maxwell finally ends the ceremony.
The students who were seriously paying attention up to now were left flabbergasted.
âAlright Lyell, since weâre both free after this, how about joining me for a drink?â (Maxwell)
âIâll pass, Iâll be busy with Nicole after this...â (Lyell)
âWhat the, how could you choose your daughter over your old mate!â (Maxwell)
âIsnât it obvious!?â (Lyell)
This old fart always got hyped at the appearance of his drinking buddies. Speaking of, I wasnât very strong in my past life either, so I couldnât keep up with him.
As a result, gramps always dragged off Lyell or Gadius with him.
At any rate, my parentsâ sudden appearance caused a great disturbance during the entrance ceremony.
To add to that, I feel like my notoriety has managed to spread even more now.
If this is how itâs going to be from the start, I canât help but feel anxious about my school life from now on. | {
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Hazare is a 77-year-old Indian anticorruption and social justice activist.
And in 2011, he was running a big campaign to address everyday corruption in India, a topic that Indian elites love to ignore.
So as part of this campaign, he was using all of the traditional tactics that a good Gandhian organizer would use.
So he was on a hunger strike, and Hazare realized through his hunger that actually maybe this time, in the 21st century, a hunger strike wouldn't be enough.
So he started playing around with mobile activism.
So the first thing he did is he said to people, "Okay, why don't you send me a text message if you support my campaign against corruption?"
and about 80,000 people do it.
Okay, that's pretty respectable.
But then he decides, "Let me tweak my tactics a little bit."
He says, "Why don't you leave me a missed call?"
Now, for those of you who have lived in the global South, you'll know that missed calls are a really critical part of global mobile culture.
I see people nodding.
People leave missed calls all the time: If you're running late for a meeting and you just want to let them know that you're on the way, you leave them a missed call.
If you're dating someone and you just want to say "I miss you" you leave them a missed call.
in some cultures, if you want to please your lover, you call them and hang up. So why do people leave missed calls?
Well, the reason of course is that they're trying to avoid charges associated with making calls and sending texts.
So when Hazare asked people to leave him a missed call, let's have a little guess how many people actually did this?
Thirty-five million.
So this is one of the largest coordinated actions in human history.
It's remarkable.
And this reflects the extraordinary strength of the emerging Indian middle class and the power that their mobile phones bring.
But he used that, Hazare ended up with this massive CSV file of mobile phone numbers, real people power on the ground to get hundreds of thousands of people out on the streets in Delhi to make a national point of everyday corruption in India.
It's a really striking story.
So this is me when I was 12 years old.
I hope you see the resemblance.
And I was also an activist, and I have been an activist all my life.
I had this really funny childhood where I traipsed around the world meeting world leaders and Noble prize winners, talking about Third World debt, as it was then called, and demilitarization.
I was a very, very serious child. And back then, in the early '90s, I had a very cutting-edge tech tool of my own: the fax.
And the fax was the tool of my activism.
And at that time, it was the best way to get a message to a lot of people all at once.
I'll give you one example of a fax campaign that I ran.
It was the eve of the Gulf War and I organized a global campaign to flood the hotel, the Intercontinental in Geneva, where James Baker and Tariq Aziz were meeting on the eve of the war, and I thought if I could flood them with faxes, we'll stop the war.
Well, unsurprisingly, that campaign was wholly unsuccessful.
There are lots of reasons for that, but there's no doubt that one sputtering fax machine in Geneva was a little bit of a bandwidth constraint in terms of the ability to get a message to lots of people.
And so, I went on to discover some better tools.
I cofounded Avaaz, which uses the Internet to mobilize people and now has almost 40 million members, and I now run Purpose, which is a home for these kinds of technology-powered movements.
So what's the moral of this story?
Is the moral of this story, you know what, the fax is kind of eclipsed by the mobile phone?
This is another story of tech-determinism?
Well, I would argue that there's actually more to it than that.
I'd argue that in the last 20 years, than just new tech.
I would argue that there has been a fundamental shift in the balance of power in the world.
You ask any activist how to understand the world, and they'll say, "Look at where the power is, who has it, how it's shifting."
And I think we all sense that something big is happening.
So Henry Timms and I â Henry's a fellow movement builder â got talking one day and we started to think, how can we make sense of this new world?
How can we describe it and give it a framework that makes it more useful?
Because we realized that many of the lessons that we were discovering in movements actually applied all over the world in many sectors of our society.
So I want to introduce you to this framework: Old power, meet new power.
And I want to talk to you about what new power is today.
New power is the deployment of mass participation and peer coordination â these are the two key elements â to create change and shift outcomes.
And we see new power all around us.
This is Beppe Grillo he was a populist Italian blogger who, with a minimal political apparatus and only some online tools, in recent Italian elections.
This is Airbnb, which in just a few years has radically disrupted the hotel industry without owning a single square foot of real estate.
This is Kickstarter, which we know has raised over a billion dollars from more than five million people.
Now, we're familiar with all of these models.
But what's striking is the commonalities, the structural features of these new models and how they differ from old power.
Let's look a little bit at this.
Old power is held like a currency.
New power works like a current.
Old power is held by a few.
New power isn't held by a few, it's made by many.
Old power is all about download, and new power uploads.
And you see a whole set of characteristics that you can trace, whether it's in media or politics or education.
So we've talked a little bit about what new power is.
Let's, for a second, talk about what new power isn't.
New power is not your Facebook page.
I assure you that having a social media strategy can enable you to do just as much download as you used to do when you had the radio.
Just ask Syrian dictator Bashar al-Assad, I assure you that his Facebook page has not embraced the power of participation.
New power is not inherently positive.
In fact, this isn't an normative argument that we're making, there are many good things about new power, but it can produce bad outcomes.
More participation, more peer coordination, sometimes distorts outcomes and there are some things, like things, for example, in the medical profession that we want new power to get nowhere near.
And thirdly, new power is not the inevitable victor.
In fact, unsurprisingly, as many of these new power models get to scale, what you see is this massive pushback from the forces of old power.
Just look at this really interesting epic struggle going on right now between Edward Snowden and the NSA.
You'll note that only one of the two people on this slide is currently in exile.
And so, it's not at all clear that new power will be the inevitable victor.
That said, keep one thing in mind: We're at the beginning of a very steep curve.
So you think about some of these new power models, right?
These were just like someone's garage idea a few years ago, and now they're disrupting entire industries.
And so, what's interesting about new power, is the way it feeds on itself.
Once you have an experience of new power, you tend to expect and want more of it.
So let's say you've used a peer-to-peer lending platform then you've figured out that you don't need the bank, and who wants the bank, right?
And so, that experience tends to embolden you it tends to make you want more participation across more aspects of your life.
And what this gives rise to is a set of values.
We talked about the models that new power has engendered â the Airbnbs, the Kickstarters.
What about the values?
And this is an early sketch at what new power values look like.
New power values prize transparency above all else.
It's almost a religious belief in transparency, a belief that if you shine a light on something, And remember that in the 20th century, this was not at all true.
People thought that gentlemen should sit behind closed doors and make comfortable agreements.
New power values of informal, networked governance.
New power folks would never have invented the U.N. today, for better or worse. New power values participation, and new power is all about do-it-yourself.
In fact, what's interesting about new power is that it eschews some of the professionalization and specialization that was all the rage in the 20th century.
new power values and these new power models is what they mean for organizations.
So we've spent a bit of time thinking, how can we plot organizations on a two-by-two where, essentially, we look at new power values and new power models and see where different people sit?
We started with a U.S. analysis, and let me show you some interesting findings.
So the first is Apple.
In this framework, we actually described Apple as an old power company.
That's because the ideology, the governing ideology of Apple product designer in Cupertino.
It's absolutely about that beautiful, perfect thing descending upon us in perfection.
And it does not value, as a company, transparency.
In fact, it's very secretive.
Now, Apple is one of the most succesful companies in the world.
So this shows that you can still pursue a successful old power strategy.
But one can argue that there's real vulnerabilites in that model.
I think another interesting comparison is that of the Obama campaign versus the Obama presidency.
Now, I like President Obama, but he ran with new power at his back, right?
And he said to people, we are the ones we've been waiting for.
And he used crowdfunding to power a campaign.
But when he got into office, he governed like more or less all the other presidents did.
And this is a really interesting trend, is when new power gets powerful, what happens?
So this is a framework you should look at and think about where your own organization sits on it.
And think about where it should be in five or 10 years.
So what do you do if you're old power?
Well, if you're there thinking, in old power, this won't happen to us.
Then just look at the Wikipedia entry for EncyclopÊdia Britannica.
Let me tell you, it's a very sad read.
But if you are old power, the most important thing you can do is to occupy yourself before others occupy you, before you are occupied.
Imagine that a group of your biggest skeptics are camped in the heart of your organization asking the toughest questions and they can see everything inside of your organization.
And ask them, would they like what they see and should our model change?
What about if you're new power?
Is new power kind of just riding the wave to glory?
I would argue no.
I would argue that there are some very real challenges to new power in this nascent phase.
Let's stick with the Occupy Wall Street example for a moment.
Occupy was this incredible example of new power, the purest example of new power.
And yet, it failed to consolidate.
So the energy that it created was great for the meme phase, but they were so committed to participation, that they never got anything done.
And in fact that model means that the challenge for new power is: how do you use institutional power without being institutionalized?
One the other end of the spectra is Uber.
Uber is an amazing, highly scalable new power model.
That network is getting denser and denser by the day.
But what's really interesting about Uber is it hasn't really adopted new power values.
This is a real quote from the Uber CEO recently: He says, "Once we get rid of the dude in the car" â he means drivers â "Uber will be cheaper."
Now, new power models live and die by the strength of their networks.
By whether the drivers and the consumers who use the service actually believe in it.
Because they're not an exercise of top-down perfectionism, they are about the network.
And so, the challenge, and this is why it's in no way surprising, is that Uber's drivers are now unionizing.
It's extraordinary.
Uber's drivers are turning on Uber.
And the challenge for Uber â this isn't an easy situation for them â is that they are locked into a broader superstrcuture They've raised more than a billion dollars in the capital markets.
Those markets expect a financial return, and they way you get a financial return is by squeezing and squeezing your users and your drivers for more and more value and giving that value to your investors.
So the big question about the future of new power, in my view, is: Will that old power just emerge?
So will new power elites just become old power and squeeze?
Or will that new power base bite back?
Will the next big Uber be co-owned by Uber drivers?
And I think this going to be a very interesting structural question.
Finally, think about new power being more than just an entity that scales things that make us have slightly better consumer experiences.
My call to action for new power is to not be an island.
We have major structural problems in the world today that could benefit enormously from the kinds of mass participation and peer coordination that these new power players know so well how to generate.
And we badly need them to turn their energies and their power to big, what economists might call public goods problems, that are often beyond markets where investors can easily be found.
And I think if we can do that, we might be able to fundamentally change not only human beings' sense of their own agency and power â because I think that's the most wonderful thing about new power, is that people feel more powerful â but we might also be able to change the way we relate to each other and the way we relate to authority and institutions.
And to me, that's absolutely worth trying for.
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The idea, the dream, was really for a sort of Bauhaus sort of school where new ideas were interrogated and investigated, the creation of a new visual language based on the African creative heritage.
We offer a two-year diploma to talented students who have successfully completed their high school education.
And typography's a very important part of the curriculum and we encourage our students to look inward for influence.
Here's a poster designed by one of the students under the theme "Education is a right."
Some logos designed by my students.
Africa has had a long tradition of writing, but this is not such a well-known fact, and I wrote the book "Afrikan Alphabets" to address that.
The different types of writing in Africa, first was proto-writing, as illustrated by Nsibidi, which is the writing system of a secret society of the Ejagham people in southern Nigeria.
So it's a special-interest writing system.
The Akan of people of Ghana and [Cote d'Ivoire] developed Adinkra symbols some 400 years ago, and these are proverbs, historical sayings, objects, animals, plants, and my favorite Adinkra system is the first one at the top on the left.
It's called Sankofa.
It means, "Return and get it." Learn from the past.
This pictograph by the Jokwe people of Angola tells the story of the creation of the world.
At the top is God, at the bottom is man, mankind, and on the left is the sun, on the right is the moon.
All the paths lead to and from God.
These secret societies of the Yoruba, Kongo and Palo religions in Nigeria, Congo and Angola respectively, developed this intricate writing system in Cuba, Brazil and Trinidad and Haiti.
In the rainforests of the Democratic Republic of Congo, in the Ituri society, the men pound out a cloth out of a special tree, and the women, who are also the praise singers, paint interweaving patterns that are the same in structure as the polyphonic structures that they use in their singing -- a sort of a musical score, if you may.
In South Africa, Ndebele women use these symbols and other geometric patterns to paint their homes in bright colors, and the Zulu women use the symbols in the beads that they weave into bracelets and necklaces.
Ethiopia has had the longest tradition of writing, with the Ethiopic script that was developed in the fourth century A.D.
and is used to write Amharic, which is spoken by over 24 million people.
King Ibrahim Njoya of the Bamum Kingdom of Cameroon developed ShÌ-mom at the age of 25.
ShÌ-mom is a writing system.
It's a syllabary. It's not exactly an alphabet.
And here we see three stages of development that it went through in 30 years.
The Vai people of Liberia had a long tradition of literacy before their first contact with Europeans in the 1800s.
It's a syllabary and reads from left to right.
Next door, in Sierra Leone, the Mende also developed a syllabary, but theirs reads from right to left.
Africa has had a long tradition of design, a well-defined design sensibility, but the problem in Africa has been that, especially today, designers in Africa struggle with all forms of design because they are more apt to look outward for influence and inspiration.
The creative spirit in Africa, the creative tradition, is as potent as it has always been, if only designers could look within.
This Ethiopic cross illustrates what Dr. Ron Eglash has established: that Africa has a lot to contribute to computing and mathematics through their intuitive grasp of fractals.
Africans of antiquity created civilization, and their monuments, which still stand today, are a true testimony of their greatness.
Most probably, one of humanity's greatest achievements and that has been attributed to Mesopotamia with their invention of cuneiform in 1600 BC, followed by hieroglyphics in Egypt, and that story has been cast in stone as historical fact.
That is, until 1998, when one Yale professor John Coleman Darnell discovered these inscriptions in the Thebes desert on the limestone cliffs in western Egypt, and these have been dated at between 1800 and 1900 B.C., centuries before Mesopotamia. Called Wadi el-Hol because of the place that they were discovered, these inscriptions -- research is still going on, a few of them have been deciphered, but there is consensus among scholars
that this is really humanity's first alphabet.
Over here, you see a paleographic chart that shows what has been deciphered so far, starting with the letter A, "Älep," at the top, and "bêt," in the middle, and so forth.
It is time that students of design in Africa read the works of titans like Cheikh Anta Diop, Senegal's Cheikh Anta Diop, whose seminal work on Egypt is vindicated by this discovery.
The last word goes to the great Jamaican leader Marcus Mosiah Garvey and the Akan people of Ghana with their Adinkra symbol Sankofa, which encourages us to go to the past so as to inform our present and build on a future for us and our children.
It is also time that designers in Africa stop looking outside.
They've been looking outward for a long time, yet what they were looking for has been right there within grasp, right within them.
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A high-speed carriage chartered through the Adventurerâs Guild was on standby there, with Lucella and Kafal already boarded.
âThings are so busy. You just finished things and now youâre already going back to Mount Kuguse, huh?â
âWell, Iâm glad we managed to finish our business before the time limit.â
Lucella answered Tim and Viola, who came to see them off, through the window.
Leaving the three who were going to attend the banquet, Lucella and Kafal were returning to Mount Kuguse ahead of time.
If they were to leave the capital now, they would spend the night at a rest stop along the way and be able to return to Kugutfulm by tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow was the deadline for the âtrialâ designated by Shurei.
âAbout that dragonâs trial. Is there nothing we can do to help you?â
âThanks for the thought, but it wouldnât be a trial if you did.â
âTrue... Iâll wish you good luck at least.â
âLeave it to me.â
The two were worried after seeing those dragons up close.
Lucella tapped on her flat chest to reassure them.
âWell... nothing would change no matter what we do.â
âYeah. Good luck, Lucella. Meanwhile, weâll go and fill our bellies with delicious palace cuisine.â
Wein said jokingly.
It may seem easy at first glance, but they had to deal with people so it wouldnât end with just a meal. That was also part of their work.
Once they wished each other luck, the carriage sped toward the north.
The high-speed carriage, designed with comfort in mind, barely rocked on well-maintained roads.
It was a comfortable journey at a speed close to that of a fast horse.
Inside the carriage, Lucella was teaching Kafal the rules of âLord of the Tiles,â a game played on a board. This game, which involved using many pieces to wage war, tested oneâs mental processing abilities. While Lucella herself wasnât an expert, she was astonished when Kafal, who had just learned the rules, began putting up a good fight by the third match.
It was a critical moment, where they were either about to checkmate or be checkmated.
The scenery outside the carriage was tinged with the colors of the sunset. Just as Lucella was about to consider turning on the magical lights inside the carriage, a card she was holding suddenly ignited in a blue flame.
It was a magic item for distant communication known as a caller. It was quite popular as a communication method among adventurers. The spell was inscribed on a paper infused with magic catalysts.
They were created as a set of two, and it was possible to communicate between the linked pairs. It was also a disposable item that burned up in ten-odd minutes.
The caller Lucella had was given to her by Ivar and was paired with his own.
Tracing the designated shape on its surface, Lucella activated the charm.
âMr. Ivar, whatâs the matter?â
âThe golem has been identified! The b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲s̲ carefully erased the characteristics when making it, but the graselm circuits that survived the burning were identified after the analysis! Itâs almost certainly a Maltgartz military model, and one that has been rolled out within three months. Itâs extremely unlikely that it was looted or obtained through illegal channels. Most likely, Julian brought it in!â
âWhat?!â
Ivar started speaking in a loud voice right away, making it clear that he was at his witâs end.
âHey, do you know the versatility of golems as soldiers?â
âLike the fact that they donât fear death and theyâll never disobey you...?â
âThat too, but thatâs not all. You know how you canât put living things into storage magic items, right?â
When Lucella realized what he was getting at, all the hair on her body stood up.
âFor example, if you enchanted your suitcase with storage magic and just said it contained the clothes of the marquis and brought that over, they probably wonât check the contents during the inspection.â
âA golem that large wouldnât fit in any normal storage, though...â
âBut they can just demolish it into parts and patch it back together after bringing it over. Itâs a golem, after all.â
In other words, golems were a military power that an individual could secretly carry in. It was easier to hide compared to bringing in humans.
Even if an average citizen would have their luggage checked down to a single needle they had on them, Julianâs social position allowed him to dodge it conveniently.
âOf course, thereâs a limit to what you can bring. For example, if you tried to bring in enough golems to bring down the royal capital, it would end up being a clearly suspicious number of baggage, and they canât even prepare that many of them.â
âThen... What could they aim for with the number of golems they can possibly bring in...â
âPlaces with important people.â
âPlaces with weak defenses.â
âTargets who must not be compromised under any circumstances.â
âThis is the worst possible timing.â
The silence followed.
Within the confines of the passenger compartment in the high-speed carriage, the soft murmur of wheels connecting with the earth, the muted clatter of horse hooves, and the gentle groaning of the carriage were barely audible.
However, at this moment, those sounds seemed unusually loud and grating.
Lucellaâs memory brought her back to the inspection theyâd faced at the entrance of the castle gate before their admission to the royal palace.
The purpose of this thorough examination was to ensure that no magical artifacts were being smuggled in. However...
Usually, any magic items carried would raise suspicion, but it was customary for persons of influence to bear them as shields against curses and other threats.
Although these artifacts might be subjected to a magical power check, their specific effects would remain undetected, thus opening a loophole for deception.
âIn other words, you could just do it in the form of a box or a bag. You could even camouflage it as a cloak or a scarf. Now that I think back on it, that b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲ wore a really bulky scarf.â
Everything made sense, and all the facts agreed with it.
Piece after piece started to fit into its place, gradually revealing a puzzle that must not be completed.
âThe royal palace security is strict... but it has its limits! If they started investigating even the buttholes of every person who enters it they wouldnât be able to finish it until nightfall. As such, they would normally ignore the âalmostâ impossible cases.â
âA VIP normally wouldnât try to become an assassin himself and expose their life to danger. Moreover, you normally wouldnât cause a definitive breakdown in politics.â
âItâs impolite to suspect guests of honor, so they wouldnât delve too deeply into it, since it goes both ways.â
One normally wouldnât do it. Normally, that is.
There may not be absolute laws in the relationships between the kingdoms, but there were still agreements and unwritten rules that emerged through diplomacy.
If it were a free-for-all where âanything goesâ between nations, it would quickly escalate into a never-ending cycle of warfare until one side is completely annihilated. To prevent this, people establish rules.
This was not necessarily for the sake of morality or goodness, but ultimately to gain benefits.
Letâs assume that Julian was preparing some kind of conspiracy.
If he were to storm into the royal palace and unleash the golems, the question would be how meaningful the resulting battle would be.
It could perhaps be meaningful if he managed to seize Setulev by doing it, but killing a few nobles would hardly bring the kingdom into ruin.
In fact, such actions would likely provoke the public opinion of other kingdoms that were observing the Gufare front, pushing them towards a more hostile stance and potentially generating criticism or reasons for intervention. In other words, the potential losses would outweigh the gains. Moreover, Julian himself would most likely be slain on the spot.
But Lucella remembered the transient, dangerous, elusive, and empty impression she got when she met Julian in the palace.
That man didnât seem to have things to protect or lose.
And... what was more frightening was that... what if this madness was something personal that even Maltgartz was unaware of?
There would be no possible breaks in such a situation.
â...Things are bad, huh?â
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Lucella made her stiffened hands into fists.
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With the waning moonlight, the eastern sky began to lit up. Hajime, Yue, and Shia, these three people completed their travel preparations, and soon they would leave the âWater Fairy Inn.â In their hands were packaged riceballs that could be eaten as they move. Even though it was still early in the morning, no one wore unpleasant faces as Foss prepared their breakfast. It was just as expected of a high-class inn. Its management was admired even by Hajime and his party, as they thanked him without reserve once they received the breakfast.
Within the morning mist, Hajime and his party faced towards Ulâs northern gate. There was a highway that stretched from this place to the northern mountain range area. It would take at least a full day by horse, but they would arrive in three to four hours using the magic-driven two-wheeler.
It was the fifth day since they had lost contact with Will Kudeta and his party, who had gone to investigate northern mountain range area. Survival was hopeless. Hajime also thought Will and his partyâs odds of survival were low, but there was still a chance. Ilwaâs image of Hajime would climb to a pinnacle if he brought him back alive, which was why he began searching as soon as possible. Fortunately, the weather was good. An ideal day to search for someone.
With sounds of activity beginning to resound inside the buildings, they advanced towards the northern gate, and could finally see the gate. He narrowed his eyes because he could sense signs of people near the northern gate. They didnât move or anything, but only hung around the gate.
What he saw through the morning mist... ... were Aiko and the six students.
â... ... Although I can guess what you want, let me hear it anyway... ... What are you doing?â
Hajime and his party looked at Aiko and the students with half-opened eyes. For a moment, Aiko twitched from the pressure in the atmosphere, but she still faced Hajime with a firm attitude. After having a discussion, the students; Sonobe Yuka, Sugawara Taeko, Miyazaki Nana, Tamai Atsushi, Aikawa Noboru, and Kawahara Akira, drew near Aiko.
