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ãããã¨ãããããžãã ã芹ã§ããĻ ã¨ãĻãæčŦããĻããžã | I woke up the morning after I gave that talk with the worst vulnerability hangover of my life.
And I actually didn't leave my house for about three days.
The first time I left was to meet a friend for lunch.
And when I walked in, she was already at the table.
I sat down, and she said, "God, you look like hell."
I said, "Thanks. I feel really -- I'm not functioning."
And she said, "What's going on?"
And I said, "I just told 500 people that I became a researcher to avoid vulnerability.
And that when being vulnerable emerged from my data, as absolutely essential to whole-hearted living, I told these 500 people that I had a breakdown.
I had a slide that said 'Breakdown.' At what point did I think that was a good idea?"
And she said, "I saw your talk live-streamed.
It was not really you.
It was a little different than what you usually do.
But it was great."
And I said, "This can't happen.
YouTube, they're putting this thing on YouTube.
And we're going to be talking about 600, 700 people."
And she said, "Well, I think it's too late."
And I said, "Let me ask you something."
And she said, "Yeah."
I said, "Do you remember when we were in college, really wild and kind of dumb?"
She said, "Yeah."
I said, "Remember when we'd leave a really bad message on our ex-boyfriend's answering machine?
Then we'd have to break into his dorm room and then erase the tape?"
And she goes, "Uh... no."
"Yeah, me neither.
Yeah -- me neither."
And I'm thinking to myself, "BrenÊ, what are you doing?
Why did you bring this up?
Your sisters would be perfect for this."
So I looked back up and she said, "Are you really going to try to break in and steal the video before they put it on YouTube?"
And I said, "I'm just thinking about it a little bit."
She said, "You're like the worst vulnerability role model ever."
Then I looked at her and I said something that at the time felt a little dramatic, but ended up being more prophetic than dramatic.
"If 500 turns into 1,000 or 2,000, my life is over."
I had no contingency plan for four million.
And my life did end when that happened.
And maybe the hardest part about my life ending is that I learned something hard about myself, and that was that, as much as I would be frustrated about not being able to get my work out to the world, there was a part of me that was working very hard staying right under the radar.
But I want to talk about what I've learned.
There's two things that I've learned in the last year.
The first is: vulnerability is not weakness.
And that myth is profoundly dangerous.
Let me ask you honestly -- and I'll give you this warning, I'm trained as a therapist, so I can out-wait you uncomfortably -- so if you could just raise your hand that would be awesome -- how many of you honestly, when you're thinking about doing or saying something vulnerable think, "God, vulnerability is weakness."
How many of you think of vulnerability and weakness synonymously?
The majority of people.
Now let me ask you this question: This past week at TED, how many of you, when you saw vulnerability up here, thought it was pure courage?
Vulnerability is not weakness.
I define vulnerability as emotional risk, exposure, uncertainty.
It fuels our daily lives. And I've come to the belief -- this is my 12th year doing this research -- that vulnerability is our most accurate measurement of courage -- to be vulnerable, to let ourselves be seen, to be honest.
One of the weird things that's happened is, after the TED explosion, I got a lot of offers to speak all over the country -- everyone from schools and parent meetings to Fortune 500 companies.
And so many of the calls went like this, "Dr. Brown, we loved your TED talk.
We'd like you to come in and speak.
We'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mention vulnerability or shame."
What would you like for me to talk about?
There's three big answers.
This is mostly, to be honest with you, from the business sector: innovation, creativity and change.
So let me go on the record and say, vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.
To create is to make something that has never existed before.
There's nothing more vulnerable than that.
Adaptability to change is all about vulnerability.
The second thing, in addition to really finally understanding the relationship between vulnerability and courage, the second thing I learned, is this: We have to talk about shame.
And I'm going to be really honest with you.
When I became a "vulnerability researcher" and that became the focus because of the TED talk -- and I'm not kidding.
I'll give you an example.
About three months ago, I was in a sporting goods store buying goggles and shin guards and all the things that parents buy at the sporting goods store.
About from a hundred feet away, this is what I hear: "Vulnerability TED! Vulnerability TED!"
I'm a fifth-generation Texan.
Our family motto is "Lock and load."
I am not a natural vulnerability researcher.
So I'm like, just keep walking, she's on my six.
And then I hear, "Vulnerability TED!"
I turn around, I go, "Hi."
She's right here and she said, "You're the shame researcher who had the breakdown."
At this point, parents are, like, pulling their children close.
"Look away."
And I'm so worn out at this point in my life, I look at her and I actually say, "It was a fricking spiritual awakening."
And she looks back and does this, "I know." And she said, "We watched your TED talk in my book club.
Then we read your book and we renamed ourselves 'The Breakdown Babes.'" And she said, "Our tagline is: 'We're falling apart and it feels fantastic.'" You can only imagine what it's like for me in a faculty meeting.
So when I became Vulnerability TED, like an action figure -- Like Ninja Barbie, but I'm Vulnerability TED -- I thought, I'm going to leave that shame stuff behind, because I spent six years studying shame before I started writing and talking about vulnerability.
And I thought, thank God, because shame is this horrible topic, no one wants to talk about it.
It's the best way to shut people down on an airplane.
"What do you do?" "I study shame." "Oh."
And I see you.
But in surviving this last year, I was reminded of a cardinal rule -- not a research rule, but a moral imperative from my upbringing -- "you've got to dance with the one who brung ya".
And I did not learn about vulnerability and courage and creativity and innovation from studying vulnerability.
I learned about these things from studying shame.
And so I want to walk you in to shame.
Jungian analysts call shame the swampland of the soul.
And we're going to walk in.
And the purpose is not to walk in and construct a home and live there.
It is to put on some galoshes -- and walk through and find our way around.
Here's why.
We heard the most compelling call ever to have a conversation in this country, and I think globally, around race, right?
Yes? We heard that.
Yes?
Cannot have that conversation without shame.
Because you cannot talk about race without talking about privilege.
And when people start talking about privilege, they get paralyzed by shame.
We heard a brilliant simple solution to not killing people in surgery, which is, have a checklist.
You can't fix that problem without addressing shame, because when they teach those folks how to suture, they also teach them how to stitch their self-worth to being all-powerful.
And all-powerful folks don't need checklists.
And I had to write down the name of this TED Fellow so I didn't mess it up here.
Myshkin Ingawale, I hope I did right by you.
I saw the TED Fellows my first day here.
And he got up and he explained how he was driven to create some technology to help test for anemia, because people were dying unnecessarily.
And he said, "I saw this need.
So you know what I did? I made it."
And everybody just burst into applause, and they were like "Yes!"
And he said, "And it didn't work.
And then I made it 32 more times, and then it worked."
You know what the big secret about TED is?
I can't wait to tell people this.
I guess I'm doing it right now.
This is like the failure conference.
No, it is.
You know why this place is amazing?
Because very few people here are afraid to fail.
And no one who gets on the stage, so far that I've seen, has not failed.
I've failed miserably, many times.
I don't think the world understands that, because of shame.
There's a great quote that saved me this past year by Theodore Roosevelt.
A lot of people refer to it as the "Man in the Arena" quote.
And it goes like this: "It is not the critic who counts.
It is not the man who sits and points out how the doer of deeds could have done things better and how he falls and stumbles.
The credit goes to the man in the arena whose face is marred with dust and blood and sweat.
But when he's in the arena, at best, he wins, and at worst, he loses, but when he fails, when he loses, he does so daring greatly."
And that's what this conference, to me, is about.
Life is about daring greatly, about being in the arena.
When you walk up to that arena and you put your hand on the door, and you think, "I'm going in and I'm going to try this," shame is the gremlin who says, "Uh, uh.
You're not good enough.
You never finished that MBA. Your wife left you.
I know your dad really wasn't in Luxembourg, I know those things that happened to you growing up.
I know you don't think that you're pretty, smart, talented or powerful enough.
I know your dad never paid attention, even when you made CFO."
Shame is that thing.
And if we can quiet it down and walk in and say, "I'm going to do this," we look up and the critic that we see pointing and laughing, 99 percent of the time is who?
Us.
Shame drives two big tapes -- "never good enough" -- and, if you can talk it out of that one, "who do you think you are?"
The thing to understand about shame is, it's not guilt.
Shame is a focus on self, guilt is a focus on behavior.
Shame is "I am bad."
Guilt is "I did something bad."
How many of you, if you did something that was hurtful to me, would be willing to say, "I'm sorry. I made a mistake?"
How many of you would be willing to say that?
Guilt: I'm sorry. I made a mistake.
Shame: I'm sorry. I am a mistake.
There's a huge difference between shame and guilt.
And here's what you need to know.
Shame is highly, highly correlated with addiction, depression, violence, aggression, bullying, suicide, eating disorders.
And here's what you even need to know more.
Guilt, inversely correlated with those things.
The ability to hold something we've done or failed to do up against who we want to be is incredibly adaptive.
It's uncomfortable, but it's adaptive.
The other thing you need to know about shame is it's absolutely organized by gender.
If shame washes over me and washes over Chris, it's going to feel the same.
Everyone sitting in here knows the warm wash of shame.
We're pretty sure that the only people who don't experience shame are people who have no capacity for connection or empathy.
Which means, yes, I have a little shame; no, I'm a sociopath.
So I would opt for, yes, you have a little shame.
Shame feels the same for men and women, but it's organized by gender.
For women, the best example I can give you is Enjoli, the commercial.
"I can put the wash on the line, pack the lunches, hand out the kisses and be at work at five to nine.
I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan and never let you forget you're a man."
For women, shame is, do it all, do it perfectly and never let them see you sweat.
I don't know how much perfume that commercial sold, but I guarantee you, it moved a lot of antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds.
Shame, for women, is this web of unobtainable, conflicting, competing expectations about who we're supposed to be.
And it's a straight-jacket.
For men, shame is not a bunch of competing, conflicting expectations.
Shame is one, do not be perceived as what?
Weak.
I did not interview men for the first four years of my study.
It wasn't until a man looked at me after a book signing, and said, "I love what say about shame, I'm curious why you didn't mention men."
And I said, "I don't study men."
And he said, "That's convenient."
And I said, "Why?"
And he said, "Because you say to reach out, tell our story, be vulnerable.
But you see those books you just signed for my wife and my three daughters?"
I said, "Yeah."
"They'd rather me die on top of my white horse than watch me fall down.
When we reach out and be vulnerable, we get the shit beat out of us.
And don't tell me it's from the guys and the coaches and the dads.
Because the women in my life are harder on me than anyone else."
So I started interviewing men and asking questions.
And what I learned is this: You show me a woman who can actually sit with a man in real vulnerability and fear, I'll show you a woman who's done incredible work.
You show me a man who can sit with a woman who's just had it, she can't do it all anymore, and his first response is not, "I unloaded the dishwasher!"
But he really listens -- because that's all we need -- I'll show you a guy who's done a lot of work.
Shame is an epidemic in our culture.
And to get out from underneath it -- to find our way back to each other, we have to understand how it affects us and how it affects the way we're parenting, the way we're working, the way we're looking at each other.
Very quickly, some research by Mahalik at Boston College.
He asked, what do women need to do to conform to female norms?
The top answers in this country: nice, thin, modest and use all available resources for appearance.
When he asked about men, what do men in this country need to do to conform with male norms, the answers were: always show emotional control, work is first, pursue status and violence.
If we're going to find our way back to each other, we have to understand and know empathy, because empathy's the antidote to shame.
If you put shame in a Petri dish, it needs three things to grow exponentially: secrecy, silence and judgment.
If you put the same amount in a Petri dish and douse it with empathy, it can't survive.
The two most powerful words when we're in struggle: me too.
And so I'll leave you with this thought.
If we're going to find our way back to each other, vulnerability is going to be that path.
And I know it's seductive to stand outside the arena, because I think I did it my whole life, and think to myself, I'm going to go in there and kick some ass when I'm bulletproof and when I'm perfect.
And that is seductive.
But the truth is, that never happens.
And even if you got as perfect as you could and as bulletproof as you could possibly muster when you got in there, that's not what we want to see.
We want you to go in.
We want to be with you and across from you.
And we just want, for ourselves and the people we care about and the people we work with, to dare greatly.
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ãŠãããããã¨ãããããžãã | I know it because people come up to me, like colleagues, and say, "Chris, you have a strange career."
And I can see their point, because I started my career as a theoretical nuclear physicist.
And I was thinking about quarks and gluons and heavy ion collisions, and I was only 14 years old.
No, no, I wasn't 14 years old.
But after that, in the computational neuroscience department, and I wasn't doing any neuroscience.
Later, I would work on evolutionary genetics, and I would work on systems biology.
But I'm going to tell you about something else today.
I'm going to tell you about how I learned something about life.
And I was actually a rocket scientist.
I wasn't really a rocket scientist, but I was working in sunny California where it's warm; whereas now I'm in the mid-West, and it's cold.
But it was an exciting experience.
One day a NASA manager comes into my office, sits down and says, "Can you please tell us, how do we look for life outside Earth?"
And that came as a surprise to me, because I was actually hired to work on quantum computation.
Yet, I had a very good answer.
I said, "I have no idea."
And he told me, "Biosignatures, we need to look for a biosignature."
And I said, "What is that?"
And he said, "It's any measurable phenomenon the presence of life."
And I said, "Really?
Because isn't that easy?
I mean, we have life.
Can't you apply a definition, like for example, a Supreme Court-like definition of life?"
And then I thought about it a little bit, and I said, "Well, is it really that easy?
Because, yes, if you see something like this, then all right, fine, I'm going to call it life -- no doubt about it.
But here's something."
And he goes, "Right, that's life too. I know that."
Except, if you think life is also defined by things that die, you're not in luck with this thing, because that's actually a very strange organism.
It grows up into the adult stage like that and then goes through a Benjamin Button phase, and actually goes backwards and backwards until it's like a little embryo again, and then actually grows back up, and back down and back up -- sort of yo-yo -- and it never dies.
So it's actually life, but it's actually not as we thought life would be.
And then you see something like that.
And he was like, "My God, what kind of a life form is that?"
Anyone know?
It's actually not life, it's a crystal.
So once you start looking and looking at smaller and smaller things -- so this particular person wrote a whole article and said, "Hey, these are bacteria."
Except, if you look a little bit closer, you see, in fact, that this thing is way too small to be anything like that.
So he was convinced, but, in fact, most people aren't.
And then, of course, NASA also had a big announcement, and President Clinton gave a press conference, of life in a Martian meteorite.
Except that nowadays, it's heavily disputed.
If you take the lesson of all these pictures, then you realize, well actually maybe it's not that easy.
Maybe I do need a definition of life So can life be defined?
Well how would you go about it?
Well of course, you'd go to Encyclopedia Britannica and open at L.
No, of course you don't do that; you put it somewhere in Google.
And then you might get something.
And what you might get -- and anything that actually refers to things that we are used to, you throw away.
And then you might come up with something like this.
And it says something complicated with lots and lots of concepts.
Who on Earth would write something as convoluted and complex and inane?
Oh, it's actually a really, really, important set of concepts.
So I'm highlighting just a few words and saying definitions like that rely on things that are not based on amino acids or leaves or anything that we are used to, but in fact on processes only.
And if you take a look at that, this was actually in a book that I wrote that deals with artificial life.
And that explains why that NASA manager was actually in my office to begin with.
Because the idea was that, with concepts like that, maybe we can actually manufacture a form of life.
And so if you go and ask yourself, "What on Earth is artificial life?", let me give you a whirlwind tour And it started out quite a while ago when someone wrote one of the first successful computer viruses.
And for those of you who aren't old enough, you have no idea how this infection was working -- namely, through these floppy disks.
But the interesting thing about these computer virus infections was that, if you look at the rate at which the infection worked, they show this spiky behavior that you're used to from a flu virus.
And it is in fact due to this arms race between hackers and operating system designers And the result is kind of a tree of life of these viruses, a phylogeny that looks very much like the type of life that we're used to, at least on the viral level.
So is that life? Not as far as I'm concerned.
Why? Because these things don't evolve by themselves.
In fact, they have hackers writing them.
But the idea was taken very quickly a little bit further when a scientist working at the Scientific Institute decided, "Why don't we try to package these little viruses in artificial worlds inside of the computer and let them evolve?"
And this was Steen Rasmussen.
And he designed this system, but it really didn't work, because his viruses were constantly destroying each other.
But there was another scientist who had been watching this, an ecologist.
And he went home and says, "I know how to fix this."
And he wrote the Tierra system, and, in my book, is in fact one of the first truly artificial living systems -- except for the fact that these programs didn't really grow in complexity.
So having seen this work, worked a little bit on this, this is where I came in.
And I decided to create a system that has all the properties that are necessary to see the evolution of complexity, more and more complex problems constantly evolving.
And of course, since I really don't know how to write code, I had help in this.
I had two undergraduate students at California Institute of Technology that worked with me.
That's Charles Offria on the left, Titus Brown on the right.
They are now actually respectable professors at Michigan State University, but I can assure you, back in the day, we were not a respectable team.
And I'm really happy that no photo survives of the three of us anywhere close together.
But what is this system like?
Well I can't really go into the details, but what you see here is some of the entrails.
But what I wanted to focus on is this type of population structure.
There's about 10,000 programs sitting here.
And all different strains are colored in different colors.
And as you see here, there are groups that are growing on top of each other, because they are spreading.
Any time there is a program that's better at surviving in this world, due to whatever mutation it has acquired, it is going to spread over the others and drive the others to extinction.
So I'm going to show you a movie where you're going to see that kind of dynamic.
And these kinds of experiments are started with programs that we wrote ourselves.
We write our own stuff, replicate it, and are very proud of ourselves.
And we put them in, and what you see immediately is that there are waves and waves of innovation.
By the way, this is highly accelerated, so it's like a thousand generations a second.
But immediately the system goes like, "What kind of dumb piece of code was this?
This can be improved upon in so many ways so quickly."
So you see waves of new types taking over the other types.
And this type of activity goes on for quite awhile, until the main easy things have been acquired by these programs.
And then you see sort of like a stasis coming on where the system essentially waits for a new type of innovation, like this one, which is going to spread over all the other innovations that were before and is erasing the genes that it had before, until a new type of higher level of complexity has been achieved.
And this process goes on and on and on.
So what we see here is a system that lives in very much the way we're used to life [going.] But what the NASA people had asked me really was, "Do these guys have a biosignature?
Can we measure this type of life?
Because if we can, maybe we have a chance of actually discovering life somewhere else without being biased by things like amino acids."
So I said, "Well, perhaps we should construct based on life as a universal process.
In fact, it should perhaps make use of the concepts that I developed just in order to sort of capture what a simple living system might be."
And the thing I came up with -- I have to first give you an introduction about the idea, and maybe that would be a meaning detector, rather than a life detector.
And the way we would do that -- I would like to find out how I can distinguish text that was written by a million monkeys, as opposed to text that [is] in our books.
And I would like to do it in such a way that I don't actually have to be able to read the language, because I'm sure I won't be able to.
As long as I know that there's some sort of alphabet.
So here would be a frequency plot of how often you find each of the 26 letters of the alphabet in a text written by random monkeys.
And obviously each of these letters comes off about roughly equally frequent.
But if you now look at the same distribution in English texts, it looks like that.
And I'm telling you, this is very robust across English texts.
And if I look at French texts, it looks a little bit different, or Italian or German.
They all have their own type of frequency distribution, but it's robust.
It doesn't matter whether it writes about politics or about science.
It doesn't matter whether it's a poem or whether it's a mathematical text.
It's a robust signature, and it's very stable.
As long as our books are written in English -- because people are rewriting them and recopying them -- it's going to be there.
So that inspired me to think about, well, what if I try to use this idea in order, not to detect random texts from texts with meaning, but rather detect the fact that there is meaning in the biomolecules that make up life.
But first I have to ask: what are these building blocks, like the alphabet, elements that I showed you?
Well it turns out, we have many different alternatives for such a set of building blocks.
We could use amino acids, we could use nucleic acids, carboxylic acids, fatty acids.
In fact, chemistry's extremely rich, and our body uses a lot of them.
So that we actually, to test this idea, first took a look at amino acids and some other carboxylic acids.
And here's the result.
Here is, in fact, what you get on a comet or in interstellar space or, in fact, in a laboratory, where you made very sure that in your primordial soup that there is not living stuff in there.
What you find is mostly glycine and then alanine and there's some trace elements of the other ones.
That is also very robust -- what you find in systems like Earth where there are amino acids, but there is no life.
But suppose you take some dirt and dig through it and then put it into these spectrometers, because there's bacteria all over the place; or you take water anywhere on Earth, because it's teaming with life, and you make the same analysis; the spectrum looks completely different.
Of course, there is still glycine and alanine, but in fact, there are these heavy elements, these heavy amino acids, that are being produced because these are valuable to the organism.
And some other ones that are not used in the set of 20, they will not appear at all in any type of concentration.
So this also turns out to be extremely robust.
It doesn't matter what kind of sediment you're using to grind up, whether it's bacteria or any other plants or animals.
Anywhere there's life, you're going to have this distribution, as opposed to that distribution.
And it is detectable not just in amino acids.
Now you could ask: well, what about these Avidians?
The Avidians being the denizens of this computer world where they are perfectly happy replicating and growing in complexity.
So this is the distribution that you get if, in fact, there is no life.
They have about 28 of these instructions.
And if you have a system where they're being replaced one by the other, it's like the monkeys writing on a typewriter.
Each of these instructions appears with roughly the equal frequency. But if you now take a set of replicating guys like in the video that you saw, it looks like this.
So there are some instructions that are extremely valuable to these organisms, and their frequency is going to be high.
And there's actually some instructions that you only use once, if ever.
So they are either poisonous or really should be used at less of a level than random.
In this case, the frequency is lower.
And so now we can see, is that really a robust signature?
I can tell you indeed it is, and just like what you've seen in amino acids, it doesn't really matter how you change the environment, it's very robust; it's going to reflect the environment.
So I'm going to show you now a little experiment that we did.
And I have to explain to you, the top of this graph shows you that frequency distribution that I talked about.
Here, in fact, that's the lifeless environment where each instruction occurs at an equal frequency.
And below there, I show, in fact, the mutation rate in the environment.
And I'm starting this at a mutation rate that is so high that, even if you would drop a replicating program that would otherwise happily grow up to fill the entire world, if you drop it in, it gets mutated to death immediately.
So there is no life possible at that type of mutation rate.
But then I'm going to slowly turn down the heat, so to speak, and then there's this viability threshold where now it would be possible for a replicator to actually live.
And indeed, we're going to be dropping these guys into that soup all the time.
So let's see what that looks like.
So first, nothing, nothing, nothing.
Too hot, too hot.
Now the viability threshold is reached, and the frequency distribution has dramatically changed and, in fact, stabilizes.
And now what I did there is, I was being nasty, I just turned up the heat again and again.
And of course, it reaches the viability threshold.
And I'm just showing this to you again because it's so nice.
You hit the viability threshold.
The distribution changes to "alive!"
And then, once you hit the threshold where the mutation rate is so high that you cannot self-reproduce, you cannot copy the information forward to your offspring without making so many mistakes that your ability to replicate vanishes.
And then that signature is lost.
What do we learn from that?
Well, I think we learn a number of things from that.
One of them is, if we are able to think about life in abstract terms -- and we're not talking about things like plants, and we're not talking about amino acids, and we're not talking about bacteria, but we think in terms of processes -- not as something that is so special to Earth, but that, in fact, could exist anywhere.
Because it really only has to do with these concepts of information, of storing information within physical substrates -- anything: bits, nucleic acids, anything that's an alphabet -- and make sure that there's some process so that this information can be stored for much longer than you would expect the time scales for the deterioration of information.
And if you can do that, then you have life.
So the first thing that we learn is that it is possible to define life in terms of processes alone, without referring at all to the type of things that we hold dear, as far as the type of life on Earth is.
And that in a sense removes us again, like all of our scientific discoveries, or many of them -- it's this continuous dethroning of man -- of how we think we're special because we're alive.
Well we can make life. We can make life in the computer.
Granted, it's limited, but we have learned what it takes in order to actually construct it.
And once we have that, then it is not such a difficult task anymore to say, if we understand the fundamental processes that do not refer to any particular substrate, then we can go out and try other worlds, figure out what kind of chemical alphabets might there be, figure enough about the normal chemistry, the geochemistry of the planet, so that we know what this distribution would look like in the absence of life,
and then look for large deviations from this -- this thing sticking out, which says, "This chemical really shouldn't be there."
Now we don't know that there's life then, but we could say, "Well at least I'm going to have to take a look very precisely at this chemical and see where it comes from."
And that might be our chance of actually discovering life when we cannot visibly see it.
And so that's really the only take-home message Life can be less mysterious than we make it out to be when we try to think about how it would be on other planets.
And if we remove the mystery of life, then I think it is a little bit easier for us to think about how we live, and how perhaps we're not as special as we always think we are.
And I'm going to leave you with that.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã(ææ) | All right, a political scientist, it doesn't really count, but my laboratory was the laboratory of democracy that is Michigan, and, like any good scientist, I was experimenting with policy about what would achieve the greatest good for the greatest number.
But there were three problems, three enigmas that I could not solve, and I want to share with you those problems, but most importantly, I think I figured out a proposal for a solution.
The first problem that not just Michigan, but every state, faces is, how do you create good jobs in America in a global economy?
So let me share with you some empirical data from my lab.
I was elected in 2002 and, at the end of my first year in office in 2003, I got a call from one of my staff members, who said, "Gov, we have a big problem.
We have a little tiny community called Greenville, Michigan, population 8,000, and they are about to lose their major employer, which is a refrigerator factory that's operated by Electrolux."
And I said, "Well, how many people work at Electrolux?"
And he said, "3,000 of the 8,000 people in Greenville."
So it is a one-company town.
And Electrolux was going to go to Mexico.
So I said, "Forget that. I'm the new Governor.
We can fix this. We're going to go to Greenville with my whole cabinet and we will just make Electrolux an offer they can't refuse." So I brought my whole cabinet, and we met with all of the pooh-bahs of little Greenville -- the mayor, the city manager, the head of the community college -- and we basically emptied our pockets and put all of our chips on the table, incentives, you name it, to convince Electrolux to stay,
and as we made our pile of chips, we slid them across the table to the management of Electrolux.
And in the pile were things like zero taxes for 20 years, or that we'd help to build a new factory for the company, we'd help to finance it. The UAW, who represented the workers, said they would offer unprecedented concessions, sacrifices to just keep those jobs in Greenville.
So the management of Electrolux took our pile, our list of incentives, and they went outside the room for 17 minutes, and they came back in and they said, "Wow, this is the most generous any community has ever been to try to keep jobs here.
But there's nothing you can do to compensate for the fact that we can pay $1.57 an hour in Juarez, Mexico. So we're leaving."
And they did. And when they did, it was like a nuclear bomb went off in little Greenville.
In fact, they did implode the factory.
That's a guy that is walking on his last day of work.
And on the month that the last refrigerator rolled off the assembly line, the employees of Electrolux in Greenville, Michigan, had a gathering for themselves that they called the last supper.
It was in a big pavilion in Greenville, an indoor pavilion, and I went to it because I was so frustrated as Governor that I couldn't stop the outflow of these jobs, and I wanted to grieve with them, and as I went into the room-- there's thousands of people there.
It was a just big thing. People were eating boxed lunches on roundtop tables, and there was a sad band playing music, or a band playing sad music, probably both. And this guy comes up to me, and he's got tattoos and his ponytail and his baseball cap on, and he had his two daughters with him, and he said, "Gov, these are my two daughters."
He said, "I'm 48 years old, and I have worked at this factory for 30 years.
I went from high school to factory.
My father worked at this factory," he said.
"My grandfather worked at this factory.
All I know is how to make refrigerators."
And he looked at his daughters, and he puts his hand on his chest, and he says, "So, Gov, tell me, who is ever going to hire me?
Who is ever going to hire me?"
And that was asked not just by that guy but by everyone in the pavilion, and frankly, by every worker at one of the 50,000 factories that closed in the first decade of this century.
Enigma number one: How do you create jobs in America in a global economy?
Number two, very quickly: How do you solve global climate change when we don't even have a national energy policy in this country and when gridlock in Congress seems to be the norm?
In fact, there was a poll that was done recently and the pollster compared Congress's approval ratings to a number of other unpleasant things, and it was found, in fact, that Congress's approval rating is worse than cockroaches, lice, Nickelback the band, root canals and Donald Trump. But wait, the good news is it's at least better than meth labs and gonorrhea. We got a problem, folks.
So it got me thinking, what is it?
What in the laboratory that I see out there, the laboratories of democracy, what has happened?
What policy prescriptions have happened that actually cause changes to occur and that have been accepted in a bipartisan way?
So if I asked you, for example, what was the Obama Administration policy that caused massive changes across the country, what would you say?
You might say Obamacare, except for those were not voluntary changes.
As we know, only half the states have opted in.
We might say the Recovery Act, but those didn't require policy changes.
The thing that caused massive policy changes to occur was Race to the Top for education.
Why? The government put a $4.5 billion pot and said to the governors across the country, compete for it.
Forty-eight governors competed, convincing 48 state legislatures to essentially raise standards for high schoolers so that they all take a college prep curriculum.
Forty-eight states opted in, creating a national [education] policy from the bottom up.
So I thought, well, why can't we do something like that and create a clean energy jobs race to the top?
Because after all, if you look at the context, 1.6 trillion dollars has been invested in the past eight years from the private sector globally, and every dollar represents a job, and where are those jobs going?
Well, they're going to places that have policy, like China.
In fact, I was in China to see what they were doing, and they were putting on a dog-and-pony show for the group that I was with, and I was standing in the back of the room during one of the demonstrations and standing next to one of the Chinese officials, and we were watching, and he says, "So, Gov, when do you think the U.S. is going to get national energy policy?"
And I said, "Oh my God -- Congress, gridlock, who knows?"
And this is what he did, he goes, he says, "Take your time."
Because they see our passivity as their opportunity. So what if we decided to create a challenge to the governors of the country, and the price to entry into this competition used the same amount that the bipartisan group approved in Congress for the Race to the Top for education, 4.5 billion, which sounds like a lot, but actually it's less than one tenth of one percent of federal spending.
It's a rounding error on the federal side.
But price to entry into that competition would be, you could just, say, use the President's goal.
He wants Congress to adopt a clean energy standard of 80 percent by 2030, in other words, that you'd have to get 80 percent of your energy from clean sources by the year 2030.
Why not ask all of the states to do that instead?
And imagine what might happen, because every region has something to offer.
You might take states like Iowa and Ohio -- two very important political states, by the way -- those two governors, and they would say, we're going to lead the nation in producing the wind turbines and the wind energy.
You might say the solar states, the sun belt, we're going to be the states that produce solar energy for the country, and maybe Jerry Brown says, "Well, I'm going to create an industry cluster in California to be able to produce the solar panels so that we're not buying them from China but we're buying them from the U.S."
In fact, every region of the country could do this.
You see, you've got solar and wind opportunity all across the nation.
In fact, if you look just at the upper and northern states in the West, they could do geothermal, or you could look at Texas and say, we could lead the nation in the solutions to smart grid.
In the middle eastern states which have access to forests and to agricultural waste, they might say, we're going to lead the nation in biofuels.
In the upper northeast, we're going to lead the nation in energy efficiency solutions.
Along the eastern seaboard, we're going to lead the nation in offshore wind.
You might look at Michigan and say, we're going to lead the nation in producing the guts for the electric vehicle, like the lithium ion battery.
Every region has something to offer, and if you created a competition, It's opt-in. You might even get Texas and South Carolina, who didn't opt into the education Race to the Top, you might even get them to opt in. Why?
Because Republican and Democratic governors love to cut ribbons.
We want to bring jobs. I'm just saying.
And it fosters innovation at the state level in these laboratories of democracy.
Now, any of you who are watching anything about politics lately might say, "Okay, great idea, but really?
Congress putting four and a half billion dollars on the table?
They can't agree to anything."
So you could wait and go through Congress, although you should be very impatient.
Or, you renegades, we could go around Congress.
Go around Congress.
What if we created a private sector challenge to the governors?
What if several of the high-net worth companies and individuals who are here at TED decided and create a national competition to the governors to have a race to the top and see how the governors respond?
What if it all started here at TED?
What if you were here when we figured out how to crack the code to create good paying jobs in America -- -- and get national energy policy and we created a national energy strategy from the bottom up?
Because, dear TEDsters, if you are impatient like I am, you know that our economic competitors, our other nations, are in the game and are eating us for lunch.
And we can get in the game or not.
We can be at the table or we can be on the table.
And I don't know about you, but I prefer to dine.
Thank you all so much. | {
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Only the vicinity of that circle was devoid of garbage and was neatly tidied up. The floor was bare ground, and the circle was drawn on it with special paint.
Maxwell promptly walked over to the magic circle and touched it with his hand.
âThis was a close call. It has been weathered to the point that a little longer and it would have been indistinguishable.â
âHow is it then, can you make out its destination?â
âYes. This here is the direction... And this is the range, I suppose? In that case... Itâs southeast... and the distance is...â
Maxwell started deciphering the magic circle. In the meantime, I stood near the entrance and stayed alert for the surroundings.
Since they left such a piece of evidence behind, it was possible that they left someone on the lookout.
Before long, Maxwell finally removed his eyes from the circle and approached me to tell me the result of his analyses.
âIt seems that Klein has gone to either Qaum or Lilith.â
âMateusâ hometown, huh? You canât narrow it down any further between them?â
âThe detailed coordinates have already gotten erased. I could only roughly measure the direction and the distance.â
âWhat about magic power? Setting you aside, it would need one or two magicians normally. Canât you measure the distance based on the overall size of the circle as well?â
âAbout that... This place just happens to be situated above a Ley Line. As such, I can not measure the distance based on magic power. Or rather, I suppose the presence of the Ley Line was the reason why they stole this place for themselves. They could draw as much magic power as they wished from the Ley Line.â
Ley lines were akin to wellsprings of magic power. There were a few such power spots in the world.
In some parts of the world, it was believed that the World Treeâs roots, which were spread all over the continent, leaked the creation energy from the spots we called Ley Lines. How true that was, however, was up for debate.
âIs that so?â
âPerhaps the fact that Den is strangely wise for an Ogre is also due to absorbing the magic power of the Ley Line and undergoing some abnormal evolution.â
âHuh...â
As he pointed out, this was the first time I had encountered an Ogre that could hold a conversation. Den had a gentle and timid nature yet was highly intelligent by Ogre standards, so Maxwellâs claim about abnormal evolution was probably correct.
âThey drove out Den, the previous owner of this pace, by force to obtain this Ley Line, and then used it for the teleportation magic. The only information that can be extracted from the leftover magic circle is that the destination is either Qaum or Lilith. This much is certain.â
âSo we narrowed it down from the entire continent two these two, huh. I guess whatâs left is to check which of them are fishy...â
âWe can only know that by actually visiting these places. Before that... It would be better for us to seal this place off so it does not get abused in the future.â
The fact that you could extract magic power infinitely meant that it could be abused in many ways.
In particular, it could be used to freely teleport a large army anywhere, so Raum would be viewed as dangerous by other kingdoms.
If they knew about this place back during the Mountain Serpent incident, they wouldâve been able to immediately dispatch an army. But at the same time, that also meant that it was also possible to send that same army to other kingdomsâ doorsteps too.
I could see why Maxwell wanted to seal this place off and pretend that it never existed. It was one thing if it could only be used to go to the Kevin domain, but a singularity that could dispatch armies to other kingdoms was nothing but a nuisance.
âUm... Me troubled if no live here.â
âListen, Den, the enemy already knows this place so returning here would be dangerous anyway.â
This place was known by both Klein and Mateus. If Den stayed here, next time they could just subjugate him instead. That said, it would be too pitiful if we left him on its own so irresponsibly.
Still, a safety zone that could accept an Ogre wasnât so easilyâ
âOh, there is one.â
I suddenly remembered about one such place. Maxwell looked puzzled at my statement. He probably had not realized it yet.
âIâm talking about that mountain, the one where Aste lives. An Ogre would probably be nothing more than an insect for him, not to mention, people donât visit it so it should be safe.â
âWell, that is true... There is already a Huge Crawler living in those mountains.â
âThen what difference does one more Ogre make?â
If nothing, I could have him live in my hideout and also act as a gatekeeper. If he stays on the lookout, even Aste wouldnât carelessly approach it.
Of course, Den would be no match for Aste, but he should abstain from doing it if he knows there would be witnesses.
âWell, there would be no problems if it is there, but we should get Sir Asteâs permission first.â
âThat shouldnât take you more than a few minutes. Just teleport there and done.â
Maxwell could easily teleport to Asteâs cave. He could just go there, ask for permission and if he got it, come back and take Den with him.
We were in the vicinity of a Ley Line, so it would even ease the burden on him.
âGood grief. Pushing this old man around so much. Fine, then, I will go and see so wait here.â
He answered it listlessly and nimbly drew the magic circle in the air with used movements. And after chanting the aria he disappeared in the blink of an eye. This all took about seconds.
It took Maria over a minute to cast this spell despite getting more familiar with it as of late, so Maxwellâs speed was truly a wonder to behold.
While I waited for Maxwell to return, I took the opportunity to explain to Den about the place he would be moving to.
âGood for you. There is no better place than the one we just found for you.â
âReally? Me no longer need to be scared?â
âWell... You are probably gonna start fearing something else...â
There was a Huge Crawler from the middle floors of the World Tree Labyrinth residing there. Not to mention, there was also a warrior there that could one-shot such a monster. Denâs standing on that mountain would clearly be at the bottom.
He would be living with beings that could instantly trample it down, so I imagined it would cause him quite a bit of a headache.
âWell, heâs not some hard-headed guy, so you donât have to worry about it. In the first place, he wouldnât give Maxwell permission for you to stay if he planned to drive you out the next moment.â
âI see! New dwelling, me happy!â
He warped his atrocious Ogrish face into an expression of joy. Uh, sorry, Den... But your face looks a bit scary. It looked like the expression of a monster staring down on its prey. Well, Den
Before long, Maxwell returned back.
âI have kept you waiting. Sir Aste readily gave us permission.â
âThen, please take it to my hideout. Letâs have Den live there.â
âIn your hideout? Well, it would have a roof to defend against rain... But are you fine with that?â
âI donât mind. Iâd rather have him become the administrator of my assets there.â
âSo that is what you were planning. I understand.â
As such, one peculiar Ogre had settled to live on the mountain near Maleva.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | So I tried to think what I could use for here, and a couple of weeks ago I had a crazy idea that I wanted to print two DJ decks and to try and mix some music.
And I'm going to try and show that at the end, and the suspense will be as much mine if it works.
And I'm not a DJ, and I'm not a musician, so I'm a little bit scared of that.
So I think, I found the best way to describe my journey is just to mention a few little things that have happened to me throughout my life.
There's three particular things that I've done, and I'll just describe those first, and then talk about some of my work.
So when I was a kid, I was obsessed with wires, and I used to thread them under my carpet and thread them behind the walls and have little switches and little speakers, and I wanted to make my bedroom be interactive but kind of all hidden away.
And I was also really interested in wireless as well.
to make a radio transmitter, and I got an old book and I carved out the inside and I hid it inside there, and then I placed it next to my dad and snuck back to my bedroom and tuned in on the radio so I could eavesdrop.
I was not at all interested in what he was saying.
It's more that I just liked the idea of an everyday object having something inside and doing something different.
Several year later, I managed to successfully fail all of my exams and didn't really leave school with much to show for at all, and my parents, maybe as a reward, bought me what turned out to be a one-way ticket to Australia, and I came back home about four years later.
I ended up on a farm in the middle of nowhere.
It was in far western New South Wales.
And this farm was 120,000 acres.
There were 22,000 sheep, and it was about 40 degrees, or 100 or so Fahrenheit.
And on this farm there was the farmer, his wife, and there was the four-year-old daughter.
And they kind of took me into the farm and showed me what it was like to live and work.
Obviously, one of the most important things was the sheep, and so my job was, well, pretty much to do everything, but it was about bringing the sheep back to the homestead.