âWe are also going. Youâre searching for missing people, right? Itâs better to have more people.â
âNo. I am okay with you going. But, I refuse to go together.â
âWh-Why?â
âSimply because our pace is different. I donât want to match your slow speed.â
If one were to look closely, they would notice that there were several horses readied behind Aiko and the others. For a moment they thought, âWas it because he cannot ride horses?â, as they doubted Hajime. Since it was trivial, he just let it go through their heads. No matter whether he could ride it or not, its speed couldnât compare to the magic-driven two-wheeler, after all. However, the virtual leader of Ai-chanâs royal guard who loved her; Sonobe Yuka, snapped at Hajimeâs objection. Apparently, she had forgotten her debt and intimidation from Hajime yesterday because of the strength of her love towards Ai-chan.
âWait, how could you say that? Even if Nagumo doesnât think well of us, thereâs no need to involve Ai-chan sensei.â
Because of the incredibly irrelevant objection, Hajime let out, âHaa?â, with an amazed expression. Hajime thought itâd be a hassle to explain, so he silently took out the magic-driven two-wheeler from âTreasure Boxâ.
Suddenly, a big bike appeared from the void, Aiko and the students could only let out stupefied looks.
âDo you understand now? Yesterday I said that I absolutely donât care about whatever you guys want to do. Thatâs why thereâs no need to snarl at me. Itâs just like I said before, our speed is different.â
The magic-driven two-wheelerâs profound form, and maybe because it was an existence that didnât belong in this different world, made Aiko and the onlooking students speechless. There, the bike-lover in the class; Aikawa asked Hajime while somewhat excited.
âD-Did Nagumo make this just like the gun from yesterday?â
âSomething like that. We are going now, so move aside.â
Hajime answered him perfunctorily as he was about to embark, but Aiko kept standing still. Aiko wanted to tag along with Hajime and his party no matter what it took. She had two reasons. One was to search for the truth about what Hajime said last night. Aiko couldnât just overlook the words, âA classmate was trying to kill himâ, so she wanted find out if it was the truth or just Hajimeâs misunderstanding. If it was the truth she wanted to know what Hajime was going to do. She wanted to hear more details from Hajime for the sake of avoiding any accidents that might happen in the future. Once the search ended, she didnât know when sheâd be able to meet Hajime and his party again, so she mustnât miss this chance.
The other reason was, because Shimizu Yukitoshi was currently still missing. Although they had tried to find any scrap of information without leaving even a stone unturned, there were no sightings of him in any of the nearby towns and villages. However, because there was no one living in the northern mountain range area in the first place, she remembered there was no information gathered there. Even if it was on his own accord or by accident, she naturally never thought heâd enter the northern mountain range area. But with the thought heâd left on his own, she thought of searching for Shimizuâs trail while Hajime and his party looked for the missing people.
By the way, it was partly a coincidence that Sonobe and the other students were here. Aiko had wanted to go to the gate earlier than Hajime, in order to ambush him, so she tried to leave the inn before dawn, only to be seen by Sonobe Yuka who was going to the toilet. Because Aiko equipped herself with travelling gear and tried to leave at such an unreasonable time, Sonobe Yuka of Ai-chanâs bodyguards questioned her without letting her tell a lie. As the result, because they couldnât just leave Ai-chan to the changed Hajime. Sonobe woke up all of the students and tried to join the search mission. It should be noted that they had left a letter to the Knights, telling them to watch the house, since it seemed like they would only strike up more trouble if they went with Hajime and his party. Though it wasnât known how theyâd react...
Aiko drew near Hajime and whispered her decision to him. Hajime moved his face close to Aikoâs because he didnât want the contents and only the contents to be heard by others, but when he looked carefully he noticed she used thick makeup to conceal dark shadows. Surely, she was hardly able to sleep having heard Hajimeâs story.
âNagumo-kun, because sensei is a teacher, itâs necessary to hear the details from Nagumo-kun. Thatâs why, I wonât let you go until you tell me everything, Iâll chase you if you try to run away. For Nagumo-kun, wonât that be troublesome? I donât care if you tell me while we are travelling or when we are searching, so will you spare some time? If you do that, then itâll be as Nagumo-kun said, itâll be good bye after this town... ... for the time being.â
Hajime could see the light of determination in Aikoâs eyes, and he slightly regretted his last words from last night resulted in this failure. He understood Aikoâs ability to take action (Although sheâs often idle). If he tried to deceive her or run away, sheâd likely use the Guard Knights to search for him.
He averted his gaze from Aiko and looked up at the sky, which was becoming more and more bright. Without throwing away the possibility of Willâs survival, he regretted time had passed while they argued. Hajime let out a deep sigh. He admitted that heâd just reaped what heâd sown, and faced Aiko again.
âOkay. Iâll let you go with us. Even though I say that, I donât have time to speak with you...â
âI donât care. I only want to hear it from Nagumo-kunâs mouth.â
âHaa, geez, sensei wonât give up at all. Whatever and wherever, always a teacher, huh.â
âOf course!â
Aiko, âMunh!â, stuck out her chest with a joyful look when Hajime gave up. Because it seemed the negotiations had gone well, the students showed relieved looks.
â... ... Hajime, are you going to bring them?â
âAa, this person is a âteacherâ even here. She will not compromise anything regarding her students. If I just leave her, itâll absolutely become troublesome in the future.â
âHo~, she is a good teacher who thinks of her students~â
Because Hajime had given up, Yue and Shia were surprised and asked him. Following that, having heard Hajimeâs words accompanied with a bitter smile, the eyes with which they looked at Aiko, had changed slightly. They were filled with some respect. Even Hajime thought Aikoâs attitude as their âteacherâ, which couldnât be shaken at all was not a bad thing. For example, she didnât find any value in categorizing the classmates and students, so he thought of her as an adult who should be respected.
âBut, this bike can only hold three people, right? What should we do?â
What Sonobe pointed out was the truth. It was out of the question in regards to time, to match the horsesâ speed, and it was impossible to leave Yue or Shia behind to bring Aiko instead. Reluctantly, Hajime put the magic-driven two-wheeler into âTreasure Boxâ, and pulled out the magic-driven four-wheeler in its stead.
Pinpon, Hajime made it vanish and at the same time a big object appeared, probably because they knew heâd used an artifact, Aiko and the students were not surprised at all. Having seen the current Hajime, who on Earth could imagine he was once called âincompetent.â Sonobe and the students received the message âThose who are unable to get on will be in the carrierâ, looked at Hajime who quickly got on the driverâs seat with complicated expressions.
They moved forward on the road expanding straight into the northern mountain range area using the hummer-like magic-driven four-wheeler. Even though the highway was a bad road, thanks to the suspension and ground transmutation feature it shared with the two-wheeler, most of the impact was nulled. Naturally, the male students, aboard the hard metal luggage carrier attached to the back didnât seem to be in discomfort.
By the way, although there was the âTreasure Boxâ, the reason he specifically installed the carrier was because it was a set with the gatling thatâd be used while driving, it was his aspiration. A small commitment from Hajime.
For the seating inside the vehicle, Hajime naturally sat in the driverâs seat, while Aiko sat at his side and Yue was next to her. Aiko sat beside Hajime for the sake of hearing his story. Although Aiko seemed to not have told it to the other students, she wanted to hear about it sooner.
Originally, the seat next to Hajime belonged to Yue, but Yue already knew the contents of the story Hajime would tell, so reluctantly, she gave her seat to Aiko. But, Aiko and Yue were small, so there was still a considerable amount of space in the seat.
In contrast, Shia who was seated in the back seat looked slightly cramped. Shia aside, Sonobe and Sugawara had voluptous bodies, so they took up a lot of space. The slender Miyazaki looked so uncomfortable.
But, the one who felt the most uncomfortable was Shia. She had been placed between Sonobe and Sugawara for a while now, and they interrogated her about her relationship with Hajime. Love between different races in another world was something female high schoolers wouldnât miss hearing. They were so curious that they repeatedly asked Shia, and the flustered Shia tried her best to answer their questions.
On the other side, Hajime and Aikoâs conversation also reached its climax.
Having heard the situation in detail about that time from Hajime, while she knew the possibility of magic being fired intentionally was high, Aiko was still unable to believe it and was troubled by it. When he heard her, Hajime only snorted as his reply.
For now, he already guessed it was someone like Hiyama, and although Hajimeâs guess was closest to the right answer, he only said this was one of the possibilities. After all, Aiko wouldnât be able to arrive at such a conclusion, and even if the culprit could be specified, how could she restore the mind of someone who attempted murder? How could one compensate for that? She was troubled, with those thoughts on her mind.
She groaned because she was troubled by this, but due to the soft seat and vibrating vehicle inviting her to sleep Aiko started off on her journey to the world of dreams before she was aware of it, zuruzuru, her body slipped until she fell onto Hajimeâs lap.
Normally, heâd send her flying because itâs a hindrance, but because he felt it awkward to act rude toward Aiko, he hesitated over what to do, then he decided to leave her as is. After all, Hajimeâs information was the main cause of Aikoâs sleep deprivation. So if itâs just this, he felt that it couldnât be helped, as he displayed unusual generosity.
â... ... Hajime is gentle to Aiko.â
â... ... Well, it is someone Iâm indebted to, so something like this is okay.â
âYue?â
â... ...â
âYue-san, please donât ignore me.â
â... ... Next, I will also use the lap pillow.â
Even though Aiko was still lap pillowed, Hajime and Yue were able to enter a world of their own. In the back seat, the female high schoolers watched them while going âkya kya,â followed by a sulking rabbit-eared girl. From now on, they were entering a dangerous zone where unknown accidents might occur but no one thought about it as they made such a noise.
The northern mountain range area.
Several mountains extended with altitudes ranging from to meters. Plants and trees were somehow able to grow there. It was a mysterious place with a scattered environment. The colour would make one remember the mountains of Japan in autumn, and the other area was filled with trees with fresh green leaves, just like in mid-summer, but there were also places with withered trees in contrast.
Moreover, even if one could see past the mountain range, another mountain range stretched out beyond it. There were more and more of them to the north. Currently four such mountain ranges were confirmed, and beyond that was a completely unknown area. As to how far it went, a certain adventurer aimed to cross the fifth mountain range, however, demonic beasts got stronger and stronger with every passing mountain range, and in the end, there was no sign of success.
Incidentally, the highest mountain was the âGod Mountainâ. Currently, the place Hajime and the others had first arrived in when they came into this world was 1,600 kilometers east of the God Mountain. The vivid colors of red and yellow of the fresh leaves on the trees made them easy on the eyes. If a knowledgeable person were to look carefully, he would find spices and edible plants in the area. They were what enriched Ul town, a truly bountiful mountain.
Hajime and the others stopped the four-wheeler at the foot of the mountain, and were charmed by the artistic display of natureâs magnificent colors for a while. One of the girls let out a âHo~â. Some time ago, Aiko was apologizing while blushing, after making the blunder of sleeping in a studentâs lap. But having seen the fresh scenery, she succeeded in placing the âblack historyâ into the far recesses of her mind.
Hajime also wanted to slowly appreciate this, so he put the four-wheeler back into the âTreasure Boxâ, and pulled out certain things in its stead.
Those were, imitation models of birds which spanned 30 cm each, and a ring with a small crystal embedded on it. Each of the models had a gray crystal buried in a part of their heads.
Hajime put on the ring, took out four identical models, and slowly threw them into the air. With that, one would assume theyâd fall due to gravity. However, these fake birds were floating in place. Aiko and the students let out an âAhâ.
The four mechanical birds began to turn around on their spots and flew towards the mountain.
âUmm, those are....â
Having seen the model birds flying away without any sound, Aiko represented the other students and inquired something of him.
Hajime answered her with âUnmanned Reconnaissance Planesâ, and just like the vehicles and gun, they were items that were out of place in this different world..
In the first place, thereâs a limit to the processing performance of a humanâs brain, using four simultaneously was the limit, allowing them to move around in the sky. Itâs a complete mystery as to how Miledi was able to operate 50 Golems at once.
Tentatively, His brainâs processing performance had been boosted when he awakened theâLight Speedâ, if he only had to control one plane, he could do precise movements. Moreover, when he uses âLight Speedâ, he could make seven planes do precise movements within a certain time limit.
This time, he took out the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes because being able to search from the air is useful, since the scope of search was too vast. Having watched the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes fly far away, Aiko and the students tried to stop being surprised by Hajimeâs actions, however, it was a vow that might never be fulfilled.
Hajime and the others advanced into the mountain using the same path used by the adventurers. The sighting information of demonic beasts were just slightly beyond the other side of mountain path. Itâs in the vicinity of the sixth and seventh mountain. Because of that, Willâs party of adventurers should be investigating around those parts. Having thought of this, they quickly advanced through the mountain path at a high pace, after Hajime released the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes in that area.
Hajime and the others reached the sixth mountain in almost an hour, and stopped. The reason was because it was necessary to search for any traces around the area...
âHaa haa, i-is it a break... ... kehoh, haa haa.â
âZeeâ zeeâ Are you okay... ... Ai-chan sensei, zeeâ zeeââ
âUeppu, is it okay to rest now? Haa haa, itâs okay, right? Iâll take a break now, kay?â
âGeho geho, Nagumo-kun and his party are monsters....â
Aiko and her students had less physical strength than what he had expected, so it was necessary to take a break. Naturally, Aiko and her studentsâ statuses were originally several times higher than the average people of this world, so they didnât get exhausted until they climbed the sixth mountain. Itâs just that the movement speed of Hajime and his party was just too fast, thatâs why they climbed the mountain using all their might, and when they noticed it, their physical strength was exhausted and their legs became wobbly.
Aiko and her students desperately gasped for breath on all fours, and Hajime glanced at them with a somewhat troubled look. In any case, he had decided it was necessary to search the surroundings, as they went to the nearby river to let them rest. He was able to determine the location because of the information from the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes. After stating the location to Aiko and her students, who were still breathing roughly, he and his party advanced towards the river. The probability of Willâs party having rested there was also high.
With Yue and Shia in the lead, they strayed from the mountain path and onto the mountain. Rustle, rustle. The sound of fallen leaves was enjoyable as they continued to walk between the trees, and before long they could hear the sound of a river. It was a sound pleasing to the ears. Shiaâs ears swayed happily.
Finally Hajime and his party reached the river. It was at a bigger scale compared to a small river. Shia, who held the highest search ability, observed the surroundings while Hajime once again used the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes to search for any presences, and there was no sign of demonic beasts nearby. They relaxed for now. Hajime and the others were sitting on the rock in the riverbank, then they talked about their search plans. Yue took off her shoes and put her feet into the river after saying âJust a littleâ. It was her selfishness to enjoy the moment. Hajime overlooked it because Aiko and her students still hadnât caught up to them. Heâs a man who spoiled Yue. Shia also took this chance.
Having thought of a possibility, they moved upstream along the riverbank. Hajime moved the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes upstream while he looked at Yue, pasha pasha, playing with the river water with her bare feet. Although Shia was also barefooted, she only put them in the water. The feeling of the river flowing seemed to tickle her.
Aiko and her students, who finally regained their breaths, arrived. They stayed in place as they stared at Hajime and his party. However, the three male students shouted âIs this Heaven?â, with sparkling eyes as they saw the barefooted Yue and Shia, while the female students returned to look at them with cold eyes. It made the male students shudder. When they noticed the gazes from Tamai and the others, Yue and Shia got out of the river.
Aiko and her students were diligently replenishing their moisture in the riverbank. Because of the displeasing gazes from Tamai and the male students a while ago, Yue and Shia returned slight glares, and the male students trembled as they averted their gazes. Having seen such a spectacle, Aiko and the female students looked at Hajime with warm eyes. Especially Sonobe and the female students. Since they had heard various things from Shia, they wore very annoying expressions.
âFufu, Nagumo-kun truly treasures Yue-san and Shia-san.â
Aiko said such things while smiling. Hajime wanted to say something, but stopped and just shrugged his shoulders when he saw the depressed Sonobe and the other male students. Yue was the one who took action in his stead. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she suddenly sat on Hajimeâs lap.
She was so pleased that she entrusted all of her weight to Hajime. It could also be called her proof of trust. Seeing that, Shia, who looked lonely, embraced Hajime from behind. Aikoâs cheeks immediately blushed because a pink-colored space was generated. Sonobe and the female students were shouting, âKyaâ kyaââ, in excitement. Tamai and the male students ground their teeth.
Hajime being Hajime, without shaking the two off, just averted his gaze. He seemed to be slightly embarrassed. However, Hajimeâs expression suddenly sharpened in the next moment.
âNn... ... did you find something?â
Having heard Hajimeâs muttering while he was looking far into the distance, Yue asked him. Because of his appearance, Aiko and the others blinked their eyes wondering what happened.
âOn the riverâs upstream... ... is that a shield? Also, there are bags... ... it looks like theyâre still new. It might be a hit. Yue, Shia, letâs go.â
âYes!â
Hajime and his party harmoniously stood up and began to prepare for departure. Aiko and the students actually still wanted to rest, and although they knew they were overdoing it, they couldnât just stand still once they saw that Hajime had found some clues. They laborously raised their still exhausted waists and once again desperately tried to follow Hajime and his party, who were advancing upstream with blistering speed.
At the location Hajime and his party arrived at, just as he confirmed with the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes, small round shields made of metal and bags were scattered around. However, there were dents on the round shields, and the bags were torn up in the middle with their strings pulled out.
Hajime and his party carefully examined their surroundings. Then they found some nearby trees with their barks peeled off of them They were roughly at the two meters of height. It was apparent that the bark was in such state because something had scratched it off, and at that height, it clearly wasnât the work of humans. Hajime instructed Shia to use her search ability to the fullest, while also using his own perception skill as they approached the barkless trees.
Advancing ahead, they found signs of combat one after another. There were trees and branches that were broken in half. There were also plants that had been trampled, and furthermore, there were fragments of blades and blood scattered around. Everytime they found such traces, the expressions on Aiko and the studentsâ faces stiffened. For a while, they chased after the signs of combat, and Shia suddenly found something shining.
âHajime-san, this, isnât this a pendant?â
âNn? Aa... ... itâs probably something they left behind. Let me confirm it.â
After he washed off the dirt from the pendant he had received from Shia, he noticed it was not just a pendant but also a locket. He removed the clasp and saw what was inside, it was a womanâs photograph. Perhaps, she was someoneâs lover or wife. Even though it was not a significant clue, it was not an old one but a recent one... ... it could belong to someone from the adventurersâ party. Thatâs why itâd be kept for now.
Afterwards, they found more articles of the deceased or so they called them, but they only collected items that would allow one to identify their owners. Having searched around for a while, eventually day turned into night, and the time for them to set up camp was approaching.
Even now, there were no signs of life aside from the wild animals. Although they were cautious because of how Will and his party encountered and were attacked by demonic beasts, there were no sign of demonic beasts in their immediate surroundings. Their current location was between the eighth and ninth mountain. From what was said about crossing the mountains, usually, they would encounter one or two demonic beasts, so Hajime and the others could feel the eeriness of this situation.
After a while, the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes once again found a location with abnormalities. There were leftovers of great destruction 300 meters to the east. Hajime urged everyone to rush to that location.
There was a big river. A small waterfall could be seen upstream, and the volume of water was immense, with a violent current. Originally, it was likely to flow straight towards the foot of the mountain, but currently, there was a large and small river branching along the way. It was as though it was gouged by a laser or something, from the flank.
The reason they had such impressions was because the gouged part was a straight line, while the surrounding trees and ground were scorched. Furthermore, as if they had received a big impact, a lot of trees were partly broken and thrown tens of meters to the side. On the riverside, there were big footprints measuring more than 30 centimeters.
âIt seems the real combat happened here... ... These footprints were of large bipedal demonic beasts... ... Surely, there were demonic beast called Brutal beyond the second mountain after this. But, the way the ground was gouged....â
What Hajime described as Brutals were something similar to the Orcs and Ogres in RPG. Although they didnât have high intelligence, they took action as group. Because they had a weaker version of the peculiar magic; âVajraâ, called âStrong Wall,â they were recognized as quite powerful enemies. They usually descend into the second mountain of the mountain range, but these demonic beasts never came into towns. In addition, they didnât have any attacks that could make such river tributaries.
Hajime thought of the Brutal as he observed the footprints, he hesitated whether to go upstream or downstream. Although Willâs party had likely to escaped upstream, he thought it would be hard for them to run upstream after such combat. He doubted that they would physically and mentally run further from town.
Hajime decided to direct the Unmanned Reconnaissance Planes upstream while they head downstream. Even though the Brutalsâ footprints were on the riverside, the possibility of Will and his party jumping into the river was high. If so, he thought theyâd likely be swept away because of physical exhaustion.
The others also agreed with Hajimeâs speculations, and descended towards downstream on the riverside.
Afterwards, they encountered a much more splendid waterfall compared to the one from before. Hajime and the others nimbly descended from the cliff on the side of the waterfall and landed on the vicinity of the basin. The refreshing wind peculiar to a waterfall healed their minds and bodies which were exhausted from a day of searching. Then, Hajime felt a reaction from his âSign Perception.â
â ! This is....â
â... ... Hajime?â
Yue immediately reacted and asked him. For a while, Hajime concentrated while closing his eyes. Following that, while slowly opening his eyes, he let out a surprised voice.
âOi oi, seriously. The Sign Perception picked up something. From the feeling, I can say itâs a human. The location is... ... in the interior of waterfallâs basin.â
âYou mean there are survivors!â
Hajime nodded towards Shiaâs words of confirmation. He answered, âOnly one personâ, when Yue asked for the number of people. Aiko and her students were also surprised. It was something natural. Although the odds of survival were not zero, they actually didnât expect any at all. It was the fifth day since Willâs party had gone missing. It was a miracle for even one of them to remain alive.
âYue, please.â
While watching the waterfall basin, Hajime called Yue. Yue was able to guess Hajimeâs intentions from just those few words, and she shook her right hand as the magicâs trigger.
ââWave Castle,â âWind Wallâ.â
Then, the water in the waterfall and its basin began to split in two just like the Red Sea in Mosesâ legend. Moreover, the scattered water was perfectly brushed off by the wall of wind. It was the result of water magic making a high-pressure wall of water called âWave Castle,â and wind magic called âWind Wall.â
Without chanting, magic of two different attributes were activated at the same time. Having seen how they were used, Aiko and her students, although they didnât remember how many times they had done it, dropped their jaws in astonishment. Surely, the Hebrew people also displayed such expressions.
Because her magic power was not infinite, Hajime urged Aiko and the others on, as he led them into the interior of the waterfall basinâs cave. The cave they entered immediately curved upward, and they arrived at quite a large cavity. Water and light poured down from the ceiling, and the fallen water flowed into the water pool below. The reason it didnât overflow was surely because they continued flowing inside.
They discovered a man lying down in the innermost part of the cave. When they arrived at the manâs side, they confirmed that he was a young man, around 20 years of age. Although he looked like a noble, he currently looked pale and displayed the complexion of a dead person. However, there was no large injury, and because there was food remaining inside his bag, he was simply sleeping. His bad complexion was surely related to how he was the only one here.
Having seen the anxious Aiko, and because Hajime wanted to immediately identify the young manâs identity, he used his artificial arm, while restraining his power to the limit, to flick the sleeping young manâs forehead.