And we'd do that by building fences, using motorbikes and horses, and the sheep would make their way all the way back to the shearing shed for the different seasons.
And what I learned was, although at the time, like everyone else, I thought sheep were pretty stupid because they didn't do what we wanted them to do, what I realize now, probably only just in the last few weeks looking back, is the sheep weren't stupid at all.
We'd put them in an environment where they didn't want to be, and they didn't want to do what we wanted them to do.
So the challenge was to try and get them to do what we wanted them to do by listening to the weather, the lay of the land, and creating things that would let the sheep flow and go where we wanted them to go.
Another bunch of years later, I ended up at Cambridge University at the Cavendish Laboratory in the U.K.
doing a Ph.D. in physics.
My Ph.D. was to move electrons around, one at a time.
And I realize â again, it's kind of these realizations looking back as to what I did â I realize now that it was pretty much the same as moving sheep around.
It really is.
It's just you do it by changing an environment.
And that's kind of been a big lesson to me, that you can't act on any object.
You change its environment, and the object will flow.
So we made it very small, so things were about 30 nanometers in size; making it very cold, so at liquid helium temperatures; and changing environment by changing the voltage, and the electrons could make flow around a loop one at a time, on and off, a little memory node.
And I wanted to go one step further, and I wanted to move one electron on and one electron off.
And I was told that I wouldn't be able to do this, which, you know, as we've heard from other people, that's the thing that makes you do it.
And I was determined, and I managed to show that I could do that.
And a lot of that learning, I think, came from being on that farm, because when I was working on the farm, we'd have to use what was around us, we'd have to use the environment, and there was no such thing as something can't be done, because you're in an environment where, if you can't do what you need to do, you can die, and, you know, I had seen that sort of thing happen.
So now my obsession is printing, and I'm really fascinated by the idea of using conventional printing processes, so the types of print that are used to create many of the things around us to make paper and card interactive.
When I spoke to some printers when I started doing this and told them what I wanted to do, which was to print conductive inks onto paper, they told me it couldn't be done, again, that kind of favorite thing.
So I got about 10 credit cards and loans and got myself very close to bankruptcy, really, and bought myself this huge printing press, which I had no idea how to use at all.
It was about five meters long, and I covered myself and the floor with ink and made a massive mess, but I learned to print.
And then I took it back to the printers and showed them what I've done, and they were like, "Of course you can do that.
Why didn't you come here in the first place?"
That's always the case.
So what we do is we take conventional printing presses, we make conductive inks, and run those through a press, and basically just letting hundreds of thousands of electrons flow through pieces of paper so we can make that paper interactive.
And it's pretty simple, really.
It's just a collection of things that have been done before, but bringing them together in a different way.
So we have a piece of paper with conductive ink on, and then add onto that a small circuit board with a couple of chips, one to run some capacitive touch software, so we know where we've touched it, and the other to run, quite often, some wireless software so the piece of paper can connect.
So I'll just describe a couple of things that we've created.
There's lots of different things we've created.
This is one of them, because I love cake.
And this one, it's a large poster, and you touch it and it has a little speaker behind it, and the poster talks to you when you touch it and asks you a series of questions, and it works out your perfect cake.
But it doesn't tell you the cake there and then.
It uploads a picture, and the reason why it chose that cake for you, to our Facebook page and to Twitter.
So we're trying to create that connection between the physical and the digital, but have it not looking on a screen, and just looking like a regular poster.
We've worked with a bunch of universities on a project looking at interactive newsprint.
So for example, we've created a newspaper, a regular newspaper.
You can wear a pair of headphones that are connected to it wirelessly, and when you touch it, you can hear the music that's described on the top, which is something you can't read.
You can hear a press conference as well as reading what the editor has determined that press conference was about.
And you can press a Facebook "like" button or you can vote on something as well.
Something else that we created, and this was an idea that I had a couple of years ago, and so we've done a project on this.
It was for funding from the government for user-centered design for energy-efficient buildings, difficult to say, and something I had no idea what it was when I went into the workshop, but quickly learned.
And we wanted to try and encourage people to use energy better.
And I really liked the idea that, instead of looking at dials and reading things to say -- looking at your energy usage, I wanted to create a poster that was wirelessly connected and had color-changing inks on it, and so if your energy usage was trending better, than the leaves would appear and the rabbits would appear and all would be good.
And if it wasn't, then there'd be graffiti and the leaves would fall off the trees.
So it was trying to make you look after something in your immediate environment, which you don't want to see not looking so good, rather than expecting people to do things in the local environment because of the effect that it has a long way off.
And I think, kind of like going back to the farm, it's about how to let people do what you want them to do rather than making people do what you want them to do.
Okay.
So this is the bit I'm really scared of.
So a couple of things I've created are, there's a poster over here that you can play drums on.
And I am not a musician. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
If anyone wants to try and play drums, then they can.
I'll just describe how this works.
This poster is wirelessly connected to my cell phone, and when you touch it, it connects to the app.
And it has really good response time.
It's using Bluetooth 4, so it's pretty instantaneous.
Okay. Thanks.
And there's a couple of other things.
So this one is like a sound board, so you can touch it, and I just love these horrible noises.
Okay, and this is a D.J. turntable.
So it's wirelessly linked to my iPad, and this is a software that's running on the iPad.
Oh, yes. I just love doing that.
I'm not a D.J., though, but I just always wanted to do that.
So I have a crossfader, and I have the two decks.
So I've made some new technology, and I love things being creative, and I love working with creative people.
So my 15-year-old niece, she's amazing, and she's called Charlotte, and I asked her to record something, and I worked with a friend called Elliot to put some beats together.
So this is my niece, Charlotte.
Yay!
So that's pretty much what I do.
I just love bringing technology together, having a lot of fun, being creative.
But it's not about the technology.
It's just about, I want to create some great experiences.
So thank you very much. | {
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They believed that they needed to get the attacked girl to a safe place fast.
âI never asked you to save me. You just jumped in and meddled in it on your own, so I wonât thank you for it.â
The girl in question didnât seem very grateful about it, however.
âHer ego really inflated once things calmed down...
There were three of them riding the high-speed carriage.
Lucella, Ivar, and the mysterious girl.
The girl in an outing dress crossed her legs in a bad manner and was staring hard at the two with her sky-blue eyes.
Be it her glossy golden hair, well-tended skin, or luxurious dress, they were all suggesting she was a young lady of a prestigious family, but her attitude ruined that appearance.
âActually, doesnât she resemble someone?
Lucella felt like her looks resembled someone from her memories, and it bothered her.
âIt looked like you would die if we didnât help, though?â
âIndeed. Maybe dying there wouldâve been better. After all, compared to those who would grieve for me, ten thousand times more people wouldâve been happy about it.â
Ivar seemed a little annoyed and asked it sarcastically, but the girl responded with a nihilistic smile and turned away.
Dying there wouldâve been better.
She had no expectations from the world from the start.
Her words sounded like some sort of self-defense. Perhaps it was better to leave her be, but Lucella couldnât ignore it.
âYou shouldnât say such things.â
âWhat? Are you planning to lecture me now?â
She glared sharply at Lucella after hearing her rebuttal.
It was a little different from coercion.
It felt more like she was saying not to touch her and to stay away.
A dog that was continuously chased by humans with stones and sticks wouldâve surely had the same threatening gaze.
âI should be the one to decide whether I have any worth or not.â
âBut... you were scared when that monster had you cornered.â
âI wasnât scared!â
âBeing scared isnât a bad thing. Itâs normal to be scared of dying. When humans truly exhaust all their options and give up on everything else... they stop fearing everything and die in silence. If you think back on why you were scared of dying... you should be able to find out what it is that you need to do.â
Lucella tried to convince her with all she had.
She had known a person who had accepted her own death. Compared to Giselle, it was clear that this girl hadnât accepted her death.
She said such a thing because she was seriously considering dying but then realized she didnât want to die.
This girl was surely standing at the edge of a cliff and simply peering down from there, but Lucella felt a destructive premonition from her suggesting that she would one day end up jumping down from there.
â...Youâre quite impudent.â
The girl seemed to have no words to return and muttered so in weakened spirits.
âBy the way, isnât it a good time for you to tell us your name already?â
But once Ivar asked for her name, the girl seemed to have regained her willpower and shrugged in displeasure.
âOh my, you donât even recognize my face? Are you bumpkins, perhaps? Iâm not obliged to give my name.â
âBut if we donât know who in the world you are, we wouldnât be able to take you home.â
âIn that case, just hand me over to the gatekeeper at the city walls. That would be plenty.â
The royal capital could already be seen ahead of the carriage. A deep, clear moat, and strong and high city walls that were like a fortress, were surrounding it. The highway was drawn in towards the gate tower that served as an exit and entrance of it.
âLook.â
The girl pointed before the gate tower.
There stood not low-rank gate guards, but instead, knights dressed in luxurious armor, waiting for someoneâs arrival.
âGood work. Are you adventurers?â
One of the knights asked overbearingly with his helmet still on.
âYes, technically.â
âMe too!â
Ivar and Lucella showed their adventurer cards.
Ivar also had adventurer status for convenience to aid his adventurer manager work.
Lucella also originally had adventurer qualifications for the same reasons too. Afterward, things turned complicated, but they confirmed her identity so she was reissued a temporary card for the time being.
But when the knight saw her card, he couldnât help but exclaim.
âWhatâs with this adventurer card? Itâs not broken, is it?â
âNo, uhh...â
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The knight seemed to suspect the adventurer card after seeing those impossible values.
These stat values were in fact completely accurate, in reality...
âItâs them. They saved me, there is no mistake.â
Surprisingly, the mysterious girl offered a helping hand and the knight backed down.
âI shall reward you for your deed.â
The knight pushed a gold coin pouch to the two without asking for their consent.
The size of the pouch was just big enough to fit in Lucellaâs hand... but if it was full of gold coins, the total sum would be quite a bit shocking.
âYou have done well. Now then, if you wish to enter the city, follow the fixed procedures.â
With that, the knights turned their backs without waiting for their response.
The mysterious girl glanced at Lucella for a moment but it ended at that. She quickly disappeared beyond the gate with the knights.
âIs this supposed to be hush money... or perhaps not to pry into it?â
âWonder whatâs up with that girl...â
Ivar confirmed the pouch contents and started counting the gold coins without looking particularly happy.
âOh well. Weâll find out after investigating it. Iâll tell you if I learn anything. About that golem too.â
âThank you. Then Iâll head back to where Mom and others are.â
âRight. Well, do your best.â
Still having apprehensions, the two headed to the gate tower checkpoint to deal with the entry procedures.
The mysterious girl had already disappeared from their view. | {
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âHey, say something!â Fortuna urged.
â...Itâs because I cannot accept your proposal, Fortuna,â Aurora finally responded after being pressed.
âUgh, are you going to play the good girl again and make decisions on your own?â Fortuna expressed her displeasure without restraint. The chair she had been seated on plummeted and settled on the floor without a sound.
Fortuna looked at me with a smirk, boldly switching her crossed legs, causing her metal armor and shoes to clink coldly.
âNice to meet you, Glass Dimelia,â she said, looking down at me with an air of condescension, her red-tinged wings spreading aggressively.
âStep down, Fortuna,â Aurora interjected softly, attempting to moderate her companion, but Fortuna only arched an eyebrow and ignored her.
âDid you hear about the conditions for reincarnation?â Fortuna asked, toying with her phoenix-decorated staff. I shook my head; no conditions had been mentioned to me.
âThereâs no need to tell him. I will take care of the reincarnation,â Aurora asserted.
âYou wonât. Itâs Chronosâs role,â Fortuna shot back.
âBut itâs I who has the right to decide,â Aurora stated firmly.
Fortunaâs assertive presence made me question the sincerity behind Auroraâs seemingly gentle and soothing words. My adoptive father, whom I had killed, had behaved similarly before revealing his true intentions.
âFortuna. Are there conditions tied to my reincarnation?â I cut through their argument to address Fortuna directly.
âSee, you didnât inform him,â Fortuna said, glancing at Aurora with a triumphant look. She moved her chair closer to my crystal enclosure.
âAurora prefers to simply place souls in pleasant environments for their new lives. But for a valuable hero such as yourself, we should leverage your knowledge or else it wouldnât truly be a reward,â Fortuna explained.
âThatâs dangerous. Itâs precisely because we are goddesses and can interfere with peopleâs destinies that we should limit our power,â Aurora interjected before I could respond.
âHow old-fashioned. I never said we should use the âAkashic Recordâ to bend destiny. Iâm just suggesting we reincarnate them as they are,â Fortuna countered.
I didnât understand the specifics of reincarnation, but it was clear the conditions proposed by Aurora and Fortuna differed significantly.
âAnd you, donât be deceived just because a goddess is speaking to you. In fact, it was Aurora who ordered your execution through Cassius because you tampered with the process of reincarnation,â Fortuna revealed.
I had already sensed this truth dimly, but even with full knowledge of my executionâs circumstances, there was nothing I could do about the past.
âI thought we could wait until we had confirmed that the homunculus had properly accepted your soul. Only then could it be considered complete,â Fortuna stated.
âAt that level of perfection, I couldnât imagine it failing,â Aurora interjected with a wave of her hand.
âSure, whatever. Itâs in the name of justice, right?â Fortuna rose from her chair, waving her hand dismissively to cut off Auroraâs words. The clink of her metal shoes and armor resonated in the space.
âNow, which would you prefer? To be reborn as an infant, your memories erased, or to be reincarnated with all the memories you possess now?â Fortuna posed the question, making it clear that there was a choice to be made regarding the conditions of my reincarnation.
It seemed that Auroraâs condition for reincarnation involved starting anew without memories. If I had agreed to reincarnation without being informed of these terms, my essence, âI,â would have ceased to exist. Yet, Fortunaâs proposition to maintain my memories intrigued me.
â...Is that really possible?â I asked, seeking clarification.
I had anticipated more conditions might be presented, but it appeared to be solely a question of memory retention.
â...If I am reincarnated with my memories intact, could I redo my life? When you talk about conditions, are we talking only about memory?â I wanted to be sure.
âYes. And Iâll ensure youâre born into a better situation than before, so youâll feel much better than in your previous miserable existence. Although, it might be hard for you to find happiness, given you never really experienced it before,â Fortuna explained, her tone sharp yet holding a flicker of empathy.
I did have a better impression of Fortuna, who smiled as she spoke. Rather than acting sympathetic like Aurora, it was strangely easier for me to accept the way she presented my situation clearly and objectively.
If what Fortuna said was right, what would life have been like without the loneliness and misery I was born into?
âYou see, youâre getting interested, arenât you? And since you have your memory, maybe you can continue your study of alchemy?â Fortuna suggested, a hint of encouragement in her tone.
âFortuna,â Aurora addressed her, wary of the risk of brushing up against those unpredictable taboos again. As evidence of her concern, her tone grew more serious.
â...Thatâs not a decision to be made lightly.â
âAh, you poor thing. Are you frightened?â Fortuna turned her attention to me, her words a mixture of comfort and condescension, then glanced at Aurora dismissively, âAnd you, no need for such a scowl.â
âItâs not Glass, but you Iâm angry at,â Aurora clarified.
âWhy? Itâs not like itâs forbidden. We have just always followed your style,â Fortuna retorted before turning back to me. âYou have already been executed once, so you wonât misbehave again, will you?â
âI would prefer to spend my new life without worrying about that,â I replied. After all, if I were to be granted a new life, there would be no need to break the taboo again. The idea of leading a life without alchemy also intrigued me.
âSee? Itâs fine. I also thought it would be good to observe how this hero would live if he was reincarnated with his memories,â Fortuna mused.
â...I cannot accept that you distort the process of reincarnation for your own amusement,â Aurora expressed her disapproval, but Fortuna pointed her finger and laughed off the criticism.
is written all over your face!â
âIf you understand, then stop at once.â
âLike hell I will!â Fortunaâs voice was defiant, and without paying any mind to Auroraâs trembling anger, she gestured with her staff towards the air.
âChronos! Wake up, you sleepyhead!â The empty chair floating in midair began to glow with a pale light. A figure with reddish flaxen hair, dressed in matching clothes, and holding a gold cane resembling a mechanism like a hairspring, materialized, sitting quietly with her eyes closed.
Fortuna looked up at her and clicked her heels in annoyance. âI said wake up!â She flapped her wings, and a gust of wind rushed through, jolting the chair and its occupant. The girl, presumably Chronos, shuddered and sluggishly stood up midair, yawning.
âThe quicker you reincarnate this guy, the quicker you can go back to your afternoon nap,â Fortuna commanded sternly. Chronos, now identified as a little goddess who seemed to have just woken up, blinked sleepily and looked at me.
âYou canât, Chronos. That person still has his memoriesââ
âArenât you listening to what Iâm saying?â Fortuna interrupted Aurora, insisting on her command. Chronos, acquiescing, waved her golden, mechanically intricate staff.
âI agree with his reincarnation. A new life for this personââ As Chronos spoke, the spring on her staff began to move, and simultaneously, unfamiliar words lit up on the floor around me.
âI donât remember consenting to this!â I shouted as a brilliant surge of light rushed towards me. The crystal cage shattered, and the light enveloped me in an instant.
âYou donât have the right to refuse. At least become a good experimental subject!â Fortunaâs mocking voice was the last thing I heard. | {
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Cortina stayed behind for a bit to go and thank the innâs owner for informing Lyell about the situation. She made the owner check the room and see her note by breaking the window in a flashy manner.
She had no time to write a detailed message, and leaving the normal way would let Mateus escape from her eyes. Considering everything, she chose to go with that method.
This was a double room, so it was a little too narrow for the five Heroes, me, and three men on top of it.
Maxwell cast wind magic along the walls to diffuse the air and not let the sound escape outside.
âReminds me, werenât you a little too fast there, Nicole?â
After the sound was blocked, Cortina asked me. Thinking back, I used my newly-learned muscle strengthening when rushing at Lyell, so it was natural for her to think that.
âI just dashed normally. Didnât you see it yourself, Cortina?â
âNo, I didnât, thatâs why Iâm asking... But youâre right, you probably escaped my sight since you are so tiny.â
âDonât call me tiny. What about you, mom?â
âMe too... Iâm sorry, but I was looking at Lyell there.â
Fortunately, everyoneâs gazes were concentrated on Lyell at that time. There was no one there who paid attention to my smallâdo know that I have been growing thoughâstature. If I kept saying that it was just Cortinaâs imagination, no one should delve deeper into it.
Besides, I interfered with my own body and strengthened it, so I was confident that I didnât leave any hints. Had I used threads to strengthen myself instead, I probably would have no excuses left.
Now that I think about it, Mateus knew that I used threads. I had to remember to muzzle him later.
âNow then, wonât you start talking? Where is Klein.â
Cortina pressed a question to Mateus who lay tied up on the bed. Honestly, I was feeling more and more hostile towards him. I was absolutely against Cortina approaching him on the bed. I knew it was important, but still, I hated the idea.
That said, the other two were out cold, so he was the only one we could talk to. Our goal was to catch Klein and to take back the taxation certificate that he took with him. So I understood that we had to question Mateus, the only conscious person of the three.
However, Mateus was instead pondering something with a pensive expression.
âDo you plan to keep silent this late in the game? Let me warn you just in case, but you donât have the option of suicide with Maria here.â
âNo way, no way. I do want to keep my life. Besides, Master Klein is not worth enough to forsake my life for him, right?â
âThen what are you hesitating for?â
He shook his head at Cortinaâs question. He continued with a shameless smile on his face.
âIâm thinking about my future. Either you kill me, or I get a death penalty, right?â
âThatâs right.â
âRight? But I was discouraged at the very end. I was made to know that there exist strong people that I have no hope of beating. I have lost my motivation to continue this work.â
âWhat are you trying to say?â
âI mean... Iâm saying that I will spill everything, so wonât you let me go?â
Cortina was quick to refuse, but Maxwell cut into their conversation. He had his usual impish expression and was stroking his beard.
âNo need to be hasty, Cortina. There might be some merit to us too in what he is suggesting.â
âHuh, you plan to believe this guy?â
âI could not possibly trust him completely, of course. However, making someone like him talk would take a lot of time. He might even give us false information before dying.â
Cortina swelled her cheeks and complained at Maxwell like a kid. Standing there with her hands on her hips and glaring at him made her look unsuitably immature for her age.
âHmm... If we were to let him go, we shall give him two conditions.â
âTwo?â
Maxwell turned towards Mateus and revealed a mean smile that he tended to show from time to time. He drew his face closer to Mateus and spoke in a scheming tone.
âFirst, you have to quit your work as an assassin. Never taking another job again.â
âR-Right. I will gladly accept that. Iâd rather not fight a monster like that person ever again.â
âCalling me a monster, huh? Want me to make it so you can never open that mouth again?â
âCalm down, Lyell. Also, the other condition is that you would be under my supervision for a fixed period.â
âUnder your supervision?â
âSimply put, I can use your power as I see fit.â
âHold on, I was planning to retire and just go plow fields or something, you know? If I become your henchman, Iâd just find myself in more trouble, wonât I?â
Mateus said in protest at Maxwellâs demand. Cortina also chimed in with her own objection.
âThatâs right! Besides, even if you make him your underling, do you really think you can trust him!?â
âOf course not. However, if he decides to turn on me, I can always set Lyell on him. I wonder if he would be willing to take on such a risk just to deceive me?â
âAbsolutely not. I never want to fight against that person ever again!â
He hurriedly shook his head left and right with a pale expression. So he was beaten up by Lyell to that point, huh? I wonder how scared he felt?
âSo, what would you do? Of course, you can refuse, but in that case, I will have to ask Lyell and Maria to do their best to obtain information.â
âLike I have an option to refuse! I got it, I will talk and Iâll become your underling!!â
âCortina, I understand your doubts. However, I wanted to obtain more pieces for myself. After all, I just lost one not long ago.â
âDo you mean Haumea, Reidâs reincarnation?â
âNow now, I never said anything of the sort, have I?â
âIsnât it a bit too late toââ
âThere is no time for that now. Go on, tell us what you know about Klein.â
He stopped Cortina with his hand and urged Mateus to start talking. Mateus started spilling the beans as he was told to, all while stealing glances at Lyell and Maria.
âKlein is currently in a City of the Geeze Union called Sedim.â
âSedim... Their Capital, huh?â
âYeah, he contacted me a little ago. He is hiding there with the slave merchant, with the Jend Sect guarding them. That said, I am distancing myself from the other Jend Sect members so there might be some delay in the information. Based on the latest information that I have, he is definitely there.â
âAnd why are you distancing yourself?â
âThe Head... is a battle junky, and well, Iâve been planning to take his head one day.â
âSo your eccentric personality is due to his influence.â
âItâs partly my own innate nature.â
Geeze Union, like the Sword Kingdom of Alecmarle, was one of the southwestern kingdoms that had separated from the Southern City-State Alliance. They were in a truce with the City-State centered around Qaum. This happened due to the appearance of the Evil Dragon Colchis.
And it was also the place where Lyell was born.
âIf itâs Geeze, Lyell should be familiar with the land, right?â
âUh, no... Actually, I am not very familiar with anything outside of my village, Croix...â
âGoodness... So you really were a bumpkin swordsman.â
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æãéŖãããããžãã | If you talk to someone today in America about sexual activity, you'll find pretty soon you're not just talking about sexual activity.
You're also talking about baseball.
Because baseball is the dominant cultural metaphor that Americans use to think about and we know that because there's all this language in English that seems to be talking about baseball but that's really talking about sexual activity.
So, for example, you can be a pitcher or a catcher, and that corresponds to whether you perform a sexual act or receive a sexual act.
Of course, there are the bases, which refer to specific sexual activities that happen in a very specific order, ultimately resulting in scoring a run or hitting a home run, which is usually having vaginal intercourse to the point of orgasm, at least for the guy.
You can strike out, which means you don't get to have any sexual activity.
And if you're a benchwarmer, you might be a virgin or somebody who for whatever reason isn't in the game, maybe because of your age or because of your ability or because of your skillset.
A bat's a penis, and a nappy dugout is a vulva, or a vagina.
A glove or a catcher's mitt is a condom.
A switch-hitter is a bisexual person, and we gay and lesbian folks play for the other team.
And then there's this one: "if there's grass on the field, play ball."
And that usually refers to if a young person, specifically often a young woman, is old enough to have pubic hair, she's old enough to have sex with.
This baseball model is incredibly problematic.
It's sexist. It's heterosexist.
It's competitive. It's goal-directed.
And it can't result in healthy sexuality developing in young people or in adults.
So we need a new model.
I'm here today to offer you that new model.
And it's based on pizza.
Now pizza is something that is universally understood and that most people associate with a positive experience.
So let's do this.
Let's take baseball and pizza and compare it when talking about three aspects of sexual activity: the trigger for sexual activity, what happens during sexual activity, and the expected outcome of sexual activity.
So when do you play baseball?
You play baseball when it's baseball season and when there's a game on the schedule.
It's not exactly your choice.
So if it's prom night or a wedding night or at a party or if our parents aren't home, hey, it's just batter up.
Can you imagine saying to your coach, "Uh, I'm not really feeling it today, I think I'll sit this game out."
That's just not the way it happens.
And when you get together to play baseball, immediately you're with two opposing teams, one playing offense, one playing defense, somebody's trying to move deeper into the field.
That's usually a sign to the boy.
Somebody's trying to defend people moving into the field.
That's often given to the girl.
It's competitive.
We're not playing with each other.
We're playing against each other.
And when you show up to play baseball, nobody needs to talk about what we're going to do or how this baseball game might be good for us.
Everybody knows the rules.
You just take your position and play the game.
But when do you have pizza?
Well, you have pizza when you're hungry for pizza.
It starts with an internal sense, an internal desire, or a need.
"Huh. I could go for some pizza."
And because it's an internal desire, we actually have some sense of control over that.
I could decide that I'm hungry but know that it's not a great time to eat.
And then when we get together with someone for pizza, we're not competing with them, we're looking for an experience that both of us will share that's satisfying for both of us, and when you get together for pizza with somebody, what's the first thing you do?
You talk about it.
You talk about what you want.
You talk about what you like.
You may even negotiate it.
"How do you feel about pepperoni?" "Not so much, I'm kind of a mushroom guy myself."
"Well, maybe we can go half and half."
And even if you've had pizza with somebody don't you still say things like, "Should we get the usual?"
"Or maybe something a little more adventurous?"
Okay, so when you're playing baseball, so if we talk about during sexual activity, when you're playing baseball, you're just supposed to round the bases in the proper order one at a time.
You can't hit the ball and run to right field.
That doesn't work.
And you also can't get to second base and say, "I like it here. I'm going to stay here."
No.
And also, of course, with baseball, there's, like, the specific equipment and a specific skill set.
Not everybody can play baseball. It's pretty exclusive.
Okay, but what about pizza?
When we're trying to figure out what's good for pizza, isn't it all about what's our pleasure?
There are a million different kinds of pizza.
There's a million different toppings.
There's a million different ways to eat pizza.
And none of them are wrong. They're different.
And in this case, difference is good, because that's going to increase the chance that we're having a satisfying experience.
And lastly, what's the expected outcome of baseball?
Well, in baseball, you play to win.
You score as many runs as you can.
There's always a winner in baseball, and that means there's always a loser in baseball.
But what about pizza?
Well, in pizza, we're not really -- there's no winning. How do you win pizza?
You don't. But you do look for, "Are we satisfied?"
And sometimes that can be different amounts over different times or with different people or on different days.
And we get to decide when we feel satisfied.
If we're still hungry, we might have some more.
If you eat too much, though, you just feel gross.
So what if we could take this pizza model and overlay it on top of sexuality education?
A lot of sexuality education that happens today is so influenced by the baseball model, and it sets up education that can't help but produce unhealthy sexuality in young people.
And those young people become older people.
But if we could create sexuality education that was more like pizza, we could create education that invites people to think about their own desires, to make deliberate decisions about what they want, to talk about it with their partners, and to ultimately look for not some external outcome but for what feels satisfying, and we get to decide that.
You may have noticed in the baseball and pizza comparison, They're all exclamation points.
But under the pizza model, they're questions.
And who gets to answer those questions?
You do. I do.
So remember, when we're thinking about sexuality education and sexual activity, baseball, you're out.
Pizza is the way to think about healthy, satisfying sexual activity, and good, comprehensive sexuality education.
Thank you very much for your time. | {
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ãããã¨ãããããžã | And as activists, we would take our Polaroid camera, we would take her picture, we would wait 90 seconds, and we would give her the photograph.
And she would then have the evidence she needed to go to court.
We were making what was invisible visible.
I've been doing this for 30 years.
I've been part of a social movement that has been working on ending violence against women and children.
And for all those years, I've had an absolutely passionate and sometimes not popular belief that this violence is not inevitable, that it is learned, and if it's learned, it can be un-learned, and it can be prevented.
Why do I believe this?
Because it's true.
It is absolutely true.
Between 1993 and 2010, domestic violence among adult women has gone down by 64 percent, and that is great news.
Sixty-four percent. Now, how did we get there?
Our eyes were wide open.
Thirty years ago, women were beaten, they were stalked, they were raped, and no one talked about it.
There was no justice.
And as an activist, that was not good enough.
And so step one on this journey is we organized, and we created this extraordinary underground network of amazing women who opened shelters, and if they didn't open a shelter, they opened their home so that women and children could be safe.
And you know what else we did?
We had bake sales, we had car washes, and we did everything we could do to fundraise, and then at one point we said, you know, it's time that we went to the federal government and asked them to pay for these extraordinary services that are saving people's lives.
Right? And so, step number two, we knew we needed to change the laws.
And so we went to Washington, and we lobbied for the first piece of legislation.
And I remember walking through the halls of the U.S. Capitol, and I couldn't imagine that anybody would ever challenge this important piece of legislation.
I was probably 30 and naive.
But I heard about a congressman who had a very, very different point of view.
Do you know what he called this important piece of legislation?
He called it the Take the Fun Out of Marriage Act.
The Take the Fun Out of Marriage Act.
Ladies and gentlemen, that was in 1984 in the United States, and I wish I had Twitter.
Ten years later, after lots of hard work, we finally passed the Violence Against Women Act, which is a life-changing act that has saved so many lives. Thank you.
I was proud to be part of that work, and it changed the laws and it put millions of dollars into local communities.
And you know what else it did? It collected data.
And I have to tell you, I'm passionate about data.
In fact, I am a data nerd.
I'm sure there are a lot of data nerds here.
I am a data nerd, and the reason for that is I want to make sure that if we spend a dollar, that the program works, and if it doesn't work, we should change the plan.
And I also want to say one other thing: We are not going to solve this problem or by even building more shelters.
It is about economic empowerment for women, it is about healing kids who are hurt, and it is about prevention with a capital P.
And so, step number three on this journey: We know, if we're going to keep making this progress, we're going to have to turn up the volume, we're going to have to increase the visibility, and we're going to have to engage the public.
And so knowing that, we went to the Advertising Council, build a public education campaign.
And we looked around the world to Canada and Australia and Brazil and parts of Africa, and we took this knowledge and we built the first national public education campaign called There's No Excuse for Domestic Violence.
Take a look at one of our spots.
Man: Where's dinner?
Woman: Well, I thought you'd be home a couple hours ago, and I put everything away, soâ Man: What is this? Pizza. Woman: If you had just called me, I would have knownâ Man: Dinner? Dinner ready is a pizza? Woman: Honey, please don't be so loud.
Please don'tâLet go of me!
Man: Get in the kitchen! Woman: No! Help!
Man: You want to see what hurts? That's what hurts! That's what hurts! Woman: Help me!
["Children have to sit by and watch. What's your excuse?"] Esta Soler: As we were in the process of releasing this campaign, O.J. Simpson was arrested for the murder of his wife and her friend.
We learned that he had a long history of domestic violence.
The media became fixated.
The story of domestic violence went from the back page, but actually from the no-page, to the front page.
Our ads blanketed the airwaves, and women, for the first time, started to tell their stories.
Movements are about moments, and we seized this moment.
And let me just put this in context.
Before 1980, do you have any idea how many articles were in The New York Times on domestic violence?
I'll tell you: 158.
And in the 2000s, over 7,000.
We were obviously making a difference.
But we were still missing a critical element.
So, step four: We needed to engage men.
We couldn't solve this problem with 50 percent of the population on the sidelines.
And I already told you I'm a data nerd.
National polling told us that men felt indicted and not invited into this conversation.
So we wondered, how can we include men?
How can we get men to talk about violence against women and girls?
And a male friend of mine pulled me aside and he said, "You want men to talk about violence against women and girls. Men don't talk."
I apologize to the men in the audience.
I know you do.
But he said, "Do you know what they do do?
They do talk to their kids.
They talk to their kids as parents, as coaches."
And that's what we did.
We met men where they were at and we built a program.
And then we had this one event that stays in my heart forever where a basketball coach was talking to a room filled with male athletes and men from all walks of life.
And he was talking about the importance of coaching boys into men and changing the culture of the locker room and giving men the tools to have healthy relationships.
And all of a sudden, he looked at the back of the room, and he saw his daughter, and he called out his daughter's name, Michaela, and he said, "Michaela, come up here."
And she's nine years old, and she was kind of shy, and she got up there, and he said, "Sit down next to me."
She sat right down next to him.
He gave her this big hug, and he said, "People ask me why I do this work.
I do this work because I'm her dad, and I don't want anyone ever to hurt her."
And as a parent, I get it.
I get it, knowing that there are so many sexual assaults on college campuses that are so widespread and so under-reported.
We've done a lot for adult women.
We've got to do a better job for our kids.
We just do. We have to. We've come a long way since the days of the Polaroid.
Technology has been our friend.
The mobile phone is a global game changer for the empowerment of women, and Facebook and Twitter and Google and YouTube and all the social media helps us organize and tell our story in a powerful way.
And so those of you in this audience who have helped build those applications and those platforms, as an organizer, I say, thank you very much.
Really. I clap for you.
I'm the daughter of a man who joined one club in his life, the Optimist Club.
You can't make that one up.
And it is his spirit and his optimism that is in my DNA.
I have been doing this work for over 30 years, and I am convinced, now more than ever, in the capacity of human beings to change.
I believe we can bend the arc of human history toward compassion and equality, and I also fundamentally believe and passionately believe that this violence does not have to be part of the human condition.
And I ask you, stand with us as we create futures without violence for women and girls and men and boys everywhere.
Thank you very much. | {
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And so if a player was not doing that, there was a good possibility that they were a beginner.
And beginners tended to have weak equipment.
So if I targeted their heads...I could kill them in one shot!
Kiririri... Shu!
As the targets were far away, I could not hear the sounds of the arrows as they hit.
However, the players still fell silently on the ground and disappeared into light.
Their party members would see this and stop in surprise.
Now they were also easy targets...!
Kiririri...shu! Shu! Shu!
One and then three shots.
All of them pierced their heads, killing the enemy in a single hit.
They did not even have enough time to comprehend how they had been defeated.
I felt a little bad for them, but someone else would have got them soon enough, if they were going to move like that.
But there were also players who were completely different and were already within range.
And they did not show themselves.
The moment I thought I could see them, they would hide behind something.
And they were slowly approaching me.
Veteran players could always stay calm.
Even if they were hit by an arrow, they would just react with an âoh,â and then quickly hide again.
Then they would use an item to heal and then start moving.
And so it was hard to finish them off, but I kept trying...
âMr. Kyuji! Theyâre at the bottom of the tower!â
âAgain...!â
I had allowed the enemy to get close.
And so a ferocious battle of ranged attacks ensued between the entrance of the tower and the bushes.
Satomi and Gochu launched fireballs, and Anne swung her iron ball at the enemy, but they seemed to be struggling.
At such times as these, I had to stop sniping and help them.
I unleashed numerous arrows over the bushes where the enemy was hiding, and scorched a wide area.
Once they were clearly visible, it would not be very difficult to defeat them.
It would be ideal if we could just burn the entire forest in the area, but management had put safety measures in place so that we couldnât do that. The trees in this area would grow again very quickly after being destroyed.
At a speed that would be impossible in real life...!
And so the players moving towards the tower would always have a place to hide.
These stealthy beasts would be constantly coming for our heads.
At the same time, we were hunters, and we would also be targeting them.
â...There! Wind God Sky Tear!â
It shot through the playerâs head, along with the tree he was hiding behind.
Once I knew how tall they were, I could get a good idea of where their head would be behind the tree.
Hmm. He was still moving in spite of being shot through the head...
As this was such a big event, there were a lot of players who were confident in their defense ability.
And so I unleashed a follow up attack before he could heal. And it was only after I saw that he was dead that I looked elsewhere.
â kills!â
That was already double what I did last time...!
I had been thinking about my kill count at first, but I was too busy after I reached .
There were so many players now who moved as if they knew that I was camped up in the tower.
Still, I didnât want to let the others down, and I continued to focus on shooting. And this was the result.
â...Not too bad.â
While the map was getting smaller, the tower was still inside.
However, it was more towards the edge, so I doubted that we could stay here until the end. But that had not come yet, and so there should be no problem with staying here and shooting a little longer.
And after the last great ambush, the number of enemies approaching started to fall.
It would be nice if I could take a short break now...
It was important to rest if you wanted to be in the best condition to shoot.
âNecoco. Are there any enemies behind...â
Her claws moved faster than the eye could follow as she cut through the air.
A second later, a winged player appeared out of nowhere.
While their helmet was slashed open, they were still alive!
And in order to go after the retreating player, Necoco jumped off of the tower!
This time, her claws slashed through the wings as if she was determined to knock the player out of the air.
But even after the player lost the ability to fly, Necoco continued her relentless attacks!
As the player fell, they were stuck by a cutting bolt of lightning!
And so they turned into light and disappeared.
âLightning Speed!â
Necoco kicked off of the air and returned to the top of the tower.
And then she sighed.
âI shouldnât have to use so many charge attacks to defeat one person...â
âHe looked really strong, so I think you made the right decision. And thanks for protecting me. It would have been game over if I was alone. Just like the first time.â
âIâm glad to hear you say that! Now, this is still just the beginning! We have to assume that the remaining players are all strong from this point on!â
âReally...!â
There would be an announcement when there were only parties left, but that time had not yet come.
In a normal battle royale, it wouldnât end until you killed all of your opponents, but in this one, you just had to survive until a certain point.
There were probably players out there who were just hiding nervously.
âHide and Seek to become the strongestâ... Well, that didnât sound too bad...
It could be cool and fun in its own way.
Well, we had chosen to do the opposite. Stick out and kill our rivals.
And so we would hold the tower for as long as we could.
âOld man! A few parties are coming this way! But they arenât attacking each other in spite of being close... So they must be working together!â
âThey formed an alliance in order to take us down... It would be difficult to attack the tower while having to watch your own back, so thatâs smart of them.â
âWhat should we do?â
âWhile they are cooperating now, they are still enemies. The alliance should fall apart easily if we can split them up.â
âAnd how will we do that?â
âWell...you know. Anyway, letâs get them!â | {
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Rabbit-eared girl Shia Hauliaâs voice echoed in the canyon. Apparently, this rabbit wasnât alone and her tribe was also in a similar predicament. She was very desperate, and though Yue kept increasing the strength of her kicks, she showed no sign of letting go despite the shoe marks on her cheek.
Because she was so desperate, Hajime couldnât help but use... ... his [Lightning Clad].
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Although he adjusted the voltage and current to be non-lethal, he believed that she probably wouldnât be able to move for a while. Shiaâs rabbit ears straightened out and her hair produced smoke. When Lightning-Clad stopped, she fell over in convulsions.
âGeez, what a shameless rabbit. Shall we go, Yue?â (Hajime)
Hajime started pouring magic power into the bike.
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âI, I wonât let go~â (Shia)
Shia got up like a zombie and clung onto Hajimeâs leg. Surprised, Hajime immediately stopped injecting magic power into the bike.
âYouâre just like a zombie. Although it was non-lethal, how did you manage to get up? You scared me for a moment.â (Hajime)
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âUu~what did you say! I also have something to say, you know! Kicking and then electrocuting me, that was so cruel! Iâll sue you, you know! As an apology, please help my tribe!â (Shia)
In her anger, Shia demanded their aid with unexpected composure. Though Hajime thought about dragging her on the ground as he drove onwards, when he thought that she wouldnât let go anytime soon, the image of a blood-stained rabbit-eared girl who continued to cling to his leg gave him the chills.
âGeez, what is it? Iâll hear you out, for now, so let go. Hey, donât casually wipe your filthy face with my coat!â (Hajime)
When he said that heâll hear her out, Shiaâs face started to brighten with a smile and she casually began wiping her dirty face with Hajimeâs coat. What good etiquette. Irritated, Hajime hit her once again and she let out a cry while crouching.
âHyun! I-I was hit again! Even father has never hit me before! Look at me well, Iâm a beauty! And with these proportions, ... wait ... can it be that youâre into guys?! So thatâs why youâre not affected by my beauty! Guuhuu!?â (Shia)
âWhoâs ****, you annoying rabbit! Now that you mention it, how do you know about that? Yue and you, where the heck did you learn that from? Well, letâs put that aside for now. Though I donât know where that seduction gag came from, the reason I refused your invitation is that there is a higher level bishoujo beside me. Look at Yueâs dignified form and tell me how you could seduce me!â (Hajime)
While saying that Hajime stole a glance at Yue. Upon hearing his words, Yue covered her blushing face with her hands while shaking in excitement. Her hair that reflected the sunlight shone with starlight. Her bisque doll-like skin now dyed in faint red was capable of charming anyone without exception.
She wore a pure white dress shirt and black mini-skirt decorated with frills, and a long, light gray coat with an azure blue ribbon tie adorning her head with short boots and knee socks. All of it was made from Oscarâs clothing collection and demonic beast materials gathered by Yue herself. Considering the beasts were from hell, it also provided high defense for the wearer.
Hajime wore similar clothing composed of a black coat lined with red, black pants and a white dress shirt. This was also made by Yue. At first, Yue made him white clothes to give themselves a pair-look, which of course looked quite embarrassing because of his white hair made him all-white. Hajime felt it was unpleasant, and so settled with his current style.
Shia could only flinch and groan when she saw Yueâs beauty. But there was one thing that needed to be corrected: this was his subjective view that removed body proportion from the picture. In that sense, Shia wouldnât lose in terms of being a bishoujo.
With long and straight snow-white hair tinted with a blue highlight and clear-blue eyes, white eyebrows and eyelashes, and her white, supple skin made her figure feel alluring. Her legs were also slender and long. Her rabbit ears and tail that occasionally twitched added to her cuteness. If furry-lovers (kemona) saw her, they would surely unconsciously shed a tear of joy.
Above all, there is one thing that Shia had that Yue lacked: her big boobs. Her ragtag clothes emphasized her profound weapons. They were truly a weapon that couldnât keep silent. They would shake violently every time she moved. They shook violently, not just bounce, for confirmation.
In short, her confidence in her figure and beauty was not strange at all. It could be said that Hajime was the strange one; before, he would surely jump on the chance to meet a rabbit-eared beauty.
Even so, Shiaâs pride was damaged. And in her ignorance, the forbidden words were said-
âBu-but! If itâs a comparison of size, itâs my win! Donât you see that girl is flat-chested!â (Shia)
Her shout echoed in the valley. Yue, who was trembling in embarrassment suddenly got off of the bike with her expression hidden behind her bangs.
Hajime could only mutter a few words in prayer while looking at the sky and silently gesture a prayer to the heavens. Shia, rest in peace....
Yueâs whisper-like voice can be heard by the trembling Shiaâs ear.
â... Have you said your prayers?â (Yue)
â... Iâm sorry...â (Shia)
â... ...... Just die!â âStorm Emperorââ (Yue)
âAaaaaaaâ-!!â (Shia)
Suddenly, a tornado appeared and swallow up Shia, launching her high into the atmosphere. Her scream echoed in the canyon on the way up. After seconds, Gusha!She fell in front of Hajime and Yue.
Her body convulsed although her head buried in the ground. It was completely gag-like. Though her figure was extraordinary, she could only be described as a failure. Having only worn tattered clothes, she could only be called garbage. With her body stuck in the ground, her clothes hung towards the ground, revealing what would cause all mankind to die from a nosebleed.
Yue seemed to express a feeling of a âjob well doneâ while walking back to Hajime. With him sitting on the bike, she pensively looked up at him.
â.... Do you like them big?â (Yue)
It truly a problematic question. If Hajime said âyesâ then he would suffer the same fate as that regrettable rabbit that was still convulsing. But if he didnât, he would be lying to Yue. Both must be avoided.
â.... Yue, itâs not about the size. Who the partner is, is the most important.â (Hajime)
â....â (Yue)
For now, instead of decisive âyesâ or ânoâ, Hajime answered vaguely. Yue narrowed her eyes in consent, then proceeded to silently sit on the back seat.
In secret, Hajime broke out in cold sweat trying to find some topic to break the silence, but nothing came to mind. Hajimeâs brain was truly useless.
However, his eyes glanced at Shia who was currently trying to free her head from the ground while her body trembled as both hands gripped the earth. Having failed to break the silence, he tried to make this their topic.
âSheâs moving... truly a zombie. Her endurance is truly unnatural...â (Hajime)
â............Nnâ (Yue)
After a long silence, she answered, and that relieved him. At the same time, Shia pulled out her mud-covered head with a âpopâ.
âUu~ Those cruel eyes. Even though I didnât want to be seen like this...â (Shia)
With tear-filled eyes, Shia patted her tattered clothes and muttered some unknown words while crawling closer to Hajime. It was truly like a horror film.
âHaa~, how high is your endurance? Itâs not normal you know.... What are you?â (Hajime)
With Hajimeâs suspicions, Shia sat up and finally told her tale. She made a serious expression while sitting in front of Hajime and Yue who were on the bike. It was late, but-.
âLet me reintroduce myself. I am Shia Haulia from Haulia Rabbitman Tribe. The truth is....â
Finally, Shia began her story.
Shia and her tribe, the Haulia Rabbitman tribe, one of the hundred Rabbitman tribes, used to live quietly in the [Haltzena Sea of Trees]. Members of the Rabbitman tribe have excellent hearing and stealth skills, but their stats are low compared to other demi-human tribes, and because of that, they are ranked lower compared to other demi-human tribes. They are gentle and dislike fighting, and treat the entire tribe as one family. In addition, rabbit-eared women generally had excellent figures, different from an elfâs beauty. Because they are cute, they are often caught by the empire to be enslaved, as they are in demand.
One day in the Haulia tribe, one of Rabbitman tribes, a girl was born with an abnormality. Even though Rabbitmen normally have dark blue hair, that childâs hair was white with a blue hue. Moreover, she had magic powers that demi-humans shouldnât have: the ability to directly manipulate magic and a peculiar skill.
Of course, the tribe was greatly puzzled. Here was a child that couldnât be born to the Rabbitman tribe, no, that any demi-human tribe. The baby had powers similar to a demonic beast, and so would be discriminated against in any tribe normally. However, she was born into the Rabbitman tribe that shared a deep connection as a clan of a hundred. So the Haulia tribe decided to raise the girl.
However, if her existence were to be found by the demi-human country of Faea Belgaen, she would be executed for sure. That is how much they despise demonic beasts. The law of this nation was that as soon as a demonic beast is found, it must be annihilated; any citizen seen allowing a demonic beast escape would be exiled. In addition, any demi-human capable of using magic would be discriminated against by humans and demi-humans alike. If a tribe was capable of wielding magic, they wouldâve been eradicated by both demihumans and humans alike.
Therefore, the Haulia tribe hid the girl and raised her in secret for sixteen years. However, her existence was exposed. Because of that, the Haulia tribe escaped out of the [Haltina Sea of Trees] before getting caught by Faea Belgaen.
The plan was to go to the northern mountain area for the time being because they could produce products from the mountains for a living. Although it was uncivilized, it was better than being caught by the empire or a slave trader.
However, their attempt to flee was crushed by the empire. Even though they escaped the [Haltina Sea of Trees], they were immediately found by the empireâs soldiers. It was unknown why the soldiers were there, but after encountering one squadron, the Haulia tribe had no choice but to run away to the south.
Though the men tried to obstruct the soldiers to buy the women and children time to run, the difference in battle potential between the trained empire soldiers, who could use magic, and the gentle, peaceful Rabbitman tribe was too great. By the time they noticed, half the tribe was already captured.
The rest kept desperately running away to avoid annihilation and arrived at the [Raisen Great Canyon], and entered as it was their only path to avoid enslavement. Indeed, the empireâs army didnât enter. The tribe decided to wait here until the army retreated. The tribe was hoping that the empireâs soldiers would withdraw before the monsters attacked.
However, the empireâs soldiers didnât try to withdraw at all. They decided to wait at the canyon entrance, positioning themselves by the staircase down into the canyon. They waited for the Rabbitman tribe to come out when they were tired of being attacked by demonic beasts.
And that was what happened, the demonic beasts attacked them. After being attacked, they couldnât wait for the empire to retreat anymore. Between escaping the canyon or fleeing from the demonic beasts, the Haulia tribe decided to escape further into the canyon. That was why they jumped into the depths of hell...
â.... Of the people that entered the canyon, only are left. My tribe will be annihilated if this keeps up. Please help us!â (Shia)
From the start, Shia tried to appeal to Yue and Hajime with regret and bitterness. Shia was the same as Yue and Hajime, an exception to this worldâs norm. She was atavistic, like Yue.
After finished listening to her story, Hajime answered frankly without any change in his expression.
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He had betrayed his friend and plunged the world, which had almost been unified, back into turmoil.
Why had he done such a thing? Why hadnât he thought about it a bit more?
He could not understand why himself. Even though they were his own, he could not understand his own thought processes at the time at all.
Even the subsequent battle against the Demon King, which he had attempted as a way to atone for his sins, ended up in a miserable defeat. Afterwards, he ended up passing a few days on top of his bed, unconscious.
Yet, the misfortunes did not stop piling up.
Underpinning the fact that he had lost, the demon race exploited the occasion and invaded.
By the time he had regained consciousness, everything was long over.
Although they had barely managed to successfully defend the kingdom, many lives had been lost.
Beyond anything else, the event which had tormented Merak the most was how the whereabouts of his wife and daughter had become unknown.
The relationship between him and his wife was by no means a loving marriage. They had initially only become engaged as a result of their parentsâ decision due to their positions as fellow members of well-established families within the flugel race.
Nevertheless, they were still family. It was only when they had disappeared that Merak realised the significance of his wifeâs presence.
However, reality was cruel mischief. The corpse of his wife was found the following day. The body was found quite a distance away at the foot of Vanaheim, along with the corpses of her guards. ... In all likelihood, she had been killed while they were attempting to get away.
In the end, the case was closed without him being able to locate the whereabouts of his daughter.
Having lost many important things to him all at once, Merak was stricken with grief.
His missing daughter was... a child similar in appearance to his wife with pink hair... and possessed pure white wings just as he did.
âAre you... my father?â
âThat should be how it is. Although... I donât know if I have the right to call myself your father.â
They were inside Megrezâs mansion, which was half destroyed.
On the surface, Merak looked calm and collected. However, he was unable to raise his head.
He knew that if he were to raise his head and see Virgo, he would want to give her a hug with his tainted hands.
He knew clearly that his already fragile tear glands would burst open in a flash.
He felt that he did not have the right to call himself a father. Nor did he have the right to give her a hug.
But even then, he was joyful and relieved.
That she had continued to live on... with just that, he could not have felt a greater happiness.
âParthenos-sama, my lady... From the bottom of my heart, I offer you my deepest gratitude. Truly... I donât even know how to express how grateful I am.â
âYou should express your gratitude to your wifeâs grave. I didnât do anything at all. In all probability... after predicting that they wouldnât be able to successfully get away, she hid Virgo and voluntarily chose to become the bait herself. It was only by chance that I picked up Virgo.â
In the face of Merakâs gratitude, Parthenos crossed her arms and responded curtly.
Merak seemed to have been paying her respect in her position as the former Guardian of the Sanctuary. However, the Seven Heroes were not existences that Parthenos favored.
Even if those individuals were to offer her words of gratitude, she would be troubled trying to figure out how to respond.
âInstead of me, why donât you say something to Virgo instead, eh? Isnât this supposed to be a reunion between a parent and their child?â
âY, yeah, youâre right... I know that, but... I donât know what I should say this late in time...â
The fact that they were able to reunite with one another made him happy, it as if his dream had come true. If it indeed turned out to be nothing more than a dream, he wished he wouldnât wake up from it.
But on the other hand, Merak was at a loss for words.
He felt that whatever he said would come out cheap and shallow, making his daughter feel unpleasant as a result. Because of that worry, he was unable to say anything.
There were things he wanted to say. In fact, there were plenty of them.
I wanted to see you again. Iâm glad youâre alive. You look just like your mother. Youâve become beautiful. Are you happy right now? How have you been up until now? Have you ever encountered anything you disliked? Have things been tough for you?
But before he could ask each and every one of those questions, his conscience would whisper within himself.
Do you even have the right to ask such a thing?
Do you even have the face to act like her father this late in time?
Thinking such a thing, he just could not bring himself to say anything.
âUmm, father... I donât know what I should say, but... Iâm glad that I was able to meet with you.â
â...!â
With just those words, Merak burst into tears.
Iâm glad to have met you too.
Even though he wanted to say just that, he could not vocalise the words because of his tears.
In the face of him being like that, Virgo smiled warmly and affectionately, then gently placed her hands on his shoulders.
â... What a good-for-nothing man, you are.â
â!?â
In response to Parthenos, who did not read the mood and said unnecessary things, the gatekeeper golem, which was on standby, grabbed and restrained her.
And, as if it was carrying a cat around, the golem, which could unexpectedly read the atmosphere, took Parthenos away and left the building.
After acquiring Orm as an ally, we were aboard the ship,
I was informed that the guy called Sol had been defeated by Leon. Additionally, Taurus, although heavily injured, had been retrieved by Pollux and Castor.
Furthermore, whilst I was away, a lot of things had happened. For example, Parthenos had turned into a Heroic Spirit, Virgo had awakened, and the young boy Sei and his amusing gang of friends had worked to persuade the kings of Laevateinn and Draupnir.
After settling my business with Orm, the only problems left for me were Libra, Dina and the other ouroboroses.
The Goddess should already be trying to find Dina. Before she managed to do so, I would have to finish up doing what I needed to do.
For the time being... I would have to evacuate every living creature in the world.
Very soon, Midgard would be destroyed. This was already a predetermined fact. As long as the Goddess did not change her mind, it was a course of events which could not be avoided. It was precisely because of this that I had no option but to pretend to lose in the battle two hundred years ago.
Even if I had won the battle, if the Goddess decided to move the ouroboroses, every living thing would have died. There was no meaning to such a victory.
But this time would be different. After all, we had spent two hundred years preparing for it... we would not make the same mistake again.
Though to be fair, the credit for half of the preparations belonged to Dina and not me.
The ouroboroses had been sealed as insurance so that they would not move until this point. However, there was no longer any need for them.
arrived in the airspace above Svalinn, we all leapt off the ship and landed in front of Megrezâs half-destroyed mansion.
The inside of the building had already been somewhat tidied up somewhat and I spotted Virgo and Merak having a conversation across the table.
For some reason, Merak was sobbing as if he was overcome by emotion and I was taken aback a little.
Outside the building, the heroesâ entire party was present, and for some reason, Parthenos was restrained by the gatekeeper as if she was a cat.
What on earth were these guys playing at exactly?
âGatekeeper, howâre things looking?â
âEverything looks good, Ruphas-sama.â
âThen itâs fine. By the way, what did Parthenos do?â
âI had judged that she was in the way of a reunion between a parent and their child, thus, I removed her.â
âRuphas-sama, can you say something to this guy? He doesnât understand how to treat a dead person properly.â
âIf the dead person is as energetic as you, there shouldnât be any problem.â
Although Megrez and Mizar werenât present right now, they had probably already started taking action.
Those two were not individuals who would lose sight of what to do knowing the world was about to perish.
Normally, Merak should also be taking action, but... well, I suppose I could overlook him given the situation.
âI made it in time, huh.â
âEh?â
As I mumbled something to myself, the young boy Sei gave a puzzled response.
It seemed that the Goddess had not yet meddled with him.
If we were to believe Dinaâs words, then there would definitely be some form of an action directed towards him... but in any event, he was still fine at this moment in time.
Personally, it would be most convenient if that something were to be done while I was present in the area.
After all, if I was present, most things could be handled.
In any event, just the fact that he, despite being the hero, had not taken any hostile action towards us whatsoever until this point was a far happier miscalculation than he had been believing it to be.
After all, if he had acted just as Dina and I had been thinking he would, he would have long had his spirit broken... or would already have become a pawn under the Goddess.
The fact that such a piece had disappeared would signify that we had gained âone pieceâ, and at the same time, the Goddess had lost âone pieceâ.
On the board, this was insignificant yet significant.
Using shogi (Japanese chess) as an example, it was just as if the Goddess suddenly lost a piece on the board which she was eventually going to move.
I supposed as an analogy, currently, on top of the board, they had the King General and the ouroboroses which protected that King... so two Gold Generals and two Silver Generals.
No, since they had already taken Libra and we predicted that Dina would also be taken from my side... they would pretty much be the Flying Chariot and the Bishop. So I reckoned that they would place those units on the board soon.
As for the current progress of the battle, I would say that I had the advantage.
âSei, boy. I have a request for you. Would you hear me out?â
âY, yes... If itâs something that I can do.â
âItâs something that only you can do.â
The fact that the young boy Sei was willing to work for our side was very convenient.
From what Iâd been told, apparently, he had gone as far as to discuss with the king of Laevateinn that I was not their enemy.
With how things were, he would do better persuading the citizens than I was predicting he would.
I could not do it. Since I was still the symbol of terror around the world, whatever I attempted to do would only give birth to rebellion.
Orm was out of the question. He was even less suitable for this than I was.
Leon was not even worth mentioning, and Benet would only be able to move the citizens of Mjolnir.
In that case, how about the members of the Seven Heroes? Some people also opposed them due to the war two hundred years ago.
As a consequence, there was a need for a representative who was distinct from any of the above.
If that representative just so happened to have the title of the Hero, then there were no further objections.
âSoon, the Goddess will move the ouroboroses and Midgard will be destroyed. Before that happens, I want to force as many living creatures as possible away from this planet into the
. During that time, I want you to persuade and calm down the citizens of this world who will no doubt be in confusion. Of course, Iâm not telling you to do it alone. I plan to get Megrez and the rest to help out as well.â
If the world were to perish, the people living in that world would also perish. If such a thing were to happen, that could no longer be called a victory.
as much as possible so that all living things could evacuate into it.
Unfortunately, because I did not have the leisure to be persuading people one by one, it would pretty much be done by force.
regardless of the personâs will.
Needless to say, doing such a thing would give rise to chaos. There were also sure to be people against it.
However, if I were to come out and suppress those who were opposed to it, it would only have the opposite effect.
Although it was possible for me to forcibly shut them up using my Coercion, it would mean a repeat of what had happened two hundred years ago. A reign which depended on oppressive power and fear would definitely give birth to a rebellion... Back then, I had not understood that.
This was exactly the situation when the name of a Hero could shine.
He did not have to participate in battles. It was exactly because he had not taken part in any useless battles that he could do this.
âUmm, for something like that, rather than me... I mean, Iâm weak, and... I donât have the gravity like Ruphas-san has, and...â
âYouâre better exactly because youâre weak. In the past, I relied on nothing but power to try and control everything. It ended up giving rise to fear among the people, and ultimately, it failed.â
In the past, I was weak. I was someone who had been oppressed.
Because I hated that self, I sought power. I greedily coveted and wished for power.
I dashed headfirst into countless battlefields, then I killed, killed, and continued to kill some more.
In the beginning, I must have had the mindset that I wanted to protect other weak individuals like myself.
I kept saying that I would save an individual like my mother, who was kind but had no power.
Then I got stronger, then I got stronger some more â and by the time I realised it, I could no longer understand the hearts of the weak.
I did not gain power. I ran away to power.
âOnly the weak can understand the hearts of the weak. That makes you the most suitable one for the job.â
I patted his shoulder, and when I did, a small light enveloped him.
âU, umm, what just happened?â
âItâs just a small trick. Itâs to make sure that no nuisances happen when youâre persuading others. Donât worry about it. Thereâs no detriment to you, and Iâll make sure to properly undo it afterwards.â
âI, I see...â
He did not run away to power.
If it was him, irrespective of what the Goddess attempted going forward, he should not lose sight of himself.
It was exactly as Benet had said. Those who walked independently on their own two feet would never become something like the Goddessâs doll.
Furthermore, the exchanges of violence from one side to another which we would encounter from this point onwards were not battlefields which were suitable for him.
Such vulgar fights were battlefields for people like myself. A battlefield for me and the Goddess.
Long story short, this was a fight between Alovenus and myself. I did not like her storytelling. She did not like me. We were screaming that and were trying to forcibly remove each other with brute power. It was nothing more, nothing less.
Something like that was just vulgar, right? It was no different from the temper tantrums of children.
The only problem was, the children having those tantrums would not lose to anybody when it came to power.
So, that would end up happening, right? They had to figure it out.
To decide once and for all who would come out on top.
So, itâs about time for it all to begin. The worldâs most high-levelled and pointless battle.
ââ Winter of Winds.â
I activated a skill and covered the whole of Midgard with winds.
At the same time, I activated the skill X-Gate. I let it pass through the space-time continuum and called forth âthat thingâ.
The thing which was brought over was an extremely large ship... so extremely large that it was multitudes of times larger than Blutgang.
It was an evacuation vessel that had been built up by Dina and the floresiensis over the course of two hundred years in order to survive the twilight of the gods.
Its length was easily over a few hundred kilometres. At this point, it was no longer an ordinary ship but a space battleship.
Around the ship, there were sacred beasts which were once said to have protected the hobbitâs kingdom floating around... Seiryu (Azure Dragon), Suzaku (Vermillion Bird), Byakko (White Tiger) and Genbu (Black Tortoise).
âHow grand. Is this the reason they were missing for the past two hundred years?â
âHey, wait a minute... Why are these guys here? Arenât these plebs the ones this mistress killed back then?â
, which suddenly appeared out of thin air, let alone the young boy Sei, even Benet and Scorpius were dumbfounded. There were also murmurs from the people of the city.
Having said that, perhaps the people of Svalinn had already been persuaded by Megrez, as they remained fairly calm.
I manipulated the wind and first brought the ship to Svalinn, which was closest to me. I then ripped the entire kingdom off the ground.
I then covered the kingdom with a shield and placed the entirety of the kingdom into the
, which was on standby, was laid out perfectly. There were open passages here and there.
Next, I went to the kingdom of Laevateinn, then moved on to Laegjarn and the other nearby territories. After that, it was Gjallarhorn and Nectar.
Although Nectar was a little far away, it was beyond favourable that every other humanoid domain was concentrated in a tiny area of space. Alternatively, even this might have been within Dinaâs calculations.
I also pulled the deep-sea kingdom of Skidbladnir from the bottom of the seas, which was followed by the various countries under the flag of Draupnir.
Although I was making sure not to shake up the land too much, if one or two pieces of furniture were to be broken, I would like that to be overlooked. I would try and compensate for it afterwards.
âWaiâ, Ruphas-san! What exactly is this!?â
âDidnât I tell you? Midgard will soon perish. In that case, I canât just leave the people on the planet. Iâm going to evacuate them to the best of my ability.â
Exactly, this planet would soon become a battleground.
For the Goddess, the ouroboroses and us.
In that case, it would be better for us if nothing else was here. If there were people around who would die just from being caught up in our fight, I would not be able to fight seriously. After all, this whole planet would soon turn into a dead planet.
Now then, Alovenus. With this, thereâs no longer any need to hold back.
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But it gets strange, because even at that slice of reality that we call home, we're not seeing most of the action that's going on.
So take the colors of our world.
This is light waves, electromagnetic radiation that bounces off objects and it hits specialized receptors in the back of our eyes.
But we're not seeing all the waves out there.
In fact, what we see is less than a 10 trillionth of what's out there.
So you have radio waves and microwaves and X-rays and gamma rays passing through your body right now and you're completely unaware of it, because you don't come with the proper biological receptors for picking it up.
There are thousands of cell phone conversations passing through you right now, and you're utterly blind to it.
Now, it's not that these things are inherently unseeable.
Snakes include some infrared in their reality, and honeybees include ultraviolet in their view of the world, and of course we build machines in the dashboards of our cars to pick up on signals in the radio frequency range, and we built machines in hospitals to pick up on the X-ray range.
But you can't sense any of those by yourself, at least not yet, because you don't come equipped with the proper sensors.
Now, what this means is that our experience of reality is constrained by our biology, and that goes against the common sense notion that our eyes and our ears and our fingertips are just picking up the objective reality that's out there.
Instead, our brains are sampling just a little bit of the world.
Now, across the animal kingdom, different animals pick up on different parts of reality.
So in the blind and deaf world of the tick, the important signals are temperature and butyric acid; in the world of the black ghost knifefish, its sensory world is lavishly colored by electrical fields; and for the echolocating bat, its reality is constructed out of air compression waves.
That's the slice of their ecosystem that they can pick up on, and we have a word for this in science.
It's called the umwelt, which is the German word for the surrounding world.
Now, presumably, every animal assumes that its umwelt is the entire objective reality out there, because why would you ever stop to imagine that there's something beyond what we can sense.
Instead, what we all do is we accept reality as it's presented to us.
Let's do a consciousness-raiser on this.
Imagine that you are a bloodhound dog.
Your whole world is about smelling.
You've got a long snout that has 200 million scent receptors in it, and you have wet nostrils that attract and trap scent molecules, and your nostrils even have slits so you can take big nosefuls of air.
Everything is about smell for you.
So one day, you stop in your tracks with a revelation.
You look at your human owner and you think, "What is it like to have the pitiful, impoverished nose of a human?
What is it like when you take a feeble little noseful of air?
How can you not know that there's a cat 100 yards away, or that your neighbor was on this very spot six hours ago?"
So because we're humans, we've never experienced that world of smell, so we don't miss it, because we are firmly settled into our umwelt.
But the question is, do we have to be stuck there?
So as a neuroscientist, I'm interested in the way that technology might expand our umwelt, and how that's going to change the experience of being human.
So we already know that we can marry our technology to our biology, because there are hundreds of thousands of people walking around with artificial hearing and artificial vision.
So the way this works is, you take a microphone and you digitize the signal, and you put an electrode strip directly into the inner ear.
Or, with the retinal implant, you take a camera and you digitize the signal, and then you plug an electrode grid directly into the optic nerve.
And as recently as 15 years ago, there were a lot of scientists who thought these technologies wouldn't work.
Why? It's because these technologies speak the language of Silicon Valley, and it's not exactly the same dialect as our natural biological sense organs.
But the fact is that it works; the brain figures out how to use the signals just fine.
Now, how do we understand that?
Well, here's the big secret: Your brain is not hearing or seeing any of this.
Your brain is locked in a vault of silence and darkness inside your skull.
All it ever sees are electrochemical signals that come in along different data cables, and this is all it has to work with, and nothing more.
Now, amazingly, the brain is really good at taking in these signals and extracting patterns and assigning meaning, so that it takes this inner cosmos and puts together a story of this, your subjective world.
But here's the key point: Your brain doesn't know, and it doesn't care, where it gets the data from.
Whatever information comes in, it just figures out what to do with it.
And this is a very efficient kind of machine.
It's essentially a general purpose computing device, and it just takes in everything and figures out what it's going to do with it, and that, I think, frees up Mother Nature to tinker around with different sorts of input channels.
So I call this the P.H. model of evolution, and I don't want to get too technical here, but P.H. stands for Potato Head, and I use this name to emphasize that all these sensors that we know and love, like our eyes and our ears and our fingertips, these are merely peripheral plug-and-play devices: You stick them in, and you're good to go.
The brain figures out what to do with the data that comes in.
And when you look across the animal kingdom, you find lots of peripheral devices.
So snakes have heat pits with which to detect infrared, and the ghost knifefish has electroreceptors, and the star-nosed mole has this appendage with 22 fingers on it with which it feels around and constructs a 3D model of the world, and many birds have magnetite so they can orient to the magnetic field of the planet.
So what this means is that nature doesn't have to continually redesign the brain.
Instead, with the principles of brain operation established, all nature has to worry about is designing new peripherals.
Okay. So what this means is this: The lesson that surfaces is that there's nothing really special or fundamental about the biology that we come to the table with.
It's just what we have inherited from a complex road of evolution.
But it's not what we have to stick with, and our best proof of principle of this comes from what's called sensory substitution.
And that refers to feeding information into the brain via unusual sensory channels, and the brain just figures out what to do with it.
Now, that might sound speculative, but the first paper demonstrating this was published in the journal Nature in 1969.
So a scientist named Paul Bach-y-Rita put blind people in a modified dental chair, and he set up a video feed, and he put something in front of the camera, and then you would feel that poked into your back with a grid of solenoids.
So if you wiggle a coffee cup in front of the camera, you're feeling that in your back, and amazingly, blind people got pretty good at being able to determine what was in front of the camera just by feeling it in the small of their back.
Now, there have been many modern incarnations of this.
The sonic glasses take a video feed right in front of you and turn that into a sonic landscape, so as things move around, and get closer and farther, it sounds like "Bzz, bzz, bzz."
It sounds like a cacophony, but after several weeks, blind people start getting pretty good at understanding what's in front of them just based on what they're hearing.
And it doesn't have to be through the ears: this system uses an electrotactile grid on the forehead, so whatever's in front of the video feed, you're feeling it on your forehead.
Why the forehead? Because you're not using it for much else.
The most modern incarnation is called the brainport, and this is a little electrogrid that sits on your tongue, and the video feed gets turned into these little electrotactile signals, and blind people get so good at using this that they can throw a ball into a basket, or they can navigate complex obstacle courses.
They can come to see through their tongue.
Now, that sounds completely insane, right?
But remember, all vision ever is is electrochemical signals coursing around in your brain.
Your brain doesn't know where the signals come from.
It just figures out what to do with them.
So my interest in my lab is sensory substitution for the deaf, and this is a project I've undertaken with a graduate student in my lab, Scott Novich, who is spearheading this for his thesis.
And here is what we wanted to do: we wanted to make it so that sound from the world gets converted in some way so that a deaf person can understand what is being said.
And we wanted to do this, given the power and ubiquity of portable computing, we wanted to make sure that this would run on cell phones and tablets, and also we wanted to make this a wearable, something that you could wear under your clothing.
So here's the concept.
So as I'm speaking, my sound is getting captured by the tablet, and then it's getting mapped onto a vest that's covered in vibratory motors, just like the motors in your cell phone.
So as I'm speaking, the sound is getting translated to a pattern of vibration on the vest.
Now, this is not just conceptual: this tablet is transmitting Bluetooth, and I'm wearing the vest right now.
So as I'm speaking -- -- the sound is getting translated into dynamic patterns of vibration.
I'm feeling the sonic world around me.
So, we've been testing this with deaf people now, and it turns out that after just a little bit of time, the language of the vest.
So this is Jonathan. He's 37 years old. He has a master's degree.
He was born profoundly deaf, which means that there's a part of his umwelt that's unavailable to him.
So we had Jonathan train with the vest for four days, two hours a day, and here he is on the fifth day.
Scott Novich: You.
David Eagleman: So Scott says a word, Jonathan feels it on the vest, and he writes it on the board.
SN: Where. Where.
DE: Jonathan is able to translate this complicated pattern of vibrations into an understanding of what's being said.
SN: Touch. Touch.
DE: Now, he's not doing this -- -- Jonathan is not doing this consciously, because the patterns are too complicated, but his brain is starting to unlock the pattern that allows it to figure out what the data mean, and our expectation is that, after wearing this for about three months, he will have a direct perceptual experience of hearing in the same way that when a blind person passes a finger over braille,
the meaning comes directly off the page without any conscious intervention at all.
Now, this technology has the potential to be a game-changer, because the only other solution for deafness is a cochlear implant, and that requires an invasive surgery.
And this can be built for 40 times cheaper than a cochlear implant, which opens up this technology globally, even for the poorest countries.
Now, we've been very encouraged by our results with sensory substitution, but what we've been thinking a lot about is sensory addition.
How could we use a technology like this to add a completely new kind of sense, to expand the human umvelt?
For example, could we feed real-time data from the Internet directly into somebody's brain, and can they develop a direct perceptual experience?
So here's an experiment we're doing in the lab.
A subject is feeling a real-time streaming feed from the Net of data for five seconds.
Then, two buttons appear, and he has to make a choice.
He doesn't know what's going on.
He makes a choice, and he gets feedback after one second.
Now, here's the thing: The subject has no idea what all the patterns mean, but we're seeing if he gets better at figuring out which button to press.
He doesn't know that what we're feeding is real-time data from the stock market, and he's making buy and sell decisions.
And the feedback is telling him whether he did the right thing or not.
And what we're seeing is, can we expand the human umvelt so that he comes to have, after several weeks, a direct perceptual experience of the economic movements of the planet.
So we'll report on that later to see how well this goes.
Here's another thing we're doing: During the talks this morning, we've been automatically scraping Twitter for the TED2015 hashtag, and we've been doing an automated sentiment analysis, which means, are people using positive words or negative words or neutral?
And while this has been going on, I have been feeling this, and so I am plugged in to the aggregate emotion of thousands of people in real time, and that's a new kind of human experience, because now I can know how everyone's doing and how much you're loving this.
It's a bigger experience than a human can normally have.
We're also expanding the umvelt of pilots.
So in this case, the vest is streaming nine different measures from this quadcopter, so pitch and yaw and roll and orientation and heading, and that improves this pilot's ability to fly it.
It's essentially like he's extending his skin up there, far away.
And that's just the beginning.
What we're envisioning is taking a modern cockpit full of gauges and instead of trying to read the whole thing, you feel it.
We live in a world of information now, and there is a difference between accessing big data and experiencing it. So I think there's really no end to the possibilities on the horizon for human expansion.
Just imagine an astronaut being able to feel the overall health of the International Space Station, or, for that matter, having you feel the invisible states of your own health, like your blood sugar and the state of your microbiome, or having 360-degree vision or seeing in infrared or ultraviolet.
So the key is this: As we move into the future, we're going to increasingly be able to choose our own peripheral devices.
We no longer have to wait for Mother Nature's sensory gifts on her timescales, but instead, like any good parent, she's given us the tools that we need to go out and define our own trajectory.
So the question now is, how do you want to go out and experience your universe?
Thank you.
Chris Anderson: Can you feel it? DE: Yeah.
Actually, this was the first time I felt applause on the vest.
It's nice. It's like a massage. CA: Twitter's going crazy. Twitter's going mad.
So that stock market experiment.
This could be the first experiment that secures its funding forevermore, right, if successful?
DE: Well, that's right, I wouldn't have to write to NIH anymore.
CA: Well look, just to be skeptical for a minute, I mean, this is amazing, but isn't most of the evidence so far that sensory substitution works, not necessarily that sensory addition works?
I mean, isn't it possible that the blind person can see through their tongue because the visual cortex is still there, ready to process, and that that is needed as part of it?
DE: That's a great question. We actually have no idea what the theoretical limits are of what kind of data the brain can take in.
The general story, though, is that it's extraordinarily flexible.
So when a person goes blind, what we used to call their visual cortex gets taken over by other things, by touch, by hearing, by vocabulary.
So what that tells us is that the cortex is kind of a one-trick pony.
It just runs certain kinds of computations on things.
And when we look around at things like braille, for example, people are getting information through bumps on their fingers.
So I don't think we have any reason to think there's a theoretical limit that we know the edge of.
CA: If this checks out, you're going to be deluged.
There are so many possible applications for this.
Are you ready for this? What are you most excited about, the direction it might go?
DE: I mean, I think there's a lot of applications here.
In terms of beyond sensory substitution, the things I started mentioning about astronauts on the space station, they spend a lot of their time monitoring things, and they could instead just get what's going on, because what this is really good for is multidimensional data.
The key is this: Our visual systems are good at detecting blobs and edges, but they're really bad at what our world has become, which is screens with lots and lots of data.
We have to crawl that with our attentional systems.
So this is a way of just feeling the state of something, just like the way you know the state of your body as you're standing around.
So I think heavy machinery, safety, feeling the state of a factory, of your equipment, that's one place it'll go right away.
CA: David Eagleman, that was one mind-blowing talk. Thank you very much.
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I sat down at the back of the hall and looked at the slaves. This timeâs market was full of sex slaves and soldiers, I couldnât spot anyone suitable for our needs.
After a short break, it was a time for crime slaves to take the stage. I donât plan to pay a special attention to this section. That being said, itâs not like there is a zero possibility of Mei-level individuals to appear. I shouldnât overlook him.
A while after the start, the stage turned noisy for some reason. It seems that a female crime slave went on a rampage. After a while, three slaves were dragged out to the stage but once I saw them, I received a great shock.
......The idiot heroes of the cat tribe.
The female cat is always crying. The men had swollen faces as if they just received a beating. All three wore some tattered clothes.
ãWell then, number . A man of the cat tribe, years old; a woman of the cat tribe, years old; a man of the cat tribe, years old. Letâs start with 5000G! ã
Unexpectedly, there was no response. In this still atmosphere, a certain noble-looking man raised his token.
ãIs there anyone else? Anyone? ã
ã10000G!ã
I raised my voice before I noticed.
ã10000G! Is there anyone else? Anyone?......Then, the final price is 10000G! ã
We didnât wait for the end of the event and went outside.
ãRinos, why did you buy those cat tribe people?ã
ãDonât you remember, Rico? He is the cat that claimed to be a hero and caused a mess in the palaceã
ãThere was such a thing. Are they truly those people? ã
ãI donât think Iâm wrongã
I headed towards the room where people collected their purchases. After a while, we were approached by a strange-looking slave trader.
ãThank you for your purchase. Letâs complete the procedures right awayã
The man said so and led us to another room.
In the same way as with Mei, I paid the money and provided my blood. Immediately after, those idiot cats were brought inside. Different from their tattered clothes from before, the men wore shirts and the woman wore one piece. They stood in a row as my blood was put on their arms and legs. Once the trader chanted the spell, my arm glowed.
ãWith this, the contract has been completed. If those slavesâ performance isnât to your satisfaction, please do not hesitate to visit us as we can buy them backã
Saying that, the man gave me something like a business card and left the room.
ãThank you for purchasing us this time. We shall perform our duty with utmost effortã
ãArenât you become quite fluent for an idiot catã
The cats took a closer look at me.
ãAh! Youâre that imprudent person from before! ã
The woman raised her voice.
ãYou sure have a hobby of bringing trouble upon yourself. Well, me meeting you again can be considered fate. Itâs hard to talk here, letâs go outsideã
We took the idiot cats, took Sonya and Ange, who were waiting for us outside, and went to the restaurant in the hotel.
ãYou must be hungry. You can order whatever you wantã
However, the slaves seemed to hesitate. Without any other choice, I ordered the same thing that I ordered for myself.
ãStill, how did you manage to become crime slaves?ã
ãi had a dispute with a local lord. At that time, I hurt the Lord and his retainersã
ãUwa~ This is~ã
ãThatâs why they have so many bruisesã
Apparently, the idiot cats had a hard time after separating from me. They traveled from one village to another, occasionally being deceived by people, occasionally being attacked by monsters, he said. When they reached a certain city, they were forced to join a massive monster subjugation operation. There, Willis, with his somewhat reliable sword arts, and Shera, with her healing magic, proved to be of a great use. With this as a reason, they decided to settle down in that city, Willis lived working as an escort or a guard for the merchants, Shera opened a healing business, and Yuriel made use of his education to open something like a school to teach kids how to read and write.