BACHIKONh!!
âGuwah!!â
He screamed as he woke up, the young man writhed while covering his forehead with both hands. Aiko and her students shuddered because of the powerful and merciless forehead flick. Hajime ignored Aiko and the students, and approached the young man with teary eyes to ask his name.
âYou, are you Will Kudeta? The third son of Count Kudeta.â
âAh, eh, you are, just how on earth did you guys get here...â
Because the young man only blinked as he couldnât grasp the situation, Hajime once again made a stance to flick his forehead and slowly aimed at it.
âAnswer my question. Iâll increase the power by 20 percent every time you say something other than the answer.â
âEh, eh!?â
âYou, are you Will Kudeta?â
âUmm, uwah, yes! Thatâs right! I am Will Kudeta! Yes!â
For a moment, when the young man hesitated in answering, Hajimeâs eyes gave off a dangerous light, and he immediately thrust out his left hand. The panicked young man immediately announced his name. Apparently, he was truly the person in question. He seemed to have miraculously survived.
âI see. I am Hajime. Nagumo Hajime. I have come here on the request of the head of Fhurenâs branch guild, Ilwa Chang. (For my convenience) Itâs good that youâre alive.â
âIlwa-san!? Is that so. Once again... ... I am indebted to that person... ...Umm, I am thankful to you. You must be a remarkable person to receive a request directly from Ilwa-san.â
Will voiced gratitude with respectful eyes. It seemed he didnât mind the forehead flick with unbelievable power from a little while ago. If so, he might be an unexpectedly good person. A great difference than a pig from somewhere. After that, having introduced everyone, they heard the story of what happened to Will.
This was the summary.
Five days ago, Willâs party came to the vicinity of the upper part of fifth mountain using the mountain path just like Hajime and the others. Suddenly, they encountered ten Brutals. As expected, they couldnât win against the number of Brutals they encountered, so Willâs party tried to withdraw. But, the number of attacking Brutals kept increasing, and they were by the river of the sixth mountain when they noticed it. Then, the Brutals encircled them, so for the sake of escaping from the encirclement. Two people; trifling and unimportant soldiers, were sacrificed After that, when they arrived at a big river, despair appeared.
It appeared to be a jet-black Dragon. As soon as Willâs party came along the river bank, the Black Dragon let out breath, and Will was blown off into the river by the attack. From what he saw while being swept away, one person vanished because of the breath, while the other two were attacked from both sides, by Brutals from the back and the Dragon from the front.
Will fell into the basin of the waterfall after he was swept away as is, he went into the cave he had found by chance, and he seemed to have been hiding here ever since.
Somehow, it sort of resembled what may or may not have happened to a certain someone.
Will, as he told them that, was feeling proud of it, and then suddenly started to sob. It was not something unreasonable, the senior adventurers taught him the know-how for adventurers and took care of him even though one of them wore a displeased face. Without confirming their safety, the pathetic him was only able to tremble in fear and wait for help to come, the him who felt relieved because his rescue came while his companions were dead, various feelings continuously emerged and his tears overflowed.
(I am the worst. Wuu, although everyone is dead, I didnât do anything. Hikk, for me to be the sole survivor... Also, sniff... to feel relieved... Iâ!)
Willâs wails echoed inside the cave. No one could say anything to him. Toward the Will who blamed himself with tears flowing down his face, they didnât know which words would be good for him. The students looked at Will with sorrowful expressions, while Aiko gently patted Willâs back. Yue was expressionless as usual, while Shia looked troubled.
But, at the moment Will found himself at a loss for words, an unexpected person moved. It was Hajime. Hajime, approached Will and gripped Willâs collar. He used his inhuman strength to hang him mid-air. Following that, towards the Will who was in pain because he couldnât breathe, Hajime spoke with an unexpectedly permeating voice.
âWhat is wrong with wanting to live? What is wrong with being glad because youâre alive? That wish and feeling are something natural and inevitable. Even more so because youâre a human.â
âB-but... ... I was....â
âEven so, if youâre worried about those who died... ... then continue to live. From now on keep living as you struggle, and struggle as if youâre going to die. If you do that, someday... ... there might come a day when you understand the reason why you survived today.â
â... ... Keep living.â
Even while crying, Will repeated Hajimeâs words in blank surprise. Hajime violently threw Will down, he tsukkomiâed himself with, âWhat have I done,â his words just now, more than half of them were directed towards himself. Willâs situation was a little similar to his, and for him to belittle his own life was like saying, âItâs wrong for you to survive,â towards Hajime, so he was inadvertently angered.
Of course it was just his persecution complex. More than half of it was said on an outburst of anger, so it wasnât different from a childâs tantrum. Even though he had seen through various things, Hajime was still a 17 year old boy, and there was still more for him to learn. Hajime knew he had fallen into slight self-loathing. Having seen such a Hajime, Yue came to his side and grasped Hajimeâs hand tightly.
â... ... Itâs okay, Hajime isnât wrong.â
â... ... Live to your best. Keep living on. Together with me, right?â
â... ... Haha, ah of course. Iâll keep on living no matter what might happen... ... so, donât leave me alone.â
They left Will who was still talking to himself, then Hajime and Yue created a world with just the two of them. He couldnât match Yue, and Hajime gently stroked Yueâs cheek, while Yue was also being spoiled and let his hand stroke her cheek. Not understanding what happened to cause such a development, Aiko and her students could only blink, while Shia watched Hajime and Yue with half-opened eyes.
The chaotic situation continued for a while (thanks to Hajimeâs recklessness), and somehow everyone managed to regain their senses. The party then decided to immediately descend the mountain. There was still more than an hour before sunset, so if they hurried, they would likely reach the foot of the mountain by the time the sun set.
Although they were concerned about the Brutals and the jet-black Dragon, those were outside Hajime and his partyâs mission. It was unthinkable to continue the investigation while having to protect those with low combat potential. Will also understood that he would just be a hindrance, so he understood that they must withdraw. Although the students insisted on continuing the investigation because of their slight sense of justice that came from the troubled townspeople, Aiko stubbornly refused to investigate because of the great danger the Black Dragon and Brutals posed. In the end, they descended the mountain.
However, nothing proceeds smoothly. Once again, they were passionately welcomed when the party got out of the waterfall basin with Yueâs magic.
âGUuRURURURU.â
Letting out a low groan, with its whole body covered in jet-black scales, its golden eyes glared at them in mid-air while fluttering its wings... ... it was the âDragon.â | {
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As for this, we had decided in advance.
I would start on the rocky mountain, same as before.
And I positioned Garbow right at the bottom.
Satomi was in front of him, a short distance away, and Necoco was even farther out.
This formation seemed like the best way to keep Charin away.
It meant that I was being relied on, so the responsibility was great.
However, I was strangely calm.
âHoho. This formation makes your intentions very clear! Are you sure you want to do it like this?â
âWeâre fine!â
Necoco replied.
Charin nodded and then started the countdown.
The seconds passed by quickly.
âBattle Start! Now, letâs see how long your new party can last! I wonât be holding back!â
Hmm. Charin had fought many parties at this point.
And so it was clear to her that we lacked experience.
âSince there are of you, I will wear all of my armor!â
Charin equipped her boots, robe, and helm.
This was the full Collect Zodiac set.
And her weapons were the dual blades. They seemed to be her basic weapon.
As Charin approached, Necoco dashed forward and then vanished.
Invisible Cat Walk was a charge attack that allowed her to become invisible as long as she was running at top speed.
She was good at using this to get close to an enemy and slashing their neck with her sharp claws before they noticed her.
Satomi also disappeared at nearly the same time.
He was using a charge attack called Unmoving Invisible Stance, which not only made him invisible, but erased his hitboxes when he stayed still. His fighting style involved using his Monsters Link skill to control his Unison, Gochu.
While Monsters Link was activated, Satomiâs status overwrote Gochusâs, meaning the fire magic he was unleashing now was very powerful.
While I was happy to have them with me, as they were both invisible, it did make me feel a little lonely on the field...
I could only see Garbow and Gochu, so it looked like I was the Unison trainer.
However, I did know that they were there and fighting!
And so I would continue to shoot my arrows!
âYour coordination isnât bad. People always tend to focus on what they can see. By erasing the advance and middle guard, the remaining rear guard attracts the most attention. But itâs not as if the advance and middle guard are not there. This way of creating confusing situations would be very effective in PvP... However!â
Charin hopped forward and then stepped hard into the dirt with both feet.
In the next instant, the ground started to ripple...! Just like water!
Was this a charge attack from the boots...!?
âIâve dealt with all those attacks when you fought solo! While you may be coordinated, you are all continuing to use the same tactics! You cannot beat me like that!â
As the ground rippled, their charge attacks were deactivated.
Necoco could not run at full speed when the ground was moving, and since Satomi was moved by the ground, he could not remain invisible.
As the two stood there, stunned, Charin began her attack.
âExplosive Sky Tear!â
I was targeting her hand.
Because her body was covered in armor and so the damage would be reduced.
Not only would her bare hand take damage, but she wonât be able to hold the weapon for a short while, so it was two birds with one stone!
âI can read your movements!â
Charin blocked the arrow with her dual blades.
However, I too knew she was going to do that.
She would probably use the Collect Sword effect to send it right back to me.
In the meantime, Necoco and Satomi recovered.
I had bought them some time, and if she used the effect of Collect Sword, then that meant the advance guard didnât have to worry about being countered.
I would also be able to use an Arrow Storm fused charge attack without it being returned, but considering Necoco and Satomiâs position, I would have to be careful so that I didnât hit them.
Perhaps the best way would be to do what I did last time, and make it rain arrows where I knew she would land after jumping towards me...
I moved while constantly thinking ahead.
In order to avoid the Explosive Sky Tear that would come back, I lay down on top of the mountain and prepared my next...
âCome, Axe!â
Charin defied my prediction and put away her dual blades.
And then she brought out an axe and held it like a baseball batter.
The axe blade was enveloped in golden light and grew larger...
She was going to swing at Necoco and Satomi with it!
âSpider Shooter Cloud! Web Cloud Arrow!â
I changed my weapon and unleashed the skill.
In that stance, she would not be able to avoid the sticky net!
However, the heat that was emitted from the axeâs blade burned up the net.
In that case...
âOld man! Donât forget our promise!â
Necoco shouted as she shook on the rippling ground.
It wasnât to assure me, but more of a warning.
She probably had a plan then.
In that case, I just had to do my job!
But her expression did not change at all when being hit, and the arrows barely made a scratch.
However, there was probably a different reason for this.
They didnât want Charin, who was a pretty girl character, to be covered in blood and wounds...
So the attacks were likely more effective than it seemed.
I just had to keep shooting...!
The giant blade of light mowed down everything around her.
It was such a fast and sharp swing, that the light could still be seen, which made it look like a ring of light was around her.
Of course, Necoco and Satomi were within range of it.
But...I couldnât see them.
âUghhh...!â
Charin fell to her knees.
Five slashes appeared on her neck. Like she had been scratched by claws...
âI wanted to hide this. At least, during a fight where there was a large audience... But I had no choice.â
Necoco reappeared...looking very different.
She had two tails, and her arms and legs were much more catlike. And her eyes were lined with red.
She looked like...some kind of yokai!
âYokai Transform: Nekomata... It changes your race from human to Nekomata!â
So this was Necocoâs trump card...!
She went from being a cat girl to a cat monster...
âSince Charin killed us so quickly last time, we didnât show our full power. Well, not that I think it would have been enough to win on our own. So it worked out in the end.â
Satomi was alive as well!
He appeared after the ring of light faded. He was talking while bent backwards, as if doing the limbo dance.
Had he dodged the attack like that?
Being able to instinctively dodge a swing by bending your body. It was like something from a movie...
âThis is my secret move, Auto-Battle Mode, which allows me to fight without thinking, for the ultimate relaxation. I can talk, but my body is not my own now. I wonder what will happen next?â
Auto battle existed in a lot of games. But it was a skill in NSO!?
That was very unusual indeed...
But definitely interesting...!
I didnât know much about either skills, but it was their trump cards, so they must be very powerful.
However, being powerful always meant big demerits...
And so I held back my excitement and calmed myself.
The fight had only just begun. | {
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So I went to a party.
I sat down next to a stout, middle-aged man with owl glasses and a bow tie, and he turned out to be a Fulbright scholar, there in China specifically to study Sino-Soviet relations. What a gift it was to the eager, young foreign correspondent that I was then.
I'd pump him for information, I'm mentally scribbling notes for the stories I plan to write.
I talk to him for hours.
Only months later, I discover who he really was.
He was the China representative for the American Soybean Association.
"I don't understand. Soybeans?
You told me you were a Fulbright scholar."
"Well, how long would you have talked to me if I told you we're in soybeans?"
I said, "You jerk."
Only jerk wasn't the word I used.
I said, "You could've gotten me fired."
And he said, "Let's get married."
"Travel the world and have lots of kids."
So we did.
And what an alive man Terence Bryan Foley turned out to be.
He was a Chinese scholar who later, in his 60s, got a Ph.D. in Chinese history.
He spoke six languages, he played 15 musical instruments, he was a licensed pilot, he had once been a San Francisco cable car operator, dairy cattle, Dixieland jazz, film noir, and we did travel the country, and the world, and we did have a lot of kids.
We followed my job, and it seemed like there was nothing that we couldn't do.
So when we found the cancer, that without saying a word to each other, we believed that, if we were smart enough and strong enough and brave enough, and we worked hard enough, we could keep him from dying ever.
And for years, it seemed like we were succeeding.
The surgeon emerged from the surgery.
What'd he say? He said what surgeons always say: "We got it all."
Then there was a setback when the pathologists looked at the kidney cancer closely.
It turned out to be a rare, exceedingly aggressive type, with a diagnosis that was almost universally fatal in several weeks at most.
And yet, he did not die.
Mysteriously, he lived on.
He coached Little League for our son.
He built a playhouse for our daughter.
And meanwhile, I'm burying myself in the Internet looking for specialists.
I'm looking for a cure.
So a year goes by before the cancer, as cancers do, reappears, and with it comes another death sentence, this time nine months.
So we try another treatment, aggressive, nasty.
It makes him so sick, he has to quit it, yet still he lives on.
Then another year goes by.
Two years go by.
More specialists.
We take the kids to Italy.
We take the kids to Australia.
And then more years pass, and the cancer begins to grow.
This time, there's new treatments on the horizon.
They're exotic. They're experimental.
They're going to attack the cancer in new ways.
So he enters a clinical trial, and it works.
The cancer begins to shrink, and for the third time, we've dodged death.
So now I ask you, how do I feel when the time finally comes and there's another dark night, sometime between midnight and 2 a.m.? This time it's on the intensive care ward when a twentysomething resident that I've never met before tells me that Terence is dying, perhaps tonight.
So what do I say when he says, "What do you want me to do?"
There's another drug out there.
It's newer. It's more powerful.
He started it just two weeks ago.
Perhaps there's still hope ahead.
So what do I say?
I say, "Keep him alive if you can."
And Terence died six days later.
So we fought, we struggled, we triumphed.
It was an exhilarating fight, and I'd repeat the fight today without a moment's hesitation.
We fought together, we lived together.
It turned what could have been seven of the grimmest years of our life into seven of the most glorious.
It was also an expensive fight.
It was the kind of fight and the kind of choices that everyone here agrees pump up the cost of end-of-life care, and of healthcare for all of us.
we pushed the fight right over the edge, and I never got the chance to say to him what I say to him now almost every day: "Hey, buddy, it was a hell of a ride."
We never got the chance to say goodbye.
We never thought it was the end.
We always had hope.
So what do we make of all of this?
Being a journalist, after Terence died, I wrote a book, "The Cost Of Hope."
I wrote it because I wanted to know why I did what I did, why he did what he did, why everyone around us did what they did.
And what did I discover?
Well, one of the things I discovered is that experts think that one answer to the advance directive, to help families get past the seemingly irrational choices.
Yet I had that piece of paper.
We both did.
And they were readily available.
I had them right at hand.
Both of them said the same thing: Do nothing if there is no further hope.
I knew Terence's wishes as clearly and as surely as I knew my own.
Yet we never got to no further hope.
Even with that clear-cut paper in our hands, we just kept redefining hope.
I believed I could keep him from dying, and I'd be embarrassed to say that if I hadn't seen so many people and have talked to so many people who have felt exactly the same way.
Right up until days before his death, I felt strongly and powerfully, and, you might say, irrationally, that I could keep him from dying ever.
Now, what do the experts call this?
They say it's denial.
It's a strong word, isn't it?
Yet I will tell you that denial isn't even close to a strong enough word to describe what those of us facing the death of our loved ones go through.
And I hear the medical professionals say, "Well, we'd like to do such-and-such, but the family's in denial.
The family won't listen to reason.
They're in denial.
How can they insist on this treatment at the end?
It's so clear, yet they're in denial."
Now, I think this maybe isn't a very useful way of thinking.
It's not just families either.
The medical professionals too, you out there, you're in denial too.
You want to help. You want to fix.
You want to do.
You've succeeded in everything you've done, and having a patient die, well, that must feel like failure.
I saw it firsthand.
Just days before Terence died, his oncologist said, "Tell Terence that better days are just ahead."
Days before he died.
Yet Ira Byock, the director of palliative medicine at Dartmouth said, "You know, the best doctor in the world has never succeeded in making anyone immortal."
So what the experts call "denial," I call "hope," and I'd like to borrow a phrase from my friends in software design.
You just redefine denial and hope, and it becomes a feature of being human.
It's not a bug.
It's a feature.
So we need to think more constructively about this very common, very profound and very powerful human emotion.
It's part of the human condition, and yet our system and our thinking isn't built to accommodate it.
So Terence told me a story on that long-ago night, and I believed it.
Maybe I wanted to believe it.
And during Terence's illness, I, we, we wanted to believe the story of our fight together too.
Giving up the fight -- for that's how it felt, it felt like giving up -- meant giving up not only his life but also our story, our story of us as fighters, the story of us as invincible, and for the doctors, the story of themselves So what do we need?
Maybe we don't need a new piece of paper.
Maybe we need a new story, not a story about giving up the fight or of hopelessness, but rather a story of victory and triumph, of a valiant battle and, eventually, a graceful retreat, a story that acknowledges that not even the greatest general defeats every foe, that no doctor has ever succeeded in making anyone immortal, and that no wife, no matter how hard she tried, has ever stopped even the bravest,
wittiest and most maddeningly lovable husband from dying when it was his time to go.
People did mention hospice, but I wouldn't listen.
Hospice was for people who were dying, and Terence wasn't dying.
As a result, he spent just four days in hospice, which I'm sure, as you all know, is a pretty typical outcome, and we never said goodbye because we were unprepared for the end.
We have a noble path to curing the disease, patients and doctors alike, but there doesn't seem to be a noble path to dying.
Dying is seen as failing, and we had a heroic narrative for fighting together, but we didn't have a heroic narrative for letting go.
So maybe we need a narrative for acknowledging the end, and for saying goodbye, and maybe our new story will be about a hero's fight, and a hero's goodbye.
Terence loved poetry, and the Greek poet Constantine Cavafy is one of my favorite poets.
So I'll give you a couple lines from him.
This is a poem about Mark Antony.
You know Mark Antony, the conquering hero, Cleopatra's guy?
Actually, one of Cleopatra's guys.
And he's been a pretty good general.
He's won all the fights, he's eluded all the people that are out to get him, and yet this time, finally, he's come to the city of Alexandria and realized he's lost.
The people are leaving. They're playing instruments.
They're singing.
And suddenly he knows he's been defeated.
And he suddenly knows he's been deserted by the gods, and it's time to let go.
And the poet tells him what to do.
He tells him how to say a noble goodbye, a goodbye that's fit for a hero.
"As if long-prepared, as if courageous, as it becomes you who were worthy of such a city, approach the window with a firm step, and with emotion, but not with the entreaties or the complaints of a coward, as a last enjoyment, listen to the sounds, the exquisite instruments of the musical troops, and bid her farewell, the Alexandria you are losing."
That's a goodbye for a man who was larger than life, a goodbye for a man for whom anything, well, almost anything, was possible, a goodbye for a man who kept hope alive.
And isn't that what we're missing?
How can we learn that people's decisions about their loved ones are often based strongly, powerfully, many times irrationally, on the slimmest of hopes?
The overwhelming presence of hope isn't denial.
It's part of our DNA as humans, and maybe it's time our healthcare system -- doctors, patients, insurance companies, us, started accounting for the power of that hope.
Hope isn't a bug.
It's a feature.
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In Lean Forest, Mizuki and Pumpkin had arrived at a structure roughly two daysâ walk from Samsara Egg Village after summer had begun.
This structure was erected more than years ago, according to information acquired by Crave and his team in the spring. It may have been some type of academic or research establishment. The excessive concentration of magic power prevented the examination of all but a few structures, however, most of the buildings had previously been examined.
âItâs certainly tough for an adventurer, let alone a normal human being...â
âI mean, itâs a fine line between you and me if weâre not careful.â
Mizuki and Pumpkin moved in the direction of a structure that had not yet been explored by Crave and the research team... where the density of the magic power was significantly high.
At first glance, the building resembled a dome, but there was no vegetation surrounding itânot even a weedâand there was occasionally a popping sound on the bare ground.
The weeds around the dome were probably too dense with magic power and withered by severe Magic Intoxication, and the pebbles were causing [Overburst], so the sound of something bursting could be heard from time to time.
Due to the high concentration of magic power in their bodies and their familiarity with magic manipulation, Pumpkin and Mizuki were able to sustain themselves, but they would need to be extremely vigilant when the density was this high.
Too much medicine was no better than poison; the same was true with magic power.
âWell, itâs in sight now.â
âIt looks even worse inside the building...â
Here, with the entrance to the dome-shaped building surfacing in their range of vision, was the center of this high-magic power concentration zone.
âHowâs your vision?â
âThe sensitivity is turned down a lot, but itâs still hard. Give me a minute.â
Originally, e would have preferred to enter the dome straight away, but the Spalpkin raceâs ability to perceive magic power as light presented a challenge in this situation. The inside of the dome still gleamed so brilliantly that its interior was blanketed in white, even though he had reduced the sensitivity to a degree he was conscious of.
âUgh...â
âDonât be so reckless...â
Pumpkin ensured a bare minimum of visibility by spreading his own magic power around to sweep away any nearby magic power that was not under control.
âUghhhh... how about this!â
âOh!â
In return for a somewhat narrower range of vision, Pumpkin deliberately loosened a portion of the barrier to allow the exchange and convection of his magic power with the adjacent magic power. But should carelessness were to be indulged, the surrounding magic power density would certainly erode instantaneously due to its excessive thickness.
With this, it was no exaggeration to say that his magic power was practically unlimited as long as he was in this high-magic power zone.
The source of this enormous magic power was obscure, therefore it was questionable if it was truly boundless.
Furthermore, since Mizuki was a spirit, a mass of magic power with a will, she had to be mindful of maintaining the boundary between herself and others, which was apparently a different challenge from Pumpkin.
âOkay, letâs go.â
âYeah. Shall we?â
Mizuki and Pumpkin then stepped inside the dome.
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âYeah...â
âThereâs nothing here...â
They kept on walking inside the dome, yet nothing was to be found.
There were no window frames, floors, papers, or even dust in the environment, which was bleak and inorganic. The base, which was constructed of stone that resembled concrete, remained intact, but for a few spots where some type of magic had been applied and the effect had worn off.