Since they werenât particularly greedy, they earned just enough to sustain the three of them, Shera and Yuriel often helped for nearly nothing. As a result, they were greatly appreciated by the residents and spent their days fulfilled.
However, the Lord of the town had his eyes on Shera and wanted her to become his concubine. Of course, he was adamantly rejected by all three of them but the Lord was rather persistent. And after they hardened their resolve and tried to leave the town, they were ambushed by the Lord and his people. As a result, Willis hurt the Lordâs retainers as Shera and Yuriel hurt the Lord when he tried to capture them. Following that, they were deemed criminals and were sent to be sold in the capital.
ãWorking for the sake of people, receiving their gratitude. It was a fulfilling life but we ended up like this. It seems that we donât have much luck in our livesã
ãThere is no way thatâs true. Being bought by Rinos can be considered you good luckã
ãYou are.....ã
ãThe First Princess of the Hideta Empire, Ricoletteã
ãAh, that tyrannical woman from before!ã
ãShera! Watch your mouth! ã
Willis shut her mouth before everyone managed to react. Well, isnât he became a good big brother.
ãJudging by the fact that you call Master as Rinos and your attitude towards him.....ã
ãYes, Rinos and I had a weddingã
ãMa-Marriage? Eh? Why? I was sure that he became a servant of Princess-sama.......ã
After that, I told them about the events that led to our marriage.
ãFor such things to happen.....That being said, Master is amazing. Taking the First Princess as a wife, becoming an Honorary Marquis, managing the Second Princeâs territory......ã
ãIf you understand this much then itâs enough. Youâve experienced a lot. If something doesnât work, you can just try again. Still, you have grown quite a bit. It should work out with the current youã
ãIt was truly hard on us. But we were helped by a lot of people. Master wasnât wrong when we were told to talk to people moreã
And while everyone was enjoying the desserts, I talked about the future
ãI want you to manage a store for me. Sonya and Ange will take care of the store that sells barrier magic stones. People from the army often visit that place, you shouldnât try to take it easy. And Willisâ group will manage an ingredient store. Itâs scheduled to open this autumn, so be prepared. Of course, as the fellow storekeepers, you should help each other out when the other side canât handle itã
Everyone silently nodded.
ãYou shall live in the stores. However, it will take about two days to prepare a living environment, so you will stay in this hotel until then. Meanwhile, you should gather your daily necessities. Of course, you also need to buy some clothes. I will leave all the money with Gon, tell him if you need something. Iâll leave it to you, Gonã
ãUnderstoodã
On the next day, the five slaves went around the capital with Gon to buy all kinds of things.
As a result, I was forced to give up on creating the living quarters in the store that sells barrier magic stones due to its size. On the other hand, the warehouse had a second floor, which we decided to use instead. There is still plenty of space left even with the five of them. However, as I was worried what should I do about the kitchen and the toilet, Willis and the rest ended up buying the material themselves and making one. They might have developed it during their travels. Those guys may be surprisingly dependable.
Soon enough, Sonya and her daughter received the store from Luara and started working. There were no particular problems and itâs still functioning properly. On the contrary, since there were no more times when the store was closed due to my whims, we received an especially positive response from the merchants. In addition, Sonya can be considered a beauty. She obtained a certain popularity amongst some of the army men and merchants.
Although the warehouse was still under construction, the preparations, such as dividing the warehouse into the storage zone and selling zone, were steadily progressing. We are selling the harvested crops and vegetables through the stall that we set up outside the warehouse. This can serve as an advertisement until the store is opened, if people remember the taste, the opening will be destined to succeed, suggested Willis. I accepted his proposal and, starting from Kairiku, set up the teleportation barriers leading to the storage zone. And in the storage zone itself, I set up a refrigerating barrier trying to keep the goods fresh as long as possible.
Although there isnât much to sell at the moment, Willisâ store is prosperous. Fortunately, there are plenty of people waiting for an official opening. As a consequence of his hardships, Willis developed a certain charm to him, creating a good impression on the customers.
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Slowly, the two of them got into position.
Onlookers surrounded the field, excitedly talking about the fateful showdown.
I donât think we have a grudge against each other in particular...
When it came to who would win, all she heard was Leidyruneâs name. It was totally rude.
Sheila then looked at Leidyrune, who had a serene look on his face, as if he didnât hear the voices of the outside world. His purple eyes even seemed to be frozen.
I also saw Leidyrune-senpaiâs second fight, and he wasnât the least bit emotional.
He was just like a proper aristocrat, but wasnât it hard to hide oneâs emotions?
Since he was enrolled in the knight department, he must like swordsmanship. It was a bizarre rule from Sheilaâs point of view that they had to look indifferent even when doing something they liked.
Even Regress was showing his emotions. He was still not yet an adult, so he should be allowed to let loose a little.
All right. Letâs try to make the attack stir him, even if itâs just a little.
As Sheila was making up her mind, Claushezade held up the loudspeakerâs magic tool. A clear voice announced the beginning of the match.
âThe final matchââ Start!â
Sheila immediately slashed at Leidyrune.
She had heard about his magic skills, but she didnât know about his sword skills. She had never seen him even hold his sword in his hand because he had always won every match with his magical power. First, she struck down from the front as a small test.
Leidyrune received it without difficulty and let the impact flew through him. All the while without taking a single step.
He was certainly a difficult opponent, Sheila thought, as she moved away.
Leidyrune looked straight at her. That was enough for her to see his unwavering robustness and understood that he was quite skilled.
In terms of swordsmanship alone, they were evenly matched or maybe Sheila was slightly better.
However, the opponent had magic. That would cause the opponentâs attack power to jump up dramatically.
I remember that in the first fight, he created a huge tornado.
It disappeared as soon as the opponent surrendered, but it was on such a scale that there was no escape anywhere on the field. If that thing was put out, she might not stand a chance. However, she had heard that large spells took longer to chant. It wasnât that there was no way to prevent it.
At any rate, if he canât chant, he canât use magic. Then, letâs just attack him so that he doesnât have time to chant. In the meantime, I should search for his weak points and think of countermeasures!
First, she decided to attack him with a couple of moves.
She struck down his right shoulder, then his left. The blow that cleaved his torso was dodged as he retreated. She then struck another blow to keep her momentum alive. However, it seemed that she had been read and was easily caught.
Sheila was the one who would lose power in a head-on encounter. She quickly retreated and adjusted her stance.
If they were to just exchange blows like this, there was no chance of victory.
This time, she leaped to her fullest and attacked from above. The force of the attack should be more powerful because of the full weight of the attackerâs body.
âYaaaaaah!â
She struck with all her might.
Steel clashed and sparks flew. The impact was felt in the arm.
Her gaze crossed with Leidyruneâs. The purple eyes, which werenât reflecting any emotion, seemed to have a slight light in them. It was as if he was even enjoying the time that he was being attacked.
I love swords. Itâs fun.
Leidyrune was enjoying the match. Even without words, they could understand each otherâs feelings when they hit each other like this. Knowing that they felt the same way, Sheila was so happy that she almost burst out laughing. Her yellow eyes sparkled with joy.
Yes. After all, this is how a match should be.
Her motivation swelled, and she increased the number of moves she was making. Then, Leidyrune, who had been on the defensive, counterattacked. Each blow was heavy and sharp. It wasnât difficult to use her speed to block the attack, but Sheilaâs attack still lacked decisiveness.
âI was expecting another increase in speed.â
â....!! Did you watch my match?â
Between their sword attacks, Leidyrune suddenly opened his mouth. Sheila could tell that he was referring to the first match when she fought Seiryuu.
Leidyrune smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.
âIâm relieved. It doesnât look like itâs going to be any worse than this, huh?â
â!!â
Sheila had completely forgotten about it when they got into the fight. Why did she decide to keep on the offensive anyway, so much so that she didnât even have time to open her mouth? It was to prevent Leidyrune from chanting.
âââWind!â
From the position of pushing swords against each other, several whirlwinds suddenly hit her. She dodged them with her reflexes, but one hit her on the right thigh. Her face contorted in sharp pain.
â... Kugh!â
Sheila managed to keep her distance, but she was soon on her knees. It was as if she had been gouged out by a blade and was bleeding quite badly. The bleeding itself should be properly stopped, but the problem was that her leg had been hit.
She would lose her mobility no matter what she did by moving around to protect it. She couldnât fight as before. Sheilaâs advantage was killed. It seemed that he had already figured out her battle strategy.
I had seen his fight, too.
In the fourth match, Leidyrune was fighting a sixth-year nobleman. It was like a magic battle, and she thought it wouldnât be very helpful, but...
At that time, he was creating a tornado, which I also saw in the first match. This guy is....
âHaahhh!â
She was about to notice something, but Leidyruneâs pursuit interrupted her thoughts. She dodged the blade that was coming right at her just in time. But in her sitting position, she was unable to avoid the second and third blows. Sheila managed to escape while rolling awkwardly and hurriedly stood up.
Her right thigh ached. If the battle dragged on like this, there was probably no way to win. There was no choice but to go for a short-term decisive battle. To do so, she had to devise a surprise plan that would catch Leidyrune off guard.
They switched their position, and this time, Sheila was on the defensive. However, every time she fought off his attacks, her legs hurt from the effort she put into them. She could feel that she was starting to lose her grip. The pain was making it hard to think straight.
Itâs no good. At this rate....
Her thoughts slowed down. Defeat flashed through her mind.
Should she give up now? It would be easier if she let go of the sword. Just say âI give up.â It was only four words. People didnât think she could win anyway. No one will be disappointed if she lostâ
At that moment, someone suddenly came to mind.
Silverish-white hair and peacock-colored eyes. Even though he had a frighteningly beautiful face, he was unfriendly to the point that she wondered if his facial muscles were necrotic. Recently, however, she had been able to read even the slightest change in his expression. She used to just admire him, but while he was helping her with her studies in the teacherâs office, she got to know his many faces.
Heâs strong, stronger than anyone else. A man like steel. I came this far because I admired him. I decided to give back more than what he gave me, didnât I?
He told her to move up to the special course. Then, Sheila must win. To live up to his expectations. No matter what it took.
With a big flick of her sword, she distanced herself again. Sheila ignored the pain in her leg.
Think. Think, think, think.
Donât give up. Donât give up your chance to win.
This hand that held the sword was her pride.
Sheila took a deep breath. Her father had taught her how to properly breathe to kill pain when she was a child.
Her mind became clear. Sharp, like a honed sword.
She looked at Leidyrune with a burning gaze.
His eyes widened slightly as he realized that she hadnât yet given up. The wounded but unyielding spirit of Sheila stood out in a dignified manner.
Sheila continued to stare at Leidyrune, who flinched under the pressure of her gaze. A great tornado. A whirlwind.
.... This guy is probably good at wind magic. Thatâs why he always uses wind magic when deciding a match.
It really came down to one or two things.
Sheila closed her eyes once and readied her sword.
Leidyrune, who had come to his senses, reacted quickly. As if ashamed of himself for being overwhelmed by her gaze, he immediately slashed at her.
Sheila, on the other hand, was on the defensive. She managed to keep dodging his heavy sword attacks. Leidyrune was muttering something in his mouth. It seemed longer than usual.
âââStorm!â
The wind roared and swirled. It was a gust of wind that made it hard to keep her eyes open. Her rose-colored hair blocked her vision.
When Sheila opened her eyes again, there seemed to be a mass of wind looming in front of her. Dirt, stone, rising in a swirling mass. ââIt was a tornado.
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âMugi-san. Where are we?â
Ichiko swept her gaze over the surroundings. All around her, various kinds of trees were growing, and they were moving somewhere along with a sort of animal trail. Incidentally, Ichiko herself was being carried on the back of one of the rescued human beings, while Mugi was running alongside her.
âI donât know the name of the place. However, if things continue as they are, we should be able to reach the former northern border in another two days.â
âI see.â
âBut there is one issue. Ichiko, can you access contact with the Mist King right now?â
Mugi inquired Ichiko with a somewhat stern look on her face.
âKurokiri... well, huh?â
To answer her question, Ichiko attempted to initiate contact with Kurokiri. But..
âI canât establish a connection...â
For some reason, the communication with Kurokiri failed to work.
âI knew it. As a matter of fact, I canât get in touch with Fox Princess-sama either. By the way, other communication skills and transceivers are also not functioning for some reason, and not only us, but also our pursuers, the Spice King and his subordinates seem to be in the same predicament.â
âThatâs evidently strange.â
While Mugi expressed her incomprehension, Ichiko also gave a quizzical look.
âWell, the only thing we can do now is to flee while eliminating our pursuers.â
With that said, Mugi and the others continued heading for the north.
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âI never expected this many foes.â
âBut if we can fend them off here, it will be a victory for us.â
During the night, after two days from the time I woke up, we had reached the border line of the north.
Nonetheless, five days after our exodus, we have finally been cornered by the main force of the pursuing party. Therefore, we were now at the tail end with me, Mugi, and Izumi, and a group of humans who were level or above.
Our adversaries were mainly Karajin, with a few pairs of Spicy Thorn Lizards and Capsicamans. In the midst of it all, there were dogs with red thorns, brilliant red slimes, and red-scaled snakes.
âShall we get started? Both of you.â
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âHah. If I can survive here, my level will skyrocket too...â
Thus, the battle commenced with the three of us serving as the vanguard.
ââĒDecapitationâĢ!â
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With the use of my âĒDecapitationâĢ, the head of the red-scaled snake was severed.
At this stage, I have slain hostiles, but some of them possessed scales as solid as those of Spicy Thorn Lizard. Should the dagger I was wielding not have been constructed from the scales of CuÊlebre, I can easily picture it shattering in the course of the battle.
Nevertheless, since the dagger I was clutching now is equipped with a âĒLong EdgeâĢ, âĒKeen EdgeâĢ and âĒEnchanting MistâĢ, I would classify it as a long sword cloaked in mist rather than a dagger.
âDieeeeee!!â
âHow naive of you. âĒShort-range TeleportationâĢ and âĒDecapitationâĢ.â
âGaaaaaah!â
As the enemy was pondering what has happened for a moment, he got slashed from behind, allowing me to send him to his death with a single strike from my usual teleportation skill.
âEven so, I wonder where on earth such a large number of them came from.â
âWho knows. But one thing is certain: the adversaries are in a great hurry.â
â(Nod.)â
Mugi, who had somehow arrived nearby, responded to my soliloquy.
Of course, the enemies were still assaulting us during this period, but apparently, the contrast in combat capabilities between the three of us and them was preponderant.
Well, I suppose this is the disparity between those who have been engaged in battles with hostile opponents all this time and those who have only dealt with individuals who have been on the run until now.
âDamn! What power they have! Now that this is happening, Iâm counting on you! Spice King-sama!â
One of the Karajin gripped a pendant embedded with white crystals in his right hand and uttered a yell. Then, with that shout, an enormous volume of red light burst forth from the pendant, engulfing the whole area in radiance.
Subsequently, a -meter-tall giant with red thorns sprouting from his body emerged. That giant donned a crimson mantle and waistcoat and had a misshapen taiji diagram engraved on his chest with a massive cloud of red powder drifting around him, while simultaneously exuding a potent sense of despotism.
âThat... canât be...!â
â...!â
Mugi opened her mouth in disbelief while Izumi took a step back before she realized what had transpired.
But their reaction was justifiable. After all, the giant that had materialized in front of us, his true identity was...
âNow that I, the âCrimson Scattering Spice King,â have made my appearance, I suggest that you all prepare yourselves.â
..a Demon King. He was the âCrimson Scattering Spice Kingâ.
âFirst, letâs examine a few things. âĒManipulator of the Crimson DustâĢ.â
The Spice King directed his right hand in our direction. Simultaneously, a substantial amount of red powder settled in the area, exacerbating the humans in the vicinity to swoon, collapse, and become immobilized.
However, whether it was because of my high level or the fact that I possessed âĒMist CloakâĢ, it seemed to be ineffective on me.
âIs the property of that powder the same as that of Karajinâs?â I muttered something along those lines while grasping a speck of powder that was wafting around.
However, it appeared that this powder also had an impact on their own comrades, given that all of the monsters that had been assailing us before have fled.
âHere I come...â
The Spice King aimed his left hand towards us. In that instant, a chill swept through my body, accompanied by an involuntary shriek.
âAll of you defend yourselves in any means necessary!â
A small bolt of lightning shot out of the Spice Kingâs left hand in the direction of the powder surrounding us, encompassing the whole area in an explosion boom and fiery wind within the ensuing instant as I deployed my âĒMist CloakâĢ to its maximum capacity at the same time. | {
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After thanking Billâs group, we rushed inside the nearby inn. This trip was spurred by Cortinaâs sudden idea, so we naturally hadnât placed advance reservations. In the first place, this district was full of inns, so there was almost no chance that all the rooms would be taken.
Elves managed this settlement but some inns were managed by humans and other races too.
âHello, do you have any free rooms? For two adults and three kids, and preferably a single room.â
We passed between strange earthenware animals and headed for the counter where an old man was smoking his tobacco, whom Cortina cheerfully addressed. She was already near forty too, but her actions and looks made her seem more like a teen, or in some cases, even younger than that.
âSure we have... But a five-person room? We have a free four-person one, but it shouldnât be a problem with three kids, right?â
âYes, that would be fine. Iâd like to pay in advance for two nights and three days.â
âItâs five silvers per night for an adult, and two for kids. For two nights, that would be silvers. Though the meals cost extra.â
âSo you can prepare meals here?â
âIt would be one silver for lunch and three for dinner.â
âWeâll be eating out in the morning and noon, so just dinner would be fine.â
âThen thatâs for five, for two days, so in total that would be silvers.â
Cortina took the room in an experienced manner and received the key for it. True to being a place of comfort for the sightseeing area, the prices were more than double the normal. However, he wasnât overcharging us by any means â thatâs just how much we could expect from their service.
Our room wasnât anything extravagant, but it was a clean and spacious room with a relaxed feel.
It had a peculiar floor with knitted grass and a washroom, as well as a balcony. There was a rocking chair opposite to it from where you could enjoy the backyard scenery.
We quickly dropped our luggage and sprawled comfortably on the floor. But Cortina didnât find that quite satisfactory and suggested another idea.
âNow then, letâs not waste time and take a dip in the hot bath, shall we?â
âYaaay!â
âThen I shall go make some teaââ
âWhat are you on about? You are coming with us, Finia. This trip is for you.â
Finia was about to start tidying up the luggage and start preparing tea, but Cortina grabbed her by the nape of her neck and dragged her along.
âI-I will come later! Thereâs also Lady Nicoleâs massage to take care of.â
âYou really are devoted to Nicole, huh? Thatâs not a bad thing, but you are having fun with us today.â
Cortina straight up denied Finiaâs appeal who was putting me above everything else. I was in full agreement with Cortina this time.
And so, I also clung to her arm and dragged her. If I didnât use my whole body, she could shake off my arm.
âFinia, letâs all enjoy ourselves together, okay?â
âBut Lady Nicole, I wouldnât be able to take care of you like that...â
âThen, let me take care of you today!â
âHuh?â
She was far too serious about her work, and this wasnât an exaggeration. If she didnât take a good rest every once in a while, her body and mind would probably break down.
She was managing Cortinaâs house on top of taking care of me, from meals to cleaning and laundry. And if that wasnât enough, she started training the sword recently. Whenever she had free time she stood in front of the house and swung a fake sword in her maid uniform. She even became famous for that in the neighborhood.
Because of her hard work, her hands were gradually becoming all tattered, which Cortina healed every time she spotted it.
Cortina could handle simple healing magic so there were no problems, but if she wasnât there, her hands wouldâve probably turned similar to the gnarled hands of a man by now. Even I couldnât bear to see her delicate hands turn so rough.
Because of the healing magic, they remained thin and delicate for now. But this meant that they were weak to friction and werenât increasing their endurance. For the hand skin to become thicker, it had to be grazed, torn, start to bleed and then let it heal on its own.
If you exponentially increased your healing ability with magic, you wouldnât be able to gain that excessive restoration that we define as toughness. Cortina hated that idea, however, so she healed Finia despite her attempts to deny it.
She was probably following the âCute girls shouldnât have rough hands!â kind of line of thought. I was in strong agreement with that too.
âThen to return the favor for everything you do, Iâll be the one massaging you today.â
I said that with the most innocent smile I could make, but itâs not like I had any ulterior motives... Well, maybe a bit... Only a little bit. Back when I died, Finia was just a little girl, but now, 10 years after my death on top of seven years since my reincarnation, she had already become a 22 years old beauty.
The Elves had their growth stopped right after they reached adulthood, so she remained looking like a 15-year-old girl. We always got into the bath together, so I knew just how deliciously fine and glossy her skin actually was.
, I tried convincing myself.
Finia appeared a bit troubled but she finally gave in and timidly accepted my offer. Her expression seemed to be twitching, perhaps because she was trying all she could to suppress a gleeful smile forming on her face.
want, then I donât have anything against it... And this is a good opportunity so Iâd instead be happy if you do...â
âFinia, your speech changed somehow.â
âAh.â
Oh well, that showed just how happy this hardworking girl was. My motives aside, she really did deserve that massage. | {
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äģĨä¸ã§ã ãããã¨ãããããžãã | I would consider the studio more like a laboratory.
I have occasional meetings with scientists.
And I have an academy, a part of the University of Fine Arts in Berlin.
We have an annual gathering of people, and that is called Life in Space.
Life in Space is really not necessarily about how we do things, but why we do things.
Do you mind looking, with me, at that little cross in the center there?
So just keep looking. Don't mind me.
So you will have a yellow circle, and we will do an after-image experiment.
When the circle goes away you will have another color, the complementary color.
I am saying something. And your eyes and your brain are saying something back.
This whole idea of sharing, the idea of constituting reality by overlapping what I say and what you say -- think of a movie.
Since two years now, with some stipends from the science ministry in Berlin, I've been working on these films where we produce the film together.
I don't necessarily think the film is so interesting.
Obviously this is not interesting at all in the sense of the narrative.
But nevertheless, what the potential is -- and just keep looking there -- what the potential is, obviously, is to kind of move the border of who is the author, and who is the receiver.
Who is the consumer, if you want, and who has responsibility for what one sees?
I think there is a socializing dimension in, kind of, moving that border.
Who decides what reality is?
This is the Tate Modern in London.
The show was, in a sense, about that.
It was about a space in which I put half a semi-circular yellow disk.
I also put a mirror in the ceiling, and some fog, some haze.
And my idea was to make the space tangible.
With such a big space, the problem is obviously that there is a discrepancy between what your body can embrace, and what the space, in that sense, is.
So here I had the hope that by inserting some natural elements, if you want -- some fog -- I could make the space tangible.
And what happens is that people, they start to see themselves in this space.
So look at this. Look at the girl.
Of course they have to look through a bloody camera in a museum. Right? That's how museums are working today.
But look at her face there, as she's checking out, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Oh! That was my foot there!"
She wasn't really sure whether she was seeing herself or not.
And in that whole idea, how do we configure the relationship between our body and the space?
How do we reconfigure it?
How do we know that being in a space makes a difference?
Do you see when I said in the beginning, it's about why, rather than how?
The why meant really, "What consequences does it have when I take a step?"
"What does it matter?"
"Does it matter if I am in the world or not?"
"And does it matter whether the kind of actions I take filter into a sense of responsibility?"
Is art about that?
I would say yes. It is obviously about not just about decorating the world, and making it look even better, or even worse, if you ask me.
It's obviously also about taking responsibility, like I did here when throwing some green dye in the river in L.A., Stockholm, Norway and Tokyo, among other places.
The green dye is not environmentally dangerous, but it obviously looks really rather frightening.
And it's on the other side also, I think, quite beautiful, as it somehow shows the turbulence in these kind of downtown areas, in these different places of the world.
The "Green river," as a kind of activist idea, not a part of an exhibition, it was really about showing people, in this city, as they walk by, that space has dimensions. A space has time.
And the water flows through the city with time.
The water has an ability to make the city negotiable, tangible.
Negotiable meaning that it makes a difference whether you do something or not.
It makes a difference whether you say, "I'm a part of this city.
And if I vote it makes a difference.
If I take a stand, it makes a difference."
This whole idea of a city not being a picture is, I think, something that art, in a sense, always was working with.
The idea that art can actually evaluate the relationship between what it means to be in a picture, and what it means to be in a space. What is the difference?
The difference between thinking and doing.
So these are different experiments with that. I won't go into them.
Iceland, lower right corner, my favorite place.
These kinds of experiments, they filter into architectural models.
These are ongoing experiments.
One is an experiment I did for BMW, an attempt to make a car.
It's made out of ice.
A crystalline stackable principle in the center on the top, which I am trying to turn into a concert hall in Iceland.
A sort of a run track, or a walk track, on the top of a museum in Denmark, which is made of colored glass, going all around.
So the movement with your legs will change the color of your horizon.
And two summers ago at the Hyde Park in London, with the Serpentine Gallery: a kind of a temporal pavilion where moving was the only way you could see the pavilion.
This summer, in New York: there is one thing about falling water which is very much about the time it takes for water to fall.
It's quite simple and fundamental.
I've walked a lot in the mountains in Iceland.
And as you come to a new valley, as you come to a new landscape, you have a certain view.
If you stand still, the landscape doesn't necessarily tell you how big it is.
It doesn't really tell you what you're looking at.
The moment you start to move, the mountain starts to move.
The big mountains far away, they move less.
The small mountains in the foreground, they move more.
And if you stop again, you wonder, "Is that a one-hour valley?
Or is that a three-hour hike, or is that a whole day I'm looking at?"
If you have a waterfall in there, right out there at the horizon; you look at the waterfall and you go, "Oh, the water is falling really slowly."
And you go, "My god it's really far away and it's a giant waterfall."
If a waterfall is falling faster, it's a smaller waterfall which is closer by -- because the speed of falling water is pretty constant everywhere.
And your body somehow knows that.
So this means a waterfall is a way of measuring space.
Of course being an iconic city like New York, that has had an interest in somehow playing around with the sense of space, you could say that New York wants to seem as big as possible.
Adding a measurement to that is interesting: the falling water suddenly gives you a sense of, "Oh, Brooklyn is exactly this much -- the distance between Brooklyn and Manhattan, in this case the lower East River is this big."
So it was not just necessarily about putting nature into the cities.
It was also about giving the city a sense of dimension.
And why would we want to do that?
Because I think it makes a difference whether you have a body that feels a part of a space, rather than having a body which is just in front of a picture.
And "Ha-ha, there is a picture and here is I. And what does it matter?"
Is there a sense of consequences?
So if I have a sense of the space, if I feel that the space is tangible, if I feel there is time, if there is a dimension I could call time, I also feel that I can change the space.
in terms of making space accessible.
One could say this is about community, collectivity.
It's about being together.
How do we create public space?
What does the word "public" mean today anyway?
So, asked in that way, I think it raises great things about parliamentary ideas, democracy, public space, being together, being individual.
How do we create an idea which is both tolerant to individuality, and also to collectivity, without polarizing the two into two different opposites?
Of course the political agendas in the world has been very obsessed, polarizing the two against each other into different, very normative ideas.
I would claim that art and culture, and this is why art and culture are so incredibly interesting in the times we're living in now, have proven that one can create a kind of a space and to collectivity.
It's very much about this causality, consequences.
It's very much about the way we link thinking and doing.
So what is between thinking and doing?
And right in-between thinking and doing, I would say, there is experience.
And experience is not just a kind of entertainment in a non-casual way.
Experience is about responsibility.
Having an experience is taking part in the world.
Taking part in the world is really about sharing responsibility.
So art, in that sense, I think holds an incredible relevance in the world in which we're moving into, particularly right now.
That's all I have. Thank you very much. | {
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ãæč´ãããã¨ãããããžãã | And this is why the greatest designers are almost always the biggest dreamers and rebels and renegades.
This has been the case throughout history, all the way back to the year 300 BC, when a 13-year-old became the king of a remote, very poor and very small Asian country.
He dreamt of acquiring land, riches and power through military conquest.
And his design skills -- improbable though it sounds -- would be essential in enabling him to do so.
At the time, all weapons were made by hand to different specifications.
So if an archer ran out of arrows during a battle, they wouldn't necessarily be able to fire another archer's arrows from their bow.
This of course meant that they would be less effective in combat and very vulnerable, too.
Ying solved this problem by insisting that all bows and arrows were designed identically, so they were interchangeable.
And he did the same for daggers, axes, spears, shields and every other form of weaponry.
His formidably equipped army won batter after battle, and within 15 years, his tiny kingdom had succeeded in conquering all its larger, richer, more powerful neighbors, to found the mighty Chinese Empire.
Now, no one, of course, would have thought of describing Ying Zheng as a designer at the time -- why would they?
And yet he used design unknowingly and instinctively but with tremendous ingenuity to achieve his ends.
And so did another equally improbable, accidental designer, who was also not above using violence to get what he wanted.
This was Edward Teach, better known as the British pirate, Blackbeard.
This was the golden age of piracy, where pirates like Teach were terrorizing the high seas.
Colonial trade was flourishing, and piracy was highly profitable.
And the smarter pirates like him realized that to maximize their spoils, they needed to attack their enemies so brutally that they would surrender on sight.
So in other words, they could take the ships without wasting ammunition, or incurring casualties.
So Edward Teach redesigned himself as Blackbeard by playing the part of a merciless brute.
He wore heavy jackets and big hats to accentuate his height.
He grew the bushy black beard that obscured his face.
He slung braces of pistols on either shoulder.
He even attached matches to the brim of his hat and set them alight, so they sizzled menacingly whenever his ship was poised to attack.
And like many pirates of that era, he flew a flag that bore the macabre symbols of a human skull and a pair of crossed bones, because those motifs had signified death in so many cultures for centuries, that their meaning was instantly recognizable, even in the lawless, illiterate world of the high seas: surrender or you'll suffer.
So of course, all his sensible victims surrendered on sight.
Put like that, it's easy to see why Edward Teach and his fellow pirates could be seen as pioneers of modern communications design, and why their deadly symbol -- there's more -- why their deadly symbol of the skull and crossbones was a precursor of today's logos, rather like the big red letters standing behind me, but of course with a different message.
Yet design was also used to nobler ends by an equally brilliant and equally improbable designer, the 19th-century British nurse, Florence Nightingale.
Her mission was to provide decent healthcare for everyone.
Nightingale was born into a rather grand, very wealthy British family, who were horrified when she volunteered to work in military hospitals during the Crimean War.
Once there, she swiftly realized that more patients were dying of infections that they caught there, in the filthy, fetid wards, than they were of battle wounds.
So she campaigned for cleaner, lighter, airier clinics to be designed and built.
Back in Britain, she mounted another campaign, this time for civilian hospitals, and insisted that the same design principles were applied to them.
The Nightingale ward, as it is called, dominated hospital design for decades to come, and elements of it are still used today.
But by then, design was seen as a tool of the Industrial Age.
It was formalized and professionalized, but it was restricted to specific roles and generally applied in pursuit of commercial goals rather than being used intuitively, as Florence Nightingale, Blackbeard and Ying Zheng had done.
By the 20th century, this commercial ethos was so powerful, that any designers who deviated from it risked being seen as cranks or subversives.
Now among them is one of my great design heroes, the brilliant LÃĄszlÃŗ Moholy-Nagy.
He was the Hungarian artist and designer whose experiments with the impact of technology on daily life were so powerful that they still influence the design of the digital images we see on our phone and computer screens. He radicalized the Bauhaus Design School in 1920s Germany, and yet some of his former colleagues shunned him when he struggled to open a new Bauhaus in Chicago years later.
Moholy's ideas were as bold and incisive as ever, but his approach to design was too experimental, as was his insistence on seeing it, as he put it, as an attitude, not a profession to be in tune with the times.
And sadly, the same applied to another design maverick: Richard Buckminster Fuller.
He was yet another brilliant design visionary and design activist, who was completely committed to designing a sustainable society in such a forward-thinking way that he started talking about the importance of environmentalism in design in the 1920s.
Now he, despite his efforts, was routinely mocked as a crank by many in the design establishment, and admittedly, some of his experiments failed, like the flying car that never got off the ground.
And yet, the geodesic dome, his design formula to build an emergency shelter from scraps of wood, metal, plastic, bits of tree, old blankets, plastic sheeting -- just about anything that's available at the time -- is one of the greatest feats of humanitarian design, and has provided sorely needed refuge to many, many people in desperate circumstances ever since.
Now, it was the courage and verve of radical designers like Bucky and Moholy that drew me to design.
I began my career as a news journalist and foreign correspondent.
I wrote about politics, economics and corporate affairs, and I could have chosen to specialize in any of those fields.
But I picked design, because I believe it's one of the most powerful tools at our disposal to improve our quality of life.
Thank you, fellow TED design buffs.
And greatly as I admire the achievements of professional designers, which have been extraordinary and immense, I also believe that design benefits hugely from the originality, the lateral thinking and the resourcefulness of its rebels and renegades.
And we're living at a remarkable moment in design, because this is a time when the two camps are coming closer together.
Because even very basic advances in digital technology have enabled them to operate increasingly independently, in or out of a commercial context, to pursue ever more ambitious and eclectic objectives.
So in theory, basic platforms like crowdfunding, cloud computing, social media are giving greater freedom to professional designers and giving more resources for the improvisational ones, and hopefully, a more receptive response to their ideas.
Now, some of my favorite examples of this are in Africa, where a new generation of designers are developing incredible Internet of Things technologies to fulfill Florence Nightingale's dream of improving healthcare in countries where more people now have access to cell phones than to clean, running water.
And among them is Arthur Zang.
He's a young, Cameroonian design engineer who has a adapted a tablet computer into the Cardiopad, a mobile heart-monitoring device.
It can be used to monitor the hearts of patients in remote, rural areas.
The data is then sent on a cellular network to well-equipped hospitals hundreds of miles away for analysis.
And if any problems are spotted by the specialists there, a suitable course of treatment is recommended.
And this of course saves many patients from making long, arduous, expensive and often pointless journeys to those hospitals, and makes it much, much likelier that their hearts will actually be checked.
Arthur Zang started working on the Cardiopad eight years ago, in his final year at university.
But he failed to persuade any conventional sources to give him investment to get the project off the ground.
He posted the idea on Facebook, where a Cameroonian government official saw it and managed to secure a government grant for him.
He's now developing not only the Cardiopad, but other mobile medical devices to treat different conditions.
And he isn't alone, because there are many other inspiring and enterprising designers who are also pursuing extraordinary projects of their own.
And I'm going to finish by looking at just a few of them.
One is Peek Vision.
This is a group of doctors and designers in Kenya, who've developed an Internet of Things technology of their own, as a portable eye examination kit.
Then there's Gabriel Maher, who is developing a new design language to enable us to articulate the subtleties of our changing gender identities, without recourse to traditional stereotypes.
All of these designers and many more are pursuing their dreams, by the making the most of their newfound freedom, with the discipline of professional designers and the resourcefulness of rebels and renegades.
And we all stand to benefit.
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He shouted such things as he raised his hands and then lunged forward with the knife he was carrying.
I unsheathed the sword from my belt and swept the knife to the side.
...I was only able to do this because his movements were slow... And I had studied the way Mr. Ekenhartâs moved...
âWhat!?â
The man was stunned that his knife had missed. I then unleashed a kick at him.
My foot slammed into the side of his stomach, causing him to roll onto the ground. But even then, he tried to rise up in order to continue the attack. However, I thrust my sword out so that the tip pointed at his face.
âDo you still want to continue? If thatâs the case, I might have to push a little deeper with this?â
He must have realized that it was no use, as the man dropped the knife he was holding and the strength seemed to leave him.
So I was able to move like this now...
Not only was I thankful that I had trained so hard, but I was thankful to Mr. Ekenhart for teaching me, and to Leo for helping me train.
âPhew...â
â...! Gah...!â
âWuff.â
Just as I had sighed and withdrawn my sword, the man snatched the knife off of the ground.
So he was waiting for me to let my guard down... However, before I could even register the danger, Leo jumped over the wall of spectators and landed so that her paw pressed down on the manâs stomach.
After being stepped on like this, the man let out a croak like a toad that was being squashed. And then he stopped moving.
Apparently, Leo had been watching the man and detected his movement.
âThank you, Leo. You saved me.â
âWuff. Wuff.â
I thanked Leo and patted her on the head. She was still stepping on the man.
You should be more careful. Leo seemed to say, but it was hard to take her seriously when she was enjoying being petted at the same time.
Just then, applause erupted around us.
It then grew louder as it spread.
They were applauding Leo and I for taking down the man.
I could also hear voices shouting.
âThat was amazing, mister!â
âThank you, mister.â
âLeo is so cute.â
Came the various voices.
Most of them were praising us.
âMr. Takumi!â
As the crowd thanked us, Ms. Claire and Sebasian must have heard the noise, as they flew out of the shop.
Mr. Kalis came over as well.
The clerks carried away the broken table and picked up the herbs from the ground.
âMr. Takumi, you are too reckless. You should leave such things to the guards.â
âExactly, Mr. Takumi. You are too important to lose over something like this.â
They were so worried about me, that they almost sounded angry. But even I couldnât explain why I had stepped forward...
I had done it with a calm mind... Well, it might have been because I saw the herbs on the ground.
Perhaps it was his disregard for them that I found unforgivable.
I might have been more angry than I realized...that wasnât good.
âIâm sorry... It seems I was angry because he ruined the herbs...â
âWell, I suppose I can understand your anger towards his actions, but...â
Ms. Claire looked a little puzzled by my words.
The thing was, I didnât even realize that I was angry. And even now, I wasnât sure that I was.
âBut more importantly, what should we do with him?â
We could just call the guards and have him arrested again. But it could be very troublesome if he escapes again...
While the man seemed to be in pain under all that weight, he still glared and clicked his tongue at us.
He clearly wasnât sorry... Also, Leo? Are you putting less pressure on him than it looks?
If Leo put all of her weight down, she could easily crush a human to death.
There were children here, and I did not want them to see a man get squished, while blood and other things flew in the air... So perhaps Leo was being extra careful.
âIndeed...â
âWhat should we do, Sebastian?â
Sebastian thought for a moment and then walked towards the man without answering Ms. Claireâs question. Then he said to the man,
âDid you know that this store belongs to the duke?â
âAh? I donât know nothing.â
âSo why did you choose this place?â
An interrogation?
And so we all watched as Sebastian questioned the man.
Though, Leo couldnât see too well, as he was under her foot.
Mr. Kalis was looking at the fallen man with an expression of pity... Why?
âI wanted money... Damn it. I should have gone somewhere else!â
âI see... You did all of this just for some money.â
Sebastian then mused over those words for a moment.
âYou have defied the duke on his lands. Of course...he has the right to judge you.â
The man did not understand why Sebastian was saying this, and he shouted angrily.
Think hard... Defy the duke on his lands... I didnât know much about the laws of this country, but it seemed obvious to me.
âIt was an attack on his house...threats and violence against his store... Even the death penalty might not be enough for you...â
The man went pale and then became speechless when he heard Sebastianâs words.
After hearing all of this, he finally understood the situation that he was in.
However, Sebastian looked like he was enjoying this...his voice was extra low and threatening. And yet he also sounded calm, which made it all the more frightening.
Perhaps Mr. Kalis knew what was going to happen, and that was why he pitied the man?
â...Now do you understand the position youâre in? Ah, there is no use trying to run away. You are being held down by the great Leo. A Silver Fenrir... She will not allow you to leave.â
â...So itâs a Silver Fenrir...â
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Like a certain famous monster game, the Unisons in this game could be taken out or put away at will by the player.
What would happen if I took it out now...
âGo! Ravengar!â
Particles of light gathered together and formed the shape of the Ravengar.
Yes, it worked on dry land as well.
The most typical way to make a fish monster appear on dry land, was to make them hover in the air...!
And this game was no exception.
However, its movements were considerably slower than in the water.
Like a certain well-known robot game, these monsters had âterrain adaptation.â
As Ravengar was a fish, its water adaptation would be an âS.â
But it would likely get a âBâ on dry land or in the air.
âWell, Iâm just relieved that it can come out at all...â
I had tamed it on a whim, and so it would have been terrible if it could only fight in the water.
While the sea appeared in many games, they were rarely the main area of exploration.
Unless the sea was the main theme of the game.
âIâll look at the status next.â
And so I changed the status window to the Unison page.
â Unison Status
Name: Ravengar
Race: Fish/Machine
Lv: /HP: /120
MP: 80/80
Attack: 160
Defense: 90
Magic Attack: 55
Magic Defense: 65
Speed: 130
The biggest difference from players was the existence of ârace.â
The Ravengar was both a fish and a machine.
Apparently, this affected which kind of equipment and skills could be acquired.
In most cases, the Unisons wore armor that was specific to their type, and there were not many items that they could share with the player.
They could be equipped with 5 items, and they werenât separated into categories like âHeadâ and âHands.â
After all, there were some monsters that didnât have the same parts as humans.
Slimes didnât have arms or feet, for instance.
The next thing I focused on was that it didnât have any unique statuses.
Warriors had âSpirit,â Sorcerers had âMiracle,â and Archers had âRange.â
I was the player I am now thanks to my unique skill.
But Unisons didnât have one.
Well, there were so many different kinds of Unison Monsters, and it would be too much trouble to give them all their own unique status. And they would probably end up being similar anyway.
On the other hand, they were supposed to be able to learn new skills and special attacks, so I would have to look into it later.
Their level could go up to 100, and with each level, they could earn 10 strengthening points.
The Ravengar was currently at level 30, so that meant it had 300 strengthening points.
Speaking of which, the Unisonâs strengthening points were distributed automatically.
So in the end, monsters of the same type would all have the same status.
There were no differences in personality or size.
If you wanted them to have any individuality, it would have to be through equipment and skills.
Personally...I was all for it.
If there were differences in strength between the same types of monsters, then you would have to pick them very carefully.
It would be one thing if it was a game where you were just looking at them through your screen, but it didnât really fit VR games, where there was the illusion that you and the monster were in the same world.
In any case, the status numbers seemed a little high?
Together, its HP and MP was 200. I only had 150.
And the total of Attack, Defense, Magic Attack, Magic Defense, and Speed was 500.
Even if you took the 300 strengthening points out, that was still 200.
The total of Archer was just 100.
Apparently, these Ravengars just had really high stats.
Itâs stats were currently above my own.
Unisons were better versions of players...no, not really.
Unison monsters were only given 10 strengthening points until they reached level 100.
2nds also received 10 points, but there were also 3rds.
And so the amount of strengthening points you would receive would likely increase as well.
Besides, players could also equip more armor.
There were 10 equipment slots in all, which was twice as much as the Unisons.
This was a big deal, as equipment was very important in NSO.
Also, the monsters were controlled by AI, which made their movements a little awkward.
Well, I wouldnât know until I tested it out.
âNow Iâll just check its skills and learn the rest in actual combat.â
â Skill
Direct Dart
Charge into the enemy.
Poison Resistance V
Has a 50% chance of nullifying poison.
Reduces damage by 50% if poisoned.
Machine Body
Reduces physical damage by 10%
â Special Attack
Red Meteor
Repeatedly charges at high speed like a meteor.
Cooldown time: 10 minutes.
Ocean Sphere
Creates a sphere of water around itself. Effective for 3 minutes.
âSome of them are simple to understand, and some arenât.â
Straight Dart was simple. It just charged.
And Red Meteor as well. It repeatedly charges really hard.
Machine Body is also easy to understand. Its physical attacks become stronger.
Poison Resistance V meant that if the Ravengar was poisoned, it had a 50% chance of nullifying it.
So if it was unlucky, it would just get poisoned.
But if that happened, then there was an extra insurance-like effect that halves the damage.
As for Ocean Sphere...I wasnât really sure.
I would have to test it out.
âRavengar. Ocean Sphere!â
Water started to appear all around Gar.
And then Gar was locked in a nice sphere of water that looked like a capsule.
It was 2 meters in diameter. I touched it and saw that it was seawater.
However, this has a cooldown time of 10 minutes, just like Red Meteor?
Itâs not as if this water would affect attacks, and it didnât need the water to breathe.
Well, perhaps it could act as a shield against fire attacks.
âGar! Gar!â
Gar suddenly started to cry and then swim around in the air.
Not only that, but the seawater capsule was moving with Gar in the center of it.
âI see. So with this, it is able to move just as it does in the water for 3 minutes.â
Now the 10 minute cooldown made sense.
While it was activated, the Ravengar was a fish in water.
It had decent defense against physical attacks and its movements were fast.
And so even if an enemy attacked at a close range, it would not die easily.
However, it would be reckless to have the usual Gar fight on the surface at close range.
Its movement was too slow, and it would be an easy target.
But all of its skills seem suited for close range combat...
I would like to use equipment and new skills to make it so that it can attack enemies from far away.
Regardless, it would be best to see it in action first.
Then Iâll know what is needed.
âLetâs go to the Dragon Kingâs Underwater Shrine.â
âGar! Gar!â
It was there that I would be able to acquire the Dragon Palace Stone that I needed to fill out the map.
Getting through this dungeon would be a good way to finally end this southern sea adventure...! | {
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č´ãããã¨ãããããžãã | We don't really think of the evolutionary need to be protected by our senses, but that's probably why our senses really evolved -- to keep us safe, to allow us to live.
Really when we think of our senses, or when we think of the loss of the sense, we really think about something more like this: the ability to touch something luxurious, to taste something delicious, to smell something fragrant, to see something beautiful.
This is what we want out of our senses.
We want beauty; we don't just want function.
And when it comes to sensory restoration, we're still very far away from being able to provide beauty.
And that's what I'd like to talk to you a little bit about today.
Likewise for hearing.
When we think about why we hear, we don't often think about the ability to hear an alarm or a siren, although clearly that's an important thing.
Really what we want to hear is music.
So many of you know that that's Beethoven's Seventh Symphony.
Many of you know that he was deaf, or near profoundly deaf, when he wrote that.
Now I'd like to impress upon you how unusual it is that we can hear music.
Music is just one of the strangest things that there is.
It's acoustic vibrations in the air, little waves of energy in the air that tickle our eardrum.
Somehow in tickling our eardrum that transmits energy down our hearing bones, which get converted to a fluid impulse inside the cochlea and then somehow converted into an electrical signal in our auditory nerves that somehow wind up in our brains as a perception of a song or a beautiful piece of music.
That process is entirely abstract and very, very unusual.
And we could discuss that topic alone for days to really try to figure out, how is it that we hear something that's emotional from something that starts out as a vibration in the air?
Turns out that if you have hearing loss, most people that lose their hearing lose it at what's called the cochlea, the inner ear.
And it's at the hair cell level that they do this.
Now if you had to pick a sense to lose, I have to be very honest with you and say, we're better at restoring hearing than we are at restoring any sense that there is.
In fact, nothing even actually comes close to our ability to restore hearing.
And as a physician and a surgeon, I can confidently tell my patients that if you had to pick a sense to lose, we are the furthest along medically and surgically with hearing.
As a musician, I can tell you that if I had to have a cochlear implant, I'd be heartbroken. I'd just be plainly heartbroken, because I know that music would never sound the same to me.
Now this is a video that I'm going to show you of a girl who's born deaf.
She's in a very supportive environment.
Her mother's doing everything she can.
Okay, play that video please.
Mother: That's an owl.
Owl, yeah.
Owl. Owl.
Yeah.
Baby. Baby.
You want it?
Charles Limb: Now despite everything going for this child in terms of family support and simple infused learning, there is a limitation to what a child who's deaf, an infant who was born deaf, has in this world in terms of social, educational, vocational opportunities.
I'm not saying that they can't live a beautiful, wonderful life.
I'm saying that they're going to face obstacles that most people who have normal hearing will not have to face.
Now hearing loss and the treatment for hearing loss has really evolved in the past 200 years.
I mean literally, they used to do things like stick ear-shaped objects onto your ears and stick funnels in.
And that was the best you could do for hearing loss.
Back then you couldn't even look at the eardrum.
that there were no good treatments for hearing loss.
And now today we have the modern multi-channel cochlear implant, which is an outpatient procedure.
It's surgically placed inside the inner ear.
It takes about an hour and a half to two hours, depending on where it's done, And in the end, you achieve something like this where an electrode array is inserted inside the cochlea.
Now actually, this is quite crude in comparison to our regular inner ear.
But here is that same girl who is implanted now.
This is her 10 years later.
And this is a video that was taken by my surgical mentor, Dr. John Niparko, who implanted her.
If we could play this video please.
John Niparko: So you've written two books?
Girl: I have written two books. Girl: No, the other one was a book. JN: Well this book has seven chapters, and the last chapter is entitled "The Good Things About Being Deaf."
Do you remember writing that chapter?
Girl: Yes I do. I remember writing every chapter.
JN: Yeah.
Girl: Well sometimes my sister can be kind of annoying.
So it comes in handy to not be annoyed by her.
JN: I see. And who is that?
Girl: Holly. Mother: Her sister. Girl: My sister.
JN: And how can you avoid being annoyed by her?
Girl: I just take off my CI, and I don't hear anything.
It comes in handy.
JN: So you don't want to hear everything that's out there?
Girl: No.
CL: And so she's phenomenal.
And there's no way that you can't look at that as an overwhelming success.
It is. It's a huge success story in modern medicine.
However, despite this incredible facility that some cochlear implant users display with language, you turn on the radio and all of a sudden they can't hear music almost at all.
In fact, most implant users really struggle and dislike music because it sounds so bad.
And so when it comes to this idea of restoring beauty to somebody's life, we have a long way to go when it comes to audition.
Now there are a lot of reasons for that. I mentioned earlier the fact that music is a different capacity because it's abstract.
Language is very different. Language is very precise.
In fact, the whole reason we use it is because it has semantic-specificity.
When you say a word, what you care is that word was perceived correctly.
You don't care that the word sounded pretty when it was spoken.
Music is entirely different.
When you hear music, if it doesn't sound good, what's the point?
There's really very little point in listening to music when it doesn't sound good to you.
The acoustics of music are much harder than those of language.
And you can see on this figure, that the frequency range and the decibel range, the dynamic range of music is far more heterogeneous.
So if we had to design a perfect cochlear implant, what we would try to do is target it to be able to allow music transmission.
Because I always view music as the pinnacle of hearing.
If you can hear music, you should be able to hear anything.
Now the problems begin first with pitch perception.
I mean, most of us know that pitch is a fundamental building block of music.
And without the ability to perceive pitch well, music and melody is a very difficult thing to do -- forget about a harmony and things like that.
Now this is a MIDI arrangement of Rachmaninoff's Prelude.
Now if we could just play this.
Okay, now if we consider that in a cochlear implant patient pitch perception could be off as much as two octaves, let's see what happens here when we randomize this to within one semitone.
We would be thrilled if we had one semitone pitch perception in cochlear implant users.
Go ahead and play this one.
Now my goal in showing you that is to show you that music is not robust to degradation.
You distort it a little bit, especially in terms of pitch, and you've changed it.
And it might be that you kind of like that.
That's kind of hypnotic.
But it certainly wasn't the way the music was intended.
And you're not hearing the same thing that most people who have normal hearing are hearing.
Now the other issue comes with, not just the ability to tell pitches apart, but the ability to tell sounds apart.
Most cochlear implant users cannot tell the difference between an instrument.
If we could play these two sound clips in succession.
The trumpet.
And the second one.
That's a violin.
These have similar wave forms. They're both sustained instruments.
Cochlear implant users cannot tell the difference between these instruments.
The sound quality, or the sound of the sound is how I like to describe timbre, tone color -- they cannot tell these things whatsoever.
This implant is not transmitting the quality of music that usually provides things like warmth.
Now if you look at the brain of an individual who has a cochlear implant and you have them listen to speech, have them listen to rhythm and have them listen to melody, what you find is that the auditory cortex is the most active during speech.
You would think that because these implants are optimized for speech, they were designed for speech.
But actually if you look at melody, what you find is that there's very little cortical activity in implant users compared with normal hearing controls. So for whatever reason, this implant is not successfully stimulating auditory cortices during melody perception.
Now the next question is, well how does it really sound?
Now we've been doing some studies to really get a sense of what sound quality is like for these implant users.
I'm going to play you two clips of Usher, one which is normal and one which has almost no high frequencies, almost no low frequencies and not even that many mid frequencies.
Go ahead and play that.
I had patients tell me that those sound the same.
They cannot differentiate sound quality differences between those two clips.
Again, we are very, very far away in just getting to where we want to get to.
Now the question comes to mind: Is there any hope?
And yes, there is hope.
Now I don't know if anybody knows who this is.
This is ... does somebody know?
This is Beethoven.
Now why would we know what Beethoven's skull looks like?
Because his grave was exhumed.
And it turns out that his temporal bones were harvested when he died to try to look at the cause of his deafness, which is why he has molding clay and his skull is bulging out on the side there.
But Beethoven composed music long after he lost his hearing.
What that suggests is that, even in the case of hearing loss, the capacity for music remains.
The brains remain hardwired for music.
I've been very lucky to work with Dr. David Ryugo where I've been working on deaf cats that are white and trying to figure out what happens when we give them cochlear implants.
This is a cat that's been trained to respond to a trumpet for food.
Text: Beethoven doesn't excite her.
The "1812 Overture" isn't worth waking for.
But she jumps to action when called to duty!
CL: Now I'm not suggesting that the cat is hearing that trumpet the way we're hearing it.
I'm suggesting that with training you can imbue a musical sound with significance, even in a cat. If we were to direct efforts towards training cochlear implant users to hear music -- because right now there's virtually no effort put towards that, no rehabilitative strategies, very little in the way of technological advances to actually improve music -- we would come a long way.
Now I want to show you one last video.
And this is of a student of mine named Joseph who I had the good fortune to work with for three years in my lab.
He's deaf, and he learned to play the piano after he received the cochlear implant.
And here's a video of Joseph.
Joseph: I was born in 1986.
And at about four months old, I was diagnosed with profoundly severe hearing loss.
Not long after, I was fitted with hearing aids.
But although these hearing aids were the most powerful hearing aids on the market at the time, they weren't very helpful.
So as a result, I had to rely on lip reading a lot, and I couldn't really hear what people were saying.
When I was 12 years old, I was one of the first few people in Singapore who underwent cochlear implantation.
And not long after I got my cochlear implant, I started learning how to play piano.
And it was absolutely wonderful.
Since then, I've never looked back.
CL: Joseph is phenomenal. He's brilliant.
He is now a medical student at Yale University, and he's contemplating a surgical career -- one of the first deaf individuals to consider a career in surgery.
There are almost no deaf surgeons anywhere.
And this is really unheard of stuff, and this is all because of this technology.
And the fact that he can play the piano like that is a testament to his brain.
Truth of the matter is you can play the piano without a cochlear implant, because all you have to do is press the keys at the right time.
You don't actually have to hear it.
I know he doesn't hear well, because I've heard him do Karaoke.
And it's one of the most awful things -- heartwarming, but awful.
And so there is certainly a lot of hope, but there's a lot more that needs to be done.
So I just want to conclude with the following words.
When it comes to restoration of hearing, we have certainly come a long way, a remarkably long way.
And we have a much longer way to go when it comes to the idea of restoring perfect hearing.
And let me tell you right now, it's fine that we would all be very happy with speech.
But I tell you, if we lost our hearing, if anyone here suddenly lost your hearing, you would want perfect hearing back.
You wouldn't want decent hearing, you would want perfect hearing.
Restoration of basic sensory function is critical.
how important it is to restore basic function.
But it's really restoration of the ability to perceive beauty where we can get inspiring.
And I don't think that we should give up on beauty.
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ãããã¨ãããããžã | And you can see why. It's triumphal.
I won't feel anything, but if I could, I would feel triumphal at having lived at all, and at having lived on this splendid planet, and having been given the opportunity to understand something about why I was here in the first place, before not being here.
Can you understand my quaint English accent?
Like everybody else, I was entranced yesterday by the animal session.
Robert Full and Frans Lanting and others; the beauty of the things that they showed.
The only slight jarring note was when Jeffrey Katzenberg said of the mustang, "the most splendid creatures that God put on this earth."
Now of course, we know that he didn't really mean that, but in this country at the moment, you can't be too careful.
I'm a biologist, and the central theorem of our subject: the theory of design, Darwin's theory of evolution by natural selection.
In professional circles everywhere, it's of course universally accepted.
In non-professional circles outside America, it's largely ignored.
But in non-professional circles within America, it arouses so much hostility -- it's fair to say that American biologists are in a state of war.
The war is so worrying at present, with court cases coming up in one state after another, that I felt I had to say something about it.
If you want to know what I have to say about Darwinism itself, I'm afraid you're going to have to look at my books, which you won't find in the bookstore outside.
Contemporary court cases often concern an allegedly new version of creationism, called "Intelligent Design," or ID.
Don't be fooled. There's nothing new about ID.
It's just creationism under another name, rechristened -- I choose the word advisedly -- for tactical, political reasons.
The arguments of so-called ID theorists are the same old arguments that had been refuted again and again, since Darwin down to the present day.
There is an effective evolution lobby coordinating the fight on behalf of science, and I try to do all I can to help them, but they get quite upset when people like me dare to mention that we happen to be atheists as well as evolutionists.
They see us as rocking the boat, and you can understand why.
Creationists, lacking any coherent scientific argument for their case, fall back on the popular phobia against atheism: Teach your children evolution in biology class, and they'll soon move on to drugs, grand larceny and sexual "pre-version."
In fact, of course, educated theologians from the Pope down are firm in their support of evolution.
This book, "Finding Darwin's God," by Kenneth Miller, is one of the most effective attacks on Intelligent Design that I know and it's all the more effective because it's written by a devout Christian.
People like Kenneth Miller could be called a "godsend" to the evolution lobby, because they expose the lie that evolutionism is, as a matter of fact, tantamount to atheism.
People like me, on the other hand, rock the boat.
But here, I want to say something nice about creationists.
It's not a thing I often do, so listen carefully.
I think they're right about one thing.
I think they're right that evolution is fundamentally hostile to religion.
I've already said that many individual evolutionists, like the Pope, are also religious, but I think they're deluding themselves.
I believe a true understanding of Darwinism is deeply corrosive to religious faith.
Now, it may sound as though I'm about to preach atheism, and I want to reassure you that that's not what I'm going to do.
In an audience as sophisticated as this one, that would be preaching to the choir.
No, what I want to urge upon you -- Instead, what I want to urge upon you is militant atheism.
But that's putting it too negatively.
If I was a person who were interested in preserving religious faith, I would be very afraid of the positive power of evolutionary science, and indeed science generally, but evolution in particular, to inspire and enthrall, precisely because it is atheistic.
Now, the difficult problem for any theory of biological design is to explain the massive statistical improbability of living things.
Statistical improbability in the direction of good design -- "complexity" is another word for this.
The standard creationist argument -- there is only one; they're all reduced to this one -- takes off from a statistical improbability.
Living creatures are too complex to have come about by chance; therefore, they must have had a designer.
This argument of course, shoots itself in the foot.
Any designer capable of designing something really complex has to be even more complex himself, and that's before we even start on the other things he's expected to do, like forgive sins, bless marriages, listen to prayers -- favor our side in a war -- disapprove of our sex lives, and so on.
Complexity is the problem that any theory of biology has to solve, and you can't solve it by postulating an agent that is even more complex, thereby simply compounding the problem.
Darwinian natural selection is so stunningly elegant because it solves the problem of explaining complexity in terms of nothing but simplicity.
Essentially, it does it by providing a smooth ramp But here, I only want to make the point that the elegance of Darwinism is corrosive to religion, precisely because it is so elegant, so parsimonious, so powerful, so economically powerful.
It has the sinewy economy of a beautiful suspension bridge.
The God theory is not just a bad theory.
It turns out to be -- in principle -- incapable of doing the job required of it.
So, returning to tactics and the evolution lobby, I want to argue that rocking the boat may be just the right thing to do.
My approach to attacking creationism is -- unlike the evolution lobby -- my approach to attacking creationism is to attack religion as a whole.
And at this point I need to acknowledge the remarkable taboo against speaking ill of religion, and I'm going to do so in the words of the late Douglas Adams, a dear friend who, if he never came to TED, certainly should have been invited.
Richard Dawkins: He was. Good. I thought he must have been.
He begins this speech, which was tape recorded in Cambridge shortly before he died -- he begins by explaining how science works through the testing of hypotheses that are framed to be vulnerable to disproof, and then he goes on.
I quote, "Religion doesn't seem to work like that.
It has certain ideas at the heart of it, which we call 'sacred' or 'holy.' What it means is: here is an idea or a notion that you're not allowed to say anything bad about.
You're just not. Why not? Because you're not."
"Why should it be that it's perfectly legitimate to support the Republicans or Democrats, this model of economics versus that, Macintosh instead of Windows, but to have an opinion about how the universe began, about who created the universe -- no, that's holy.
So, we're used to not challenging religious ideas, and it's very interesting how much of a furor Richard creates when he does it." -- He meant me, not that one.
"Everybody gets absolutely frantic about it, because you're not allowed to say these things. Yet when you look at it rationally, there's no reason why those ideas shouldn't be as open to debate as any other, except that we've agreed somehow between us that they shouldn't be."
And that's the end of the quote from Douglas.
In my view, not only is science corrosive to religion; religion is corrosive to science.
It teaches people to be satisfied with trivial, supernatural non-explanations, and blinds them to the wonderful, real explanations that we have within our grasp.
It teaches them to accept authority, revelation and faith, instead of always insisting on evidence.
There's Douglas Adams, magnificent picture from his book, "Last Chance to See."
Now, there's a typical scientific journal, The Quarterly Review of Biology.
And I'm going to put together, as guest editor, a special issue on the question, "Did an asteroid kill the dinosaurs?"
And the first paper is a standard scientific paper, presenting evidence, "Iridium layer at the K-T boundary, and potassium argon dated crater in Yucatan, indicate that an asteroid killed the dinosaurs."
Perfectly ordinary scientific paper.
Now, the next one. "The President of the Royal Society has been vouchsafed a strong inner conviction that an asteroid killed the dinosaurs."
"It has been privately revealed to Professor Huxtane that an asteroid killed the dinosaurs."
"Professor Hordley was brought up to have total and unquestioning faith" -- -- "that an asteroid killed the dinosaurs."
"Professor Hawkins has promulgated an official dogma binding on all loyal Hawkinsians that an asteroid killed the dinosaurs."
That's inconceivable, of course.
But suppose -- In 1987, a reporter asked George Bush, Sr.
whether he recognized the equal citizenship and patriotism of Americans who are atheists.
Mr. Bush's reply has become infamous.
"No, I don't know that atheists should be considered citizens, nor should they be considered patriots.
This is one nation under God."
Bush's bigotry was not an isolated mistake, blurted out in the heat of the moment and later retracted.
He stood by it in the face of repeated calls for clarification or withdrawal.
He really meant it.
More to the point, he knew it posed no threat to his election -- quite the contrary. Democrats as well as Republicans parade their religiousness if they want to get elected. Both parties invoke "one nation under God."
What would Thomas Jefferson have said? [In every country and in every age, the priest has been hostile to liberty] Incidentally, I'm not usually very proud of being British, but you can't help making the comparison.
In practice, what is an atheist?
An atheist is just somebody who feels about Yahweh the way any decent Christian feels about Thor or Baal or the golden calf.
As has been said before, we are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in.
Some of us just go one god further.
And however we define atheism, it's surely the kind of academic belief that a person is entitled to hold without being vilified as an unpatriotic, unelectable non-citizen.
Nevertheless, it's an undeniable fact that to own up to being an atheist is tantamount to introducing yourself as Mr. Hitler or Miss Beelzebub.
And that all stems from the perception of atheists as some kind of weird, way-out minority.
Natalie Angier wrote a rather sad piece in the New Yorker, saying how lonely she felt as an atheist.
She clearly feels in a beleaguered minority.
But actually, how do American atheists stack up numerically?
The latest survey makes surprisingly encouraging reading.
Christianity, of course, takes a massive lion's share of the population, with nearly 160 million.
But what would you think was the second largest group, convincingly outnumbering Jews with 2.8 million, Muslims at 1.1 million, Hindus, Buddhists and all other religions put together?
The second largest group, with nearly 30 million, is the one described as non-religious or secular.
You can't help wondering why vote-seeking politicians are so proverbially overawed by the power of, for example, the Jewish lobby -- the state of Israel seems to owe its very existence to the American Jewish vote -- while at the same time, consigning the non-religious to political oblivion.
This secular non-religious vote, if properly mobilized, is nine times as numerous as the Jewish vote.
Why does this far more substantial minority not make a move to exercise its political muscle?
Well, so much for quantity. How about quality?
Is there any correlation, positive or negative, between intelligence and tendency to be religious? [Them folks misunderestimated me] The survey that I quoted, which is the ARIS survey, didn't break down its data by socio-economic class or education, IQ or anything else.
But a recent article by Paul G. Bell in the Mensa magazine provides some straws in the wind.
Mensa, as you know, is an international organization for people with very high IQ.
And from a meta-analysis of the literature, Bell concludes that, I quote -- "Of 43 studies carried out since 1927 on the relationship between religious belief, and one's intelligence or educational level, all but four found an inverse connection.
That is, the higher one's intelligence or educational level, the less one is likely to be religious."
Well, I haven't seen the original 42 studies, and I can't comment on that meta-analysis, but I would like to see more studies done along those lines.
And I know that there are -- if I could put a little plug here -- there are people in this audience easily capable of financing a massive research survey to settle the question, and I put the suggestion up, for what it's worth.
But let me know show you some data that have been properly published and analyzed, on one special group -- namely, top scientists.
In 1998, Larson and Witham polled the cream of American scientists, those who'd been honored by election to the National Academy of Sciences, and among this select group, belief in a personal God dropped to a shattering seven percent.
About 20 percent are agnostic; the rest could fairly be called atheists.
Similar figures obtained for belief in personal immortality.
Among biological scientists, the figure is even lower: 5.5 percent, only, believe in God.
Physical scientists, it's 7.5 percent.
I've not seen corresponding figures for elite scholars in other fields, such as history or philosophy, but I'd be surprised if they were different.
So, we've reached a truly remarkable situation, a grotesque mismatch between the American intelligentsia and the American electorate.
A philosophical opinion about the nature of the universe, which is held by the vast majority of top American scientists and probably the majority of the intelligentsia generally, is so abhorrent to the American electorate that no candidate for popular election dare affirm it in public.
If I'm right, this means that high office in the greatest country in the world is barred to the very people best qualified to hold it -- the intelligentsia -- unless they are prepared to lie about their beliefs.
To put it bluntly: American political opportunities are heavily loaded against those who are simultaneously intelligent and honest. I'm not a citizen of this country, so I hope it won't be thought unbecoming if I suggest that something needs to be done.
And I've already hinted what that something is.
From what I've seen of TED, I think this may be the ideal place to launch it.
Again, I fear it will cost money.
We need a consciousness-raising, coming-out campaign for American atheists.
This could be similar to the campaign organized by homosexuals a few years ago, although heaven forbid that we should stoop to public outing of people against their will.
In most cases, people who out themselves will help to destroy the myth that there is something wrong with atheists.
On the contrary, they'll demonstrate that atheists are often the kinds of people who could serve as decent role models for your children, the kinds of people an advertising agent could use to recommend a product, the kinds of people who are sitting in this room.
There should be a snowball effect, a positive feedback, such that the more names we have, the more we get.
There could be non-linearities, threshold effects.
When a critical mass has been obtained, there's an abrupt acceleration in recruitment.
And again, it will need money.
I suspect that the word "atheist" itself contains or remains a stumbling block far out of proportion to what it actually means, and a stumbling block to people who otherwise might be happy to out themselves.
So, what other words might be used to smooth the path, oil the wheels, sugar the pill? Darwin himself preferred "agnostic" -- and not only out of loyalty to his friend Huxley, who coined the term.
Darwin said, "I have never been an atheist in the same sense of denying the existence of a God.
I think that generally an 'agnostic' would be the most correct description of my state of mind."
He even became uncharacteristically tetchy with Edward Aveling.
Aveling was a militant atheist who failed to persuade Darwin to accept the dedication of his book on atheism -- incidentally, giving rise to a fascinating myth that Karl Marx tried to dedicate "Das Kapital" to Darwin, which he didn't, it was actually Edward Aveling.
What happened was that Aveling's mistress was Marx's daughter, and when both Darwin and Marx were dead, Marx's papers became muddled up with Aveling's papers, and a letter from Darwin saying, "My dear sir, thank you very much but I don't want you to dedicate your book to me," was mistakenly supposed to be addressed to Marx, and that gave rise to this whole myth, which you've probably heard.
It's a sort of urban myth, that Marx tried to dedicate "Kapital" to Darwin.
Anyway, it was Aveling, and when they met, Darwin challenged Aveling.
"Why do you call yourselves atheists?"
"'Agnostic, '" retorted Aveling, "was simply 'atheist' writ respectable, and 'atheist' was simply 'agnostic' writ aggressive."
Darwin complained, "But why should you be so aggressive?"
Darwin thought that atheism might be well and good for the intelligentsia, but that ordinary people were not, quote, "ripe for it."
Which is, of course, our old friend, the "don't rock the boat" argument.
It's not recorded whether Aveling told Darwin to come down off his high horse.
But in any case, that was more than 100 years ago.
You'd think we might have grown up since then.
Now, a friend, an intelligent lapsed Jew, who, incidentally, observes the Sabbath for reasons of cultural solidarity, describes himself as a "tooth-fairy agnostic."
He won't call himself an atheist because it's, in principle, impossible to prove a negative, but "agnostic" on its own might suggest that God's existence was therefore on equal terms of likelihood as his non-existence.
So, my friend is strictly agnostic about the tooth fairy, but it isn't very likely, is it? Like God.
Hence the phrase, "tooth-fairy agnostic."
Bertrand Russell made the same point using a hypothetical teapot in orbit about Mars. You would strictly have to be agnostic about whether there is a teapot in orbit about Mars, but that doesn't mean you treat the likelihood of its existence as on all fours with its non-existence.
The list of things which we strictly have to be agnostic about doesn't stop at tooth fairies and teapots; it's infinite.
If you want to believe one particular one of them -- unicorns or tooth fairies or teapots or Yahweh -- the onus is on you to say why.
The onus is not on the rest of us to say why not.
We, who are atheists, are also a-fairyists and a-teapotists.
But we don't bother to say so.
And this is why my friend uses "tooth-fairy agnostic" as a label for what most people would call atheist.
Nonetheless, if we want to attract deep-down atheists to come out publicly, we're going to have find something better to stick on our banner than "tooth-fairy" or "teapot agnostic."
So, how about "humanist"?
This has the advantage of a worldwide network of well-organized associations and journals and things already in place.
My problem with it is only its apparent anthropocentrism.
One of the things we've learned from Darwin is that the human species is only one among millions of cousins, some close, some distant.
And there are other possibilities, like "naturalist," but that also has problems of confusion, because Darwin would have thought naturalist -- "Naturalist" means, of course, as opposed to "supernaturalist" -- and it is used sometimes -- Darwin would have been confused by the other sense of "naturalist," which he was, of course, and I suppose there might be others who would confuse it with "nudism".
Such people might be those belonging to the British lynch mob, which last year attacked a pediatrician in mistake for a pedophile.
I think the best of the available alternatives for "atheist" is simply "non-theist."
It lacks the strong connotation that there's definitely no God, and it could therefore easily be embraced by teapot or tooth-fairy agnostics.
It's completely compatible with the God of the physicists.
When atheists like Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein use the word "God," they use it of course as a metaphorical shorthand for that deep, mysterious part of physics which we don't yet understand.
"Non-theist" will do for all that, yet unlike "atheist," it doesn't have the same phobic, hysterical responses.
But I think, actually, the alternative is to grasp the nettle of the word "atheism" itself, precisely because it is a taboo word, carrying frissons of hysterical phobia.
Critical mass may be harder to achieve with the word "atheist" than with the word "non-theist," or some other non-confrontational word.
But if we did achieve it with that dread word "atheist" itself, the political impact would be even greater.
Now, I said that if I were religious, I'd be very afraid of evolution -- I'd go further: I would fear science in general, if properly understood.
And this is because the scientific worldview is so much more exciting, more poetic, more filled with sheer wonder than anything in the poverty-stricken arsenals of the religious imagination.
As Carl Sagan, another recently dead hero, put it, "How is it that hardly any major religion has looked at science and concluded, 'This is better than we thought!
The universe is much bigger than our prophet said, grander, more subtle, more elegant'?
Instead they say, 'No, no, no!
My god is a little god, and I want him to stay that way.' A religion, old or new, that stressed the magnificence of the universe as revealed by modern science, might be able to draw forth reserves of reverence and awe hardly tapped by the conventional faiths."
Now, this is an elite audience, and I would therefore expect about 10 percent of you to be religious.
Many of you probably subscribe to our polite cultural belief that we should respect religion.
But I also suspect that a fair number of those secretly despise religion as much as I do.
If you're one of them, and of course many of you may not be, but if you are one of them, I'm asking you to stop being polite, come out, and say so. And if you happen to be rich, give some thought to ways in which you might make a difference.
The religious lobby in this country is massively financed by foundations -- to say nothing of all the tax benefits -- by foundations, such as the Templeton Foundation and the Discovery Institute.
We need an anti-Templeton to step forward.
If my books sold as well as Stephen Hawking's books, instead of only as well as Richard Dawkins' books, I'd do it myself.
People are always going on about, "How did September the 11th change you?"
Well, here's how it changed me.
Let's all stop being so damned respectful.
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âOh, even though you came back after a long absence you want to go out?! I put so much effort into it and yetââ
âMy bad, leave it here Iâll eat it tomorrow morning.â
I left the mansion while hearing Melissaâs scolding in the background.
I put on my mask on the way to the hideout as to not attract any attention.
I passed Doji outside the mansion and he said âI delivered her properlyâ in a low voice.
But honestly, I thought that Elsa might not be in the hideout.
Aah, though this is the first time seeing her after that time.
But if one thinks calmly about it wouldnât be weird for that to happen.
She didnât sign a contract with me so Elsa is a free person and able to go where ever she wants.
Generally being a mistress isnât normal.
Thatâs why I decided to be neither disappointed nor angry even if Elsa isnât there.
That would be too excessively miserable as a man.
If thatâs really the case I want to be capable to get through it with a laugh.
Thatâs what the popular villain Carlo would do, right?
As I thought about such things I reached the hideout with a fast beating heart.
I thought about knocking the door first but itâs my own house and if no one is in there that wouldnât be too cool so I opened the entrance with one of the spare keys the old landlady gave me.
Gacha
When I opened the doorâ Elsa was standing there.
She waited for me and didnât run away.
I was deeply moved and approached her to hug her.
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âKyaaaaaaaaa!â
âWhat, what happened?!â
As Elsa screamed Crescent moon jumped out from the back of the room.
Why are you here?
âA, a strange looking person suddenly came in here!â
Elsa quickly hid behind Crescent Moon.
Ah, I forgot I was wearing a mask.
âYou, a strange person you say, but isnât that Akatsuki?! Didnât you say you were Akatsukiâs mistress?â
âEh?â
Elsa became speechless as she heard Crescent Moonâs words.
This girl, maybe......Thatâs natural, huh?
âNo, Iâm sorry for surprising you, itâs me.â
I took off the mask.
âCarlo-samaâ
Elsa suddenly wore a joyful expression.
Iâm relieved, it seems like she is happy to see me.
âWhatâs the meaning of this, Mister Akatsuki? Explain it to me properlyâ
I heard Crescent Moon speaking in a harsh tone.
I mean, why are you even here?
I decided to first sit down in the living room and drink some tea.
Yeah, the tea Elsa made isnât bad at all.
Though Iâd prefer it if it was a little more black.
âI came over because I thought I might be able to meet Mister Akatsuki because I didnât see your face around that much recently and then when I came over I found this girl hereâ
Crescent Moon started to speak with me.
Without a doubt the eyes behind her mask were cold.
âSo, when I asked her who she was she answered with âIâm Akatsuki-samaâs mistressâ.â
Mmm, you should fix that habit of telling every person you are someoneâs mistress immediately.
That will give us a bad image.
âBecause Iâm really Carlo-samaâs......I mean Akatsuki-samaâs mistress. Hey, itâs like this, right, Carlo-sama?â
Ehm, she mixes up Carlo and Akatsuki a lot.
Well, though I think thatâs unavoidable.
âElsa, call me âAkatsukiâ from now onâ
âAh, Iâm sorry, ehm......Akatsuki-samaâ
So, shall I tell everything to Crescent Moon?
âWhat Elsa said was the truth. This girl is supposed to stay here from now on.â
âHeeh, âthis girlâ, huh? Just when one thinks he just had his debut as an adventurer and borrowed this place heâs already surrounded by mistresses as one would expect of âAkatsuki-samaâ.â
Why is she so angry?
âDidnât you say something like âIâm no good with womenâ? Is that so? So it was like that.â
âItâs not like that but various things happened. Well, letâs get along.â
Why is my heart beating like this?
I just share a work-relationship with Crescent Moon while sometimes looking at her mountains, right?
By the amount of money she cheated out of me it should my privilege to take a look.
Besides, Iâve only kissed Elsa so far.
So her being angry while Iâm completely innocent is unreasonable.
âApart from that, do you have any business with me, Crescent Moon?â
âHmpf, oh well, fine. Yes, thatâs right, I came over to invite you to go together exploring a labyrinth for a while because the guild asked me to do it.â
Was I able to safely change the subject?
Getting angry for some incomprehensible reason is one of the reasonâs I donât like women.
âLabyrinth exploration, that soundâs interestingâ
âDoesnât it? Even though I came all the way just to invite you......â
âThen, letâs go to the guild at once. Crescent Moon, Iâm sorry but could you please go ahead? Iâll be coming soon as well.â
I was somehow able to send Crescent Moon away and it was just the two of us left.
âYou arrived safely.â
âCarl......Akatsuki-sama, can I really live in such a nice house?â
âYeah. You may freely use it. Iâll also usually wear this maskâ
I got the mask from the other room and put it on.
âWell, itâs a bit scary. But I think it suits you well.â
âIs that so? Youâll probably get lonely because I canât come here that often so I donât mind if you go outside.â
I took out three gold coins and put them in front of Elsa.
âYou should be able to live with this for the time being. Of course, you are allowed to send it to your grandparents if something remains. Tell me if itâs not enough, okay?â
âWell, this is more than enough. Thank you very much. This not being enough is outrageous.â
âBut I might ask you to go shopping for me, anyway, just tell me.â
Then I stood up and got close to Elsa.
âI thought that Elsa might have already left this place.â
âWhy? I did properly promise you this.â
âNo, itâs just that we only met once. Thank you very much.â
âI should be the one to thank you. Thank you for treating me this well.â
âI heard it a lot already but is it really okay?â
At my question, Elsa looked down bashfully and answered me in a low voice.
â......Of course. Because, ehm, you were totally cool and it was love at first sight. And I also gave you my first kiss.â
I couldnât stand it anymore and hugged Elsa.
I forgot to remove the mask......Like this, Iâm not able to kiss her.
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Bacchus-san was apologizing that even though he is an SS-ranker, he was unable to prevent the thunderbird attack. Karua-chan was apologizing for assuming that I was angry even though she had been saved twice. And the Knight Commander was apologizing for both being unable to prevent the thunderbird attack and thinking I was angry.
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Moreover, the King told me to stay in the medical room, even though I was completely fine because of drinking a great potion.
In addition, I handed over a Great Potion for Olgo-san and The Hand-san, Olgo-san meekly accepted the potion, but The Hand-san would not take it.
Is it because it is so expensive? In that case I will give a demonstration in front of everyoneâs eyes.
As I suspected, Ruin-san and company hadnât heard about how fast I could make a Great Potion and they were astonished. The King and Minster-san asked if I would work in the castle every day.
I did not want to do that, so I declined. Instead, I made a promise to deliver Great Potions the next time I came to play.
I can make Great Potions from one medicinal herb, it might be needless help, but I made a Master Potion and hand it over.