It was a horror story at this point. Perhaps, like the weeds and pebbles outside, the concentration of magic power was so intense that it eliminated everything except for the places where preventative steps had been taken beforehand, but even so, it was horrifying.
âThe only saving grace is that the density is so high that no one can take advantage of it.â
âI suppose. At the very least, I donât believe any rational individual could utilize it.â
The two of them made their way around the dome, inspecting the remaining equipment and attempting to envision its application.
At this point, a pipe that had been treated to keep magic power out was in front of Pumpkin, along with a cock-like device connected to the outlet that had also received the same treatment.
Pumpkin began to wonder whether there might be experiments being conducted with magic power as he observed these things and recognized through Crave and othersâ research that this was an academic and research facility.
In fact, this assumption may not be far off the mark.
âAnd this is it.â
âThe magic power is gushing out of this place, so I am sure of it.â
A wall constructed of various stone types and a sizable devastation marks on the wall eventually appeared in front of them.
Even with the power of Mizuki and Pumpkin, the destruction marks were emanating magic power with such force and density that it sickened them.
âI can only presume that this used to be a magical power storage facility.â
âThere is no question about that because the pipes from before are linked. Any idea why it broke?â
âAll the small pieces of debris have been obliterated, so there are no specifics, but I think it was destroyed from the inside, not from the outside. The way the fractures are developed gives it that appearance.â
That was what Pumpkin concluded after a brief exploration of the fracture marks, and moved away from the crack.
It was likely that this magic power storage facility was accumulating magic power based on the same principle as the one in the basement of the Senkonoto Castle.
The magic power amassed here, however, surpassed the storage capacity, leading to internal pressure to destroy a portion of the outside wall, which then allowed the magic power that had been stored inside for many years to overflow.
The fact that magic power was still streaming from the fractures, despite it was unclear how long had gone since these marks were formed, was presumably caused by the property of this stone substance, which only allowed magic power to move in a specified direction.
âHmm? Hey, Pumpkin. Whatâs that?â
âWhich one? Itâs too far away for me to see.â
Mizuki then pointed to the area inside the crack, but Pumpkinâs vision was so severely compromised that he couldnât see what she was pointing at.
âHmm. The domeâs center has what seems like a stone floating there.â
âA stone?â
âYes. But it seems odd. I donât feel unpleasant, but I do sense a strange presence.â
âWell... it canât be helped. Shall I head over?â
âBe careful. I canât go there.â
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Their stares are painful. Are they angry? No, it would be better to call it bloodlust. Why?
âOhh, crap!
Todayâs gathering was for the Demon King Revival Event. Everyone had completely changed into their characters for the event. You could say that all the participants were acting as realistically as possible. In particular, that armored manâs speech had enough impact that it wouldnât be strange even if you called it the real thing.
In this perfectly acted world, I barged in with reality. With this many people attending, thereâs bound to be some chuunibyou participants mixed in, but the majority of them might actually be people who normally work seriously, and who participated as their only enjoyment.
And among the participants are dragonoids and birdmen as well. Theyâre not races that live in this area. They probably traveled from far, far away for this event. In the face of these people, my remark just now was clearly a breach of manners.
What do I do...?
Iâve really wrecked the world theyâve created, havenât I?
While I was regretting having caused everybody trouble,
âHuman. You have done well finding this place. For you to have broken through two layers of barriers is...â
said the armored man to me.
Ohhh! I see!
Heâs making it so that my intrusion here is part of the event too, isnât it?
Good job, armored man!
Geez~ When I first saw this man in armor I was thinking âSo much cringe...â but then why is he...
From his attention to detail and his demeanor, it might be that this armored man is actually a wholesale store manager, or the president of a company. Even in an event like this heâs taking his role seriously, so thereâs a good chance of it being true.
âKill them! Kill the human!â
âKihihi... Iâll make you cry nicely.â
âHyahhaa, my first human meat in a while!â
In response to the armored man, the people around made an uproar. The event participants had begun acting as the Demon King Armyâs soldiers.
Mn, mn. It seems that everybody has understood the situation, huh? Everybody can read the mood. And the acting is amazing. This atmosphere really feels like Iâm going to get torn apart. In particular, that beastman drooling with his mouth hanging open looks like heâs going to bite into me at any second.
I canât lose to them either. Right now my role is that of the hero who entered the barriers of the Demon King Army. Given that, how should I act from now on...?
While I was considering various lines, Timu walked briskly before me.
âI donât know how you found this place, but you sure are a fool!â
âTimu...â
If I remember correctly, the setting was that she was the Demon General Camilla, right?
Huhu, her realistic acting is so cute. But you know, playtime is over. Itâs time to go home now.
âHuman, even if only temporarily, you were my elder sister. I will at least give you a painless death.â
âHeh? What do you meaâwh-, wah?â
Timu drew a knifehand strike to my neck at a speed that seemed to leave a flash.
The sound of an impact resounded through the roomâ
But, the knifehand was stopped soundly by my neck.
âI-, Impossible!? The strike that I put my mana into was...â
Timu panicked as though something impossible had happened.
âSurely you did not show mercy to them?â
âViceroy, that is an insult to me. I put in enough power to even bisect a dragon!â
âIs that true?â
âI-, Impossible...â
âCamilla of the Flash is pathetic!â
The people around us began to loudly make a fuss.
Timu hit me.
And it hurt quite a bit too. It might have left a bruise on my neck.
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I have no idea what Albert was talking about. Have I not studied hard enough?
âWas it really a trivial thing?â
I thought as hard as I could, and this was what I came up with.
âIt was a pitch-black rose. I thought it was a mutation and didnât really pay attention to it, but that fantastic rose was beautiful in the moonlight.â
This was more than just a story. It wonât just be a fantasy story, it seems.
A pitch-black rose.... I had never seen one before, either.
âYou havenât figured out how that rose was formed?â
âYes, no one ever did. Besides, it bloomed at night and was dead by the morning. Now that I think about it, maybe that had something to do with it.â
âI certainly donât think a person could change just because a rose bloomed.â
âI guess itâs worth looking into it even now.â
Subconsciously, the corners of my mouth were raised.
She was a special girl, after all. I was convinced of that.
One saint per country would have been enough. For Two saints to appear in a country like Duelkis, which was not even a major power....
What in the world could have caused such a situation? Was there a balance between Alicia and Liz?
I would need to ask Duke about it.
âDidnât you think it was weird that she suddenly became a different person?â
âNot at all. I was just surprised. She may have changed, but she is still my sister, and I will do everything in my power to bring Alicia back to this house.â
Albert said emphatically.
Oh, please donât do that. She was deported after a lot of effort, so she would be furious if she was forced to return right away.
I wanted to see Alicia too, but I wouldnât want to get in her way.
âIâm sure she can get back on her own if she wanted to.â
âAlone in a strange land? Besides, that girl had lived the life of an aristocrat...â
âDonât underestimate her. Itâs Alicia, you know? A strong and beautiful flower that everyone wants. There are many people who would love to have her.â
I doubt she would die in the Ravaal Kingdom. Iâd rather say it would never happen.
Maybe she is having an incredibly hard time right now. Itâs not for me to say, but Alicia is still a child. She may not show it, but there may be times when she wants to cry.
But sheâd keep moving forward, and as long as Alicia didnât lose herself, sheâd be fine.
In her case, she might be rushing ahead instead of walking onward.
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Now I have avoided the pleasant but awkward experience of being crammed into a carriage!
I thanked Leo with my eyes, and she shook her head and sighed... Surely there was no need to look that exasperated...
And like that, Ms. Claire and I and the fenrir got into the carriage.
While we were still close together, there was a lot more room than when there were three of us.
As this was the first time for the fenrir to ride in a carriage, it was looking around anxiously. But it eventually settled down between us and rested.
âHehe. I suppose it likes that spot.â
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Though, when Leo was small, she often slept in the gaps in the couch.
âNow, let us depart.â âYes.â
Sebastian said, and the carriage began to move.
At the same time, the guards and the butlers that were waiting by the edge of the forest also departed towards the mansion.
...Wait? That other butler. He was riding the same kind of carriage as me...
Maybe I should have rode in that one?
Riding with a man would not have been more enjoyable, but it would have been less potentially embarrassing than riding with Ms. Claire and Lyra... I think.
I had made a mistake.
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As I thought of such things, the fenrir looked at my face and barked.
...Well, at least there was this cute face to also keep me company...
Just like Ms. Claire, I was not immune to the fenrirâs charm.
The carriage continued to rock as we moved farther away from the forest and towards the mansion.
And just like on the way here, we stopped at the halfway point on the road in order to rest.
âKyau-kyau.â
After we got out of the carriage in order to stretch our limbs, the fenrir began to run around the tree that Ms. Claire was resting under.
âWuff. Wuff.â
Sometimes it would scamper towards Leo, who was resting next to me, and they would start barking as if having a conversation.
After they had talked, the fenrir would then return to Ms. Claire and start running again.
âWhat were you talking about?â
âWou? Wuff!â
I asked Leo while watching the fenrir.
Leo tilted her head to the side once and then barked happily.
Hmm... Something about...fun?
Well, if the fenrir was having fun, then I was glad that we had taken it with us.
âWe should start heading back soon.â
Sebastian said to everyone who was resting, and so we returned to the carriage.
Ms. Claire and I entered the same carriage that Sebastian was driving, and the fenrir sat between us.
âIt really does seem to enjoy sitting there?â
âHahaha. It looks like it.â
âKyu.â
It really did seem to understand humans, just like Leo.
But were all fenrirs like this...?
As I wondered about it, Sebastian held the reins and the carriage began to move.
Ms. Claire and I pet the fenrir and played with it as we headed towards the mansion.
As for Ms. Lyra, who was riding on Leo, she had decided to go in the other carriage after resting.
She had been delighted to ride on Leo at first, but since Leo would often run faster than the horses and go off in random directions, she must have become a little tired.
And since she had been in charge of cooking during the whole expedition, she was probably very tired. So I was glad that she would be able to relax in the carriage on the way back.
Though, it was my fault for hesitating to go into the carriage in the first place.
...Sorry, Ms. Lyra.
The sun was starting to set, and by the time the beautiful colors of evening shone on the horizon, we arrived at the mansion.
What was surprising to me, was that just before moving through the gates, Leo suddenly turned towards the sun and began to howl.
The horses were also very alarmed by this, but the soldiers were used to handling them, and so they were able to calm them down quickly.
Leoâs howl echoed into the distance.
As Leo howled towards the setting sun a few times, the fenrir, who had been lying drowsily between Ms. Clarie and I, suddenly got up and began to howl as if in answer to Leo.
âKyaooooo! KYaoOOO!
It almost sounded like they were communicating. There would be pauses as they alternated. And then when they were done, Leo rubbed her cheek against the horses that pulled the carriage, as if to apologize for startling them.
As for the fenrir, it let out a short âKyauâ in apology and then went straight back to sleeping between us.
...What on earth was that...?
âI wonder what came over Leo?â
âI thought that something must have happened. After all, a Silver Fenrir is howling.â
â...Hmm. Iâm pretty sure there is some meaning to it...â
But what was it...? I think it had something to do with marking their territory or calling members of the pack that had become separated.
Regardless, it was some form of communication.
âPerhaps it was talking to the fenrir.â
âIndeed...it did sound like they were talking.â
âIs that right, Leo?â
âWuff?â
The carriages and horses had all stopped during the howling so the horses could calm down.
And so I asked Leo as she comforted them, and she turned to look at me and tilted her head.
âIt kind of sounded like you were talking to the fenrir.â
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âIzumi... and you are the Kitsunejin, Mugi, right?â
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âYou are the Kirijin, Ryo, arenât you? And as for you, Houki, youâre a Kirijin as well. Iâve heard the story from the Fox Princess-sama.â
Under Kurokiriâs orders, Houki and I set off for the continent, where we met up with Izumi and Mugi, who had arrived ahead of us. We had to elevate our level and negotiate with parties of all kinds from this point forward in our search for Ichiko. But truthfully speaking, I wouldnât want to negotiate with the Demon King.
âWell, since I was asked to do it, all I can do is to carry it out.â
First, we need to negotiate with the Sugar King.
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Before my eyes, Mugi and Houki were engaged in some kind of negotiation with the Tojin, who were the kin of the âSugar King of White Smearingâ.
Incidentally, the language barrier had already been resolved since Mugi had acquired âªTranslationâ« skill.
âWell, this is how we handle the humans brought over from that side...â
âThe start of the trade is...â
âActually, we also have this kind of sweets...â
âI see, I see...â
âEven so, it smells heavenly...â
âHahaha. This is the advantage of being a Tojin...â
Judging from the expressions on their faces, the negotiation itself seemed to be smoothly progressing. Now, let me briefly make an introduction about the Sugar King.
The Sugar King, aka âSugar King of White Smearingâ was a Demon King who had emerged in a certain country. Everything within the Sugar Kingâs dungeon consisted of sweets, and after defeating a monster, it will drop sweets that correspond to the monsterâs characteristics. Because of this feature, this country which had been suffering from starvation aggressively sought to conquer the Sugar Kingâs dungeon.
However, the Sugar King not only defeated them but also seized the country with his ample supply of food and force. Apparently, it was only the lower class who were starving in the country, and the higher class wanted to monopolize what they could extract from the Sugar Kingâs dungeon, thus the Sugar King capitalized on the rift that had been created and took over the country.
Well, it seems that the people of this country are better off under the Sugar Kingâs reign, therefore I donât have any specific comments to offer.
By the way, although the Sugar Kingâs ability escaped my knowledge, I heard that the Tojinâs unique skill was âªSugar Binding Honeyâ« which solidified any object by manipulating beeswax.
And it looked like the negotiations were wrapping up. Mugi and Houki as well as a Tojin were approaching my direction. That Tojin produced sweet scents all over her body. She had brown hair with black eyes and she dressed modestly yet adequately with a height that was roughly the same as mine. Her chest... seemed to be packed with a great deal of sugar.
âWell, the negotiation was a good one.â
âThatâs good to hear. So what are the next steps now?â
âFor now, a Tojin is accompanying us to serve as a negotiator and to raise the level of the Sugar King.â
âThank you very much for your help.â
â...I understand.â
And so, Li Une, the Tojin, had joined our group.
While on the subject, I was told that her skills center on lifestyle and auxiliary skills.
Eight years agoã»in a certain place in former China.
âIn short, they wanted us to escort them while they escaped.â
Our group was visiting a rural village in search of a place to stay and work for the night. Some of you may be perplexed as to why we need lodging and work given that we were kin who neither require sleeping nor eating. It was not only kin who were traveling with us, but also ordinary human beings. To maintain their human nature, a kin should not neglect their meals and sleep whenever possible.
âYes. That is what has happened...â
And there, we were requested to escort them while they flee from the Demon Kingâs army that was looming over the village. According to their story, there was one more dungeon ahead, and the Demon King of that dungeon was ravaging the surrounding communities one by one.
âIs there a reward? We are mercenaries, not philanthropists, therefore we must be compensated in some way, or we will decline to help you.â
âYes, we understand that. Here is a list of what we can offer.â
âLet me take a look.â
I received a list of what can be offered as a reward from the old chief of the village.
To explain why we were doing this, those who travel were basically rootless. Therefore, we were engaged in mercenary work, which was a fine job for us who were not local residents, provided the job that was demanded was within the scope of our capabilities.
The work ranged from supporting farmers during the peak period to defeating monsters, but in any case, it was a convenient method to gain daily sustenance and experience.
âWell, I suppose this is about as much of a reward as one could ask for.â
âIs that true!â
âBut our force is only people, including myself.â
Even though we operated as mercenaries, we were still a new and weak mercenary group (well, we keep our numbers small to avoid attracting unwanted attention), so we would utilize what was available to us.
âTherefore, in the event of a retreat, we will need some help from you as well. Of course, the more assistance you provide, the less reward we will receive.â
âIf that is the case, I will gladly cooperate with you. I will pass the word on to the villagers.â
âThank you.â
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And over the course of nine months I had the chance to have dozens of conversations with low-income families in Boston who would come in presenting with housing issues, but always had an underlying health issue.
So I had a client who came in, about to be evicted because he hasn't paid his rent.
But he hasn't paid his rent, of course, because he's paying for his HIV medication and just can't afford both.
We had moms who would come in, daughter has asthma, wakes up covered in cockroaches every morning.
And one of our litigation strategies with these large glass bottles.
And I would collect the cockroaches, hot glue-gun them to this poster board that we'd bring to court for our cases.
because the judges were just so grossed out.
Far more effective, I have to say, than anything I later learned in law school.
But over the course of these nine months, I grew frustrated with feeling like we were intervening too far downstream in the lives of our clients -- that by the time they came to us, they were already in crisis.
And at the end of my freshman year of college, I read an article about the work that Dr. Barry Zuckerman was doing as Chair of Pediatrics at Boston Medical Center.
And his first hire was a legal services attorney to represent the patients.
So I called Barry, and with his blessing, in October 1995 of the pediatrics clinic at Boston Medical Center.
I'll never forget, the TVs played this endless reel of cartoons.
And the exhaustion of mothers who had taken two, three, sometimes four buses to bring their child to the doctor was just palpable.
The doctors, it seemed, never really had enough time for all the patients, try as they might.
And over the course of six months, I would corner them in the hallway and ask them a sort of naive but fundamental question: "If you had unlimited resources, what's the one thing you would give your patients?"
And I heard the same story again and again, a story we've heard hundreds of times since then.
They said, "Every day we have patients that come into the clinic -- child has an ear infection, I prescribe antibiotics.
But the real issue is there's no food at home.
The real issue is that child is living with 12 other people in a two-bedroom apartment.
And I don't even ask about those issues because there's nothing I can do.
I have 13 minutes with each patient.
Patients are piling up in the clinic waiting room.
I have no idea where the nearest food pantry is.
And I don't even have any help."
In that clinic, even today, there are two social workers for 24,000 pediatric patients, which is better than a lot of the clinics out there.
So Health Leads was born of these conversations -- a simple model where doctors and nurses can prescribe nutritious food, heat in the winter and other basic resources for their patients the same way they prescribe medication.
Patients then take their prescriptions to our desk in the clinic waiting room where we have a core of well-trained college student advocates who work side by side with these families to connect them out to the existing landscape of community resources.
So we began with a card table in the clinic waiting room -- totally lemonade stand style.
But today we have a thousand college student advocates who are working to connect nearly 9,000 patients and their families with the resources that they need to be healthy.
So 18 months ago I got this email that changed my life.
And the email was from Dr. Jack Geiger, who had written to congratulate me on Health Leads and to share, as he said, a bit of historical context.
In 1965 Dr. Geiger founded one of the first two community health centers in this country, in a brutally poor area in the Mississippi Delta.
And so many of his patients came in presenting with malnutrition that be began prescribing food for them.
And they would take these prescriptions to the local supermarket, which would fill them and then charge the pharmacy budget of the clinic.
And when the Office of Economic Opportunity in Washington, D.C. -- which was funding Geiger's clinic -- found out about this, they were furious.
And they sent this bureaucrat down to tell Geiger that he was expected to use their dollars for medical care -- to which Geiger famously and logically responded, "The last time I checked my textbooks, the specific therapy for malnutrition was food."
So when I got this email from Dr. Geiger, I knew I was supposed to be proud to be part of this history.
But the truth is I was devastated.
Here we are, 45 years after Geiger has prescribed food for his patients, "On those issues, we practice a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy."
Forty-five years after Geiger, Health Leads has to reinvent the prescription for basic resources.
So I have spent hours upon hours trying to make sense of this weird Groundhog Day.
How is it that if for decades we had a pretty straightforward tool for keeping patients, and especially low-income patients, healthy, that we didn't use it?
If we know what it takes to have a healthcare system rather than a sick-care system, why don't we just do it?
These questions, in my mind, are not hard because the answers are complicated, they are hard because they require that we be honest with ourselves.
My belief is that it's almost too painful to articulate our aspirations for our healthcare system, or even admit that we have any at all.
Because if we did, they would be so removed from our current reality.
But that doesn't change my belief that all of us, deep inside, here in this room and across this country, share a similar set of desires.
That if we are honest with ourselves and listen quietly, that we all harbor one fiercely held aspiration for our healthcare: that it keep us healthy.
This aspiration that our healthcare keep us healthy is an enormously powerful one.
And the way I think about this is that healthcare is like any other system.
It's just a set of choices that people make.
What if we decided to make a different set of choices?
What if we decided to take all the parts of healthcare that have drifted away from us and stand firm and say, "No.
These things are ours.
They will be used for our purposes.
They will be used to realize our aspiration"?
to realize our aspiration for healthcare was right there in front of us just waiting to be claimed?
So that's where Health Leads began.
We started with the prescription pad -- a very ordinary piece of paper -- and we asked, not what do patients need to get healthy -- antibiotics, an inhaler, medication -- but what do patients need to be healthy, to not get sick in the first place?
And we chose to use the prescription So just a few miles from here at Children's National Medical Center, when patients come into the doctor's office, they're asked a few questions.
They're asked, "Are you running out of food at the end of the month?
Do you have safe housing?"
And when the doctor begins the visit, she knows height, weight, is there food at home, is the family living in a shelter.
And that not only leads to a better set of clinical choices, but the doctor can also prescribe those resources for the patient, using Health Leads like any other sub-specialty referral.
The problem is, once you get a taste of what it's like to realize your aspiration for healthcare, you want more.
So we thought, if we can get individual doctors to prescribe these basic resources for their patients, could we get an entire healthcare system to shift its presumption?
And we gave it a shot.
So now at Harlem Hospital Center when patients come in with an elevated body mass index, the electronic medical record automatically generates a prescription for Health Leads.
And our volunteers can then work with them to connect patients to healthy food and excercise programs in their communities.
We've created a presumption that if you're a patient at that hospital with an elevated BMI, the four walls of the doctor's office probably aren't going to give you everything you need to be healthy.
You need more.
this is just a basic recoding of the electronic medical record. And on the other hand, it's a radical transformation of the electronic medical record from a static repository of diagnostic information to a health promotion tool.
In the private sector, when you squeeze that kind of additional value out of a fixed-cost investment, it's called a billion-dollar company.
But in my world, it's called reduced obesity and diabetes.
It's called healthcare -- a system where doctors can prescribe solutions to improve health, not just manage disease.
Same thing in the clinic waiting room.
So every day in this country three million patients pass through about 150,000 clinic waiting rooms in this country.
And what do they do when they're there?
They sit, they watch the goldfish in the fish tank, they read extremely old copies of Good Housekeeping magazine.
But mostly we all just sit there forever, waiting.
How did we get here where we devote hundreds of acres and thousands of hours to waiting?
What if we had a waiting room where you don't just sit when you're sick, but where you go to get healthy.
If airports can become shopping malls and McDonald's can become playgrounds, surely we can reinvent the clinic waiting room.
And that's what Health Leads has tried to do, to reclaim that real estate and that time and to use it as a gateway to connect patients to the resources they need to be healthy.
So it's a brutal winter in the Northeast, your kid has asthma, your heat just got turned off, and of course you're in the waiting room of the ER, because the cold air triggered your child's asthma.
But what if instead of waiting for hours anxiously, the waiting room became the place where Health Leads turned your heat back on?
And of course all of this requires a broader workforce.
But if we're creative, we already have that too.
We know that our doctors and nurses and even social workers aren't enough, that the ticking minutes of health care are too constraining.
Health just takes more time.
It requires a non-clinical army of community health workers and case managers and many others.
What if a small part of that next healthcare workforce were the 11 million college students in this country?
Unencumbered by clinical responsibilities, unwilling to take no for an answer from those bureaucracies that tend to crush patients, and with an unparalleled ability for information retrieval honed through years of using Google.
Now lest you think it improbable that a college volunteer can make this kind of commitment, I have two words for you: March Madness.
The average NCAA Division I men's basketball player dedicates 39 hours a week to his sport.
Now we may think that's good or bad, but in either case it's real.
And Health Leads is based on the presumption that for too long we have asked too little of our college students when it comes to real impact in vulnerable communities.
College sports teams say, "We're going to take dozens of hours at some field across campus at some ungodly hour of the morning and we're going to measure your performance, and your team's performance, and if you don't measure up or you don't show up, we're going to cut you off the team.
But we'll make huge investments in your training and development, and we'll give you an extraordinary community of peers."
And people line up out the door just for the chance to be part of it.
So our feeling is, if it's good enough for the rugby team, it's good enough for health and poverty.
Health Leads too recruits competitively, trains intensively, coaches professionally, demands significant time, builds a cohesive team and measures results -- a kind of Teach for America for healthcare.
Now in the top 10 cities in the U.S.
with the largest number of Medicaid patients, each of those has at least 20,000 college students.
New York alone has half a million college students.
And this isn't just a sort of short-term workforce to connect patients to basic resources, it's a next generation healthcare leadership pipeline who've spent two, three, four years in the clinic waiting room talking to patients about their most basic health needs.
And they leave with the conviction, the ability and the efficacy to realize our most basic aspirations for health care.
And the thing is, there's thousands of these folks already out there.
So Mia Lozada is Chief Resident of Internal Medicine at UCSF Medical Center, but for three years as an undergraduate she was a Health Leads volunteer in the clinic waiting room at Boston Medical Center.
Mia says, "When my classmates write a prescription, they think their work is done.
When I write a prescription, I think, can the family read the prescription?
Do they have transportation to the pharmacy?
Do they have food to take with the prescription?
Do they have insurance to fill the prescription?
Those are the questions I learned at Health Leads, not in medical school."
Now none of these solutions -- the prescription pad, the electronic medical record, the waiting room, the army of college students -- are perfect.
But they are ours for the taking -- simple examples of the vast under-utilized healthcare resources that, if we reclaimed and redeployed, could realize our most basic aspiration of healthcare.
So I had been at Legal Services for about nine months when this idea of Health Leads started percolating in my mind.
And I knew I had to tell Jeff Purcell, my attorney, that I needed to leave.
And I was so nervous, because I thought he was going to be disappointed in me for abandoning our clients for some crazy idea.
And I sat down with him and I said, "Jeff, I have this idea that we could mobilize college students to address patients' most basic health needs."
And I'll be honest, all I wanted was for him to not be angry at me.
But he said this, "Rebecca, when you have a vision, you have an obligation to realize that vision.
You must pursue that vision."
And I have to say, I was like "Whoa.
That's a lot of pressure."
I just wanted a blessing, I didn't want some kind of mandate.
But the truth is I've spent every waking minute nearly since then chasing that vision.
I believe that we all have a vision for healthcare in this country.
I believe that at the end of the day when we measure our healthcare, it will not be by the diseases cured, but by the diseases prevented.
It will not be by the excellence of our technologies or the sophistication of our specialists, but by how rarely we needed them.
And most of all, I believe that when we measure healthcare, it will be, not by what the system was, but by what we chose it to be.
Thank you.
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The debutante ball was scheduled not on the day of Beatrice-chanâs birthday, but three days later, to avoid the royal palaceâs and other familyâs parties.
And today is that day.
[......Mitsuha, what should I do?......] Beatrice
Beatrice, who was always cheerful, let out such a boorish line with a face as pale as someone devoid of blood.
Itâs not good. Maybe itâs because she never had a nerve-wracking event before, maybe itâs because sheâs been acting freely in front of her family, maybe itâs because sheâs not used to this kind of thing, or maybe itâs because she doesnât have the tolerance for it...... (TC: or maybe, itâs Maybellene.)
[Donât worry, youâve been practicing really hard. Also, my food and beverages are perfect! Now all you have to do is follow what youâve practiced and youâll be fine!] Mitsuha
Yeah, itâs gonna be okay! Probably okay! Yeah, maybe!
......Will it be okay?
............I hope itâll be okay......
I canât do it! The more worried I look, the more uneasy Beatrice-chan will become!
[Iâll take care of it!] Mitsuha
I tried to cheer her up, but Beatrice-chan still didnât look so good.
Well, I guess itâs understandable since itâs her life, her future is at stake.
Come to think of it, Adelaide-chan, Viscount Rainerâs daughter, was the first person I received an order from to arrange a debutante ball. She had a very strong spirit...... The only skits she had to do were my own fantasies, but she did them all confidently and nonchalantly......
After that, she seemed to have become a central figure among the kids her age, which made sense.
But I donât think that Beatrice-chan is by no means as good as Adelaide-chan......
It seems that the Reiner Viscounty is an emerging aristocratic family that was newly anointed in the generation of Adelaide-chanâs grandfather, so I wonder if they still have the strength of a weed.......
Anyway, thereâs nothing I can do about it now. Iâll just have to do what I need to do right now!
Then there was Beatrice-chanâs debutante ball, held in the Count Bozesâ royal capital residenceâs courtyard.
......Yes, in the <courtyard>.
A lot of the attendees this time are the same people who attended Adelaide-chanâs party, so it canât be the same kind of performance. In addition, Adelaide-chanâs family is a Viscount, while Beatrice-chanâs family is a Count that is inevitable to become a Marquis soon. Itâs not even allowed to be on the level of comparison.
......So, I changed it from the ground up so that there would be no comparison. Instead of going indoors, weâre doing it outdoors.
Seasonally, the weather was neither hot nor cold, but rather cool. The weather was clear with a north-northwest wind at knots ( m/s). The time was a little after sunset. It was already starting to get dark swiftly.
Then, in a corner of the courtyard, on a hastily built stage against the white wall of the building, Count Bozes greeted everyone, illuminated by a spotlight.
This time, we are running a generator a little farther away because we are not sure about the power from the battery alone.
When itâs time to have a chat, we have to turn on the lights in the entire courtyard. Even though LED lights consume less power, a large number of them will still consume a certain amount of electricity......
[Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to the debutante party of Beatrice, the eldest daughter of Count Bozes House......] Count Bozes
In these countries, girls are treated more lightly than boys. This may be inevitable in a world with a level of civilization like this. Itâs a history that many countries on Earth have followed.
But Beatrice-chan is the only daughter of the Bozes family and is doted on by her parents and siblings. Sheâs also a friend of Himemiko of Thunder and the Third Princess Sabine. Sheâs also the owner of the Beatrice Trading Company.
In addition, sheâs also the sister of one of the heroes of the absolute defense of the royal capital, the founder of the new noble family, and now the object of respect and admiration among the young people of the nobility, Alexiscon......, no, I mean, Alexis.
...... Yeah, thatâs why sheâs the target of a lot of admiration. isnât it? As Count Bozes and I had feared.
But that doesnât mean that I wonât introduce Beatrice-chanâs selling points or describe her value in a way that makes her seem less valuable.
Although, I will appeal to Beatrice-chanâs charm and her value to the fullest. This is a point that neither I nor Count Bozes can compromise on.
How to attract a large number of talented and good-natured young men and well-characterized third sons , and how to select a good person from among them, someone that Beatrice-chan would like.
In order to do so, we cannot afford to spare any of our forces.
After the Countâs <introduction> of Beatrice-chan without her presence, the Count proceeded to the bottom of the stage and the spotlight was turned off.
It was already quite dark in the area.
Basha!
A beautiful image was projected on the white wall behind the stage. It seemed to be a corner of some royal castle.
Yes, just like with Adelaide-chan, we used a projector to project the images. Of course, this was the reason why the stage was set up in front of the white wall of the building.
People who saw it when during Adelaide-chanâs coming of age were not so surprised, but people who saw it for the first time were quite bewildered.
Well, of course.
«A girl who works at the court as a lady-in-waiting for her friend, the princess.......»
Using a microphone, the narration began.
The speakers are placed high up in the building, so not only the whole courtyard but also the surroundings of the Bozes residence can hear the whole thing.
But no one would complain about the noise to Count Bozes, and since entertainment is scarce in this world, they would probably enjoy even with just the voices alone as some sort of entertainment...... I guess.
This time, I was not in charge of the narration. I found a servant from the Bozesâ household who seemed to be good at that kind of thing, so I gave her special training.
Also, I did not dub Beatrice-chanâs lines, but rather, she speaks them herself. Iâve attached a very small, high-performance microphone to her collar girdle.
If I donât do that much, I wonât be able to differentiate her from Adelaide-chan.
The second one has to have several times the impact of the first one, or it will be ridiculed.
And after the narration explains the situation, Beatrice-chan appears!
«Merchants who send their dirty hands to the court to plot evil! As long as I am here, Your Highness, the rest of the royal family, and the people of this country will never fall into the wrong hands!» Beatrice
Yes, indeed, I canât use the internal strife of the court as a story, so I assigned the role to the familiar <Villainous Merchant> who has no problem getting the role of a villain.
This time, itâs not a <one-man show>, so I can add more characters. Thatâs why I made the antagonist appear as well...... This will increase the number of micro microphones needed, making the budget bulky, but Iâm sure Iâll have a chance to use them again. These necessary expenses will be paid by Count Bozes.
......And as the story progresses, Beatrice-chan, dressed as a courtesan, finally makes her grand entrance in front of the villains.
It was not a proper play, but a <very short skit with a few tasty scenes>, so it was inevitable that the story would skip a beat. Itâs just that itâs only for this scene, which lasts less than two or three minutes.
«At one point, sheâs the daughter of the Count Bozes. Occasionally, she is the owner of the Beatrice Trading Company. At other times, she is the third princessâs lady-in-waiting. And yet, her real appearance is!...»
And so, seven maids wearing black bodysuits, carrying a long curtain...... a very long curtain...... appeared from the hem of the stage. They walked in front of Beatrice-chan. And from there, they circled around Beatrice-chan. Everyone is not sure what to make of this. And with the curtain still up, the maids continued to circle around Beatrice-chan.
My palms were sweaty with tension as I clutched the switch.
...... Okay, now! Beatrice one change, switch, on!
Bikabikabikabikabi ~~
The mirror balls that were hanging from the roof of the building illuminated the stage with colored lights, creating a wild dance of lights around us.
«Bunny flaaaaaash!»
Inside the curtain, Beatrice-chan slipped out of her easily removable womenâs uniform, opened a storage compartment on the floor, took out a pair of slacks from inside, and quickly put them on. As for her clothes, she wore the shirt she had been wearing underneath the uniform and put on the jacket that was made for easy wearing. She then kicked the clothes she had taken off into the storage compartment and should have closed the lid......
Donât fail! If my timing was off and I exposed Beatrice-chanâs underwear in front of the audience, Iris-sama will kill me...... No, seriously!
Okay, the maids wearing black bodysuits who went around the prescribed number of times broke the encirclement and started moving at the hem on the other side of the stage!
Iâm sure the black bodysuit maids will make sure Beatrice-chan is done changing before they leave, so she should be fine. If there is a delay in the change of clothes, they will increase the number of times they have to go around her.
When the last of the black bodysuit maids who raised the curtain left in front of Beatrice-chan, there was the sight of Beatrice-chan in an interesting costume...... with rabbit ears and a rabbit tail.......
Of course, no exposure at all. A bunny suit IS out of the question.
The clothes of the women here are very bold in showing their backs and cleavage, but never above the knees. And since Beatrice-chan is just -years-old, thereâs no way she can wear something that shows off her cleavage, so thereâs no top or bottom exposure!
No, other year olds wear dresses that expose a lot of their upper body, but personally, I didnât allow Beatrice-chan to wear that!
The dress made by the store manager, who specializes in noblemanâs costumes, which Iâll have her change into later, is not too revealing either.
......Iâm not jealous or anything!
Thatâs why Beatrice-chanâs current costume is a messy, cool outfit that reminds me a little bit of a female royal guard knight, but with a modern design and a superheroine feel.
The store manager who specializes in noblemanâs costumes burned her life force for this work......
The weapon in her hand is a rapier.
This rapier is a real thing. Itâs cheaper to borrow one from the Count Bozes than to buy an imitation in Japan.
«Iâm a court cutie bunny, an angel of love who protects the peace of the court!» Beatrice
Now! Light effects, pattern ! BGM, on!
«I have long ears to catch all information from the court! Prepare yourselves, scoundrels!» Beatrice
ãããããã Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! ãããããã
Then the sound of sword fighting began.
......Okay, we got this in a bag! | {
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Leone mainly dominated the ground where she relentlessly mowed down running bird-type beasts with her enlarged great sword artifact. While Inglis positioned herself on rooftops, knocking down flying bird-type beasts into the ground where Leone was waiting to slice them up.
As Inglis was assessing Leoneâs performance with a side glance, she jumped towards a rooftop with three beasts perching on it.
ãOne!ã
Right after she landed, she sprung and twisted herself in the air, hammering down the nearest bird with a kick.
Inglis had seen through an attack from the second beast that tried to peck her from behind. She sent a fist to the birdâs chin, then scooped it up.
With her hand now circling around its neck, she lifted and threw it around, using it as a club to bash on another beast.
The two beasts collided with significant force, sending the latter falling towards the waiting Leone with no means to resist.
ãThree!ã
And at last, she threw the beast she held in her hand below not a second later.
However, her timing was too fast.
Leone who had just finished dealing with the second beast was not ready yet.
ãAh! Sorry...!ã
ãWawawaah!? Too fast, Inglis!ã
From behind the panicked Leone, an arrow of light flashed through.
It tore through the third falling bird, snuffed it out before it even touched the ground.
Now that the beastâs falling trajectory had changed, Leone wouldnât be crushed by it.
ãBullseye! Geez, Glis! Itâs because youâre going off on your own that I came late.ã
ãRani! Iâm surprised you know Iâm here. Iâm pretty sure I went around quite a lot.ã
Rafinha said as her eyes locked onto Leone.
ãSheâs Leone. She was here when I got around so Iâm fighting alongside her.ã
ãNice to meet you. You saved my hide back there.ã
ãYouâre welcome! Iâm Rafinha Wilford. Letâs get along.ã
When Rafinha introduced herself with a wide smile, a shocked look appeared on Leoneâs face.
ãWilford...? Rafinha... Then youâre Sir Raphaelâs little sister!?ã
ãWah! You know big brother Rafa!?ã
ãY-, yeah... I have been under his great tutelage.ã
ãIf you donât mind, can you tell us about him later? Now, letâs put in more spirit!ã
With Rafinha joining the fray, the speed of the dwindling number of Magic Stone Beasts doubled.
As the result of them running around the town for about an hour subjugating Magic Stone Beasts here and there, the surrounding scene finally regained its serene, with just a few things left to clean up.
ãPhew~ Thatâs all, right? Good work out there, Glis, Leone.ã
ãSure. We made so much progress thanks to you two. You have my thanks.ã
ãBut, it sure is weird that they suddenly appeared within the town walls. Even though the townâs security is tight... Itâs not like thereâs Prism Flow falling over the town, either.ã
ãGlis is right... I wonder why?ã
ãW-, well, donât mind her, okay? This girl has a war general trapped within her angelic body.ã
ãAhahaha. But I understand somehow. She looks so peaceful after the battle ends.ã
ãI do?ã
ãYou very much do. And youâre just like a frenzied beast during battles, Glis.ã
ãIndeed. When I first saw her, she was jumping into a flock of Magic Stone Beast all by herself. Sure took me by surprise.ã
ãAah, so thatâs how it was. Tell me about it. Seeing that for the first time really makes your heart jump. I mean, sheâs just a single, runeless girl trying to break through like a sole horseman. Thinking about it normally, that means death, isnât it?ã
ãI reflexively tackled her down because of that! Turned out, it was unnecessary.ã
Watching Rafinha and Leone oddly getting along well, Inglis gave them the stink eye.
But this encounter must be a blessed one since the three of them could just laugh it off together.
ãHey, the two of you! The black-haired and silver-haired girls!ãSuddenly, a middle-aged Knight came over to their group.
ãThank you for helping us defend the town! Itâs not much, but we wish to offer you a reward in return. Can you come with us?ã
ãEh? What about Leone? Sheâs the one who fought the hardest.ã
Rafinha asked with a confused look on her face. Inglis had the same question in mind.
ãDonât say something so stupid. Why the hell would we give anything for a traitorâs kin!ã
He spoke as though that was the most natural thing in the world.
ãHold on there! Leone fought the hardest amongst us!ã
ãI-, itâs okay, Rafinha. Donât mind me, just go.ã
ãNo! Thatâs just weird!ã
ãWe canât trust that girl. Since you two seem to be unaware, Iâll tell you this much. That woman is Leone Olpha. Sheâs the little sister of the ex Holy Knight who originated from this town, the traitor who backstabbed the country and deserted this nation, Leon Olpha! We donât have any reason to acknowledge the kin of a traitor that sullied the entire townâs reputation.ããEEeeh!?ã
ãThatâs right... Olpha is Mr. Leonâsâã
The middle-aged Knightâs remark made Inglis connect the two dots in her head.
She knew the surname Olpha rang a bell, and only now did she realize it was Leonâs surname. The Holy Knight who had disappeared, saying that he would join the Ironblood Chain Brigade.
ãNow that you know, I suggest you stop associating with that girl. Else you two will face contempt from everyone.ããNo thanks! And we donât need your stupid reward!ã
Rafinha scowled, her tongue sticking out.
For the daughter of an aristocrat, her conduct was inappropriate.
ãLetâs go?ã
Inglis took Leoneâs hand, pulling her along down the street.
ãSheâs right, letâs go!ã
Rafinha took her other hand without a momentâs delay.
ã... Thank you.ã
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It was such a radical change, in fact, that the early Macintosh development team in '82, '83, '84 had to write an entirely new operating system from the ground up.
Now, this is an interesting little message, and it's a lesson that has since, I think, been forgotten or lost or something, and that is, namely, that the OS is the interface.
The interface is the OS.
It's like the land and the king they're inseparable, they are one.
And to write a new operating system was not a capricious matter.
It wasn't just a matter of tuning up some graphics routines.
There were no graphics routines. There were no mouse drivers.
So it was a necessity.
But in the quarter-century since then, we've seen all of the fundamental supporting technologies go berserk.
So memory capacity and disk capacity have been multiplied by something between 10,000 and a million.
Same thing for processor speeds.
Networks, we didn't have networks at all at the time of the Macintosh's introduction, and that has become the single most salient aspect of how we live with computers.
And, of course, graphics: Today 84 dollars and 97 cents at Best Buy buys you more graphics power than you could have gotten for a million bucks from SGI only a decade ago.
So we've got that incredible ramp-up.
Then, on the side, we've got the Web and, increasingly, the cloud, which is fantastic, but also -- in the regard in which an interface is fundamental -- kind of a distraction.
So we've forgotten to invent new interfaces.
Certainly we've seen in recent years a lot of change in that regard, and people are starting to wake up about that.
So what happens next? Where do we go from there?
The problem, as we see it, has to do with a single, simple word: "space," or a single, simple phrase: "real world geometry."
Computers and the programming languages that we talk to them in, that we teach them in, are hideously insensate when it comes to space.
They don't understand real world space.
It's a funny thing because the rest of us occupy it quite frequently and quite well.
They also don't understand time, but that's a matter for a separate talk.
So what happens if you start to explain space to them?
One thing you might get is something like the Luminous Room.
The Luminous Room is a system in which it's considered that input and output spaces are co-located.
That's a strangely simple, and yet unexplored idea, right?
When you use a mouse, your hand is down here on the mouse pad.
It's not even on the same plane as what you're talking about: The pixels are up on the display.
So here was a room in which all the walls, floors, ceilings, pets, potted plants, whatever was in there, were capable, not only of display but of sensing as well.
And that means input and output are in the same space enabling stuff like this.
That's a digital storage in a physical container.
The contract is the same as with real word objects in real world containers.
Has to come back out, whatever you put in.
This little design experiment that was a small office here knew a few other tricks as well.
If you presented it with a chess board, it tried to figure out what you might mean by that.
And if there was nothing for them to do, the chess pieces eventually got bored and hopped away.
The academics who were overseeing this work thought that that was too frivolous, so we built deadly serious applications like this optics prototyping workbench in which a toothpaste cap on a cardboard box becomes a laser.
The beam splitters and lenses are represented by physical objects, and the system projects down the laser beam path.
So you've got an interface that has no interface.
You operate the world as you operate the real world, which is to say, with your hands.
Similarly, a digital wind tunnel with digital wind flowing from right to left -- not that remarkable in a sense; we didn't invent the mathematics.
But if you displayed that on a CRT or flat panel display, it would be meaningless to hold up an arbitrary object, a real world object in that.
Here, the real world merges with the simulation.
And finally, to pull out all the stops, this is a system called Urp, for urban planners, in which we give architects and urban planners back the models that we confiscated when we insisted that they use CAD systems.
And we make the machine meet them half way.
It projects down digital shadows, as you see here.
And if you introduce tools like this inverse clock, then you can control the sun's position in the sky.
That's 8 a.m. shadows.
They get a little shorter at 9 a.m.
There you are, swinging the sun around.
Short shadows at noon and so forth.
And we built up a series of tools like this.
There are inter-shadowing studies that children can operate, even though they don't know anything about urban planning: To move a building, you simply reach out your hand and you move the building.
A material wand makes the building into a sort of Frank Gehry thing that reflects light in all directions.
Are you blinding passers by and motorists on the freeways?
A zoning tool connects distant structures, a building and a roadway.
Are you going to get sued by the zoning commission? And so forth.
Now, if these ideas seem familiar or perhaps even a little dated, that's great; they should seem familiar.
This work is 15 years old.
This stuff was undertaken at MIT and the Media Lab under the incredible direction of Professor Hiroshi Ishii, director of the Tangible Media Group.
But it was that work that was seen by Alex McDowell, one of the world's legendary production designers.
But Alex was preparing a little, sort of obscure, indie, arthouse film called "Minority Report" for Steven Spielberg, and invited us to come out from MIT and design the interfaces that would appear in that film.
And the great thing about it was that Alex was so dedicated to the idea of verisimilitude, the idea that the putative 2054 that we were painting in the film be believable, that he allowed us to take on that design work as if it were an R&D effort.
And the result is sort of gratifyingly perpetual.
People still reference those sequences in "Minority Report" when they talk about new UI design.
So this led full circle, in a strange way, to build these ideas into what we believe is the necessary future of human machine interface: the Spatial Operating Environment, we call it.
So here we have a bunch of stuff, some images.
And, using a hand, we can actually exercise six degrees of freedom, six degrees of navigational control.
And it's fun to fly through Mr. Beckett's eye.
And you can come back out through the scary orangutan.
And that's all well and good.
Let's do something a little more difficult.
Here, we have a whole bunch of disparate images.
We can fly around them.
So navigation is a fundamental issue.
You have to be able to navigate in 3D.
Much of what we want computers to help us with in the first place is inherently spatial.