Now, Great Potions take less than a minute to make by hand. Moreover, when I use my machine and tools it only takes a few seconds.
In that case a Master Potion is better. It can be done in one minute with the machine, consider it a service.
I need to make a bow for Gilmars-san, have a business talk with Grape-san, and talk to several tile print company reporters for their weekly issue.
I am surprisingly busy.
In the evening, The Hand-san and Bacchus-san left.
The Hand-san has someone waiting for him, and Bacchus-san needs to do his guarding job.
Bacchus-san said to the King that he didnât need a commission. It seems as though he felt like he failed.
Eventually Bacchus-san gave up and received a reward. The King can be surprisingly pushy.
The King said that he would give The Hand-san a reward. He said it was a reward for helping protect his relatives, and proceeded to quite aggressively push it to be received.
As a result, it seems that I and The Hand-san will be commended in public later.
Iâll stand out again. It is all good, it doesnât bother me.
The two have left but I canât leave.
The King told me to stay here for a day to make sure everything is alright. It was hard to refuse.
Given all that, I have decided to play together with Karua-chan in the medical room.
She was quite excited when she saw Othello and Jenga for the first time...
I told Karua-chan that I was in the process of commercializing these with the Medial Merchant Group, and she said, ãYour almost the same age as me, but it is amazing how Alim-chan is already doing business. How admirable.ã
I was allowed to eat dinner and take a bath in a very large bathing tub.
But, it makes sense that Karua-chan would follow me into the bath, but Lilo-san and Myuri-san are here as well for some reason.
Lilo-sanâs chest was quiet impressive... I wonder if I will grow to that grand of a scale.
As for Myuri-san... it wasnât like she had nothing, but there really wasnât much?
I donât feel any concern entering the bath together with three girls, though I was a man... no, no recently it feels like I am starting to forget.
...well, I guess thatâs ok? It seems like I have even started to refer to myself as a female in my mind.
At first, I was supposed to sleep in the bed in the medical office, but Karua-chan argued that I should sleep together in her bed, and the King was unable to go against her.
The King said she was being selfish, but he looked delighted. Apparently, this was the first time she asked for something selfishly.
Iâm honestly nervous. But, when I see Karua-chanâs delighted face I am unable to refuse, even though I didnât plan to refuse in the first place.
As expected of a princessâs room, Karua-chanâs room was quite spacious.
The bed was extravagant. Four people could sleep on it at a time.
I and Karua-chan went to sleep while chatting together on the bed... Have a good night... | {
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The sun, the wind, the sea. As long as this vast land didnât disappear, they would fill the atmosphere. They were always close to people.
The inhabitants of Denan Village never forgot their gratitude to the spirits and gods. For this reason, Sheila and the other villagers could use the spirit arts.
Although, unlike the spirits, the gods existed on a far higher plane.
But their vitality certainly lived on in their daily lives.
They were watching over all living things with compassion. Thatâs right. Surely, even at this very moment.
In the royal capital, there was Felix. Lulu and Richard were also there. Were Hyderion and Toldrid able to evacuate safely? Sheila wondered what Axe and Seiryuu were doing.
Cody and Zechs must still be with the Patrol Corps. She could see them with Isaac and Zola evacuating the people living in the castle. Sheila could also imagine the well-being of Abby, Melvis, and the others involved in the disappearance case.
The faces of the people in the pharmacy also came to mind. Amy, Thomas, Norman, and cheeky little Roy.
.... There were many things Sheila wanted to protect in the royal capital, which was about to be invaded at any moment.
If she could convey this lament to the gods. If she could beg for help.
Sheila knew then what she had to do.
The ancient language was, to be precise, an ancient divine language. It was believed to be the language used by the gods.
She took a deep breath.
.... O gods who have blessed the earth
Just one sentence sent a needle-like pain to pierce her throat. Her body became heavy.
âWhatâs wrong!?â
Clauschezade rushed over to Sheila, who suddenly fell to her knees.
She could feel his presence beside her, holding her shoulders and supporting her. However, Sheila couldnât move due to the pain that felt like her body was being torn to shreds.
âWere you injured somewhere, Sheila?! Donât tell me youâve been poisoned by a demon!?â
It was painful. Sweat suddenly trickled down her face.
It felt like her whole body was pulsing and her throat felt hot. Was there such a reaction to relying on the gods?
Still, Sheila lifted the corners of her mouth.
Because the more she felt pain inside her body, that meant the more power was given to her.
âI can do it.â
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Clauschezade felt worried for Sheila as she leaned her weight on him.
Jornwerner and Leidyrune also raised their eyebrows quizzically.
He couldnât stop the delicate body that was staggering and trying to stand up. His arms shuddered at the warmth of her body as it left him.
Somewhere in his head, alarm bells went off. What the hell was she trying to do?
Standing up on shaky knees, Sheila gave off a dangerous, inviolable feeling.
The power radiated from her entire body. Her yellow-light eyes looked as if they were about to kill, yet there was also a clear serenity in them.
O Astartute, Goddess of Thunder, who dwells in the hundred thunderbolts that fly across the sky.
A dignified voice emanated from her small coral-colored lips.
The place was instantly dominated by the intense and clear air. Perhaps she was about to embrace something extraordinary.
Prayer is the power of mankind, the very essence of mankind. Please give it to me. Give me the courage to face any adversity. Give me a heart that will never be distorted.
Sheila fluently spoke the ancient divine language.
He could only watch her figure in amazement.
A long time ago, when he went to the Faril Divine Kingdom, he had seen priests and shrine maidens enlisted in the church.
He was overwhelmed by their upright appearance, but they made an impression on him because of the way they felt so out of this world.
It was as if they were there only to communicate with the gods.
The Sheila of today was exactly like that.
Sacred and selfless. A vessel of God.
Once again, please grant me this prayer. O Astartute, Goddess of Fear and Reverence. Give me the strength to overcome all things, hope in despair, and
The long chanting.... No, the prayer ended with a blessing to Astartute, Goddess of Thunder.
Then, a miracle occurred.
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Sheila was praying with all her heart.
Words spilled out naturally. It was as if someone other than herself was controlling her body.
The more she prayed, the more her mind sharpened. The form of her wish became clearer.
She looked up at the sky as if begging.
The indigo sky was sinking into darkness. Above them all, the evening star was already shining. In contrast, the edge of the mountain seemed to be burning in the afterglow.
Each thought of beauty dissolved into the world. Everything became one.
The dragon was already passing overhead. But Sheila didnât doubt that a miracle would happen.
She finished her prayer and just stared up into the sky.
It was just then that a bolt of lightning tore through the sky.
A huge torrent of light engulfed the dragonâs massive body. And then, there was a roar.
It was the first time she had ever seen lightning on this scale. It was unbelievable that Sheila and the others who were nearby werenât harmed.
A tremendous amount of light, as if it had gone back to daytime, and thunder that shook the ground. Both her eyes and ears became useless for a while.
âââI-Is the dragon...?â
After a while, Sheila was finally able to open her eyes and looked up overhead. The dragon that had flaunted so much presence was gone.
She looked around at the ground. Something big seemed to have fallen, but the surroundings were full of demon corpses and it was dark, so it was hard to tell.
After exchanging glances with Clauschezade and the others, Sheila started running.
As she approached, the full extent of the situation became clear.
Sheila, who was the first to arrive, stood speechless. Clauschezade and Leidyrune, who had caught up with her, were also stunned.
The dragon, over meters tall and gliding leisurely in the sky, had lost its original form. Perhaps because it had been scorched in an instant, not even the strange smell of burning flesh could be detected.
A power that was impossible to replicate by the spirit arts, much less magic. ââIt was truly the power of God.
âThatâs some appalling power...â
Looking down at the huge, charred body, Jornwerner muttered with vacant eyes.
Unable to bear the heavy atmosphere, Sheila had no choice but to defend herself pitifully.
âNo. Itâs because I thought that it would destroy the country, just like the dragons in the picture books. Heroes and holy swords donât appear conveniently around here, so I thought I had to do something about it....â
When Sheila confessed tearfully, all three men simultaneously held their heads.
But the expressions on each of their faces were different.
Clauschezade looked as if he had eaten something bitter, and Leidyrune looked like he was just barely holding back his anger.
Jornwernerâs wry smile had lifted her spirits somewhat, but she was reluctant to be saved by him.
At this point, not a single one of them questioned what Sheila had done.
Was it that they had a vague guess from the fact that she was chanting the ancient language, or did they simply not want to know the truth?
Leidyrune let out a big sigh.
âThere are no fire-breathing dragon offsprings like in the storybooks, and there is no record of a country being destroyed by a single dragon in the first place. That stuff is fiction, of course.â
âHuh, is that so?â
Sheilaâs cheeks twitched as she was corrected for her misunderstanding.
âAh.... Um, what should we call this power? Is it holy art because it borrows the power of the gods?â
âThatâs probably the most irrelevant issue right now.â
She tried to change the subject, but this time Clauschezade opened his mouth.
Sheila felt embarrassed by his curt reply. He didnât have to strongly oppose the actions of his cute student.
âIf I donât talk about something else, Iâm afraid Iâll get scolded.â
âFace it, you got what you deserved.â
âUgh....â
Jornwerner laughed at Sheila who was starting to get depressed.
And without hesitation, he pointed out the problem that everyone wanted to turn a blind eye to.
âThe problem for now is how to explain this situation to the country.â
â....â
Immediately, everyone shut their mouths and looked down at the difficult problem at hand.
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ã¯įļãããŽã§ããã | While being shaken by our carriage, we continue our journey towards Raum. On our way, we didnât really have to worry about any raids... more than that... uugh...
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ãAre you okay, Nicole-sama!? ã
Finia couldnât hide her surprise after I became sick for the second time today. The journey itself was fine, but my physical condition was not. Knowing I would end up like this, Maria made sure to have me carry potions that would help relieve the motion sickness.
But even with that, it didnât really help much due to my frail constitution. Seriously itâs not really working.
On the other hand, my best friend Michelle-chan couldnât even hold her laughter while looking at my condition.
However, stopping the carriage in order to mend my physical condition would only end up delaying our journey.
Right now Finia was letting me rest on her lap and took out a potpourri from her pocket to relieve me of my dizziness.
The carriage we were using didnât come with passenger seats but something much closer to a covered cart that could only stop wind and rain.
Although the ride we have is not the best, there are also advantages to it like being able to stretch out like this.
Placing my head on Finiaâs lap, a refreshing scent was brought to my nose from the potpourri that she had taken out.
The potpourri was scented with mint and a mix of lavender, thatâs why it was giving off a refreshing scent.
That refreshing scent was healing my dizziness and made me feel relaxed.
ãKukuku, right now Nicole-sama you are acting like a spoiled kittenã
ãUn, Nicole-chan turned into a catã
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Michelle and Finia were teasing me at my current condition, and Michelleâs mom couldnât help but smile at them.
Though I am like this, I am still the daughter of heroes and is considered to be a respectable noble.
Although her mom knows that, Maria wouldnât really mind if they were only a little disrespectful, still, the thought of angering Maria is really scary.
She will also be helping us by supporting our daily life at the academy, but they still have no idea what they should do.
ãUuugh, it finally subsided a bit. This has really reflected how weak my body really is...ã
I also feel kind of weird being more feminine than usual, but I have now gotten used to calling myself with a more feminine tone.
In this carriage headed towards Raum, several other merchants have joined us.
Some of them are to return to Raum after trading with the village.
There are currently three escorts and some people carrying huge amounts of money.
They are kind of a little tense due to the presence of a person that should not be in this carriage.
ãThatâs right, big brother Adventurer, can I ask you something?ã
ãNicole-sama...... that is......ã
They are also in charge of escorting us.
Thereâs no need for them to listen to a childâs request, but they can at least relax for a bit.
Keeping their eyes on the surroundings all the time would wear them out more than necessary.
After all, I have also experienced being an adventurer.
ãItâs fine you know, there are no monsters in the surroundings at the momentã
ãEh, how do you know about that? ã
ãI can somehow tellã
This is one of my skills, being able to sense the presence of life. Since this skill doesnât require physical ability. I was able to raise it almost to the same level as I had before.
And right now, there are no strange presences or enemies within my range of preception.
If they want to keep this up, they will need to stop the carriage to take frequent breaks.
Though everyone should stay on alert, it is not good to remain tense all the time. Staying in this condition for too long, they would only end up exhausting themselves, which would make them lose focus and end up making a mistake.
ãIs that......is that really true?ã
ãWell there are no enemies within my detection range......ã
Hearing that, one of the adventurers tried asking Finia, but received a similar answer.
Well, we donât really have to rush our trip.
ãYou know? I also have a good pair of earsã
ãIs that so, fine thenââwhat is it that you want to know?ã
And with this, the adventurers told us stories about their adventures. It was something that a normal villager wouldnât know of. Everyone was listening intently to their stories, other than me that is.
From my point of view, after hearing about their adventures, I couldnât help but think about how sloppy and careless they are as adventurers. Still, it is interesting enough as a form of entertainment on this long journey.
It is better than accumulating fatigue and staying silent throughout the journey.
ãThen suddenly a troll jumps out of a shadeââã
ãWhaa!?ã
ãBut it wasnât really a troll that came out right?ã
A troll is a huge monster about meters in height. From what they were talking about before, they said that they were inside a cavern with a ceiling of about meters in height.
ãUgh......Tha, That is......ã
ãGeez, Iâll continue the story...... it was goblins that came out from that placeã
The three adventurers were two men and one woman. The female adventurer contradicted the explanation of the man.
Well, I donât really know how the general public would receive their stories, but since Iâm also listening, Iâd like them to forgive me from retorting.
Despite being cramped in a small space like this, the other passengers were laughing out loud. Though everyone wasnât related, their bonds were becoming stronger.
From my past experiences, powerful experts tend to become a target of admiration without their notice.
While watching adventurers having fun with the passengers, the journey continued while gaining such fun memories. | {
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ããã¯č¸čēããã¨ã§ ããã¯ãã§ã | Al-Shabaab managed to recruit over two dozen young men in their late teens and early 20s with a heavy presence on social media platforms like Facebook.
With the Internet and other technologies, they've changed our everyday lives, but they've also changed recruitment, radicalization and the front lines of conflict today.
What about the links connecting Twitter, Google and protesters fighting for democracy?
These numbers represent Google's public DNS servers, effectively the only digital border crossing protesters had and could use to communicate with each other, to reach the outside world and to spread viral awareness of what was happening in their own country.
Today, conflict is essentially borderless.
If there are bounds to conflict today, they're bound by digital, not physical geography.
And under all this is a vacuum of power where non-state actors, individuals and private organizations have the advantage over slow, outdated military and intelligence agencies.
And this is because, in the digital age of conflict, there exists a feedback loop where new technologies, platforms like the ones I mentioned, and more disruptive ones, can be adapted, learned, and deployed by individuals and organizations faster than governments can react.
To understand the pace of our own government thinking on this, I like to turn to something aptly named the Worldwide Threat Assessment, where every year the Director of National Intelligence in the US looks at the global threat landscape, and he says, "These are the threats, these are the details, and this is how we rank them."
In 2007, there was absolutely no mention of cyber security.
It took until 2011, when it came at the end, where other things, like West African drug trafficking, took precedence.
In 2012, it crept up, still behind things like terrorism and proliferation.
In 2013, it became the top threat, in 2014 and for the foreseeable future.
What things like that show us on the part of governments to adapt and learn in digital conflict, where conflict can be immaterial, borderless, often wholly untraceable.
And conflict isn't just online to offline, as we see with terrorist radicalization, but it goes the other way as well.
We all know the horrible events that unfolded in Paris this year with the Charlie Hebdo terrorist attacks.
What an individual hacker or a small group of anonymous individuals did was enter those social media conversations that so many of us took part in.
#JeSuisCharlie.
On Facebook, on Twitter, on Google, all sorts of places where millions of people, myself included, were talking about the events and saw images like this, the emotional, poignant image of a baby with "Je suis Charlie" on its wrist.
And this turned into a weapon.
What the hackers did was weaponize this image, where unsuspecting victims, like all of us in those conversations, saw this image, downloaded it but it was embedded with malware.
And so when you downloaded this image, it hacked your system.
It took six days to deploy a global malware campaign.
The divide between physical and digital domains today ceases to exist, where we have offline attacks like those in Paris appropriated for online hacks.
And it goes the other way as well, with recruitment.
We see online radicalization of teens, who can then be deployed globally for offline terrorist attacks.
With all of this, we see that there's a new 21st century battle brewing, and governments don't necessarily take a part.
So in another case, Anonymous vs. Los Zetas.
In early September 2011 in Mexico, Los Zetas, one of the most powerful drug cartels, hung two bloggers with a sign that said, "This is what will happen to all Internet busybodies."
A week later, they beheaded a young girl.
They severed her head, put it on top of her computer with a similar note.
And taking the digital counteroffensive because governments couldn't even understand what was going on or act, Anonymous, a group we might not associate as the most positive force in the world, took action, not in cyber attacks, but threatening information to be free.
On social media, they said, "We will release information that ties prosecutors and governors to corrupt drug deals with the cartel."
And escalating that conflict, Los Zetas said, "We will kill 10 people for every bit of information you release."
And so it ended there because it would become too gruesome to continue.
But what was powerful about this not federal policia, not military, not politicians, could strike fear deep into the heart of one of the most powerful, violent organizations in the world.
And so we live in an era that lacks the clarity of the past in conflict, in who we're fighting, in the motivations behind attacks, in the tools and techniques used, and how quickly they evolve.
And the question still remains: what can individuals, organizations and governments do?
For answers to these questions, it starts with individuals, and I think peer-to-peer security is the answer.
Those people in relationships that bought over teens online, we can do that with peer-to-peer security.
Individuals have more power than ever before to affect national and international security.
And we can create those positive peer-to-peer relationships on and offline, we can support and educate the next generation of hackers, like myself, instead of saying, "You can either be a criminal or join the NSA."
That matters today.
And it's not just individuals -- it's organizations, corporations even.
They have an advantage to act across more borders, more effectively and more rapidly than governments can, and there's a set of real incentives there.
It's profitable and valuable to be seen as trustworthy in the digital age, and will only be more so in future generations to come.
But we still can't ignore government, because that's who we turn to for collective action But we see where that's gotten us so far, where there's an inability to adapt and learn in digital conflict, where at the highest levels of leadership, the Director of the CIA, Secretary of Defense, they say, "Cyber Pearl Harbor will happen." "Cyber 9/11 is imminent."
But this only makes us more fearful, not more secure.
By banning encryption in favor of mass surveillance and mass hacking, sure, GCHQ and the NSA can spy on you.
But that doesn't mean that they're the only ones that can.
Capabilities are cheap, even free.
Technical ability is rising around the world, and individuals and small groups have the advantage.
So today it might just be the NSA and GCHQ, but who's to say that the Chinese can't find that backdoor?
Or in another generation, some kid in his basement in Estonia?
And so I would say that it's not what governments can do, it's that they can't.
Governments today need to give up power and control in order to help make us more secure.
Giving up mass surveillance and hacking and instead fixing those backdoors means that, yeah, they can't spy on us, but neither can the Chinese or that hacker in Estonia a generation from now.
And government support for technologies like Tor and Bitcoin mean giving up control, but it means that developers, translators, anybody with an Internet connection, in countries like Cuba, Iran and China, can sell their skills, their products, in the global marketplace, but more importantly sell their ideas, show us what's happening in their own countries. And so it should be not fearful, it should be inspiring to the same governments that fought for civil rights, free speech and democracy
in the great wars of the last century, that today, for the first time in human history, we have a technical opportunity to make billions of people safer around the world that we've never had before in human history.
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This is a song that was recorded there.
This is not Talking Heads, in the picture anyway.
" by Talking Heads) So the nature of the room meant that words could be understood.
The lyrics of the songs could be pretty much understood.
The sound system was kind of decent.
And there wasn't a lot of reverberation in the room.
So the rhythms could be pretty intact too, pretty concise.
Other places around the country had similar rooms.
This is Tootsie's Orchid Lounge in Nashville.
The music was in some ways different, but in structure and form, very much the same.
The clientele behavior was very much the same too.
And so the bands at Tootsie's or at CBGB's had to play loud enough -- the volume had to be loud enough to overcome people falling down, shouting out and doing whatever else they were doing.
Since then, I've played other places that are much nicer.
I've played the Disney Hall here and Carnegie Hall and places like that.
And it's been very exciting.
But I also noticed that sometimes the music that I had written, or was writing at the time, didn't sound all that great in some of those halls.
We managed, but sometimes those halls didn't seem exactly suited to the music I was making or had made.
So I asked myself: Do I write stuff for specific rooms?
Do I have a place, a venue, in mind when I write?
Is that a kind of model for creativity?
Do we all make things with a venue, a context, in mind?
Okay, Africa.
Most of the popular music that we know now has a big part of its roots in West Africa.
And the music there, I would say, the instruments, the intricate rhythms, the way it's played, the setting, the context, it's all perfect. It all works perfect.
The music works perfectly in that setting.
There's no big room to create reverberation and confuse the rhythms.
The instruments are loud enough that they can be heard without amplification, etc., etc.
It's no accident.
It's perfect for that particular context.
And it would be a mess in a context like this. This is a gothic cathedral.
In a gothic cathedral, this kind of music is perfect.
It doesn't change key, the notes are long, there's almost no rhythm whatsoever, and the room flatters the music.
It actually improves it.
This is the room that Bach wrote some of his music for. This is the organ.
It's not as big as a gothic cathedral, so he can write things that are a little bit more intricate.
He can, very innovatively, actually change keys without risking huge dissonances.
This is a little bit later.
This is the kind of rooms that Mozart wrote in.
I think we're in like 1770, somewhere around there.
They're smaller, even less reverberant, so he can write really frilly music that's very intricate -- and it works.
It fits the room perfectly.
This is La Scala.
It's around the same time, I think it was built around 1776.
People in the audience in these opera houses, when they were built, they used to yell out to one another.
They used to eat, drink and yell out to people on the stage, just like they do at CBGB's and places like that.
If they liked an aria, they would holler and suggest that it be done again as an encore, not at the end of the show, but immediately.
And well, that was an opera experience.
This is the opera house that Wagner built for himself.
And the size of the room is not that big.
It's smaller than this.
But Wagner made an innovation.
He wanted a bigger band.
He wanted a little more bombast, so he increased the size of the orchestra pit so he could get more low-end instruments in there.
Okay.
This is Carnegie Hall.
Obviously, this kind of thing became popular.
The halls got bigger. Carnegie Hall's fair-sized.
It's larger than some of the other symphony halls.
And they're a lot more reverberant than La Scala.
Around the same, according to Alex Ross who writes for the New Yorker, that audiences had to be quiet -- no more eating, drinking and yelling at the stage, or gossiping with one another during the show.
They had to be very quiet.
So those two things combined meant that a different kind of music worked best in these kind of halls.
It meant that there could be extreme dynamics, which there weren't in some of these other kinds of music.
Quiet parts could be heard that would have been drowned out by all the gossiping and shouting.
But because of the reverberation in those rooms like Carnegie Hall, the music had to be maybe a little less rhythmic and a little more textural.
This is Mahler.
It looks like Bob Dylan, but it's Mahler.
That was Bob's last record, yeah.
Popular music, coming along at the same time.
This is a jazz band.
According to Scott Joplin, the bands were playing on riverboats and clubs.
Again, it's noisy. They're playing for dancers.
There's certain sections of the song -- the songs had different sections that the dancers really liked.
And they'd say, "Play that part again."
Well, there's only so many times you can play the same section of a song over and over again for the dancers.
So the bands started to improvise new melodies.
And a new form of music was born.
These are played mainly in small rooms.
People are dancing, shouting and drinking.
So the music has to be loud enough to be heard above that.
Same thing goes true for -- that's the beginning of the century -- for the whole of 20th-century popular music, whether it's rock or Latin music or whatever.
[Live music] doesn't really change that much.
It changes about a third of the way into the 20th century, when this became one of the primary venues for music.
And this was one way that the music got there.
Microphones enabled singers, in particular, and musicians and composers, to completely change the kind of music that they were writing.
So far, a lot of the stuff that was on the radio was live music, but singers, like Frank Sinatra, could use the mic and do things that they could never do without a microphone.
Other singers after him went even further.
This is Chet Baker.
And this kind of thing would have been impossible without a microphone.
It would have been impossible without recorded music as well.
And he's singing right into your ear.
He's whispering into your ears.
The effect is just electric.
It's like the guy is sitting next to you, whispering who knows what into your ear.
So at this point, music diverged.
There's live music, and there's recorded music.
And they no longer have to be exactly the same.
Now there's venues like this, a discotheque, and there's jukeboxes in bars, where you don't even need to have a band.
There doesn't need to be any live performing musicians whatsoever, and the sound systems are good.
specifically for discos and for those sound systems.
And, as with jazz, the dancers liked certain sections more than they did others.
So the early hip-hop guys would loop certain sections.
The MC would improvise lyrics in the same way that the jazz players would improvise melodies.
And another new form of music was born.
Live performance, when it was incredibly successful, ended up in what is probably, acoustically, the worst sounding venues on the planet: sports stadiums, basketball arenas and hockey arenas.
Musicians who ended up there did the best they could.
They wrote what is now called arena rock, which is medium-speed ballads.
They did the best they could given that this is what they're writing for.
The tempos are medium. It sounds big.
It's more a social situation than a musical situation.
And in some ways, the music that they're writing for this place works perfectly.
So there's more new venues.
One of the new ones is the automobile.
I grew up with a radio in a car.
But now that's evolved into something else.
The car is a whole venue.
The music that, I would say, is written for automobile sound systems works perfectly on it.
It might not be what you want to listen to at home, but it works great in the car -- has a huge frequency spectrum, you know, big bass and high-end and the voice kind of stuck in the middle.
Automobile music, you can share with your friends.
There's one other kind of new venue, the private MP3 player.
Presumably, this is just for Christian music.
And in some ways it's like Carnegie Hall, or when the audience had to hush up, because you can now hear every single detail.
In other ways, it's more like the West African music because if the music in an MP3 player gets too quiet, you turn it up, and the next minute, your ears are blasted out by a louder passage.
So that doesn't really work.
I think pop music, mainly, to some extent, is written for these kind of players, for this kind of personal experience where you can hear extreme detail, but the dynamic doesn't change that much.
So I asked myself: Okay, is this a model for creation, this adaptation that we do?
And does it happen anywhere else?
Well, according to David Attenborough and some other people, birds do it too -- that the birds in the canopy, where the foliage is dense, their calls tend to be high-pitched, short and repetitive.
And the birds on the floor tend to have lower pitched calls, so that they don't get distorted when they bounce off the forest floor.
And birds like this Savannah sparrow, they tend to have a buzzing type call.
And it turns out that a sound like this is the most energy efficient and practical way to transmit their call across the fields and savannahs.
Other birds, like this tanager, have adapted within the same species.
The tananger on the East Coast of the United States, where the forests are a little denser, has one kind of call, and the tananger on the other side, on the west has a different kind of call.
So birds do it too.
And I thought: Well, if this is a model for creation, if we make music, primarily the form at least, to fit these contexts, and if we make art to fit gallery walls or museum walls, and if we write software to fit existing operating systems, is that how it works?
Yeah. I think it's evolutionary.
It's adaptive.
But the pleasure and the passion and the joy is still there.
This is a reverse view of things from the kind of traditional Romantic view.
The Romantic view is that first comes the passion and then the outpouring of emotion, and then somehow it gets shaped into something.
And I'm saying, well, the passion's still there, but the vessel that it's going to be injected into and poured into, that is instinctively and intuitively created first.
We already know where that passion is going.
But this conflict of views is kind of interesting.
The writer, Thomas Frank, says that this might be a kind of explanation why some voters vote against their best interests, that voters, like a lot of us, assume, that if they hear something that sounds like it's sincere, that it's coming from the gut, that it's passionate, that it's more authentic.
And they'll vote for that.
So that, if somebody can fake sincerity, if they can fake passion, they stand a better chance of being selected in that way, which seems a little dangerous.
I'm saying the two, the passion, the joy, are not mutually exclusive.
Maybe what the world needs now is for us to realize that we are like the birds.
We adapt.
We sing.
And like the birds, the joy is still there, even though we have changed what we do to fit the context.
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At present, the four of us, consisting of myself, Aria, Houki, and Chirito had reached the frontline base to combat the demons generated by X-Jâs Demon King, the âFrozen Silver Snow Sageâ situated in the north. After making use of the transportation line, it has been a week since we walked there. It was a long journey.
Incidentally, it was said that the northern land was under complete control of the Snow Sage, and the front line was the tunnel that connected the northern land and this site. This tunnel cannot be destroyed for both parties due to the loss of control of the sea.
But even on the way here, we encountered and engaged in battles with demons that were not from the âWhite Mist and Black Swamp Forestâ from time to time, indicating that the defense was not completely established.
âSo, first of all, we have to meet the commanding officer of this place, the one called Otachi, right?â
âYes. That is what our master has informed us.â
Our master... huh? Aria is undoubtedly an outstanding force, but she is a pure demon after all, which means that she is not trustworthy in regards to defeating Kurokiri.
âThen letâs meet at the earliest opportunity. Chirito, Houki, if weâre lucky, weâll get to sleep in a bed today!â
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âI wonder if thereâs a warm bath in there?â
âThere must be! Come on, letâs go!â
Thus we proceeded to the base, which had been named the Northern Liberation Frontier Base.
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âIf you could, I would like you to leave now.â
âWhat! Why!â
When I had reached the base, what awaited me was an acerbic response.
There was no one in my immediate vicinity currently. When we showed up at the base and tried to meet Otachi, the three of them have been told to wait outside the building that was supposed to be the command post.
âIsnât that self-evident? The presence of untrained members of the general public would only serve to impede our coordination, and what do you expect us to do with food, heating, weapons, and other necessities of life to provide for you? On top of that, all of you are still children.â
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T-Thatâs too righteous of an argument. However, I canât pull out at this point!
âWe are!â âExcuse me for interrupting.â
Hey, Aria!? When did you move next to me! And please donât cover my mouth!
âIt seems youâre not even a kin.â
âYes. I am one of the demon Mystic created by the âKing of the Devouring Black Mistâ. My name is Aria Mystic.â
âWhat is your business?â
âYes. We have come here with the message that cooperation with your forces is not required, and that simply providing us with a battleground will suffice.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIt means precisely what it sounds like. Our aim is to accumulate experience, and the permission to participate in the battle was granted to us by the Mist King and the Prime Minister.â
â...â
Hmm. Otachi had become deafeningly silent. He seemed to be distressed over something.
âAh. I understand. In that case, head for the tunnel that leads to the other side. I will assign a guide to show you the way, and please train him while youâre at it.â
âThank you.â
âAt the very least, Iâll arrange for your sleeping accommodations so you may return when youâre exhausted.â
âT-thank you very much.â
After thanking Otachi, Aria and I left the building.
And just as we were going outside, Houki and Chirito approached us.
âLady Ryo, how was the reception?â
âAnd, would we be able to sleep in a bed tonight!â
âDonât worry. There is no problem either. Weâll have a guide... well, I suppose you could call him a guard, but he seems to be a soldier as well.â
At my words, Houki broke into a smile and Chirito exchanged a look of delight.
âThen, we should get going once we meet up with the guide!â
âUnderstood, Miss.â âI understand.â âEh.â
And with that, we joined up with a soldier by the name of Tachikabe Tsuyoshi, and headed for the tunnel.
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âNo, I donât think so. But why...?â
Right now, I have been summoned to Captain Otachiâs room. And the mission that has been allocated to me was...
âWhy am I babysitting a group of Kirijin from the capital?â
It was a babysitting assignment that I never dreamed of. I mean, I had witnessed various disturbing incidents involving the Kirijin, such as that mad scientist and the âPurge of the Mist,â so I would rather not have any further association with them.
âOf course, itâs because youâre the most appropriate person for the role, or rather, itâs impossible to find someone else to deal with the âKirijinâ. Everybody is terrified of the âKirijinâ following the âPurge of the Mistâ incident.
âI am in the same boat with those people though...â
At the very least, let me try to refute this.
âHowever, youâre in a lot better position. You do realize that, with the Hisano Ichiko event, even Kirijin possesses the same mindset as humans, right?â
âAh, I get it. Then I will accept this assignment.â
âVery well. While youâre at it, raise your level as high as you can.â
âYes!â
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ã§ããč¨ãŖãã | Apparently, the lesser vampires that attack the water dragon settlement always came from the same direction.
This was very important information.
âAnd which direction is that?â
The water dragon settlement was on the south side of the Mendilibar Kingdom.
If the vampire came from further south, that meant they were coming from the neighboring country. This would complicate things greatly.
Eric could not go out with his knights.
It would take a lot of prior negotiating in order to avoid it looking like an act of aggression.
âIt is from the west side of the settlement.â
âIn that case...it is most likely that the enemy base is within the kingdom.â
So there would be no problem attacking it.
Serulis was about to continue, but I stopped her.
âWait. We should call Eric, Goran and Dorgo as well.â
âTh-thatâs right!â
Serulis looked quite nervous.
She was going to talk about the results of their efforts in front of the king and the father she respected so much.
âWait just a moment.â
I said as I connected to the others through the communication bracelet.
âDo you have a minute?â
âYes. But, did something happen?â
Kathe and Dorgo were the first to respond.
Said Grand Chamberlain Morris.
âWhile I am busy...I can go depending on how urgent it is.â
âI as well.â
Goran and Eric said.
âSerulis, Shia, and Nia have returned. They were investigating to find out which direction the vampires were coming from.â
âThat is amazing!â
Kathe said excitedly.
I explained simply, and then Eric replied,
âYes, that is important information. We will need to talk about what to do next. In any case, I will head on over there. Should I go to the water dragon palace?â
And so it was decided that we would all gather together at the palace in one hour.
While Eric and Goran were busy, they were able to adjust their schedules.
âSerulis, Shia, Nia. Letâs go.â
âYes!â
And so we headed for the water dragon settlement.
As always, Leea greeted us there.
âMister Ruck! I havenât seen you since this morning.â
âHave you had your nap yet?â
âYes!â
Leea was also awakened whenever there was an attack.
But sleep was still important to her because of her age.
Grulf ran around us excitedly. He thought he was here to take a walk.
And so I had to stop him.
âGrulf. We didnât come here for that.â
âGrr?â
He stopped running and looked back at me with a puzzled expression.
His eyes were shining and his tail was wagging.
âAlright...â
And then I turned to Leea.
âSorry, but I have to take Grulf on a walk.â
âOkay! I will go too then!â
âMe too!â
Leea and Nia said they would come too.
The others would go on ahead to the palace.
This was so they could start explaining things to Dorgo and Eric if they arrived first.
I talked as I ran.
âGrulf. Weâll have to return before Eric and the others arrive.â
âGroof-groof.â
âSo we wonât be going very far.â
Grulf didnât seem to be listening, and he was already running far on ahead.
Leea ran after him and seemed to be having fun.
Her long tail was wagging.
On the other hand, Nia seemed to be struggling to keep up.
âNia. Donât push yourself too hard.â
âIâm fine!â
Grulf was young, but he was a spirit beast. That meant he was very fast.
As Nia was a beastkin wolf, she was faster than human children.
âGrulf. Go a little slower.â
âGroof!â
After running for a while, we returned to the mansion.
By then, there were about ten water dragons following us.
âAh, Mister Ruck! What is the matter?â
âHaa...ahh...ha...â
âNia, are you alright?â
âGroof?â
Grulf saw that Nia was out of breath and looked at her with worry.
âHere is some water.â
Leea said as she brought some.
âHaaa...haaa... Thank you.â
Then Nia and Grulf glugged it down happily.
âAnd for you too, Mister Ruck.â
âThank you.â
I also drank some water. The water from the water dragon settlement always tasted good.
âYou sure are fast, Leea.â
She said as her tail wagged up and down.
âHm? Do you play tag, Leea?â
âKathe, sorry for calling you so suddenly.â
âItâs fine. I didnât have anything to do.â
âI...see. Whereâs Dorgo?â
âDad will be here soon.â
âIn that case, we should wait inside the palace.â
We entered the palace drawing-room and Grand Chamberlain Morris brought out some tea and refreshments.
We accepted this thankfully and then Eric and Goran arrived.
Dorgo came immediately after.
âSorry for calling you like this.â
âNo, we want all the information we can get. So, letâs hear it then.â
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Since she first saw him in the Chiefâs mansion, Merc had had an uneasy feeling about him. That feeling was focused on Jonahimâs sword rather than him.
âJonahim. How did you obtain that sword?â
Merc looked Jonahim up and down with a harsh expression on her face the instant she noticed
That was because the sword had no business being here in the first place.
âWhat? Oh, this sword. Do you happen to know what this sword is?â
Jonahim asked, laying his palm on the swordâs handle with a careless smile, unaware of Mercâs stern look. The swordâs handle showed signs of wear, indicating that it had been handled extensively.
âThereâs no way an elf who is completely ignorant of the outside world would know. It isnât just her. Without seeing it, no one would imagine that this tattered scrap of metal is the Heroâs Sword.â
âThe Heroâs Sword?â
In response to Eleaâs breakout, Merc just tilted her head in bewilderment. That sword hadnât been named that during Mercâs time, according to what she recalled.
Although the man wielding it did have the right to declare himself a hero. And Merc had addressed him as âHeroâ as well. Thatâs how she used to address Foldia.
âThe Hero Foldia... He and his party overcame a major calamity years ago and emerged victorious. This is the sword he was wielding at the time. That is why it is known as the Heroâs Sword.â
â... Why do you have it?â
Jonahim revealed the origins of the sword, but that was not what Merc wanted to know.
She was taken aback to learn that Foldia had been acclaimed as a hero, but what piqued her attention even more was Jonahimâs possession of Foldiaâs sword. Merc was concerned that something had happened to Foldia in the previous years.
âWhy do I have this sword you ask? Thatâs simple. Foldia gave it to me.â
â... HUH? The hero gave it to you?â
The man who valued his sword and shield more than a lady or even food had handed his sword over to another.
It was the equivalent of a king giving up the crown to a peasant.
Did that bĖ˛aĖ˛sĖ˛tĖ˛aĖ˛rĖ˛dĖ˛ go crazy?
Merc was completely flabbergasted.
âIs it really that surprising? Foldia, you see, is my Master. As a reward for becoming his disciple, he handed me his sword.â
âThe Heroâs disciple... That guy became a master?â
â... That guy?â
âYou really are one lucky fellow Jonahim! With the Hero being your master and all!â
Elea said, butting into the conversation just as Jonahim had been intrigued by Mercâs oblique words.
Elea was undoubtedly jealous that they were enjoying a lovely conversation alone.
Merc, on the other hand, paid her no heed.
In other words, the Hero took on a disciple and congratulated him on his inauguration by handing over his sword to him... That hero did?
When Merc gave it some more thought, she concluded that Foldia, who had been much younger at the time, was probably in his thirties at this point. He was currently older than Estert had been at the time.
In contrast, Estert had become entirely accustomed to his life as a female elf during the past years. At the very least, that was one explanation for the current predicament.
âI understand your fascination with Jonahimâs sword, but whatâs the deal with that wooden stick? Are you really planning on using that?â
Merc, who had been buried in her thoughts, came to when Elea asked. Merc then quickly shifted her sight to Elea, then to the wooden stick slung around her waist.
âOh, this? Itâs simply for self-defense. Elves, you see, arenât allowed to carry weapons until theyâre adults.â
âHmph, is that so? Wait... youâre not an adult?â
âWhen elves become 16, they are considered adults.â
âWhat? Do you mean youâre not 16?â
âIâm 14. Although, from a humanâs perspective, Iâm already an adult.â
âF-Fourteen...â
When Elea learned Mercâs age, she took a timid step back.
Elea had yet to reveal her age, but Merc assumed it was between 17 and 18. Elea was the same height as Merc, who was abnormally tall for her age.