And the part that isn't spatial can often be spatialized to allow our wetware to make greater sense of it.
Now we can distribute this stuff in many different ways.
So we can throw it out like that. Let's reset it.
We can organize it this way.
And, of course, it's not just about navigation, but about manipulation as well.
So if we don't like stuff, or we're intensely curious about Ernst Haeckel's scientific falsifications, we can pull them out like that.
And then if it's time for analysis, we can pull back a little bit and ask for a different distribution.
Let's just come down a bit and fly around.
So that's a different way to look at stuff.
If you're of a more analytical nature as a color histogram.
So now we've got the stuff color-sorted, angle maps onto color.
And now, if we want to select stuff, 3D, space, the idea that we're tracking hands in real space becomes really important because we can reach in, not in 2D, not in fake 2D, but in actual 3D.
Here are some selection planes.
And we'll perform this Boolean operation because we really love yellow and tapirs on green grass.
So, from there to the world of real work.
Here's a logistics system, a small piece of one that we're currently building.
There're a lot of elements.
And one thing that's very important is to combine traditional tabular data with three-dimensional and geospatial information.
So here's a familiar place.
And we'll bring this back here for a second.
Maybe select a little bit of that.
And bring out this graph.
And we should, now, be able to fly in here and have a closer look.
These are logistics elements that are scattered across the United States.
One thing that three-dimensional interactions and the general idea of imbuing computation with space affords you is a final destruction of that unfortunate one-to-one pairing between human beings and computers.
That's the old way, that's the old mantra: one machine, one human, one mouse, one screen.
Well, that doesn't really cut it anymore.
In the real world, we have people who collaborate; we have people who have to work together, and we have many different displays.
And we might want to look at these various images.
We might want to ask for some help.
The author of this new pointing device is sitting over there, so I can pull this from there to there.
These are unrelated machines, right?
So the computation is space soluble and network soluble.
So I'm going to leave that over there because I have a question for Paul.
Paul is the designer of this wand, and maybe its easiest for him to come over here and tell me in person what's going on.
So let me get some of these out of the way.
Let's pull this apart: I'll go ahead and explode it.
Kevin, can you help?
Let me see if I can help us find the circuit board.
Mind you, it's a sort of gratuitous field-stripping exercise, but we do it in the lab all the time.
All right.
So collaborative work, whether it's immediately co-located or distant and distinct, is always important.
And again, that stuff needs to be undertaken in the context of space.
And finally, I'd like to leave you with a glimpse that takes us back to the world of imagery.
This is a system called TAMPER, which is a slightly whimsical look at what the future of editing and media manipulation systems might be.
We at Oblong believe that media should be accessible in much more fine-grained form.
So we have a large number of movies stuck inside here.
And let's just pick out a few elements.
We can zip through them as a possibility.
We can grab elements off the front, where upon they reanimate, come to life, and drag them down onto the table here.
We'll go over to Jacques Tati here and grab our blue friend and put him down on the table as well.
We may need more than one.
And we probably need, well, we probably need a cowboy to be quite honest.
Yeah, let's take that one.
You see, cowboys and French farce people don't go well together, and the system knows that.
Let me leave with one final thought, and that is that one of the greatest English language writers of the last three decades suggested that great art is always a gift.
And he wasn't talking about whether the novel costs 24.95 [dollars], or whether you have to spring 70 million bucks to buy the stolen Vermeer; he was talking about the circumstances of its creation And I think that it's time that we asked for the same from technology.
Technology is capable of expressing and being imbued with a certain generosity, and we need to demand that, in fact.
For some of this kind of technology, ground center is a combination of design, which is crucially important.
We can't have advances in technology any longer unless design is integrated from the very start.
And, as well, as of efficacy, agency.
We're, as human beings, the creatures that create, and we should make sure that our machines aid us in that task and are built in that same image.
So I will leave you with that. Thank you.
Chris Anderson: So to ask the obvious question -- actually this is from Bill Gates -- when? CA: When real? When for us, not just in a lab and on a stage?
Can it be for every man, or is this just for corporations and movie producers?
JU: No, it has to be for every human being.
That's our goal entirely.
unless we take that next big step.
I mean it's been 25 years.
Can there really be only one interface? There can't.
CA: But does that mean that, at your desk or in your home, you need projectors, cameras?
You know, how can it work?
JU: No, this stuff will be built into the bezel of every display.
It'll be built into architecture.
The gloves go away in a matter of months or years.
So this is the inevitability about it.
CA: So, in your mind, five years time, someone can buy this as part of a standard computer interface?
JU: I think in five years time when you buy a computer, you'll get this.
CA: Well that's cool.
The world has a habit of surprising us as to how these things are actually used.
What do you think, what in your mind is the first killer app for this?
JU: That's a good question, and we ask ourselves that every day.
At the moment, our early-adopter customers -- and these systems are deployed out in the real world -- do all the big data intensive, data heavy problems with it.
So, whether it's logistics and supply chain management or natural gas and resource extraction, financial services, pharmaceuticals, bioinformatics, those are the topics right now, but that's not a killer app.
And I understand what you're asking.
CA: C'mon, c'mon. Martial arts, games. C'mon.
John, thank you for making science-fiction real.
JU: It's been a great pleasure.
Thank you to you all. | {
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With a pull of the triggers, the magic bullets flew out and decimated the monkey-like magical beasts.
ãAnother one appeared......ã
When Yua discovered a new monkey-like magical beast, Selena pointed her magic guns in its direction, pulled the triggers and released the magic bullets again. And again, it was blown away.
Right now, the six were closing in on the Great Dakuria Empire. In the morning, they had breakfast and were on the move ever since.
On the way they passed by the two small mountains, yet didnât encounter any magical beasts, their road was unobstructed. However, the moment they entered a forest, the attacks were coming their way non-stop.
They proceeded with Selena as the main attacker as Aishi and Lily assisted her. Like that, they were able to travel uninhibited.
Once the monsterâs ranks were hit by mana bullets, they werenât able to catch up with the six, who had their magic horses. Instead of fighting them to the end, the six decided to avoid direct confrontations as much as possible.
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Mona discovered another magical beast.
However, the atmosphere surrounding that beast was different from the others. A magical beast that gave a feeling of being a high rank. Its appearance resembled a lion, the king of the beasts.
ãWait, bird woman. Donât mess with this oneã
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She certainly felt that it was different from the other magical beasts, but she thought that it wasnât that exaggerated.
As such, Selena, who was already in position to shoot, became confused at his instructions.
ãListen here, we arenât so free to fight it. Everyone, full speed! We are going to shake it offã
Listening to his orders, everyone increased their speed to the maximum.
However, the lion-like beast didnât let them go and chose to pursue.
Its speed was comparable to a magic horse at maximum speed, they werenât able to open any distance.
Then, Selena and Aishi tried to aim for its legs to slow it down only to be stopped by Seiya.
Seiya ignored their questioning expressions and continued to ride at full speed.
However, they werenât convinced and ignored his warning. They released a spell towards the lion-like beast.
ãMaiden of iceãIce and Snowãã
ãDivine protection of fireãFire Stakeãã
When the two released their spells, the ground beneath the lion-like beast was covered in ice.
By covering the ground in ice, she severely inhibited its mobility.
Meanwhile, Selena tried to pierce its leg with a fire stake to completely stop it. The fire stake splendidly hit the lion-like beast and pinned it to the ground.
ãHow was that?ã
Selena looked at Seiya with a smug expression. Aishi too, different from her usual self, looked slightly proud.
Recently, Seiya was somewhat able to distinguish emotions on Aishiâs always expressionless face.
However, Seiya wasnât that happy over this. His expression was that of impatience.
Seeing his expression, the two wondered whether there was a need to worry so much. They thought that they would be able to escape if they pinned his down.
To these two, Seiya said as if blaming them.
ãYou two are idiots. Why did you act? ã
ãWhat do you mean by idiots? We succeeded in stopping itã
ãCanât be helped. You two should stay away. Yua! I leave the support to youã
Selena and Aishi, who couldnât comprehend its actions, didnât know what was going on.
Mona and Lily were the same, only Yua understood the implications of this situation.
Yua immediately stopped her horse and jumped off. Seeing that his fiancée understood his idea, he smiled. However, his face hardened right after and he jumped off his horse.
When he looked at the lion-like beast again, the ground beneath it wasnât covered in ice any longer. Selenaâs fire stake was nowhere to be found too. Once Selena and Aishi noticed that they were left speechless.
ãWhy......ã
ãThis is a lie.....ã
The two were surprised at their magic disappearing without a trace.
The two didnât know how this magical beast was able to erase their magic. They encountered the types of beasts, which were immune to magic, before, but just like Seiya, Aishi cast her spells on the environment to slow them down.
The magical beasts arenât supposed to erase already cast spells.
The moment Seiya saw the lion-like beast, he remembered a certain magical beast. That beast caused them to suffer a lot in the Great Dalis Canyon before finally being defeated.
The white tiger beast with the lightning attribute. The beast before them resembled the lightning beast a lot. Thatâs why Seiya chose to avoid it before everything else.
Even if they are the magical beasts, a beast that can use magic is stronger than an average magician. They didnât have time to entangle themselves with something like this.
But with Selena and Aishi having launched an attack, they had no choice but to fight. The beast wouldnât have used magic as long as they would have kept running. However, once they showed the will to fight, it wonât restrain itself any longer.
This made their escape impossible.
ãLeave it to me and Yua. The rest should watch over the surroundings. Yua, I will approach it firstã
ãAll right.......be careful.......ã
ãYeahã
Seiya summoned his twin swords, the Hollins, and slowly walked towards the magical beast.
His movements showed no openings, yet it looked natural as if he was strolling in a city. The lion-like beast too slowly walked towards Seiya, but he could feel the thick killing intent from the beast.
The rest looked at him with worried eyes, only Yua wasnât anxious and had a firm belief in him.
When they were separated by no more than meters, Seiya moved into action. He put mana of the light attribute into his legs and accelerated, quickly shortening the distance between them.
The lion-like beast couldnât react to his sudden acceleration and lost sight of him. In the next moment, a cut appeared on its right front leg and blood flowed out.
Guruuaaaaa
Feeling the pain from the cut, the magical beast roared. However, in the next moment, the wound began to regenerate and was quickly healed.
Seeing it wounds recovering, he confirmed his speculations.
ãYua, it is fire-attributedã
ãWhat are you going to do?ã
ãWell, I should manage by myselfã
ãUnderstood......then Iâm watching you.........ã
If Seiya wanted to do it by himself, Yua had no intentions to stop him. This was a proof of her trust as well as her desire to not drag him down.
Seiya in the demon king mode can immediately dispatch a monster of this caliber. But with everyone present, forget about the demon king mode, most likely, he couldnât even show his dark attribute.
But even like that, he was stronger than Yua. Thatâs why she didnât want to get in his way or be hated by him.
ãThis is.....wha.......ã
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I must look terrible right now too. I was so confident that I would be able to become an amazing villainess! But look at me now....
My throat is still unbearably sore. And itâs so hard to breathe that Iâm sure anyone in the same room as me would notice.
Plus my body hurts so much that I canât move even an inch.
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Or at least, he tries to pass it to me, but I donât have enough strength to lift my arm and take it from him.
How am I supposed to drink this exactly? I canât even sit up straight.
Duke-Sama draws back the offered cup when I donât make any motion to grab it.
Iâm really sorry, Duke-Sama. I hope you understand that itâs just too painful for me to move right now.
The only sounds that can be heard are my labored breathing and gasps of pain.
I have no idea what sort of face Duke-Sama is making right now either.
But just as Iâm thinking that, I feel Duke-Samaâs hand sliding behind my neck.
And before I can even feel surprised at his sudden touch, his face appears directly in front of me.
, and he even smells great.
Then his face is drawing even closer and his lips are pressing against mine.
â? As we stay in that position, I feel a cool liquid entering my mouth.
I try to make sense of the situation, but Iâm so shocked that my mind doesnât seem to be working properly.
right now?
I swallow the liquid, and slowly my body starts to feel more comfortable. Even my breathing is starting to come more easily now.
Josiah really does work fast. Now that Iâve felt its effectiveness firsthand, I can appreciate just how amazing it is.
.....And, now that Iâm feeling better, letâs think about what just happened.
He put his soft lips onto mine.... and then fed me mouth-to-mouth?
Does this count as my first kiss?
.....Nah, it was on the same level as CPR... Just a lifesaving procedure, right? I mean, I was practically on the verge of death just now!
And if you consider my age, Iâm still only years old, you know. And Duke-Sama is .
Thereâs a whole five year age gap! So thereâs no way Duke-Sama would have had any of those sorts of thoughts while he was feeding me the medicine.
Iâm sure he was just being nice. He was just trying to help a little girl who was too weak to move take her medicine....
But... what if Iâm wrong? I need to think this through calmly and rationally. Thereâs nothing more annoying than dense and thickheaded girls, so I canât let myself fall prey to that inclination. Iâm not some facetious heroine after all. So, letâs
I donât think he would have saved me using that sort of mouth-to-mouth maneuver if I was someone he hated.
me?
But, probably not in a romantic capacity, right?
.....If he really does like me platonically though, that would be a disaster.
I mean, Duke-Samaâs supposed to fall in love with the heroine! Thatâs part of his character setting!
So, if he likes me as a friend and still treats me well even after I start bullying her, then that would just be me bullying the weak!
And no matter how much a villainess enjoys harassing people, she would never lay her hand on someone weak and defenseless for no reason!
Speaking of which, the heroine should be attending the magic academy now, right?
I wonder if heâs fallen in love with her yet?
Though if he has, he probably wouldnât have fed me using mouth-to-mouth, right?
My mind keeps going round in circles, questions popping up one after another. Since none of the guys ever seem to talk about what goes on at the academy, I have no way of knowing whatâs happening right now.
âAre you feeling better now?â Duke-Sama whispers, softly stroking my head.
! I feel like Iâm dying for a whole different reason now. If he keeps acting like this, I feel like my heart is going to leap right out of my chest. But somehow, this time I manage to maintain my presence of mind.
.....And my fully functioning, no longer fever crazed head finally remembered something.
Noble boys are purposely exposed to low level poisons and bacteria when they are young so that they can develop antibodies for the weaker viruses and such that they are likely to come across.
So it was no wonder they werenât worried about catching whatever I have....
By suffering a little when they are young, once they grow up they can take it a lot easier and donât have to worry as much.
When exactly is he planning on leaving, anyway....?
And I may not be sleeping at the moment, but I still have my eyes closed. Iâm basically making a sleeping face!
I really, really donât want him to be observing my sleeping face.
And the side effect of the Josiah is slowly setting in, making me feel sleepy. It seems that quick acting medication also has quick acting side effects.
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You needed easy access to the fields.
And for hundreds, even thousands of years, the home was really the center of life.
Life was very small for most people.
It was a center of entertainment, of energy production, of work, a center of health care.
That's where babies were born and people died.
Then, with industrialization, everything started to become centralized.
You had dirty factories that were moved to the outskirts of cities.
Production was centralized in assembly plants.
You had centralized energy production.
Learning took place in schools.
Health care took place in hospitals.
And then you had networks that developed.
You had water, sewer networks that allowed for this kind of unchecked expansion.
You had separated functions, increasingly.
You had rail networks that connected residential, industrial, commercial areas.
You had auto networks.
In fact, the model was really, give everybody a car, build roads to everything, and give people a place to park when they get there.
It was not a very functional model.
And we still live in that world, and this is what we end up with.
So you have the sprawl of LA, the sprawl of Mexico City.
You have these unbelievable new cities in China, which you might call tower sprawl.
They're all building cities on the model that we invented in the '50s and '60s, which is really obsolete, I would argue, and there are hundreds and hundreds of new cities that are being planned all over the world.
In China alone, 300 million people, some say 400 million people, will move to the city over the next 15 years.
That means building the equivalent of the entire built infrastructure of the US in 15 years.
Imagine that.
And we should all care about this whether you live in cities or not.
Cities will account for 90 percent of the population growth, 80 percent of the global CO2, 75 percent of energy use, but at the same time it's where people want to be, increasingly.
More than half the people now in the world live in cities, and that will just continue to escalate.
Cities are places of celebration, personal expression.
You have the flash mobs of pillow fights that -- I've been to a couple. They're quite fun.
You have -- Cities are where most of the wealth is created, and particularly in the developing world, it's where women find opportunities.
That's a lot of the reason why cities are growing very quickly.
Now there's some trends that will impact cities.
First of all, work is becoming distributed and mobile.
The office building is basically obsolete for doing private work.
The home, once again, because of distributed computation -- Communication is becoming a center of life, so it's a center of production and learning and shopping and health care and all of these things that we used to think of as taking place outside of the home.
And increasingly, everything that people buy, every consumer product, in one way or another, can be personalized.
And that's a very important trend to think about.
So this is my image of the city of the future.
In that it's a place for people, you know.
Maybe not the way people dress, but -- You know, the question now is, how can we have all the good things that we identify with cities without all the bad things?
This is Bangalore.
It took me a couple of hours to get a few miles in Bangalore last year.
So with cities, you also have congestion and pollution and disease and all these negative things.
How can we have the good stuff without the bad?
So we went back and started looking at the great cities that evolved before the cars.
Paris was a series of these little villages that came together, and you still see that structure today.
The 20 arrondissements of Paris are these little neighborhoods.
Most of what people need in life can be within a five- or 10-minute walk.
And if you look at the data, when you have that kind of a structure, you get a very even distribution of the shops and the physicians and the pharmacies and the cafes in Paris.
And then you look at cities that evolved after the automobile, and it's not that kind of a pattern.
There's very little that's within a five-minute walk of most areas of places like Pittsburgh.
but most American cities really have evolved this way.
So we said, well, let's look at new cities, and we're involved in a couple of new city projects in China.
So we said, let's start with that neighborhood cell.
We think of it as a compact urban cell.
So provide most of what most people want within that 20-minute walk.
This can also be a resilient electrical microgrid, community heating, power, communication networks, etc.
can be concentrated there.
Stewart Brand would put a micronuclear reactor right in the center, probably.
And he might be right.
And then we can form, in effect, a mesh network.
It's something of an Internet typology pattern, so you can have a series of these neighborhoods.
You can dial up the density -- about 20,000 people per cell, if it's Cambridge.
Go up to 50,000 if it's Manhattan density.
You connect everything with mass transit and you provide most of what most people need within that neighborhood.
You can begin to develop a whole typology of streetscapes and the vehicles that can go on them.
I won't go through all of them. I'll just show one.
This is Boulder. It's a great example of kind of a mobility parkway, a superhighway for joggers and bicyclists, where you can go from one end of the city to the other without crossing the street, and they also have bike-sharing, which I'll get into in a minute.
This is even a more interesting solution in Seoul, Korea.
They took the elevated highway, they got rid of it, they reclaimed the street, the river down below, below the street, and you can go from one end of Seoul to the other without crossing a pathway for cars.
The High Line in Manhattan is very similar.
You have these rapidly emerging bike lanes all over the world.
I lived in Manhattan for 15 years.
I went back a couple of weekends ago, took this photograph of these fabulous new bike lanes that they have installed.
They're still not to where Copenhagen is, where something like 42 percent of the trips within the city are by bicycle.
It's mostly just because they have fantastic infrastructure there.
We actually did exactly the wrong thing in Boston.
The Big Dig -- So we got rid of the highway but we created a traffic island, and it's certainly not a mobility pathway for anything other than cars.
Mobility on demand is something we've been thinking about, so we think we need an ecosystem of these shared-use vehicles connected to mass transit.
These are some of the vehicles that we've been working on.
But shared use is really key.
If you share a vehicle, you can have at least four people use one vehicle, as opposed to one.
We have Hubway here in Boston, the Vélib' system in Paris.
We've been developing, at the Media Lab, this little city car that is optimized for shared use in cities.
We got rid of all the useless things like engines and transmissions.
We moved everything to the wheels, so you have the drive motor, the steering motor, the breaking -- all in the wheel.
That left the chassis unencumbered, so you can do things like fold, so you can fold this little vehicle up to occupy a tiny little footprint.
This was a video that was on European television last week showing the Spanish Minister of Industry driving this little vehicle, and when it's folded, it can spin.
You don't need reverse. You don't need parallel parking.
You just spin and go directly in. So we've been working with a company to commercialize this.
My PhD student Ryan Chin presented these early ideas two years ago at a TEDx conference.
So what's interesting is, then if you begin to add new things to it, like autonomy, you get out of the car, you park at your destination, you pat it on the butt, it goes and it parks itself, it charges itself, and you can get something like seven times as many vehicles in a given area as conventional cars, and we think this is the future.
Actually, we could do this today. It's not really a problem.
We can combine shared use and folding and autonomy and we get something like 28 times the land utilization with that kind of strategy.
One of our graduate students then says, well, how does a driverless car communicate with pedestrians?
You have nobody to make eye contact with.
You don't know if it's going to run you over.
So he's developing strategies so the vehicle can communicate with pedestrians, so -- So the headlights are eyeballs, the pupils can dilate, we have directional audio, we can throw sound directly at people.
What I love about this project is he solved a problem that doesn't exist yet, so -- We also think that we can democratize access to bike lanes.
You know, bike lanes are mostly used by young guys in stretchy pants. So -- We think we can develop a vehicle that operates on bike lanes, accessible to elderly and disabled, women in skirts, businesspeople, and address the issues of energy congestion, mobility, aging and obesity simultaneously. That's our challenge.
This is an early design for this little three-wheel.
It's an electronic bike.
You have to pedal to operate it in a bike lane, but if you're an older person, that's a switch.
If you're a healthy person, you might have to work really hard to go fast.
You can dial in 40 calories going into work and 500 going home, when you can take a shower.
We hope to have that built this fall.
Housing is another area where we can really improve.
Mayor Menino in Boston says lack of affordable housing for young people is one of the biggest problems the city faces.
People say, we don't really want to live in a little teeny conventional apartment.
So we're saying, let's build a standardized chassis, much like our car. Let's bring advanced technology into the apartment, technology-enabled infill, give people the tools within this open-loft chassis to go through a process of defining what their needs and values and activities are, and then a matching algorithm will match a unique assembly of integrated infill components, furniture, and cabinetry, that are personalized to that individual, and they give them the tools
to go through the process and to refine it, and it's something like working with an architect, when you give an alternative to a person to react to.
Now, the most interesting implementation of that for us is when you can begin to have robotic walls, so your space can convert from exercise to a workplace, if you run a virtual company.
You have guests over, you have two guest rooms that are developed.
You have a conventional one-bedroom arrangement when you need it.
Maybe that's most of the time.
You have a dinner party.
The table folds out to fit 16 people in otherwise a conventional one-bedroom, or maybe you want a dance studio.
I mean, architects have been thinking about these ideas for a long time.
What we need to do now, develop things that can scale to those 300 million Chinese people that would like to live in the city, and very comfortably.
We think we can make a very small apartment that functions as if it's twice as big by utilizing these strategies.
I don't believe in smart homes. That's sort of a bogus concept.
I think you have to build dumb homes and put smart stuff in it.
And so we've been working on a chassis of the wall itself.
You know, standardized platform with the motors and the battery when it operates, little solenoids that will lock it in place and get low-voltage power.
We think this can all be standardized, and then people can personalize the stuff that goes into that wall, and like the car, we can integrate all kinds of sensing to be aware of human activity, so if there's a baby or a puppy in the way, you won't have a problem. So the developers say, well, this is great.