â14... So tall...â
Luka, who had been listening closely to the two of them, looked at Merc with a puzzled expression. Luka and Elea were probably about the same age, although Merc was clearly taller than Luka. That fact must have somewhat bothered Luka.
âWhoa. If youâre this tall when youâre just 14 then that means youâll probably grow some more. For a girl, youâre definitely going to grow rather tall.â
With his arms folded, Jonahim, who was much taller than Merc, commented. Because Merc had been a man in a past life, she would prefer to be tall rather than short if given the choice.
âStill, with only that stick, youâll be pretty unreliable. I guess itâs still better than having nothing, though... What types of Magic Beasts may be found on the mountain?â
âNot many Magic Beasts appear on this mountain. Even if something does appear, it will most likely be a Belbit.â
âHow did they end up here in the first place? Isnât the elf village surrounded by the Forest of Illusion? You shouldnât be permitted to enter unless youâre an elf or have been granted permission, right?â
Elea was absolutely correct. The spirits lived in the forest around the elf village, commonly known as the Forest of Illusion.
No one would be allowed to pass through unless they were an elf, the race cherished by the spirits, or had their consent. Even if they did enter, they would wander aimlessly around the forest until they returned to the beginning.
As a result, Mercâs mother stood guard at the barrier not to keep an eye out for invaders, but to grant access to anyone who had business with the elf village.
âCould this not apply to Magic Beasts?â
âYouâre right. After all, there are Belbits and stuff...â
âThis isnât correct. Any Magic Beast with malicious intentions will be barred from entering. That is why there arenât many Magic Beasts on the mountain.â
Despite the fact that Luka had stayed silent until now, she spoke up to explain things to Jonahim and Elea before Merc could.
âMalicious intentions? Donât all Magic Beasts have those?â Jonahim asked.
âI read it in a book once. There are two types of Magical Beasts: those that attack their own and those that donât. Thatâs why the Belbit was allowed to pass.â
âOh, I see. Velches attack humans on their own, but Belbits wonât attack until we agitate them first... So, how precisely did the Velches get in?â
âThey flew.â
â... What? OH!â
âTheyâre called Winged Wolves. They have wings. They flew over the forest.â
It sounded pretty convincing when thought about, but it wasnât something that sprang to mind quickly.
Three years ago, the elves, like the three of them, had racked their brains for a while until they found the solution.
And if they hadnât seen one of the Velche flying, they probably wouldnât have believed it was possible.
âI see. So you can fly over the Forest of Illusion. Thatâs good to know.â
âYouâre right. Itâs also worth noting that Velche can fly across large distances. Iâve only seen them do those half-aĖ˛sĖ˛sĖ˛eĖ˛dĖ˛ jumps of theirs when I hunt them.â
âThey only need to fly when escaping or fighting, after all.â
The three of them conversed, exchanging newly acquired knowledge and planning for the approaching fight. As Merc stood there watching them, she was reminded of her days as an adventurer, and she was a little envious of the three of them.
â... Sir and Mesdames. You may keep talking if you want, but weâre about to enter the mountain. Weâll never know when a Magic Beast may appear, so be on the lookout.â
Merc had been hesitant to provide counsel to the skilled adventurers, but she had done it in the end.
After all, this wasnât the same mountain Merc had visited countless times as a kid. It had transformed into a haven for powerful Magic Beasts. A genuine beast den. | {
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I had to stay in the library or else. If I went back to the dorms and tried writing this without references, Iâd never make it in time. But there was one problem. The library was only open for us until closing time, and it was closed for the night.
Alright. Itâs at times like this that you use personal connections. Itâs underhanded, but Iâll ask a librarian for a favor and secretly grab the key. A few of my acquaintances have done this before, and managed to pass their supplementary exams. Honestly, itâs breaking the rules, but I canât get out of this situation without making a few sacrifices.
The library was filled with students busying themselves with reports or exam preparations. I called out to my contact in the library clerks. The one in charge today was a girl in my class, so I was hoping our relationship from class is enough. With those faint hopes, I begged her to help me.
Sheâs been silent for the last few seconds...
So itâs no good after all...?
My shoulders dropped in disappointment.
But her expression seemed to say âWhat am I going to do with you?â and she secretly handed the key over. I did it. It was surprisingly easy! Only, she told me that she wanted me to treat her to tea at the Lindt Teahouse later. Well, I didnât think it would be free anyway. Iâm not so naive.
Later, when the school closed up, I used the key to sneak into the library.
Aahh, the guilt is hurting my heart. Iâm not cut-out for breaking the rules. But at this point, I donât have a choice. Yeah. I need to at least get this report done, now that the rules are already broken. Time for an all-nighter.
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A few hours had passed by while I was working away.
Looks like Iâll finish the reports faster than I expected. It really is much more efficient to do this while consulting references in the library.
After that, I continued for another few hours, before I started feeling a bit of exhaustion in my shoulders and hips.
I gave my shoulders a stretch.
Thanks to quietly concentrating, I managed to somehow finish my reports.
Haha, I did it. The night isnât even over yet.
Itâs already pitch-black outside. Although it isnât raining, black clouds have completely covered the moon.
Uuu, itâs going to be a little scary going back.
And the doors to the dorms are going to be shut tight by now. Guess I canât help it. I suppose Iâll spend the night here. At any rate, I had planned on an all-nighter to begin with. I should consider it lucky that I get to sleep at all.
Sitting down on my seat, I lay my upper body down on the table. Perhaps my mind was tired from the report, but even in this weird position, I immediately started to feel sleepy...
My eyes opened at the sudden sound. Although my eyes were still drooping drowsily, I stood up.
Who is it?
There shouldnât be any students left now in the middle of the night. Could it be Mr. Geil making his rounds?
After straining my ears, I heard the groan of some beast. A sound that was a bit like a growl, and a bit like a moan... and the sound was getting closer and closer.
And then, when my eyes happened to catch sight of the entrance, I found Mr. Geil standing there. Seeing him suddenly appear like that sent a chill down my spin.
âMr-... Geil...?â
âW-, Whatâs wrong, teacher?â
He wasnât normal. His eyes were bloodshot, and drool was running from his mouth.
Mr. Geilâs roar resounded through the room, before he suddenly charged at me.
I immediately tossed a nearby chair at him. Paying it no heed, he viciously sent it flying with one hand. When it hit the wall, it broke to pieces.
It was unbelievable. I just saw a human match a beast in strength, without even using reinforcement magic. This isnât normal. Whatâs going on with Mr. Geilâs body...?
Mr. Geil drew in while scattering desks and chairs.
I-, Iâm scared... I have to get away.
Grabbing my self-defense mace, I tried to run away, but Mr. Geil was in the way of the exit.
âS-, Sorry, teacher.â
As Mr. Geil charged at me, I swung the mace down on his head, as hard as I could. Numbness ran through my arms like an electric shock, and a hard and heavy impact was transmitted from my wrists to my shoulders.
My face drew into a grimace. My hands really did feel numb from the incredible impact. But Mr. Geil wasnât fazed.
Even though heâs bleeding from his head, he withstood that!?
No matter how weak I was, it was still a strike from a mace. The mace of a magician is made from a special alloy, and then magically enchanted. Itâs supposed to be pretty damaging but...
As I was thinking this, Mr. Geil was still spurting blood from his head. But despite that, he was walking towards me without a problem.
While I was shocked, Mr. Geil violently swung his arm towards me.
I immediately fell backwards onto my butt. I managed to escape by a hairâs breadth, but had that hit me, even my bones would have been crushed.
Hahh, hahh, hahh. I-, Iâm scared...
Why? Why do I have to go through something like this? Is it because I broke the rules?
God, youâre too cruel... Am I going to die here? No... NOOOO!
âW-, WHATâS WITH THISSSS!?â
Nothing made sense. In a panic, I began rapidly firing magical bullets. A number of them hit Mr. Geil dead-on, but it only burnt his clothes and did no damage. He glared my way with bloodshot eyes.
Because of the terror, I fired even more bullets. A few of them ended up hitting the metal fixtures on a high-up bookshelf, and the whole thing started to fall from above him. Just the books and bookshelf alone were pretty heavy, and the fragments of that shelf rained down on him, piercing him here and there, before the books buried him. Blood flooded out from everywhere he was stabbed. Normally it would be a heavy injury. It wouldnât be strange even if it was fatal.
âHiii! Iâm sorry!â
Although I was attacked, I still raised my hands towards a teacher I had respected for many years. I felt dizzy from the self-hatred.
W-, Why did the teacher turn into this?
Running over, I peered at his face.
And when I did, his eyes shot open, and he started to get up.
âHii! W-, Why?â
Even though he was buried under the books, he forcefully stood up. Because he was still stabbed with the shelf fragments, when he forced himself up he also ripped off his right arm, and almost all of his left. Even though just moving should have hurt, he once again came rushing at me. No matter how you looked at it, he wasnât human.
âM-, Monster!â
Hahh, hahh, hahh.
While avoiding the pursuing Mr. Geil, I left the library and ran into the second floor hallway. Because one of his legs was damaged, I easily managed to lose him.
I-, I have to hurry up and let somebody know!
I sprinted full speed towards the main gate.
I could see a silhouette in the hallway. Slowing down, I strained my eyes to see who it was.
âMr. Alcyune?â
âOh? Why if it isnât Nichol. Why are you so panicked?â
âMr. Alcyune, the truth is Mr. Geilââ
W-, Wait. Why is he here at this time of night? I never heard anything about him being on duty. And that slight smile on his face is eerie.
The cincher for me was his eyes. They felt the same as usual. It was clear to me that his eyes hid a viciousness. That look on his face made me tremble. I immediately went back the way I came.
âKu ku ku. Iâve always thought you were a sharp girl. I was right.â
Laughing loudly, his whole body transformed. His skin turned pale white, his fangs started to protrude, and the white disappeared from his eyes.
âH-, Hii... Youâre not human?â
âFull points, Nichol. I am a member of the demon race. A member descended from a lineage that dates back thousands of years. For all this time, I have abhorred the rule of this world by you wastrel humans, and have desired to destroy this nation, you see.â
Demon? I-, It canât be, right?
The demon race that was said to have been destroyed?
But his overpowering aura gave a sense of truth to what he said, and my body was telling me that he was the real thing.
I-, I have to run!
In a panic, I ran back the way I came. I could feel a vehement presence drawing in from behind.
âRun. Run. Ku ku, a girlâs face warped in terror and despair is truly a beautiful thing.â
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from my chest. But because of the terror closing in from behind me, my feet wouldnât stop.
Panting hard, I immediately sought refuge in a nearby classroom. While trying to calm my breathing, I looked around when...
Somebodyâs here!? A girl with brown hair stood in the classroom.
A-, A demon?
I was about to leave the classroom in a fluster when,
âJessica.â
Because I was so panicked, for a moment I wasnât sure. The person in the classroom was my best friend, Edim. She was in her uniform.
Didnât she go back to the dorm?
Whatâs she doing out here so late at night? All sorts of questions flew through my mind. But I canât dilly-dally here. A demon is coming to attack.
âEdim, thereâs no time to talk. Something dangerous is coming!â
âJessica, you know...â
âWeâll talk after. We have to hurry and run!â
It was right after I said that that I first noticed that she was acting strange. She was idly looking my way, but her eyes were unfocused, and her expression was vacant.
âRun? Why? Even though you can become something as wonderful as this!â
âEdim?â
âAhaha, why didnât I notice all this time? Jessica, youâve got a really cute face donât you. And pretty hair. And a sparkling white nape...â
Saying that, Edim brushed my hair up, and kissed the nape of my neck.
âI-, It canât be that the demons did something to you?â
âThatâs right. I became Alcyuneâs servant. Aahh, vampires are the best! Iâm glad I escaped from the foolish human race.â
âWhat are you saying, Edim! Come back to me!â
âHuhu, Iâll make you into one of us. Aahh, that cute face, that neck, your blood, I wanna drink it. Let me drink ittt!â
I screamed and flew out of the room. Alcyune was waiting outside. He was smirking like a cat looking at a mouse, and his expression was filled with sadism. He probably thinks of humans as playthings.
Edim wasnât acting normal. Just what did he do to her...?
â...What did you do to Edim?â
âKu ku. Now that you mention it, she was your friend, wasnât she.â
âThatâs right. Sheâs my precious friend, and Iâve known her forever. What on earth did you...â
âI just sucked her blood. When we vampires suck blood, our prey become our servants.â
âN-, No way... Then the reason Mr. Geil lost his mind was-â
âYeah, I did it. If youâre a beautiful girl, Iâll let you live as my doll. But I have no need for men. So I destroyed his mind, and turned him into a beast.â
âKu ku, come to think of it, Edim was really worried about you, you know? She was worried that youâd get sick by staying up late all the time, so she went to talk to me about it.â
If youâre worried, then wait until Nichol finishes her work.
â...Because of what you said, Edim didnât go back to the dorm.â
âShe took me seriously, and stayed alone at school, you know? The perfect prey! KUHAHAHAHA!â
Using my mace, I promptly spread a magic circle. It was my strongest spell, Kilofire. Itâs my first time firing this at a person. Because of that, my hands were shaking.
Mmmn, thatâs not a person, itâs a demon. And whatâs more, a fiend that laid his hands on my precious friend!
The magic circle created a flame which hit him dead-on. His clothes started to burn.
I hit him! Did it work?
But my hopes came to nothing, and he walked towards me uncaringly. His expression was completely nonchalant. It looks like itâs impossible to do a thing with my level of firepower.
Ku-, if I canât do it with raw power, then Iâll beat him with numbers!
I let out a roar, and fired magical bullets, one after another. He didnât try and dodge, and all of them hit him, but not a single hair was damaged.
âKu ku ku. Youâre tickling me, here. Itâs all so ticklish! What pitiful beings, you humans are. Are you done?â
He was playing with me. He was mocking me because he could kill me at any time. Being this close to him caused me anxiety and terror. I was afraid, but I was also frustrated.
Hahh, hahh, what do I do?
Itâs impossible for me to beat Alcyune. I need to run outside somehow and call for help. I started running towards the outside. But perhaps because I used lots of magic without much sleep, I collapsed near the west exit on the first floor.
âWhatâs wrong? Is the game of tag over? Itâs about time to finish things up.â
Alcyune reached his hand towards me.
Iâm scared. My legs were trembling, and I could hear my teeth chatter.
âRelax. I let beautiful girls live as dolls. You should consider it an honor. The age of the demons is about to begin. Even if as a doll, youâll get to join as our lowest member.â
âJ-, Just who would obey you demons! If I have to become your servant, then Iâd rather die!â
Trying my best to suppress my terror, I spat insults at Alcyune.
âHmph. Humans truly are foolish beings. Iâve given you the options. Become a toadying doll, or be ripped limb from limb and die. Choose one of the two.â
Alcyune pressed me for an answer with calm words. He hurt my best friend. I donât want to become his doll no matter what. But if I refuse Iâll hurt his pride as a demon and might meet a fate worse than death.
I-, Iâm scared. Itâs horrible. S-, Somebody save me...
I hit my limit, and tears started running from my eyes.
With my body this exhausted, and with the absolute difference in power, I canât fight or run. Uuu, itâs the end.
âHello~ Sorry for intruding late at night. There was a light on, so I thought somebody might be awake.â
Who is it? I heard a young womanâs voice.
âKu ku. I donât know who this is, but she sure is a foolish woman for coming here at such a time!â
âNo, you canât comââ
I tried to tell her to run, but Alcyune covered my mouth, and started to squeeze my neck.
âShhhh. Killing you right now is nothing to me!â
âNn, uu-, mmhgâ
âBehave!â
He tossed me, sending me flying into a wall, before collapsing to the ground.
âKefu-, kohu-, kahah-!â
After he threw me, Alcyune transformed back into his human form, and walked towards the west exit.
âAnd whoever might you be?â
âAh, Iâm nobody suspicious. My name is Tilea. Timu, who will be enrolling here this week, is my younger sister.â
H-, How unlucky! Of all days, Timuâs sister chose today to visit!?
âAah, Ms. Tilea is it. Weâve met before, havenât we? Iâm Alcyune, a teacher at this school.â
âAnd so, what brings you here this late at night?â
âIt embarrasses me to say, but the truth is I became a little lost...â
âThat must have been quite troubling. Please, come inside.â
Alcyune smiled, and opened the door for her.
I-, Itâs no good. Because of the impact against the wall, I canât breathe, and my voice wonât come out.
âPlease excuse me.â
âYes. A Perâ I mean, an employee of mine made a mistake, you see. It seems that he failed to get in touch with our acquaintance in the Capital.â
âHis name is Ortissio. Would you happen to know him?â
âNo, unfortunately I canât help you there. The Capital really is quite a large place after all.â
âThat is true. Well, my employee has been looking for him, but hasnât made any progress at all. Hm~mm, whatever should I do from now on?â
âSpeaking of which, I donât see Timu.â
âMy sister is waiting by the front gate. Sheâs a chuuâ I mean, her tongue is a tad harsh, and so I wanted to speak first.â
âKu ku. So your sister is here too. How convenient.â
âHm? Aah, quite right. My sister hasnât greeted everybody yet, has she.â
âNo, I met with you earlier, but Iâve never had the pleasure of meeting Timu. Iâm truly looking forward to it.â
âMy sister would be very happy to hear that. But still, this school really deserves its reputation. I never would have thought that you would have classes even in the middle of the night. Yep yep. As expected of this place.â
Ms. Tilea seemed to really be in admiration. From what Iâve heard, it looks like Timu has come to the Capital as well. I have to hurry and warn them of the danger.
I forced my body up.
âHUH!? There was a student here too?â
âThatâs right. Ku ku. Your sisterâs future classmate, Nichol Jessica.â
âOhh, I see! Jessica, please take care of Timu for me.â
Ms. Tilea smiled as she spoke to me.
D-, Donât... c-, come. I tried to implore her with my tear-filled eyes.
âHm? Youâre crying? Could it be...â
Did I manage to warn her? Then you have to hurry up and run!
âYou were in the middle of scolding a student? Iâm truly sorry for intruding at such a time.â
âHuhuhu, quite right. Ku ku ku, I was truly in the middle of punishing her.â
âJessica, you canât hold a grudge, okay? The teacher is scolding you because he cares.â
W-, What a crazy misunderstanding...
Even though I had thought that she was a dreamy, blonde-haired blue-eyed big sister...
She turned out to be kind of a disappointing person.
More importantly, I have to quickly warn her. My breathing was a lot better now.
âHahh, hahh, hahh... -un...â
âHeh?â
âAhaha, what a foolish woman!â
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: ããããã§ã ã¯ãĒãš ãããã¨ã | Now, I think you'd have a hard time finding many people who disagree with this idea.
Over one billion people use birth control without any hesitation at all.
They want the power to plan their own lives and to raise healthier, better educated and more prosperous families.
But, for an idea that is so broadly accepted in private, birth control certainly generates a lot of opposition in public.
Some people think when we talk about contraception that it's code for abortion, which it's not.
Some people -- let's be honest -- they're uncomfortable with the topic because it's about sex. Some people worry that the real goal of family planning is to control populations.
These are all side issues that have attached themselves to this core idea that men and women should be able to decide when they want to have a child.
And as a result, birth control has almost completely and totally disappeared from the global health agenda.
The victims of this paralysis are the people of sub-Saharan Africa and South Asia.
Here in Germany, the proportion of people that use contraception is about 66 percent.
That's about what you'd expect.
In El Salvador, very similar, 66 percent.
Thailand, 64 percent.
But let's compare that to other places, like Uttar Pradesh, one of the largest states in India.
In fact, if Uttar Pradesh was its own country, it would be the fifth largest country in the world.
Their contraception rate -- 29 percent.
Nigeria, the most populous country in Africa, 10 percent.
Chad, 2 percent.
Let's just take one country in Africa, Senegal.
Their rate is about 12 percent.
But why is it so low?
One reason is that the most popular contraceptives are rarely available.
Women in Africa will tell you over and over again that what they prefer today is an injectable.
They get it in their arm -- and they go about four times a year, they have to get it every three months -- to get their injection.
The reason women like it so much in Africa is they can hide it from their husbands, who sometimes want a lot of children.
The problem is every other time a woman goes into a clinic in Senegal, that injection is stocked out.
It's stocked out 150 days out of the year.
So can you imagine the situation -- she walks all this way to go get her injection.
She leaves her field, sometimes leaves her children, and it's not there.
And she doesn't know when it's going to be available again.
This is the same story across the continent of Africa today.
And so what we've created as a world has become a life-and-death crisis.
There are 100,000 women [per year] who say they don't want to be pregnant and they die in childbirth -- 100,000 women a year.
There are another 600,000 women [per year] who say they didn't want to be pregnant in the first place, and her baby dies in that first month of life.
I know everyone wants to save these mothers and these children.
But somewhere along the way, we got confused by our own conversation.
And we stopped trying to save these lives.
So if we're going to make progress on this issue, we have to be really clear about what our agenda is.
We're not talking about abortion.
We're not talking about population control.
What I'm talking about is giving women the power to save their lives, to save their children's lives and to give their families the best possible future.
Now, as a world, there are lots of things we have to do in the global health community if we want to make the world better in the future -- things like fight diseases.
So many children today die of diarrhea, as you heard earlier, and pneumonia.
They kill literally millions of children a year.
We also need to help small farmers -- farmers who plow small plots of land in Africa -- so that they can grow enough food to feed their children.
And we have to make sure that children are educated around the world.
But one of the simplest and most transformative things we can do is to give everybody access to birth control methods that almost all Germans have access to and all Americans, at some point, they use these tools during their life.
And I think as long as we're really clear about what our agenda is, there's a global movement waiting to happen and ready to get behind this totally uncontroversial idea.
When I grew up, I grew up in a Catholic home.
I still consider myself a practicing Catholic.
My mom's great-uncle was a Jesuit priest.
My great-aunt was a Dominican nun.
She was a schoolteacher and a principal her entire life.
In fact, she's the one who taught me as a young girl how to read.
I was very close to her.
And I went to Catholic schools for my entire childhood until I left home to go to university.
In my high school, Ursuline Academy, the nuns made service and social justice a high priority in the school.
Today, in the [Gates] Foundation's work, I believe I'm applying the lessons that I learned in high school.
So, in the tradition of Catholic scholars, the nuns also taught us to question received teachings.
And one of the teachings that we girls and my peers questioned was is birth control really a sin?
Because I think one of the reasons we have this huge discomfort talking about contraception is this lingering concern that if we separate sex from reproduction, we're going to promote promiscuity.
And I think that's a reasonable question to be asked about contraception -- what is its impact on sexual morality?
But, like most women, my decision about birth control had nothing to do with promiscuity.
I had a plan for my future. I wanted to go to college.
I studied really hard in college, and I was proud to be one of the very few female computer science graduates at my university.
I wanted to have a career, so I went on to business school and I became one of the youngest female executives at Microsoft. I still remember, though, when I left my parents' home to move across the country to start this new job at Microsoft.
They had sacrificed a lot to give me five years of higher education.
But they said, as I left home -- and I literally went down the front steps, down the porch at home -- and they said, "Even though you've had this great education, if you decide to get married and have kids right away, that's OK by us, too."
They wanted me to do the thing that would make me the very happiest.
I was free to decide what that would be.
It was an amazing feeling.
In fact, I did want to have kids -- but I wanted to have them when I was ready.
And so now, Bill and I have three.
And when our eldest daughter was born, we weren't, I would say, exactly sure how to be great parents.
Maybe some of you know that feeling.
And so we waited a little while before we had our second child.
And it's no accident that we have three children that are spaced three years apart.
Now, as a mother, what do I want the very most for my children?
I want them to feel the way I did -- like they can do anything they want to do in life.
And so, what has struck me as I've travelled the last decade for the foundation around the world is that all women want that same thing.
Last year, I was in Nairobi, in the slums, in one called Korogocho -- which literally means when translated, "standing shoulder to shoulder."
And I spoke with this women's group that's pictured here.
And the women talked very openly about their family life in the slums, what it was like.
And they talked quite intimately about what they did for birth control.
Marianne, in the center of the screen in the red sweater, she summed up that entire two-hour conversation in a phrase that I will never forget.
She said, "I want to bring every good thing to this child before I have another."
And I thought -- that's it.
That's universal.
We all want to bring every good thing to our children.
But what's not universal is our ability to provide every good thing.
So many women suffer from domestic violence.
And they can't even broach the subject of contraception, even inside their own marriage.
There are many women who lack basic education.
Even many of the women who do have knowledge and do have power don't have access to contraceptives.
For 250 years, parents around the world have been deciding to have smaller families.
This trend has been steady for a quarter of a millennium, across cultures and across geographies, with the glaring exception of sub-Saharan Africa and South Asia.
The French started bringing down their family size in the mid-1700s.
And over the next 150 years, this trend spread all across Europe.
The surprising thing to me, as I learned this history, was that it spread not along socioeconomic lines but around cultural lines.
People who spoke the same language made that change as a group.
They made the same choice for their family, whether they were rich or whether they were poor.
The reason that trend toward smaller families spread was that this whole way was driven by an idea -- the idea that couples can exercise conscious control over how many children they have.
This is a very powerful idea.
It means that parents have the ability to affect the future, not just accept it as it is.
In France, the average family size went down every decade for 150 years in a row until it stabilized.
It took so long back then because the contraceptives weren't that good.
In Germany, this transition started in the 1880s, and it took just 50 years for family size to stabilize in this country.
And in Asia and Latin America, the transition started in the 1960s, and it happened much faster because of modern contraception.
I think, as we go through this history, it's important to pause for a moment and to remember why this has become such a contentious issue.
It's because some family planning programs resorted to unfortunate incentives and coercive policies.
For instance, in the 1960s, India adopted very specific numeric targets and they paid women to accept having an IUD placed in their bodies.
Now, Indian women were really smart in this situation.
When they went to get an IUD inserted, they got paid six rupees.
And so what did they do?
They waited a few hours or a few days, and they went to another service provider and had the IUD removed for one rupee.
For decades in the United States, African-American women were sterilized without their consent.
The procedure was so common it became known as the Mississippi appendectomy -- a tragic chapter in my country's history.
And as recently as the 1990s, in Peru, women from the Andes region were given anesthesia and they were sterilized without their knowledge.
The most startling thing about this is that these coercive policies weren't even needed.
They were carried out in places where parents already wanted to lower their family size.
Because in region after region, again and again, parents have wanted to have smaller families.
There's no reason to believe that African women have innately different desires.
Given the option, they will have fewer children.
The question is: will we invest in helping all women get what they want now?
Or, are we going to condemn them to some century-long struggle, as if this was still revolutionary France and the best method was coitus interruptus?
Empowering parents -- it doesn't need justification.
But here's the thing -- our desire to bring every good thing to our children is a force for good throughout the world.
It's what propels societies forward.
In that same slum in Nairobi, I met a young businesswoman, and she was making backpacks out of her home.
She and her young kids would go to the local jeans factory and collect scraps of denim.
She'd create these backpacks and resell them.
And when I talked with her, she had three children, and I asked her about her family.
And she said she and her husband decided that they wanted to stop having children after their third one.
And so when I asked her why, she simply said, "Well, because I couldn't run my business if I had another child."
And she explained the income that she was getting out of her business afforded her to be able to give an education to all three of her children.
She was incredibly optimistic about her family's future.
This is the same mental calculus that hundreds of millions of men and women have gone through.
And evidence proves that they have it exactly right.
They are able to give their children more opportunities by exercising control over when they have them.
In Bangladesh, there's a district called Matlab.
It's where researchers have collected data on over 180,000 inhabitants since 1963.
In the global health community, we like to say it's one of the longest pieces of research that's been running.
We have so many great health statistics.
In one of the studies, what did they do?
Half the villagers were chosen to get contraceptives.
They got education and access to contraception.
Twenty years later, following those villages, what we learned is that they had a better quality of life than their neighbors.
The families were healthier.
The women were less likely to die in childbirth.
Their children were less likely to die in the first thirty days of life.
The children were better nourished.
The families were also wealthier.
The adult women's wages were higher.
Households had more assets -- things like livestock or land or savings.
Finally, their sons and daughters had more schooling.
So when you multiply these types of effects over millions of families, the product can be large-scale economic development.
People talk about the Asian economic miracle of the 1980s -- but it wasn't really a miracle.
One of the leading causes of economic growth across that region was this cultural trend towards smaller families.
Sweeping changes start at the individual family level -- the family making a decision about what's best for their children.
When they make that change and that decision, those become sweeping regional and national trends.
When families in sub-Saharan Africa are given the opportunity to make those decisions for themselves, I think it will help spark a virtuous cycle of development in communities across the continent.
We can help poor families build a better future.
We can insist that all people have the opportunity to learn about contraceptives and have access to the full variety of methods.
I think the goal here is really clear: universal access to birth control that women want.
And for that to happen, it means that both rich and poor governments alike must make contraception a total priority.
We can do our part, in this room and globally, by talking about the hundreds of millions of families that don't have access to contraception today and what it would do to change their lives if they did have access.
I think if Marianne and the members of her women's group can talk about this openly and have this discussion out amongst themselves and in public, we can, too.
And we need to start now.
Because like Marianne, we all want to bring every good thing to our children.
And where is the controversy in that?
Thank you.
Chris Anderson: Thank you.
I have some questions for Melinda.
Thank you for your courage and everything else.
So, Melinda, in the last few years I've heard a lot of smart people say something to the effect of, "We don't need to worry about the population issue anymore.
Family sizes are coming down naturally all over the world.
We're going to peak at nine or 10 billion. And that's it."
Are they wrong?
Melinda Gates: If you look at the statistics across Africa, they are wrong.
And I think we need to look at it, though, from a different lens.
We need to look at it from the ground upwards.
I think that's one of the reasons we got ourselves in so much trouble on this issue of contraception.
We looked at it from top down and said we want to have different population numbers over time.
Yes, we care about the planet. Yes, we need to make the right choices.
But the choices have to be made at the family level.
And it's only by giving people access and letting them choose what to do that you get those sweeping changes that we have seen globally -- except for sub-Saharan Africa and those places in South Asia and Afghanistan.
CA: Some people on the right in America and in many conservative cultures around the world might say something like this: "It's all very well to talk about saving lives and empowering women and so on.
But, sex is sacred.
What you're proposing is going to increase the likelihood that lots of sex happens outside marriage.
And that is wrong."
What would you say to them?
MG: I would say that sex is absolutely sacred.
And it's sacred in Germany, and it's sacred in the United States, and it's sacred in France and so many places around the world.
And the fact that 98 percent of women in my country who are sexually experienced say they use birth control doesn't make sex any less sacred.
It just means that they're getting to make choices about their lives.
And I think in that choice, we're also honoring the sacredness of the family and the sacredness of the mother's life and the childrens' lives by saving their lives.
To me, that's incredibly sacred, too.
CA: So what is your foundation doing to promote this issue?
And what could people here and people listening on the web -- what would you like them to do?
MG: I would say this -- join the conversation.
We've listed the website up here. Join the conversation.
Tell your story about how contraception has either changed your life or somebody's life that you know.
And say that you're for this.
We need a groundswell of people saying, "This makes sense.
We've got to give all women access -- no matter where they live."
And one of the things that we're going to do is do a large event July 11 in London, with a whole host of countries, a whole host of African nations, to all say we're putting this back on the global health agenda.
We're going to commit resources to it, and we're going to do planning from the bottom up with governments to make sure that women are educated -- so that if they want the tool, they have it, and that they have lots of options available either through their local healthcare worker or their local community rural clinic.
CA: Melinda, I'm guessing that some of those nuns who taught you at school are going to see this TED Talk at some point.
Are they going to be horrified, or are they cheering you on?
MG: I know they're going to see the TED Talk because they know that I'm doing it and I plan to send it to them.
And, you know, the nuns who taught me were incredibly progressive.
I hope that they'll be very proud of me for living out what they taught us about social justice and service.
I have come to feel incredibly passionate about this issue because of what I've seen in the developing world.
And for me, this topic has become very close to heart because you meet these women and they are so often voiceless.
And yet they shouldn't be -- they should have a voice, they should have access.
And so I hope they'll feel that I'm living out what I've learned from them and from the decades of work that I've already done at the foundation.
CA: So, you and your team brought together today an amazing group of speakers to whom we're all grateful.
Did you learn anything?
MG: Oh my gosh, I learned so many things. I have so many follow-up questions.
And I think a lot of this work is a journey.
You heard the discussion about the journey through energy, or the journey through social design, or the journey in the coming and saying, "Why aren't there any women on this platform?"
And I think for all of us who work on these development issues, you learn by talking to other people.
You learn by doing. You learn by trying and making mistakes.
And it's the questions you ask.
Sometimes it's the questions you ask that helps lead to the answer the next person that can help you answer it.
So I have lots of questions for the panelists from today.
And I thought it was just an amazing day.
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When the transparent film which blocked the back and front of the elevator lifted, Mira stepped down from the front. When she traversed the circular corridor formed from a translucent tube, she found herself before the laboratory door.
ãHey, Luminaria. Are you there? Answer me!ã
Mira made a small fist and pounded on the door repeatedly.In the corridor of the tower, the echoing screams of the door seemed to exceed the sound of the little girlâs voice.
Since the time the person named Luminaria became an Elder, she would often stay in the laboratory. In other words, this was the most likely place where she could be found.
For that reason, Mira immediately knocked on the door of the laboratory with the expectation of Luminaria kicking open the door while saying ãHave some moderation!ã
ãAway huh.ã
On rare occasions, she could be found doing an experiment in a nearby forest thatâs difficult to reach.
(This fellow is a guy who canât read the atmosphere.)
Mira muttered this in her mind and placed her hand on her chin in careful deliberation.
ãWho is this?ã
While pacing back and forth in front of the door thinking whether she should wait for the master of the tower to return, the voice of a calm woman suddenly sounded from the rear. And Mira was familiar with this voice.
Indeed, it was a beautiful secretary woman with shoulder-length blond hair that matched well with her spectacles. Her blue eyes that were filled with suspicion were turned towards Mira.
ãOh, Litaria, itâs been a long time. As for Luminaria, do you know where she has gone?ã
The beautiful woman whom Mira called Litaria was the aide of an Elder.
In order to assist the Elder with their research and miscellaneous duties, NPCs were dispatched by the country. In other words, Litaria was the aide for Luminaria.
And she was of the elven race and since they possess long lifespans, they remained youthful for a very long period. Depending on the person, it would be like a dream come true to be an elf.
However, players in Ark Earth Online were unable to choose the race because it was an exclusive race for the NPCs. In addition, famous races such as Dwarves, Halflings, Sirens, Werewolves, and Giants; as well as various other races like the Meou Tribe who are similar to humans except for their cat ears and tail, and the Gardia tribe with their robust bodies exist too.
ãWho are you? In order to enter this floor, one must use the elevator, other ways of approach are nonexistent. Only a select number of people know the way to the top floor.ã
Wearing a tense atmosphere, Litariaâs eyes were filled strongly with precaution.
ãWell, I am...... oh, thatâs right....ã
Mira just recalled that she did not have her dignified appearance. It was not possible to ask Litaria to ãExamineã her status.
There was no guarantee that one would believe her if she introduced herself as Danbulf. To a person who knew of her original appearance, being seen as a little girl would be most unbearable for Mira.
However, it would only be a trifling thing if Luminaria was the other party.
First of all, Luminaria would enjoy âsuch a thingâ more than anyone. In case the topic of her appearance was brought up, she could speak with confidence that she was cute.
Mira came to find Luminaria to ask her about the current situation. This outcome was unexpected.
Being told by Litaria, Mira recalled that in order to reach the Wisemanâs Room via the elevator, a certain procedure was needed to operate it.
Only a limited number of people who knew of this procedure would be able to go to the top floor so that fans would not intrude on the Elder.
Of course, as one of the Elders, Mira had agreed with this. Therefore, it was doubtful how a little girl had managed to come to this floor. It was a cause of concern for Litaria.
In order to not reveal her true identity, she could not say that she was the Elder of the summoning arts passing by to visit the Wisemanâs Room.
Mira traced her jaw with her fingertips as she pondered. She was unable to reveal her true identity, having said that she must provide justification for knowing how to operate the elevator to come up to this floor. She had to come up with a convenient excuse that would allow her to go in and out freely in the future.
And then, one good idea crossed her mind.
ãYou, do you know Danbulf?ã
ãOf course I know him. He is the Elder of the Summoning Tower.ã
ãYes, that is so. I am Danbulfâs apprentice. I was ordered by my master to pass on some messages to Lady Luminaria in his place. I am to convey this message and come back.ã
ãLord Danbulf......!? If thatâs the case, then itâs reasonable........ Er, however, I never heard about Danbulf taking care of an apprentice like you before.ã
The expression of Litaria reflected obvious excitement when she heard his name. This was because she proclaimed herself the pupil of the Wiseman that had disappeared thirty years ago. It was natural for her to be excited.
ãThat is so. I became his apprentice after he disappeared thirty years ago.ã
ãAfter he disappeared?! If you are his pupil, then that means Lord Danbulf has returned?!ã
ãAh, yes itâs like that. For certain reasons, he is unable to move right now. So I came instead.ã
ãI see, Lord Danbulf is...... But what kind of situation could render him immobile?ã
ãAh...... um, itâs like that.ã
Because it was an incomplete idea, Mira would be troubled if she were asked for details. Then she hit upon a suitable excuse. It was an action that she had frequently done when she was still Danbulf. If this world had succeeded in conventional history, this might work.
ãIn order to train a newly summoned spirit, he had to stay inside the Town of Phantasmal Beast.ã
ã... Again with a newly summoned spirit. As expected of Lord Danbulf. Just when we thought that heâs disappeared, heâs been training spirits in the Town of Phantasmal Beasts; I see even that part of him hasnât changed. Then it canât be helped that he canât move away.
Ahhh, Lord Danbulf. I hope to see you soon.ã
Though it was a desperate excuse, Litaria nodded because the story had been convincing. Apparently, her former actions remained in this world as a memory somehow. Mira gained conviction of this.
Why did this excuse work? This was because the Town of Phantasmal Beast was a famous hunting ground for players.
Although nobody lived in said town, great varieties of monsters and phantasmal beasts dominated the ruins of the ancient town. The more monsters one killed here, the more blessings could be obtained which increased the growth rate, recovery speed, and rare item drops. Due to the variety of monsters that appeared here, high ranking players were known to use this as their hunting fields.
The problem was that the blessing would be reset upon leaving the town. That being the case, it was common sense for players that hunted in the Town of Phantasmal Beast to stock up a large quantity of recovery items and secluded themselves in hunting.
ãAh.... it is like that. So, where is Lu.....Lady Luminaria?ããIs that so. At present, Lady Luminaria is............... Nonono..........I shouldnât, itâs wrong. While that certainly sounds like what Lord Danbulf would do, anyone who knows Lord Danbulf well could claim to be his apprentice. Do you have evidence that you are who you claim to be?ã
Litaria went beyond respect and worshipped Luminaria and Dunbalf who supported the country together. The hint that Danbulf was alive made a bright light burst out from her expression but she smoothed it over in a panic. She had still yet to confirm the truth regarding the previous matter.
ãIs there any evidence? Letâs see......... is this easy to understand?ã
After having thought a little, Mira took out evidence that only Danbulf would have from the item box. Of course, it was the silver card on which nine canes were carved, the tower master key.
ãThis is...... The master key of the Tower of Summoning! Then, you really are Lord Danbulfâs..... Oh name.... may I have your name if thatâs okay with you?ã
ãI am Mira. Litaria, I would like to hear where your master is. Is Lady Luminaria not here?ã
ãYes, Lady Luminaria as of now has gone out to Lunatic Lake. She is not likely to return until tomorrow.ã
ãHmm, is that so? Then there is no helping it. Shall I come to visit again?ã
If she wasnât here, then there was no point to remain any longer. Mira considered it to be troublesome to go towards Lunatic Lake at the present moment. If she was going to return tomorrow then her conclusion was that it would be better to come back at that time.