OK, so if we have a conventional building, we have a fixed envelope, maybe we can put in 14 units.
If they function as if they're twice as big, we can get 28 units in.
That means twice as much parking, though.
Parking's really expensive. It's about 70,000 dollars per space to build a conventional parking spot inside a building.
So if you can have folding and autonomy, you can do that in one-seventh of the space.
That goes down to 10,000 dollars per car, just for the cost of the parking.
You add shared use, and you can even go further.
We can also integrate all kinds of advanced technology through this process.
There's a path to market for innovative companies to bring technology into the home.
In this case, a project we're doing with Siemens.
We have sensors on all the furniture, all the infill, that understands where people are and what they're doing.
Blue light is very efficient, so we have these tunable 24-bit LED lighting fixtures.
It recognizes where the person is, what they're doing, fills out the light when necessary to full spectrum white light, over even conventional state-of-the-art lighting systems.
This just shows you the data that comes from the sensors that are embedded in the furniture.
We don't really believe in cameras to do things in homes.
We think these little wireless sensors are more effective.
We think we can also personalize sunlight.
That's sort of the ultimate personalization in some ways.
So we've looked at articulating mirrors of the facade that can throw shafts of sunlight anywhere into the space, therefore allowing you to shade most of the glass on a hot day like today.
In this case, she picks up her phone, she can map food preparation at the kitchen island to a particular location of sunlight.
This can be combined with LED lighting as well.
We think workplaces should be shared.
I mean, this is really the workplace of the future, I think.
This is Starbucks, you know.
And you see everybody has their back to the wall and they have food and coffee down the way and they're in their own little personal bubble.
We need shared spaces for interaction and collaboration.
We're not doing a very good job with that.
At the Cambridge Innovation Center, you can have shared desks.
I've spent a lot of time in Finland at the design factory of Aalto University, where the they have a shared shop and shared fab lab, shared quiet spaces, electronics spaces, recreation places.
We think ultimately, all of this stuff can come together, a new model for mobility, a new model for housing, a new model for how we live and work, a path to market for advanced technologies.
But in the end, the main thing we need to focus on are people.
Cities are all about people.
They're places for people.
the livability and creativity of cities like they've done in Melbourne with the laneways while at the same time dramatically reducing CO2 and energy.
It's a global imperative. We have to get this right.
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What are they going to do to her?
Iâm only getting bad feelings about this. I have to save her soon... But with my power, I canât do a thing to them. I should go call for help from Headquarters. Itâs so close. More importantly, I have to get treatment for Lyris soon!
But will I make it?
Itâs quite possible that Captain Remilia will be killed before I get help. If I go to Headquarters first, itâll be too late. If I could somehow contact them immediately, that would be best but...
I know! I canât use it, but maybe Lyris can use magic to contact somebody in the Headquarters. I rushed over to where Lyris was hiding.
âLyris, Iâm sorry for bothering you while youâre hurt like this.â
âW-, Whatâs up?â
âCan you use communication magic to contact the Headquarters?â
âHahh, hahh, letâs see. At this distance, maybe... Itâll be a bit tough, but Iâll do it.â
Lyris looked to be suffering a lot. Aah, if only I could use it. I bit my lip in frustration.
Iâm sorry for making you do this, even though youâre already in danger.
While I was hating myself due to the heavy wounds she had, she had finished chanting the spell.
âHahh, hahh, I... reached them.â
âThank you, Lyris.â
With this, they should know about the danger Captain Remilia is in, as well as Lyris and the Decarabia member in the hut.
All thatâs left is to find a way to rescue Captain Remilia, but...
Alright. Letâs go with hit and run. Iâll move about as I fire magical bullets to draw their attention. In the meanwhile, Iâll wait for reinforcements from either Headquarters, or Ms. Tilea.
Ms. Tilea should be just about done with the demon chief, so she should be heading this way.
Well then, time to take action. I left Lyrisâ side, and moved to the alley where the demons were. And then after hiding in their blind spot and finishing a chant, I created a magic circle.
A flame collided with Ortissio. Of course, Ortissio took no damage. The purpose was to draw his attention.
âTsk, who is it!â
He glared around with an enraged expression.
Uu-, w-, what pressure!?
I feel like Iâll faint at any moment.
I canât. If I faint now, Captain Remilia and Lyris will be in danger. I concentrated power into my stomach, and fired myself up.
Huu, this next part is critical. I created delayed magical bullets. And then I immediately moved. The magical bullets continued to fire in a way that concealed my location.
But delayed magic is difficult. Itâs taking quite a bit of control, so the power of my magical bullets is sharply decreased. Far from a demon, I bet even a beastman or well-trained human could ignore them.
But that doesnât matter. After all, even if I was firing these at full strength, they wouldnât even scratch a demon. I learnt that too well during my fight with Alcyune. Itâs fine if I just get their attention and buy time until reinforcements arrive.
After that, I concentrated on the details and continued to fire.
âF̲u̲c̲k̲! Whoâs been doing this! Whoâs been firing these s̲h̲i̲t̲t̲y magical bullets! If this fly keeps buzzing around, how am I going to disgrace Remilia! You lot, find it and kill it!â
ââSir.ââ
Ortissioâs subordinates scattered in all directions.
Alright, part one of the plan, success!
From now on their vigilance is going to be strict, so I need to be even more careful. I continued to use delayed magic until the reinforcements came. Will it be troops from Headquarters first, Ms. Tilea first, or will I be found and killed first?
I continued to have success for a while, but...
âWhere? Where the hell is it? Theyâre getting in the way of my fun time!â
Eventually Ortissio lost his patience, and seemed to snap. Now he was beginning to search by himself. From his vicious gaze, I felt like he wouldnât miss a single mistake.
T-, This bloodlust.
I canât fire any more magical bullets like this. It was hard with just his subordinates, and I was already walking a tightrope. But Ortissio is on a different level. Thereâs no way that I wouldnât be found if he was actually trying.
I curled up in my hiding place.
âS̲h̲i̲t̲, s̲h̲i̲t̲, S̲H̲I̲T̲T̲T̲! Where the f̲u̲c̲k̲ is it! Alright, I donât know who you are, but come out now. If you donât, Iâll kill Remilia!â
The moment he yelled that, he returned to Captain Remiliaâs side. It looks like he figured out that I was on her side. At this rate, sheâll be killed.
Should I fire another magical bullet to catch his attention?
Uu, it feels like heâll definitely find me. But if I just watch, Captain Remilia will definitely be killed.
Then itâs all for nothing now. I made up my mind, and gathered mana to fire a magical bullet.
âHYAHAHA! You idiot, Iâve got you now! I saw through the mana fluctuations. There!â
He found me!?
Ortissio headed my way with a mad smile.
Hii! Scary!
I used body reinforcement magic and ran away at full speed.
âHah! Geez, so the culprit was a human brat! You lot, block this cheeky bratâs escape!â
This is bad. His subordinates were chasing after me. Their bodies are all clearly stronger than mine. The distance was clearly closing.
âStop running about!â
Ortissio fired a magic bullet.
I immediately moved to avoid it. The high speed magic bullet just passed by me, and crashed into a wall in front. The wall tragically evaporated.
W-, What power...
A magic bullet that he lightly fired probably outclassed my magical bullet dozens of times.
I-, Iâm scared. Whatâs going to happen to me if I get caught...
I ran desperately. Fear and utmost anxiety caused my throat to parch. The overwhelming violence that approached from behind was sending fear rushing through my body. At the moment, Iâm only just barely staying conscious.
Like that, I continued to run in fear of Ortissio, but eventually I hit a dead end. Even if I tried to escape, dozens of his subordinates were surrounding me. Itâs hopeless.
âHeh, finally caught you. A little human DARES TO MAKE FOOLS OF US, HUUUUUUUUH!â
Ortissio slammed his fist into the ground in rage. The ground split, and loudly crumbled.
W-, What a punch!
If an attack like that even grazes me, Iâll lose my life for sure. I gulped, and keenly felt the cold sweat running down my back.
Aahh, are the reinforcements not here yet? Just how long is it going to take?
Neither reinforcements from Headquarters, nor Ms. Tilea are here yet. I collapsed against the wall, and slid to the floor.
âGirly, donât think that youâll die an easy death! The debt you owe for making fools of demons, Iâll be beating into your body until Iâm satisfied. Iâll turn you into a broken, sopping mess.â
âHii!â
The pressure caused a shriek to escape my lips. My body trembled in fear of the violence that was sure to come.
Aahh, somebody, somebody please, please save mee.
Ms. Tilea, Ms. Tilea, pleaseâ
âWhat âsopping messâ, you goddamned pervertt!â
âGAHAH-!â
While I was stricken with despair, a familiar voice called out.
As expected of Ms. Tilea. All of the seriousness just blew away.
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We humans are Earth's Pandoran species.
We're the ones who let the second replicator out of its box, and we can't push it back in.
We're seeing the consequences all around us.
Now that, I suggest, is the view that comes out of taking memetics seriously.
And it gives us a new way of thinking about not only what's going on on our planet, but what might be going on elsewhere in the cosmos.
So first of all, I'd like to say something about memetics and the theory of memes, and secondly, how this might answer questions about who's out there, if indeed anyone is.
So, memetics: memetics is founded on the principle of Universal Darwinism.
Darwin had this amazing idea.
Indeed, some people say it's the best idea anybody ever had.
Isn't that a wonderful thought, that there could be such a thing as a best idea anybody ever had?
Do you think there could?
Audience: No.
Susan Blackmore: Someone says no, very loudly, from over there.
Well, I say yes, and if there is, I give the prize to Darwin.
Why?
Because the idea was so simple, and yet it explains all design in the universe.
I would say not just biological design, but all of the design that we think of as human design.
It's all just the same thing happening.
What did Darwin say?
I know you know the idea, natural selection, but let me just paraphrase "The Origin of Species," 1859, in a few sentences.
What Darwin said was something like this: if you have creatures that vary, and that can't be doubted -- I've been to the Galapagos, and I've measured the size of the beaks and the size of the turtle shells and so on, and so on.
And 100 pages later.
And if there is a struggle for life, such that nearly all of these creatures die -- and this can't be doubted, I've read Malthus and I've calculated how long it would take for elephants to cover the whole world if they bred unrestricted, and so on and so on.
And another 100 pages later.
And if the very few that survive pass onto their offspring whatever it was that helped them survive, then those offspring must be better adapted to the circumstances in which all this happened than their parents were.
You see the idea?
If, if, if, then.
He had no concept of the idea of an algorithm, but that's what he described in that book, and this is what we now know as the evolutionary algorithm.
The principle is you just need those three things -- variation, selection and heredity.
And as Dan Dennett puts it, if you have those, then you must get evolution.
Or design out of chaos, without the aid of mind.
There's one word I love on that slide.
What do you think my favorite word is?
Audience: Chaos.
SB: Chaos? No. What? Mind? No.
Audience: Without.
SB: No, not without.
You try them all in order: Mmm...?
Audience: Must.
SB: Must, at must. Must, must.
This is what makes it so amazing.
You don't need a designer, or a plan, or foresight, or anything else.
If there's something that is copied with variation and it's selected, then you must get design appearing out of nowhere.
You can't stop it.
Must is my favorite word there.
Now, what's this to do with memes?
Well, the principle here applies to anything that is copied with variation and selection.
We're so used to thinking in terms of biology, we think about genes this way.
Darwin didn't, of course; he didn't know about genes.
He talked mostly about animals and plants, but also about languages evolving and becoming extinct.
But the principle of Universal Darwinism is that any information that is varied and selected will produce design.
And this is what Richard Dawkins was on about in his 1976 bestseller, "The Selfish Gene."
The information that is copied, he called the replicator.
It selfishly copies.
Not meaning it kind of sits around inside cells going, "I want to get copied."
But that it will get copied if it can, regardless of the consequences.
It doesn't care about the consequences because it can't, because it's just information being copied.
And he wanted to get away from everybody thinking all the time about genes, and so he said, "Is there another replicator out there on the planet?"
Ah, yes, there is.
Look around you -- here will do, in this room.
in its primeval soup of culture, is another replicator.
Information that we copy from person to person, by imitation, by language, by talking, by telling stories, by wearing clothes, by doing things.
This is information copied with variation and selection.
This is design process going on.
He wanted a name for the new replicator.
So, he took the Greek word "mimeme," which means that which is imitated.
Remember that, that's the core definition: that which is imitated.
And abbreviated it to meme, just because it sounds good and made a good meme, an effective spreading meme.
So that's how the idea came about.
It's important to stick with that definition.
The whole science of memetics is much maligned, much misunderstood, much feared.
But a lot of these problems can be avoided by remembering the definition.
A meme is not equivalent to an idea.
It's not an idea. It's not equivalent to anything else, really.
Stick with the definition.
It's that which is imitated, or information which is copied from person to person.
So, let's see some memes.
Well, you sir, you've got those glasses hung around your neck in that particularly fetching way.
I wonder whether you invented that idea for yourself, or copied it from someone else?
If you copied it from someone else, it's a meme.
And what about, oh, I can't see any interesting memes here.
All right everyone, who's got some interesting memes for me?
Oh, well, your earrings, I don't suppose you invented the idea of earrings.
You probably went out and bought them.
There are plenty more in the shops.
That's something that's passed on from person to person.
All the stories that we're telling -- well, of course, TED is a great meme-fest, masses of memes.
The way to think about memes, though, is to think, why do they spread?
They're selfish information, they will get copied, if they can.
But some of them will be copied because they're good, or true, or useful, or beautiful.
Some of them will be copied even though they're not.
Some, it's quite hard to tell why.
There's one particular curious meme which I rather enjoy.
And I'm glad to say, as I expected, I found it when I came here, and I'm sure all of you found it, too.
You go to your nice, posh, international hotel somewhere, and you come in and you put down your clothes and you go to the bathroom, and what do you see?
Audience: Bathroom soap.
SB: Pardon?
Audience: Soap.
SB: Soap, yeah. What else do you see?
Audience: SB: Mmm mmm.
Audience: Sink, toilet!
SB: Sink, toilet, yes, these are all memes, they're all memes, but they're sort of useful ones, and then there's this one.
What is this one doing?
This has spread all over the world.
when you arrived in your bathrooms here.
But I took this photograph in a toilet at the back of a tent in the eco-camp in the jungle in Assam.
Who folded that thing up there, and why?
Some people get carried away.
Other people are just lazy and make mistakes.
Some hotels exploit the opportunity to put even more memes with a little sticker.
What is this all about?
I suppose it's there to tell you that somebody's cleaned the place, and it's all lovely.
And you know, actually, all it tells you is that another person has potentially spread germs from place to place.
So, think of it this way.
Imagine a world full of brains and far more memes than can possibly find homes.
The memes are all trying to get copied -- trying, in inverted commas -- i.e., that's the shorthand for, if they can get copied, they will.
They're using you and me as their propagating, copying machinery, and we are the meme machines.
Now, why is this important?
Why is this useful, or what does it tell us?
It gives us a completely new view of human origins and what it means to be human, all conventional theories of cultural evolution, of the origin of humans, and what makes us so different from other species.
All other theories explaining the big brain, and language, and tool use and all these things that make us unique, are based upon genes.
Language must have been useful for the genes.
Tool use must have enhanced our survival, mating and so on.
It always comes back, as Richard Dawkins complained all that long time ago, it always comes back to genes.
The point of memetics is to say, "Oh no, it doesn't."
There are two replicators now on this planet.
From the moment that our ancestors, perhaps two and a half million years ago or so, began imitating, there was a new copying process.
Copying with variation and selection.
A new replicator was let loose, and it could never be -- right from the start -- it could never be that human beings who let loose this new creature, could just copy the useful, beautiful, true things, and not copy the other things.
While their brains were having an advantage from being able to copy -- lighting fires, keeping fires going, new techniques of hunting, these kinds of things -- inevitably they were also copying putting feathers in their hair, or wearing strange clothes, or painting their faces, or whatever.
So, you get an arms race between the genes which are trying to get the humans to have small economical brains and not waste their time copying all this stuff, and the memes themselves, like the sounds that people made and copied -- in other words, what turned out to be language -- competing to get the brains to get bigger and bigger.
So, the big brain, on this theory, is driven by the memes.
This is why, in "The Meme Machine," I called it memetic drive.
As the memes evolve, as they inevitably must, they drive a bigger brain that is better at copying the memes that are doing the driving.
This is why we've ended up with such peculiar brains, that we like religion, and music, and art.
Language is a parasite that we've adapted to, not something that was there originally for our genes, on this view.
And like most parasites, it can begin dangerous, but then it coevolves and adapts, and we end up with a symbiotic relationship with this new parasite.
And so, from our perspective, we don't realize that that's how it began.
So, this is a view of what humans are.
All other species on this planet are gene machines only, they don't imitate at all well, hardly at all.
We alone are gene machines and meme machines as well.
The memes took a gene machine and turned it into a meme machine.
But that's not all.
We have a new kind of memes now.
I've been wondering for a long time, since I've been thinking about memes a lot, is there a difference between the memes that we copy -- the words we speak to each other, the gestures we copy, the human things -- and all these technological things around us?
I have always, until now, called them all memes, but I do honestly think now we need a new word for technological memes.
Let's call them techno-memes or temes.
Because the processes are getting different.
We began, perhaps 5,000 years ago, with writing.
We put the storage of memes out there on a clay tablet, but in order to get true temes and true teme machines, you need to get the variation, the selection and the copying, all done outside of humans.
And we're getting there.
We're at this extraordinary point where we're nearly there, that there are machines like that.
And indeed, in the short time I've already been at TED, I see we're even closer than I thought we were before.
So actually, now the temes are forcing our brains to become more like teme machines.
Our children are growing up very quickly learning to read, learning to use machinery.
We're going to have all kinds of implants, drugs that force us to stay awake all the time.
We'll think we're choosing these things, but the temes are making us do it.
So, we're at this cusp now of having a third replicator on our planet.
Now, what about what else is going on out there in the universe?
Is there anyone else out there?
People have been asking this question for a long time.
We've been asking it here at TED already.
In 1961, Frank Drake made his famous equation, but I think he concentrated on the wrong things.
It's been very productive, that equation.
He wanted to estimate N, the number of communicative civilizations out there in our galaxy, and he included in there the rate of star formation, the rate of planets, but crucially, intelligence.
I think that's the wrong way to think about it.
Intelligence appears all over the place, in all kinds of guises.
Human intelligence is only one kind of a thing.
But what's really important is the replicators you have and the levels of replicators, one feeding on the one before.
So, I would suggest that we don't think intelligence, we think replicators.
And on that basis, I've suggested a different kind of equation.
A very simple equation.
N, the same thing, the number of communicative civilizations out there [that] we might expect in our galaxy.
Just start with the number of planets there are in our galaxy.
The fraction of those which get a first replicator.
The fraction of those that get the second replicator.
The fraction of those that get the third replicator.
Because it's only the third replicator that's going to reach out -- sending information, sending probes, getting out there, and communicating with anywhere else.
OK, so if we take that equation, why haven't we heard from anybody out there?
Because every step is dangerous.
Getting a new replicator is dangerous.
You can pull through, we have pulled through, but it's dangerous.
Take the first step, as soon as life appeared on this earth.
We may take the Gaian view.
I loved Peter Ward's talk yesterday -- it's not Gaian all the time.
Actually, life forms produce things that kill themselves.
Well, we did pull through on this planet.
But then, a long time later, billions of years later, we got the second replicator, the memes.
That was dangerous, all right.
Think of the big brain.
How many mothers do we have here?
You know all about big brains.
They are dangerous to give birth to, are agonizing to give birth to.
My cat gave birth to four kittens, purring all the time.
Ah, mm -- slightly different.
But not only is it painful, it kills lots of babies, it kills lots of mothers, and it's very expensive to produce.
The genes are forced into producing all this myelin, all the fat to myelinate the brain.
Do you know, sitting here, your brain is using about 20 percent of your body's energy output for two percent of your body weight?
It's a really expensive organ to run.
Why? Because it's producing the memes.
Now, it could have killed us off. It could have killed us off, and maybe it nearly did, but you see, we don't know.
But maybe it nearly did.
Has it been tried before?
What about all those other species?
Louise Leakey talked yesterday about how we're the only one in this branch left.
What happened to the others?
Could it be that this experiment in imitation, this experiment in a second replicator, is dangerous enough to kill people off?
Well, we did pull through, and we adapted.
But now, we're hitting, as I've just described, we're hitting the third replicator point.
And this is even more dangerous -- well, it's dangerous again.
Why? Because the temes are selfish replicators and they don't care about us, or our planet, or anything else.
They're just information, why would they?
They are using us to suck up the planet's resources to produce more computers, and more of all these amazing things we're hearing about here at TED.
Don't think, "Oh, we created the Internet for our own benefit."
That's how it seems to us.
Think, temes spreading because they must.
We are the old machines.
Now, are we going to pull through?
What's going to happen?
What does it mean to pull through?
Well, there are kind of two ways of pulling through.
One that is obviously happening all around us now, is that the temes turn us into teme machines, with these implants, with the drugs, with us merging with the technology.
And why would they do that?
Because we are self-replicating.
We have babies.
We make new ones, and so it's convenient to piggyback on us, because we're not yet at the stage on this planet where the other option is viable.
Although it's closer, I heard this morning, it's closer than I thought it was.
Where the teme machines themselves will replicate themselves.
That way, it wouldn't matter if the planet's climate was utterly destabilized, and it was no longer possible for humans to live here.
Because those teme machines, they wouldn't need -- they're not squishy, wet, oxygen-breathing, warmth-requiring creatures.
They could carry on without us.
So, those are the two possibilities.
The second, I don't think we're that close.
It's coming, but we're not there yet.
The first, it's coming too.
But the damage that is already being done to the planet is showing us how dangerous the third point is, that third danger point, getting a third replicator.
And will we get through this third danger point, like we got through the second and like we got through the first?
Maybe we will, maybe we won't.
I have no idea.
Chris Anderson: That was an incredible talk.
SB: Thank you. I scared myself.
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If we could free ourselves from our education?
What would these unseen forms look like?
Would they surprise us? Would they intrigue us?
Would they delight us?
If so, then how can we go about creating something that is truly new?
I propose we look to nature.
Nature has been called the greatest architect of forms.
And I'm not saying that we should copy nature, I'm not saying we should mimic biology, instead I propose that we can borrow nature's processes.
We can abstract them and to create something that is new.
Nature's main process of creation, morphogenesis, is the splitting of one cell into two cells.
And these cells can either be identical, or they can be distinct from each other through asymmetric cell division.
If we abstract this process, and simplify it as much as possible, then we could start with a single sheet of paper, one surface, and we could make a fold and divide the surface into two surfaces.
We're free to choose where we make the fold.
And by doing so, we can differentiate the surfaces.
Through this very simple process, we can create an astounding variety of forms.
Now, we can take this form and use the same process to generate three-dimensional structures, but rather than folding things by hand, we'll bring the structure into the computer, and code it as an algorithm.
And in doing so, we can suddenly fold anything.
We can fold a million times faster, we can fold in hundreds and hundreds of variations.
And as we're seeking to make something three-dimensional, we start not with a single surface, but with a volume.
A simple volume, the cube.
If we take its surfaces and fold them again and again and again and again, then after 16 iterations, 16 steps, we end up with 400,000 surfaces and a shape that looks, for instance, like this.
And if we change where we make the folds, if we change the folding ratio, then this cube turns into this one.
We can change the folding ratio again to produce this shape, or this shape.
So we exert control over the form by specifying the position of where we're making the fold, but essentially you're looking at a folded cube.
And we can play with this.
We can apply different folding ratios to different parts of the form to create local conditions.
We can begin to sculpt the form.
And because we're doing the folding on the computer, we are completely free of any physical constraints.
So that means that surfaces can intersect themselves, they can become impossibly small.
We can make folds that we otherwise could not make.
Surfaces can become porous.
They can stretch. They can tear.
And all of this expounds the scope of forms that we can produce.
But in each case, I didn't design the form.
I designed the process that generated the form.
In general, if we make a small change to the folding ratio, which is what you're seeing here, then the form changes correspondingly.
But that's only half of the story -- 99.9 percent of the folding ratios produce not this, but this, the geometric equivalent of noise.
The forms that I showed before were made actually through very long trial and error.
A far more effective way to create forms, I have found, is to use information that is already contained in forms.
A very simple form such as this one actually contains a lot of information that may not be visible to the human eye.
So, for instance, we can plot the length of the edges.
White surfaces have long edges, black ones have short ones.
We can plot the planarity of the surfaces, their curvature, instantly visible to you, but that we can bring out, that we can articulate, and that we can use to control the folding.
So now I'm not specifying a single ratio anymore to fold it, but instead I'm establishing a rule, I'm establishing a link between a property of a surface and how that surface is folded.
And because I've designed the process and not the form, I can run the process again and again and again to produce a whole family of forms.
These forms look elaborate, but the process is a very minimal one.
There is a simple input, it's always a cube that I start with, and it's a very simple operation -- it's making a fold, and doing this over and over again.
So let's bring this process to architecture.
How? And at what scale?
I chose to design a column.
Columns are architectural archetypes.
They've been used throughout history to express ideals about beauty, about technology.
A challenge to me was how we could express this new algorithmic order in a column.
I started using four cylinders.
Through a lot of experimentation, these cylinders eventually evolved into this.
And these columns, they have information at very many scales.
We can begin to zoom into them.
The closer one gets, the more new features one discovers.
Some formations are almost at the threshold of human visibility.
And unlike traditional architecture, it's a single process that creates both the overall form and the microscopic surface detail.
These forms are undrawable.
An architect who's drawing them with a pen and a paper or it would take even a year to draw all the sections, all of the elevations, you can only create something like this through an algorithm.
The more interesting question, perhaps, is, are these forms imaginable?
Usually, an architect can somehow envision the end state of what he is designing.
In this case, the process is deterministic.
There's no randomness involved at all, but it's not entirely predictable.
There's too many surfaces, there's too much detail, one can't see the end state.
So this leads to a new role for the architect.
One needs a new method to explore all of the possibilities that are out there.
For one thing, one can design many variants of a form, in parallel, and one can cultivate them.
And to go back to the analogy with nature, one can begin to think in terms of populations, one can talk about permutations, about generations, about crossing and breeding to come up with a design.
And the architect is really, he moves into the position of being an orchestrator of all of these processes.
But enough of the theory.
At one point I simply wanted to jump inside this image, so to say, I bought these red and blue 3D glasses, got up very close to the screen, but still that wasn't the same as being able to walk around and touch things.
So there was only one possibility -- to bring the column out of the computer.
There's been a lot of talk now about 3D printing.
For me, or for my purpose at this moment, there's still too much of an unfavorable tradeoff between scale, on the one hand, and resolution and speed, on the other.
So instead, we decided to take the column, and we decided to build it as a layered model, What you're looking at here is an X-ray of the column that you just saw, viewed from the top.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, because we had only seen the outside, the surfaces were continuing to fold themselves, to grow on the inside of the column, which was quite a surprising discovery.
From this shape, we calculated a cutting line, and then we gave this cutting line to a laser cutter to produce -- and you're seeing a segment of it here -- very many thin slices, individually cut, on top of each other.
And this is a photo now, it's not a rendering, and the column that we ended up with after a lot of work, ended up looking remarkably like the one that we had designed in the computer.
Almost all of the details, almost all of the surface intricacies were preserved.
But it was very labor intensive.
There's a huge disconnect at the moment still between the virtual and the physical.
It took me several months to design the column, but ultimately it takes the computer about 30 seconds to calculate all of the 16 million faces.
The physical model, on the other hand, is 2,700 layers, one millimeter thick, it weighs 700 kilos, it's made of sheet that can cover this entire auditorium.
And the cutting path that the laser followed goes from here to the airport and back again.
But it is increasingly possible.
Machines are getting faster, it's getting less expensive, and there's some promising technological developments just on the horizon.
These are images from the Gwangju Biennale.
And in this case, I used ABS plastic to produce the columns, we used the bigger, faster machine, and they have a steel core inside, so they're structural, they can bear loads for once.
Each column is effectively a hybrid of two columns.
if there's a mirror behind the column that creates a sort of an optical illusion.
So where does this leave us?
I think this project gives us a glimpse of the unseen objects that await us if we as architects begin to think about designing not the object, but a process to generate objects.
I've shown one simple process that was inspired by nature; there's countless other ones.
In short, we have no constraints.
Instead, we have processes in our hands right now that allow us to create structures at all scales that we couldn't even have dreamt up.
And, if I may add, at one point we will build them.
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ãããŒãªããå¯ãã... | At last, todayâs the first day of Comiket. Unlike the congoers, we have some leeway to enter in the morning.
I get my makeup done at the hotel, then go to the venue with a temporary wig on.
Iâll put on the costume Kaoru-san gave me in the dressing room.
Around me are other male cosplayers changing into their respective costumes.
The moment I walked inside, I saw peopleâs eyes widen in surprise.
Theyâre probably amazed by the quality of my makeup.
âHuh? A girl?â
âNo, this is the menâs dressing room, right? Thatâs a guy.â
âThatâs some insane quality.â
Voices like these can be heard while I put on my costume.
âI must be high.â
âStaff, get back to work!!!â
While hearing these comments, I change my wig.
I was wearing a random blond wig, but now Iâm going to put on one that matches Yuka Shirahimeâs hair color.
âWait. No way...â
âSo, she really was a guy...?â
I thought I heard comments that seemed like they recognized me, but it could also have been my imagination.
Lots of people are talking, after all.
When I look at myself in the mirror I brought, I see a charming reflection.
Iâll be Yuka Shirahime for a while.
I have to enjoy my first-ever Comiketâª
{Kaoru-oneechan, Yura-oneechan, sorry to keep you waitingâª}
âOh, Yuka-chan!!!
Mm! W-Welcome back.â
âWelcome back, Yuka-chan!â
Yuki, dressed as Yuka Shirahime, returns to Kaoruâs booth.
{Hehe, how do I look? Do I look good?}
âYeah! You look amazing.â
âReally cute!!!â
{Iâm happy to hear that⪠So, what should I do?}
âThe convention will open soon, so could you help us sell things?â
{Sure, leave it to me!}
After setting up the display, the three of them waited for the opening time.
âSorry to keep you waiting, the Comic Market will start now!â
The venue is filled with applause.
Yuki, Kaoru, and Yura also applaud along with everyone else.
âAll right, Yura, Yuka-chan, are you ready?â
{Yup! Iâm ready!}
âThe war begins!â
Otakus swarm Kaoruâs well-known circle to buy copies of her work.
At a glance, one could guess that around people are heading towards her circle in the first wave.
âI think those people will be here soon based on their walking route, so brace yourselves!â
And so, they begin entertaining the people who lined up in front of their circle.
âIâd like two of the new book sets, please.â
âSure, thatâll be yen for two new book sets!â
âHere you go.â
âThank you very much! Here are your two new book sets!â
âThank you, and Iâll keep supporting you, Yuru-sensei. Keep it up!â
âThank you very much!â
âIâd like three of the new book sets, please.â
{Three new book sets, right? Thatâs... 500 yen, onii-chan!}
âNhah?!â
Despite taking a mental hit, the man managed to hand over the money. After receiving his orders, he left.
âIâd like four of the new book sets, please.â
âSure, thatâs four new book sets! Thatâll be 6000 yen, please!â
âThank you very much! Hereâs your order!â
âThanks.â
This kind of interaction went on for three hours.
âPhew! Weâre sold out!â
âBoth of you did well!â
âWe only have the old books left now, so we should be able to relax. Maybe I should announce on Tweeter that weâre sold out.â
{Handling a circle booth is exhausting. Todayâs the first time I realized that!}
âIâm used to it, but today was particularly busy. Having you around really helped, Yuka-chan!â
While they talked, four people came to their now quiet and sold-out booth.
âUm, this is Yuru Kakizaki-senseiâs booth, correct?â
âThatâs right.â
âOh, thank goodness! We managed to get your new book through an acquaintance, but we thought itâd be less bothersome if we came to see you after youâve sold out!â
âAnd actually, we were hoping we could take a picture of Yuka-chan!â
{Huh? Me?}
âWe always watch your streams!
Your 3D model is cute, but seeing you in person is just as adorable, itâs almost unfair!!!â
âIâm always watching too!
Youâre so cute in person... Are you really a guy...?â
{Mhh, I am more or less a male, onee-chan!}
âO-Onee-chan...?â
âHey, hey, I watch your streams, too!
But wow... Hmm, thatâs a great costume.â
{Wait... are you perhaps Rin-oneechan who sent me a red Super Chat?}
âNo way. You remember me?!
Wow! Iâm so happy!!!â
âWhy is your cover always blown immediately...â
The man who said that is dressed like an oil tycoon.
{Your clothes... are you Mr. Oil Baron?}
âAh, I was bound to get caught, huh? I always watch your streams, thanks for the wholesome videos! Iâll continue to support you, so keep up the good work!â
{Mm-hm! Thank you, Oil Baron-oniichan!}
âGuh!â
âIâm the only one left out...â
{I-Iâm sorry about that, onii-chan.}
âJust those words alone brought me back to life. Thank you.â
{No, I should be the one thanking you! Iâm so happy you came to see me!}
âAh... Youâre too cute to be a guy! Right, fellas?â
âYeah.â
âThis unanimous agreement kinda makes me laugh.â
{Oh, you wanted to take a picture, right, onii-chans?}
âCan we?â
{Mm-hm! What pose do you want me to make?}
âCould we have you smiling and doing a peace sign?â
{Like this?}
The sound of the camera shutter echoes.
âAh! Iâll treasure this foreverrrrr!!!â
âThanks, Yuka-chan.â
âSheâs too cute...â
âThank you, Yura-sensei, Yuka-chan. Please keep up the good work!â
âSee you in the Super Chats!â
âWeâre supporting you, so keep at it!!!â
{Yeah! Thank you, onii-chans, onee-chans! I plan to go to the cosplay plaza tomorrow, so we might meet again!}
âWeâre hoping to see you there!â
With that, they wave their hands goodbye and walk toward another booth.
âHow do you feel right now, Yuka-chan?â
{Iâm thrilled they came all this way to see me!}
âRight? Letâs keep doing our best, Yuka-chan.â
{Yeah!}
âLeave the costume modeling to me!â
Once the clock struck four, it was time to pack up.
In addition to the previous group, several other people came specifically to see me. I was so happy.
I hope they enjoy my voice packs.
[Cuteness overload] A Yuka Shirahime Thread 3 [A trap]
346: Name: Oil Baron
Iâm going to download and listen to the voice packs immediately.
347: Name: Anon Onii-chan
>>346
oh, youre here too, oil baron? iâm about to listen to them as well.
348: Name: Anon Onee-chan
>>347
I just got back as well.
Iâm going to download it immediately.
Still, Yuka-chanâs book is peak tee-tee...
349: Name: Anon Onee-chan
Short time no see, I just got home too.
I finished downloading mine a while ago, so Iâm off to listen.
350: Name: Prophet
lemme join too...
why couldnât i be there today...
i mean, im going tomorrow, but yeah...
could you at least share with me your thoughts on the voice packs...
351: Name: Oil Baron
352: Name: Anon Onii-chan
353: Name: Anon Onee-chan
I only have the onee-chan version, is that okay with you?
354: Name: Prophet
thanks guys. this makes me feel warm and fuzzy somehow.
6 hours later...
419: Name: Prophet
helloooo?
how was it, guys?
420: Name: Prophet
huh? did everyone seriously vanish?
421: Name: Prophet
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If this was similar to my skill, Intimidating Eyes, then the effect should wear off in a few seconds...
âWoah...!â
My body was suddenly able to move again.
At the same time, the arrow I had nocked was unleashed. It shot towards the boss lion on the rock.
Paaaoooonnn!
Out of nowhere, an elephant monster appeared and shot the arrow down with water from its trunk.
The water pressure must have been tremendous, as while it was an ordinary arrow, it was currently strengthened with an aura of light.
Also, its savanna friends had increased a little too much.
It wasnât just female lions that the boss lion could call. But it was even calling lions, giraffes and zebras as well.
Had they all looked like cute animals, I might have felt bad about killing them. But they were all designed as frightening monsters.
While there were some exceptions, most of the enemies in NSO were made to look vicious and something you would want to defeat.
Now, there were two ways to deal with a boss that called its friends.
Ignore the others and kill the boss, or kill the friends first and then take on the boss...
If the boss is weak and can be defeated quickly, or the allies are weak, and you could ignore them, then you might pick the first option.
As I hadnât attacked the boss lion yet, I didnât know if its friends could heal it, but I already knew that a lot of them were able to attack.
Not only the female lions, but rhinoceroses and hippopotamuses were charging at me as well.
Thankfully, their movements were simple, and I had Garbow, so they werenât a threat.
As they were based on animals of the savannah, there were a lot of physical attacks, which meant that Metal Body was able to reduce a lot of the damage.
Perhaps it would be best to let Garbow handle them, and I could take on the boss lion.
I looked at the boss lion and aimed... Wait, I wonât be able to move if I look at its eyes!
But it was difficult to aim at the lion without meeting its eyes, because it was staring at me.
Apparently, I was quite gifted with the bow, but even I couldnât hit a target without looking at it properly.
Then what about Iâm Arrow?
Our eyes wouldnât meet if I was spinning, but I would still have to look at the enemy before shooting it.
It was still an arrow, after all...
I would also stop it with Intimidating Eyes!
Glare back with my sharp, intense eyes!
...Hmm, no.
Either it was because the lion was stronger than me, or had a superior skill...
Well, it was really a matter of what was scarier. Being stared at by a lion or some old man.
Iâm sure being stared at by a strange old man is scary in its own way, but itâs still better than being stared at by a lion.
You could at least talk to humans... No, this was no time to be thinking about such things.
In the end, that lion was the dungeonâs boss. This would never end unless I defeated it...
In order to shoot it without meeting its eyes...I will have to curve the trajectory.
Instead of looking at the lion, Iâll look at a space close to it and shoot.
Kiririri... Shu!
I didnât hear anything. Did I miss?
Thatâs right, I just donât have to see its eyes. So I can look at the lionâs butt instead.
This should be easy...
â...!?â
The lion turned its body and our eyes met.
I see. Even though it doesnât attack, it makes an effort to make our eyes meet...
Every time my body froze, the lion would roar and the number of friends would increase.
Should I kill them first...?
No, Garbow was doing just fine. I had to target the boss.
This time I unleashed the arrow so that I wasnât looking at the lionâs body.
Kiriri...Shu! Chi...!
I heard the sound of it grazing something.
Alright, I was slowly getting the hang of it.
Once I was able to hit it consistently, I would use a skill or charge attack...!
Kiririri... Shu! Zhunk!
Yes...!
I was now able to hit while changing the trajectory of the arrow.
âBurning Arrow!â
That being said, if I used an Arrow Storm fused charge attack, I would not be able to resist if the enemy suddenly got close to me. And so I would chip away at its HP with an ordinary skill.
And so I decided to use Letter Arrow.
Perhaps I would find its weakness.
âLetter Arrow!â
â King Lion
Attribute: Wild Beast
Skill: Eyes of the Beast King, Bond Roar
Description:
King of the beasts who lives in the savannah.
While he is strong and tough, he does not usually fight.
He will show his true strength when many of his friends are hurt.
Eyes of the Beast King definitely sounded like a stronger version of Intimidating Eyes.
And Bond Roar must be a skill to call its friends.
As far as any other information...there was âHe will show his true strength when many of his friends are hurt.â
In other words, the lion wouldnât move until a certain number of the others were destroyed.
And so I should deal as much damage as I could before that happens.
GRRRRRAAAAAARR!!
The boss lion roared and then jumped down from its rock.
So, Garbow had already defeated that many...!
Reliable as always!
I would have to ensure that his efforts did not go to waste.
Once the king was on the ground, it was just an ordinary beast.
Iâll hit it right as it lands...!
And so I aimed at the ground under it and closed my eyes.
âBurning Arrow Storm!â
The king of the beasts didnât have wings.
It could not move in mid air.
And so I heard the moment that the boss lion fell to the ground and was exposed to the storm of arrows.
When the chain of arrows died down, I opened my eyes.
The boss lion and all of its friends were gone.
While I had said there were two ways to deal with these kinds of bosses, there was actually a rd way.
Attack all of them at the same time...
Getting rid of its friends while racking up damage on the boss. It was the easiest way.
âCongratulations on defeating the boss-nyon! Hey, the savannah is burning!?â
Charin appeared and then looked surprised.
Now I look like the villain...
âWell, I can easily erase fire-nyon.â
Charin snapped her fingers and the fire disappeared and the trees and grass returned.
I didnât want to accept the medal in a burning wasteland, so I was thankful.
âNow that things are back to normal, here is your medal-nyon!â
The Leo medal had the coolest design of any of the medals I had acquired up until now.
The constellation was on the front, and there was a realistic lion depicted on the back.
It was no wonder that it was called the king of the beasts.
Among all wild animals, there was something regal about lions.
âAnd your reward is âEyes of the Lion Kingâ-nyon!â
What she handed to me...was two eyeballs.
Getting parts from monsters that you defeated was normal in games, but it felt a little grim in VR games.
Donât worry. This is just a game. Nothing sad happened to an animal in real life.
These eyeballs would surely help make me stronger...
âNow, you will be warped out of the dungeon! Good work-nyon!â
The first thing I did when I was outside of the cave was stretch my back and arms.
While I had been bathed in plenty of sunlight during the boss fight, it had not been relaxing due to a certain lion staring at me.
Now, there was only one trial left! It was time for the Virgo labyrinth! | {
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A hard, metallic sound rang out in the encampment in the forest where they had docked their Flygear Carrier. The ones who made the noise were Leone and Liselotte. Leone stopped swinging her black greatsword Artifact in her hand and let out a deep sigh.
ã......No can do. It doesnât give in at all!ã
She tried to dismantle the giant tail of the Dragon God that she had cut off into smaller pieces, but the overly tough dragon scales prevented her from ever cutting through it from the outside, her blade couldnât penetrate it at all.
It possessed terrifying resiliency that far surpassed steel. She walked closer to look more closely at the place she swung her sword to, but not even a single scratch remained.
ãWith such a high endurance, this would be immensely useful if it could be processed into weapons or armorââthough, conversely speaking, itâs too resilient to be processed at all......ã
If they brought it back to the Knight Academy and had Principal Miliera or Special Envoy Theodore take a look at it, they might be able to put it to good use. But, what Leone was thinking about was how they could use it to help the survivors of Lekrea as well as the people in the surrounding areas who were experiencing famine.
ãIt seems like there is no other way to cut the meat than to carve it out from the open wound, after all!ã
Liselotte also stopped her hand and walked a bit to stand in front of the open wound of the giant tail.
Leone lined up beside Liselotte. The open wound, which should have been cut perfectly clean, already had one large missing chunk.
Whose handiwork was that, they didnât need to say it. The sizzling sound of meat cooking and the joyful chatter reached all the way to Leoneâs ears.
ãUwaaaahhh!! Smells sooooo good! Look at all that meat juice! I donât think Iâve seen one that leaks so much juice!ã
ãYouâre right. Maybe itâs different because itâs dragon meat. Iâve already heard of its deliciousness, but Iâve never actually eaten it before!ã
Inglis and Rafinha were in the middle of roasting a lump of meat that was taller than even an adult man. Inglis used a spear they had brought on the Flygear Carrier to prop the meat up on one hand while roasting it using a fire she produced on one the other hand.
This was part of training too... though to count as one, it felt a bit too underwhelming for Inglis, but it wasnât bad. By doing it this way, she could also turn the meat front to back finely and let the fire pass through every corner of the meat.
A girl as mystifyingly beautiful as Inglis roasting a lump of meat larger than her height with one hand would be an odd sight to the unfamiliar eye. However, all the people here had just witnessed Inglis joyfully carrying back the entire massive tail of the Dragon God, so no one could question Inglis for her actions.
As the cousins gazed at the meat as it gradually cooked, their eyes shone with a dreamy, enraptured look of happiness.
ãAah, this is dreamy! Come to think of it, I decided I would eat my fill of local Alucardian delicacies, but I never got around to it, so this is a first! Itâs not exactly an Alucard delicacies, but itâs even rarer than any delicacies!ã
ãYes. Dragon meat is almost a legendary food ingredient, and it would make a great souvenir that we promised our Mothers. Iâm sure they will be love it.ã
ãOh. I like the sound of it! Ah, but wonât it spoil and become inedible on our way carrying it back to Ymir?ã
ãWe can just cure it and prepare it for a long shelf life.ã
ãOoh. That we can! Letâs make a lot of cured dragon meat later then!ã
ãYeah. Letâs.ã
ãBefore that though, weâre going to savor some freshly cooked dragon meat first! Fufufu......I feel bad for mother and aunt, but this is our privilege for being here! Hey, hey, donât you think itâs ready?ã
ãI think we need to cook it a bit longer. Itâs such a huge lump after all, the fire will take time to seep through...ã
ãEeeeh?? Still not ready? It smells so good already, you know? Just who was it who said we should roast such a huge chunk of meat!ã
ã......It was you, Rani. You said the bigger the chunk the more impressive and the tastier it will be!ã
ãBut we wouldnât know until we tried! This is a girlâs dream and yearning, you know?ã
ãWell, I canât deny that!ã
ãNo, donât lump all of us girls into your category......ã
ãWell, it does look impressive, indeed...ã
Leone and Liselotte walked back and voiced their opinions, dumbfounded.
ãLeone, Liselotte, how did it go?ã
ãNo good. The dragon scales are too tough, my blade canât penetrate it!ã
ãI wish we could use it for something good here. The food that we will distribute to the people will have to be carved out from the cross section, however...ã
ãI guess I will have to try it later. There are some things I need to prepare beforehand, too.ã
ãEh? Prepare for what?ã
ãHm, well......for safety? No, to make the fight much more enjoyable and last much longer?ã
ãWhich one!!ã
ãThe difference between the two is a bit too big......ã
ãWell, donât worry. I wonât do anything bad to it.ã
While Inglis was conversing with Leone and Liselotte...
ãKYAAaaaAAAaaahh! Whads dis sooooo tasdhyyyyyyyyyy?! Any other meat canât compare to this!ã
Rafinha yelped. Her mouth was chewing something, her face looked elated. She was holding a small knife in her hand with a piece of deliciously roasted dragon meat sticking onto it. She seemed to have taken the opportunity to cut out quite a big chunk. | {
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