ãThatâs right. It is night already, will you not spend the night in my room? You can stay until Lady Luminaria comes back. Also, please tell me various things about Lord Danbulf if possible!ã
Litariaâs expression abruptly changed as she approached. Mira vigorously retreated until her back bumped against the door. Litaria only wanted to hear stories about Danbulf, but as for Mira, the thin excuse she used would go up in flames. It was not wise to prolong the story because she did not know when a fault would appear. She intended to run away promptly.
In addition, Litaria was a beautiful woman despite being a familiar face. Even if Mira may look like a girl, she remained a man on the inside full of lustful desires. In conclusion, she couldnât let her reasonings be destroyed here. Rather than the pride of Danbulf as a person being at stake here, it was more of a feeling to want to look good to a person who loved him. Even though the present situation was that they both were the same sex, it was not the problem.
ãNo, besides I have other engagements to attend to. Allow me to come back again tomorrow.ã
ãAh, so it is like that....... Then it doesnât have to be tonight. Miss Mira, just a little bit, wonât you tell me what happened thirty years ago? Please tell me what Lord Danbulf has been doing up until now.ã
ãMaybe next time, Iâve been ordered by the master to take care of some tasks.ã
When she finally shook off Litaria, Mira jumped into the elevator to descend to the first floor. If she was questioned for details, there was sure to have been some contradictions. For example, if she was asked about how she became his apprentice. It was because she did not think about the details.
Mira reflected on the excuse that she established. She looked up in regret at the thing she said herself. The sudden change in Litaria was unexpected. She let out a big sigh while leaning against the transparent tube.
ãI should have a more intellectual impression.ã
She knew that Litaria was an NPC, but she did not remember her personality to be like that from her memories. Her impression was that she ought to have been more secretary-like. Thirty years have passed, perhaps that was the source? Mira placed her hand on her chin as she smiled wryly and passed by looking at each floor.
She arrived on the first floor in approximately ten seconds. Taking the opportunity to get psyched up, she passed by the researchers saying, ãDo your best!ã
As for Mira, it was one of Danbulfâs habits to yell like this. To the abrupt encouragement of a little girl passing by, although they did not understand Miraâs purpose, several researchers got psyched up to greet their all-night vigil.
Mira left the Tower of Magic and entered the Tower of Summoning. Because Luminaria would be back tomorrow, there was one thing that she wanted to confirm by then. It was not necessarily a lie that she had business to attend to.
The business was to confirm the state of the room she had been using as a base. If it had not changed from before, she would be able to use it, accordingly she would also be able to spend a night there.
The Tower of Summoning had the same structure as the Tower of Magic. The inside of which was silent and as bright as the morning from the flickering light powered by concept magic. Mira narrowed her eyes a little at the radiance while she operated the elevator to go to the top floor. She considered regulating the quantity of light later.
It was different from the Tower of Magic in that it passed each floor without connecting to the stairs. When she noticed not a single researcher was in sight, she recalled the words the knights had said: ãIt was the first time I have seen a summoner, they are unusual.ã
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After being told, âWe can almost see Muspelheim,â I went up onto the deck of the ship.
Looking around, I saw that many other people on our journey had also gathered already and that they were surprised by the state of Muspelheim which they saw in front of them.
Muspelheim, one of the locations where an âOuroborosâ was sealed.
It was said that Muspelheim was a place with a strange phenomenon where fire did not revert back to mana. Thereby it was said to be surrounded by flames which never disappeared.
Its temperature was said to be around a thousand degrees Celsius, thus it was an uninhabitable environment for living organisms.
In one legend, it was discussed that it might have been the result of a divine artifactâs influence.
Well, all of that was second-hand information provided by Libra.
But... it seems hearsay really canât be relied upon.
When I was supplied with the aforementioned explanation, I had pictured in my head that Muspelheim was a land enclosed by flames, but my predictions turned out to be significantly different from reality.
Or more like, this is...
âItâs frozen.â
âYeah... Itâs frozen.â
Looking down onto the land below from the Argo, I saw a scene which was the complete opposite of what I had imagined it to be.
Even though it was called a scorching land, of all things, it was actually an extremely cold land encased in ice.
In the middle of all of this, there was a palace made out of ice. Furthermore, houses that were also built out of ice were lined up around the palace, making it look like a castle town.
The ground was covered in snow and just by looking at the place, one could feel chills running through their body.
Looking at it from a distance, it looked mystical, however, it was a location which one would not have wanted to live personally.
âItâs probably the work of Aquarius. It is my conjecture that, using its own mana, Aquarius must have overwritten this landâs climate.â
âIs that so (hou)? The whole of Muspelheim?â
âIf it is her, it is not impossible.â
âOut of curiosity, Libra. Do you know what the surface area of Muspelheim is?â
âIt is km.â 500 km2... so... it approximately had the same surface area as the island of Hokkaido, huh?
Considering the large surface area and the fact that it was originally a land where the average temperature was over a thousand degrees Celsius, for her to freeze up the whole area, she must have possessed tremendous power.
When it came to Water attribute users, the first one that came to my mind was Dina, but notwithstanding that they both used the same element, the way they used it was substantially different.
If anything, rather than Water, this is more like an Ice attribute.
Though, since an Ice attribute doesnât exist in this world, itâd be categorised as the Water attribute.
âSo, Ruphas-sama, weâll get going now.â
Aries jumped onto the railings of the ship first, followed by Scorpius, Karkinos, Phoenix and Hydrus.
They were going to directly jump down into the city.
With their physical abilities, it was not particularly a problem, but I wondered if they would not feel cold looking like that.
Ariesâs limbs were exposed to the environment and one did not need to even mention Scorpius.
Even Karkinos, who was wearing the most clothes out of the bunch, could not be said to be wearing winter clothing.
Well, if it was them, there would not be any problems. But I decided to give them something just in case.
âHm, wait a moment. Going off looking like that is that, you know. So take these.â
Saying this, using X-Gate, I took out three sets of thick coats from Mafahl Tower.
It was defensive equipment called [The Coat of Aurgelmir] that I had crafted in the past for times where I would have to battle against a Water attribute boss.
Overall, it dropped the wearerâs status a little, nevertheless, it was a piece of defensive equipment which was strong against Water and Fire attribute enemies as it reduced the damage inflicted by those two elemental attributes by 70%.
I digress, but my current overcoat reduced the damage I suffered from all attributes by 50%, therefore, taking into consideration only Water and Fire attributes, it was superior to my equipment.
In terms of design, there were white, black and red colours available, therefore it would be fine to give them their own individual colours.
... Scorpius... did not look much different in the end though.
âAnd, this is a farewell gift.â
As a bonus, I gave the three of them weapons that I had crafted to pass the time.
Originally, in X-Gate Online, perhaps in consideration of game balance, it was set so that magical beasts could not equip equipment, but that was not so in this world.
Castor, Taurus and Sagittarius had equipment and weapons as if it was the most common thing in the world. If you thought about the fact that they had two empty hands, then of course it was only natural that they would be able to carry equipment around.
What I gave Aries was a pair of gloves with a holes cut where the fingers were, otherwise known as the so-called open finger glove.
At the roots of both hands, in other words at the third joint of each hand, there were four protrusions. When the hand was clenched into a fist and used to punch something, that part would be slammed into the enemy.
The gloves increased the STR of the wearer by 1200 and came with the special effect of being able to âpenetrate the enemyâs elemental defenceâ.
With it, even if the enemy was strong against the Fire attribute, Aries would be able to deal percent damage without any worries.
What I gave Scorpius was a chain sickle of some sort.
At a fundamental level, it was a chain sickle, however, the end of the weapon was not a sickle but a scorpionâs pincer. When the weapon was swung at an enemy, the pincer would automatically pinch at and capture the enemy.
The weapon simply increased the attack power of the user by 2000 and nothing more. Nevertheless, it was clear that it was a strong weapon just by looking at it.
Although the chain sickle did not have any special abilities, because it had a long range, it was proportionately easy to use.
The one who gave me the most to think about was Karkinos.
If someone were to ask me what the problem was, it would be that he already had a weapon.
That scissor blade that he always whipped out from who-knows-where was apparently a genuine weapon of his.
Scorpiusâs scissors were created from mana, but Karkinosâs scissor was a weapon that he had made himself by shaving away at his own shell.
As such, for Karkinos, I decided to just upgrade the weapon which he already had.
Originally, his weapon provided him with an increased attack power of 800. After the modification, his attack power would increase by 1000 and gain the effect of being able to attack twice. Furthermore, when thrown, the scissor would return back to the location of its owner like a boomerang, thus he was now technically able to use long-range attacks.
... But, yeah. Even if I provide them with weapons, itâs a bit awkward.
Unlike these three, the aforementioned individuals, Sagittarius, Castor and Taurus, did not change much when they transformed into their magical beast forms.
Castor in particular was already in his base appearance and even when Sagittarius reverted back to his true appearance, only his lower body changed. Taurus would probably only grow bigger.
However, when Aries, Scorpius and Karkinos became serious, the three of them would revert back to their enormous magical beast forms.
When that happened, the weapons provided by me would naturally become unusable.
Thinking in that way, perhaps they just had an innate compatibility problem with equipment.
Well, itâs probably still better than nothing. Probably.
âRu, Ruphas-sama gave me a piece of equipment... Iâll cherish it for my whole life! Iâll store it carefully and turn it into a family heirloom and marvel at it for generations!â
âNo, donât store it. Use it. What do you think the equipment is even for?â
In any event, I managed to increase their base stats.
Even if something were to happen, as long as it was not something extraordinary, they should be able to deal with it somehow.
Because of the lack of time, I had not finished crafting equipment for the other members, but I planned to make them some in due time.
âThank you very much, Ruphas-sama.â
âMm. Iâll leave Aquarius to you guys.â
âUnderstood!â
I lightly patted Ariesâs head and sent them out.
What happened from now on depended on them.
Needless to say, I believed in them. If it was the three of them, they would be able to bring Aquarius back without fail.
After hearing my words, Aries seemed to have become energised and, this time for sure, jumped off the Argo.
Following him, Karkinos, Phoenix and Hydrus also jumped down.
Currently, the Argo was at an altitude of 10 000 metres, but if it was Aries and the rest, it was not a height at which there would be any problem.
Something like a parachute was also unnecessary.
Watching their figures as they left, I noticed that Scorpius had yet to jump off.
â......â
Looking at the face of Scorpius who seemed to be expecting something, I also gave her a head pat.
When I did, Scorpiusâs enthusiasm immediately shot up and she jumped off whilst screaming, âHyaaaaaâ.
Today, she was operating normally as usual.
Aries and the rest who descended from the height of 10 000 metres landed in a position which was slightly away from the city.
Right before he landed, Aries brought out his flames whilst Scorpius and Karkinos both kicked towards the ground and used the resulting shockwave to soften the landing impact.
There was not much to say about Phoenix and Hydrus who could both fly in the first place.
They landed in a place slightly behind Aries and the other two so that they would not get ahead of them.
Like this, the five of them who landed in the extremely cold region of Muspelheim were made to experience once again how different the place was from the Muspelheim that they remembered in their memories.
âNo matter how much I look at it again from this close up, it really doesnât feel like Muspelheim. With the way things are, itâs more like the North Pole.â
âYou can say that again. It used to be such a nice place with nice heating, what a waste.â
âIndeed. I donât mean to blame Aquarius-sama, but honestly, seeing Muspelheim, which is supposed to be a paradise of flames, be frozen over this magnificently, I feel a little conflicted.â
For the three Fire attribute individuals, Aries, Scorpius and Phoenix, the original Muspelheim was the location where they felt most comfortable in.
And in reality, even Ruphas decided on the current members after taking into consideration Muspelheimâs extreme heat, therefore, it could be said that the current situation was out of the calculation.
Nonetheless, if one were to ask whether they could change members at this point or not, the answer was no.
Even if they were to include Aigokeros into this group, there was no member that they could take out.
If Aries was to be removed, it would mean that there would be a double troublemaker combination of Aigokeros and Scorpius left. If Scorpius was to be removed, it would mean that Scorpius and Libra would be in the same group, thus there would be infighting in that group.
However, Karkinos absolutely could not be removed because he was there to be the countermeasure against Aquarius in case the one-in-a-million chance they entered into a battle with her.
In other words, although the situation was different from what they had originally planned for, the current personnel could not be swapped out.
âFor now, letâs enter the city. First, we need to try and understand what kind of city this is.â
âItâs just as Karkinos-sama says. Thereâs nothing that we can achieve even if we remain here.â
Karkinos suggested that they enter the city and Hydrus responded in agreement.
Practically speaking, what he was saying was right on point. Even if they continued to stand around, the situation would not change.
The others did not have any objections to this suggestion and silently nodded in agreement.
Step by step, they left their footprints behind in the snow and then stepped foot into the city.
When they did, what filled their vision was a world of silver.
All of the buildings, which were lined up, were made out of ice and snow and took the shape of hemispheres.
The houses were adorned with their own decorations and were all lined up fantastically.
Even the trees that decorated the side of the road were all made out of ice, making them wonder how such a thing was possible.
The various pieces of ice which were shaped like trees protruded out of the ground in a straight line. From them, snow blossomed out of the ice as if they were leaves.
Phoenix casually snapped a branch off of one of the trees and observed it by rubbing and scraping it with his fingertip.
At the very end, he heated up his palm and tried to see how it would react, but only ended up narrowing his eyes.
âItâs a strange type of ice... it doesnât melt even when heated up. Are all of the buildings which constitute this city also made out of the same kind of ice?â
âHow beautiful. Rather than ice, you could call them crystals at this point... is this a city of crystals?â
In contrast to Phoenix who was making a conflicted face, Hydrus was absentmindedly looking around the silvery city.
The glister of this silver world... what a beautiful thing, it is.
Hydrus was inappropriately wondering in his heart whether this whole city was one big piece of art or not.
âStop getting mesmerised, octopus. What âcity of crystalsâ? Youâre so snobby.â
âYouâre noisy, yakitori. Looking at this city and not feeling anything, arenât your senses rotten, huh?â
âHuh?â
Ignoring Phoenix and Hydrus who became inharmonious and grabbed each otherâs collars, Aries and the rest proceeded to move forward.
As those two were always like that with each other even 200 years ago, this was just their normal state, thus it was not something they had to pay attention to this late in time.
Although they seemed like they had a bad relationship, those two could be called comrades in arms with each other and were actually good buddies.
As such, even if they were to slam a cross-counter on each otherâs face, there was nothing the others had to worry about.
If left alone, they would catch up with Aries and the rest inside of the city eventually.
âSo, what do we do first?â
âHmm, I guess the first place to visit to gather information is always the tavern. Letâs look for a building that looks like that first.â
If one wanted to gather information, then they needed to go to a place where a lot of people gathered.
That was a conclusion anyone who had any sort of experience of being an adventurer would immediately be able to reach.
In the past, there was a period of time where Ruphas herself had gathered information at taverns. Karkinos himself had also opened taverns with the purpose of gathering information.
Where people gathered, information would consolidate.
Even if it was just a small rumour, there was a high possibility that the shopkeeper or the regulars might have heard about it before.
âEhh... thatâs so troublesome. Itâll be the end of it all if we just head straight to the palace and pick Aquarius up. Itâs not like weâre not acquainted with each other.â
âThatâs true. Is there some reason we shouldnât just go ahead and do that?â
âThatâs what weâre going to find out. Just what exactly is this city like? Why did Aquarius make a city like this when she should have been sealing the ouroboros? Without knowing those things, if we just charge right in, it could cause unnecessary trouble.â
âAfter all, this is a mission in which failure cannot be permitted.â
Even Scorpius, who was looking hassled, could do nothing but agree with Karkinosâs words of âfailure cannot be permittedâ and swallow her objections.
Exactly, failure was absolutely not permitted. This was an order entrusted to them by their master.
If they were to do something unnecessary and cause Aquarius to be weighed down such that she could no longer leave, they would not be able to show their faces in front of Ruphas anymore.
â...... Fine, fine. But we canât take up too much time. This mistress wants to quickly finish the job and get back to doing lewd things with Ruphas-sama.â
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Everyone was very excited about this archaeological find, because it meant that they might finally be able to assemble a single dodo skeleton.
See, while museums all over the world have dodo skeletons in their collection, nobody -- not even the actual Natural History Museum on the island of Mauritius -- has a skeleton that's made from the bones of a single dodo.
Well, this isn't exactly true.
The fact is, is that the British Museum had a complete specimen of a dodo in their collection up until the 18th century -- it was actually mummified, skin and all -- but in a fit of space-saving zeal, they actually cut off the head and they cut off the feet and they burned the rest in a bonfire.
If you go look at their website today, they'll actually list these specimens, saying, the rest was lost in a fire.
Not quite the whole truth. Anyway.
The frontispiece of this article was this photo, and I'm one of the people that thinks that Tina Brown was great for bringing photos to the New Yorker, because this photo completely rocked my world.
I became obsessed with the object -- not just the beautiful photograph itself, and the color, the shallow depth of field, the detail that's visible, the wire you can see on the beak there that the conservator used to put this skeleton together -- there's an entire story here.
And I thought to myself, if I had my own dodo skeleton?
I want to point out here at this point that I've spent my life obsessed by objects and the stories that they tell, and this was the very latest one.
So I began looking around for -- to see if anyone sold a kit, some kind of model that I could get, and I found lots of reference material, lots of lovely pictures.
No dice: no dodo skeleton for me. But the damage had been done.
I had saved a few hundred photos of dodo skeletons into my "Creative Projects" folder -- it's a repository for my brain, everything that I could possibly be interested in.
Any time I have an internet connection, there's a sluice of stuff moving into there, everything from beautiful rings to cockpit photos.
The key that the Marquis du Lafayette sent to George Washington to celebrate the storming of the Bastille.
Russian nuclear launch key: The one on the top is the picture of the one I found on eBay; the one on the bottom is the one I made for myself, because I couldn't afford the one on eBay.
Storm trooper costumes. Maps of Middle Earth -- that's one I hand-drew myself. There's the dodo skeleton folder.
This folder has 17,000 photos -- over 20 gigabytes of information -- and it's growing constantly.
And one day, a couple of weeks later, it might have been maybe a year later, I was in the art store with my kids, and I was buying some clay tools -- we were going to have a craft day.
I bought some Super Sculpeys, some armature wire, some various materials.
And I looked down at this Sculpey, and I thought, maybe, yeah, maybe I could make my own dodo skull.
I should point out at this time -- I'm not a sculptor; I'm a hard-edged model maker.
You give me a drawing, you give me a prop to replicate, you give me a crane, scaffolding, parts from "Star Wars" -- especially parts from "Star Wars" -- I can do this stuff all day long.
It's exactly how I made my living for 15 years.
But you give me something like this -- my friend Mike Murnane sculpted this; it's a maquette for "Star Wars, Episode Two" -- this is not my thing -- this is something other people do -- dragons, soft things.
However, I felt like I had looked at enough photos of dodo skulls to actually be able to understand the topology and perhaps replicate it -- I mean, it couldn't be that difficult.
So, I started looking at the best photos I could find.
I grabbed all the reference, and I found this lovely piece of reference.
This is someone selling this on eBay; it was clearly a womanâs hand, hopefully a woman's hand.
Assuming it was roughly the size of my wife's hand, I made some measurements of her thumb, and I scaled them out to the size of the skull.
I blew it up to the actual size, and I began using that, along with all the other reference that I had, comparing it to it as size reference for figuring out exactly how big the beak should be, exactly how long, etc. And over a few hours, I eventually achieved what was actually a pretty reasonable dodo skull. And I didn't mean to continue, I -- it's kind of like, you know, you can only clean a super messy room
I wasn't thinking about a dodo skeleton; I just noticed that as I finished this skull, the armature wire that I had been used to holding it up was sticking out of the back just where a spine would be.
And one of the other things I'd been interested in and obsessed with over the years is spines and skeletons, having collected a couple of hundred.
I actually understood the mechanics of vertebrae enough to kind of start to imitate them.
And so button by button, vertebrae by vertebrae, I built my way down.
And actually, by the end of the day, I had a reasonable skull, a moderately good vertebrae and half of a pelvis.
And again, I kept on going, looking for more reference, every bit of reference I could find -- drawings, beautiful photos.
This guy -- I love this guy! He put a dodo leg bones on a scanner This is the kind of accuracy that I wanted, and I replicated every last bone and put it in.
And after about six weeks, I finished, painted, mounted my own dodo skeleton.
You can see that I even made a museum label for it that includes a brief history of the dodo.
And TAP Plastics made me -- although I didn't photograph it -- a museum vitrine.
I don't have the room for this in my house, but I had to finish what I had started.
And this actually represented kind of a sea change to me.
Again, like I said, my life has been about being fascinated by objects and the stories that they tell, and also making them for myself, obtaining them, appreciating them and diving into them.
And in this folder, "Creative Projects," there are tons of projects that I'm currently working on, projects that I've already worked on, things that I might want to work on some day, and things that I may just want to find and buy and have and look at and touch.
But now there was potentially this new category of things that I could sculpt that was different, that I -- you know, I have my own R2D2, but that's -- honestly, relative to sculpting, to me, that's easy.
And so I went back and looked through my "Creative Projects" folder, and I happened across the Maltese Falcon. Now, this is funny for me: to fall in love with an object from a Hammett novel, because if it's true that the world is divided into two types of people, Chandler people and Hammett people, I am absolutely a Chandler person.
But in this case, it's not about the author, it's not about the book or the movie or the story, it's about the object in and of itself.
And in this case, this object is -- plays on a host of levels.
First of all, there's the object in the world.
This is the "Kniphausen Hawk."
It is a ceremonial pouring vessel made around 1700 for a Swedish Count, and it is very likely the object from which Hammett drew his inspiration for the Maltese Falcon.
Then there is the fictional bird, the one that Hammett created for the book.
Built out of words, it is the engine that drives the plot of his book and also the movie, in which another object is created: a prop that has to represent the thing that Hammett created out of words, inspired by the Kniphausen Hawk, and this represents the falcon in the movie.
And then there is this fourth level, which is a whole new object in the world: the prop made for the movie, the representative of the thing, becomes, in its own right, a whole other thing, a whole new object of desire.
And so now it was time to do some research.
I actually had done some research a few years before -- it's why the folder was there.
I'd bought a replica, a really crappy replica, of the Maltese Falcon on eBay, and had downloaded enough pictures to actually have some reasonable reference.
But I discovered, in researching further, really wanting precise reference, that one of the original lead birds had been sold at Christie's in 1994, and so I contacted an antiquarian bookseller who had the original Christie's catalogue, and in it I found this magnificent picture, which included a size reference.
I was able to scan the picture, blow it up to exactly full size.
I found other reference. Avi [Ara] Chekmayan, a New Jersey editor, actually found this resin Maltese Falcon at a flea market in 1991, although it took him five years to authenticate this bird to the auctioneers' specifications, because there was a lot of controversy about it.
It was made out of resin, which wasn't a common material for movie props about the time the movie was made.
It's funny to me that it took a while to authenticate it, because I can see it compared to this thing, and I can tell you -- it's real, it's the real thing, it's made from the exact same mold that this one is.
In this one, because the auction was actually so controversial, Profiles in History, the auction house that sold this -- I think in 1995 for about 100,000 dollars -- they actually included -- you can see here on the bottom -- not just a front elevation, but also a side, rear and other side elevation.
So now, I had all the topology I needed to replicate the Maltese Falcon.
What do they do, how do you start something like that? I really don't know.
So what I did was, again, like I did with the dodo skull, I blew all my reference up to full size, and then I began cutting out the negatives and using those templates as shape references.
So I took Sculpey, and I built a big block of it, and I passed it through until, you know, I got the right profiles.
And then slowly, feather by feather, detail by detail, I worked out and achieved -- working in front of the television and Super Sculpey -- here's me sitting next to my wife -- it's the only picture I took of the entire process.
As I moved through, I achieved a very reasonable facsimile of the Maltese Falcon.
But again, I am not a sculptor, and so I don't know a lot of the tricks, like, I don't know how my friend Mike gets beautiful, shiny surfaces with his Sculpey; I certainly wasn't able to get it.
So, I went down to my shop, and I molded it and I cast it in resin, because in the resin, then, I could absolutely get the glass smooth finished.
Now there's a lot of ways to fill and get yourself a nice smooth finish.
My preference is about 70 coats of this -- matte black auto primer.
I spray it on for about three or four days, it drips to hell, but it allows me a really, really nice gentle sanding surface and I can get it glass-smooth.
Oh, finishing up with triple-zero steel wool.
Now, the great thing about getting it to this point was that because in the movie, when they finally bring out the bird at the end, and they place it on the table, they actually spin it.
So I was able to actually screen-shot and freeze-frame to make sure.
And I'm following all the light kicks on this thing and making sure that as I'm holding the light in the same position, I'm getting the same type of reflection on it -- that's the level of detail I'm going into this thing.
I ended up with this: my Maltese Falcon.
And it's beautiful. And I can state with authority at this point in time, when I'd finished it, of all of the replicas out there -- and there is a few -- this is by far the most accurate representation of the original Maltese Falcon than anyone has sculpted. Now the original one, I should tell you, is sculpted by a guy named Fred Sexton.
This is where it gets weird.
Fred Sexton was a friend of this guy, George Hodel.
Terrifying guy -- agreed by many to be the killer of the Black Dahlia.
Now, James Ellroy believes that Fred Sexton, the sculptor of the Maltese Falcon, killed James Elroy's mother.
I'll go you one stranger than that: In 1974, during the production of a weird comedy sequel to "The Maltese Falcon," called "The Black Bird," starring George Segal, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art had a plaster original of the Maltese Falcon -- one of the original six plasters, I think, made for the movie -- stolen out of the museum. A lot of people thought it was a publicity stunt for the movie.
John's Grill, which actually is seen briefly in "The Maltese Falcon," is still a viable San Francisco eatery, who played Wilmer Cook in the movie, and he gave them one of his original plasters of the Maltese Falcon.
And they had it in their cabinet for about 15 years, until it got stolen in January of 2007.
It would seem that the object of desire only comes into its own by disappearing repeatedly.
So here I had this Falcon, and it was lovely. It looked really great, the light worked on it really well, it was better than anything that I could achieve or obtain out in the world.
But there was a problem. And the problem was that: I wanted the entirety of the object, I wanted the weight behind the object.
This thing was made of resin and it was too light.
There's this group online that I frequent.
It's a group of prop crazies just like me called the Replica Props Forum, and it's people who trade, make and travel in information about movie props.
And it turned out that one of the guys there, a friend of mine that I never actually met, but befriended through some prop deals, was the manager of a local foundry.
He took my master Falcon pattern, he actually did lost wax casting in bronze for me, and this is the bronze I got back.
And this is, after some acid etching, the one that I ended up with.
And this thing, it's deeply, deeply satisfying to me.
Here, I'm going to put it out there, later on tonight, and I want you to pick it up and handle it.
You want to know how obsessed I am. This project's only for me, and yet I went so far as to buy on eBay a 1941 Chinese San Francisco-based newspaper, in order so that the bird could properly be wrapped ...
like it is in the movie.
Yeah, I know!
There you can see, it's weighing in at 27 and a half pounds.
That's half the weight of my dog, Huxley.
But there's a problem.
Now, here's the most recent progression of Falcons.
On the far left is a piece of crap -- a replica I bought on eBay.
There's my somewhat ruined Sculpey Falcon, because I had to get it back out of the mold. There's my first casting, there's my master and there's my bronze.
There's a thing that happens when you mold and cast things, which is that every time you throw it into silicone and cast it in resin, you lose a little bit of volume, you lose a little bit of size.
And when I held my bronze one up against my Sculpey one, it was shorter by three-quarters of an inch.
Yeah, no, really, this was like aah -- why didn't I remember this?
Why didn't I start and make it bigger?
So what do I do? I figure I have two options.
One, I can fire a freaking laser at it, which I have already done, to do a 3D scan -- there's a 3D scan of this Falcon.
I had figured out the exact amount of shrinkage I achieved going from a wax master to a bronze master and blown this up big enough to make a 3D lithography master of this, which I will polish, then I will send to the mold maker and then I will have it done in bronze. Or: There are several people who own originals, and I have been attempting to contact them and reach them,
hoping that they will let me spend a few minutes in the presence of one of the real birds, maybe to take a picture, or even to pull out the hand-held laser scanner that I happen to own that fits inside a cereal box, and could maybe, without even touching their bird, I swear, get a perfect 3D scan. And I'm even willing to sign pages saying that I'll never let anyone else have it, except for me in my office, I promise.
I'll give them one if they want it.
And then, maybe, then I'll achieve the end of this exercise.
But really, if we're all going to be honest with ourselves, I have to admit that achieving the end of the exercise was never the point of the exercise to begin with, was it.
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âI thought it was a figurine with fur, but it was actually the magic beast you tamed.â
Maricle had been interested in Norn since we were talking in the reference room. Arle was frightened and took a little distance from Norn. Kuro was running around, trying to touch Bell.
âI think I would have died without these guys.â
Letâs go with that story. To be honest, I didnât think I would die. But without them, I think I would have to face unthinkable hardships. I really loved Norn. So be more fluffy, my goddess.
On our way moving together with Norn, we stopped by a stall to buy skewered meat. This seemed to be our lunch. Other than that was a hard brown bread.
I couldnât help looking them in speechlessness. Noticing my gaze, they explained to me.
âI was always hungry until around half a month ago, but now our income has increased and we can eat as much as we want!â
âLast time, we only can eat this damned hard bread. But now we can buy one or two more dishes every meal. Itâs all thanks to you teaching a lot of things to Triela. Iâm grateful.â
âYouâre already smart when you were still in the orphanage, but I think itâs strange that Ren is this amazing! Itâs only been a little over a year, yet youâve learned so much. What did you do?â
Arle, arenât you too cruel? But well, I did a lot of things. Yeah, a lot. But there were many things I couldnât explain. I just answered her with my best vague smile.
After that, we went outside the gate while chatting. Then we started munching on our lunch as we walked. We have bad manners, you say? No, we were trying to save time, you see. The reason they didnât eat when we were moving around the town was because they didnât want to bump into someone and drop it...
By the way, I had been wondering this since before. Letâs just ask. Maricle carried a wooden board on his back. Why a wooden board?
âAh, this was a substitute of shield.â
Oh... a wooden shield. But I could see a handle attached to the board. Was that a broken door plate? It seemed like it would break if he took a slightly stronger blow.
âEven if it looks like this, Iâve been able to escape from the goblins thanks to this. My body is the biggest from the whole party, so Iâm thinking of becoming a tanker in the future.â
For the time being, everyone had discussed and decided their future role in the party. Hmm.
By the way, Maricle, who had the best physique, initially thought of using a two-handed sword or a heavy weapon, but since all of the three fools wanted to use a sword, he decided to be in charge of the defense. To be fair, the tanker should be someone with tough body.
Under the current plan, the vanguard would be reinforced by the boys. Maricle would defend with a shield. Boman would use two-handed sword. Ryuu and Cain would use one-handed sword and a small shield. Also, Cain would also become the commander of the vanguard.
The girls would be in the rear guard, but their weapons were still undecided. Since throwing weapons were consumable items, the cost would be high, making it hard. The candidate for searching enemy would either be Triela who was skillful in everything or Kuro from the agile black cat race. Since Rico had learned magic, Arle and Kuro had been really troubled about what they could. Even so, it had been decided that Triela would become the commander of the rear guard no matter what.
We talked about a lot of things while eating the bread and skewers, but it looked dangerous even just by watching them. Kuro was about to fall down even now.
âHm? Ren?â
I asked them to lend me the brown bread and cut it sideways with a knife, dividing it into two pieces. Next, I took the skewers and removed the meat from the skewer and put it between the bread to make a sandwich. I also add some vegetables I had with me. Since the meat already had sauce from when they bought it, it should be okay if I didnât add anything else, right? A pseudo simple hamburger was ready to serve.
âOkay, please have a bite. This should be easier to eat now. Be careful not to drop the meat.â
âRen! Amazing! Delicious!â
Ohh, what a nice smile. Iâm healed~
âHey, Ren! Itâs unfair that youâre only doing that for Kuro! Do it for me too!â
â...Sorry, can I ask you to do that for me too?â
I also did Arle and Maricleâs share. When I did Trielaâs share at the end, she gave me a bitter smile.
âI donât know if you come up with an idea as usual or are just very attentive towards us.â
âThis is just my nature. Triela and Maricle are also very attentive, right?â
âEven if you said that...â
I chatted while eating the sandwich. I also tried the meat sandwich.
âOh, this is delicious! Maybe we should ask the stall owner to put the meat between the bread next time. The skewers might fall down along the way if we walk around the town after all!â
If they asked the stall owner to do that, that stall would probably start selling this kind of food, though. Well, I didnât really care... But I should tell them just in case.
âHmmm, so theyâll make a business out of this? This is too hard!â
Arle wanted to save money after she stopped becoming an adventurer in the future and try to use it as a fund to start a business. She realized that she couldnât be an adventurer forever.
âStill, the foods Triela brought before was Renâs food, right? It was delicious.â
âDelicious. Thank you, Ren.â
Kuro, donât hug me when you havenât done eating. You have to eat properly, okay?
â...Ren helped us so we can eat meat once in a while like this, but we have to do our best if we want to eat more. After all, those three fools are noisy.â
âRight! I want to eat more meat!â
Triela turned away her face in guilt. Ah yes, sometimes I fed Triela my dishes. Sorry about that. But meat, huh...
âYouâre not hunting horned rabbits, are you?â
âYeah, we donât hunt them. We donât have weapons and armors. If we can stabilize and start hunting, we will be able to provide meat by ourselves. But when we were in the orphanage, the uncles working in the farm always got injured every year and died once in a while, right? So we plan not to overdo it, even though Ryuu and Boman are very persistent.â
âThey are really stupid, what a troublemaker. They should learn from Rico and Kuro!â
Since they had small kids in their party, they were taking safety measures. Ryuu said something like, âThis is why I donât want to bring these small kids along with us!â It seemed like he didnât have the self-awareness that he was one of the âsmall kids.â Really the king of idiot.
Hm, okay. I came up with an idea. This might be troublesome, but all the people here were important to me, so letâs eat meat together. However, the three fools were excluded, I should make sure to make Ricoâs portion later.
We arrived at the area I had decided in the forest. First, I had to prepare. Letâs have everyone collect herbs until I finished the preparation.
I took out my usual tent.
âW-what...!?â
I felt bad for making them speechless because I suddenly took out my tent, but I still had more things, you know.
âAll four of you, please gather here. I will give you a dagger.â
âEh? Is that the same one as Ricoâs sharp dagger?â
âCain and his team have been coveting it...â
âWait, Ren, are you the one who made that!?â
Since everyone only had tattered knife, I gave them the dagger for collecting herbs. Also, I gave them grindstone.
âAh? Me too?â
âTriela should take this too. Youâre collecting herbs with that sword, right?â
âThatâs... Yeah.â
It should be hard to collect herbs with that sword. But I was the one who confiscated her knife when I forced her to take the sword before, though.
âThis dagger is a gift for everyone. I wonât give this to the three fools. If they say something, please just tell them that you all received the daggers from a kind adventurer.â
â...Ren is still harsh on those three people.â
Those three fools werenât my friends or anything at all!
âI thought of doing something to do, so you all should collect the herbs. Iâll call you when I finished preparing. Norn, Bell, knock all of the monsters around here and keep everyone safe, okay?â
âWoof!â
All good. Now I should start working.
This time, I would make two shields and several spears. I had to make sure that everyone could safely hunt for rabbits. Whatâs important was that the weapons should be easy to maintain and the kids could make it themselves in the future. It would be even better if the manufacturing method was simple.
First, the spear. The material was the horn of the horned rabbits and solid timber. I had a large quantity of both materials in my [Storage].
I chose rabbit horns because it was easy to secure materials if they wanted to make it themselves. The target of their hunting was horned rabbit, so the more they hunted it, the more materials they would collect. Basically, since this was a consumable item, they could make a new one when it broke. Above all, the rabbit horns were hard and durable. These horns were also used as a chess piece. Just perfect to become a disposable weapon. By the way, some of my chopsticks were also made from this.
I made some tools similar to pin vice with the horn to drill a hole later on. Once I scrapped the sturdy timber into a cylinder shape so it could be easily gripped, I made a rope hole at the tip. After also making a hole on the base of the horn, I tightly tied a sturdy rope through both of the holes. I raised my strength using [Body Enhancement] and firmly tie it to make sure it wouldnât loosen.
I tried shaking it around lightly and stabbed it on a tree. Yeah, it felt sturdy. Looking at the length, this was similar to a short spear, I guess? It would be hard to use if they were too long anyway. Since the tip were horns, they could only use this to stab. Even so, it should be okay as long as they aimed for the vitals or attacked with a large number of people.
Around the time when I made the third one, Maricle was looking over my shoulder with great interest. What happened to collecting herbs, hm?
But he came at the right time. Taking this opportunity, letâs teach Maricle how to make this for the future.
â...Theyâre unexpectedly easy to make.â
âDo you remember how to make it? Then try making one.â
âMe?â
âYouâll have to make this on your own in the future. You should be able to get the materials from now on. Maricle, you can dismantle horned rabbit, right?â
âAh, so thatâs what you mean. Leave it to me.â
It seems like he understood my idea. I handed over my tools for drilling.
âYou donât have to return the tools to me. Just take it.â
âIs it okay?â
âYou canât make the spear without it.â
âRight, I understand. Thank you.â
Maricle wouldnât refrain in this kind of thing, so it was great that we didnât have to make this unnecessarily long.
â...Like this?â
âTry comparing it with the one I made. If you think thereâs no problem, then it should be fine.â
â...Seems like this is okay.â
Maricle tried to check the usability by swinging it around and stabbing a tree with it. Feeling like it was okay, Maricle nodded several times.
âMake sure to use sturdy, hard, and tough timber. If you are stingy on the materials, it can easily break and you may die.â
âOkay.â
Next was the shield. Letâs make two shields including the spare. I called it a spare, but... itâs annoying to do this, but it would be more efficient to hunt with two teams. Someone from the three fools had to use this. They irritated me, but I would resign myself here. I had to make sure the girls wouldnât get hungry.
I prepared several suitable wooden boards, cut them into rectangles, and connected them with a string to make a shield with several layers of woods. I pasted orcâs tanned leather on the surface and made sure it wouldnât loosen. Next, I stacked three more layers to strengthen it even more. On the back, I attached a belt and handle to make it easier to carry this around. With that, the shield was completed.
Maricleâs eyes widened when I completed the shield in no time. Both of my [Woodworker] and [Leather Processing] were LV, so of course I would do it quick.
âMaybe itâs something like this... Try putting it on.â
âFor me? Why are you making two?â
âThe other one is a spare. ...Well, I wonât complain if someone uses it.â
âSorry...â
It seemed like Maricle could tell what I was thinking. Anyway, Maricle equipped the shield and moved his arm around.
âHow is it?â
âThis is amazing. Itâs not light, but also not too heavy. I can sense it just by looking at you making it, but this is pretty sturdy, right?â
âI intend to make them sturdy, but wooden shields and leather shields are consumable items. If they break, donât force yourself to use it and buy proper shield at the store next time.â
âOkay. What are you going to do next?â
Well, I saved some time since everyone had gathered before I called them, but I felt a bit complicated.
âAll of us will hunt rabbits from now own. Now you will be able to secure meat by yourself.â
âMeat!â
Arle and Kuroâs eyes were scary...
âMaricle will become our defense. You will stop the horned rabbitâs charge. But donât just stop the blow, but try parrying the rabbit or even push them with the shieldâ
âShield bash and charge, right... So other than securing our meat, I should also learn how to handle the shield?â
âItâs really helpful that youâre quick to learn. Since youâre going to become the tanker in the future, you should learn how to handle it now. Rather than getting used with a heavy metal shieldâs weight and learn how to handle it at the same time later on, itâll be easier to learn how to handle it now and get used to the weight in the future.â
âYou already think that far... Sorry.â
âOnce Maricle stopped the rabbits or make a chance to safely attack, the other three have the role of stabbing and killing them with this spear. Please discuss the turn of attacking and your positions first.â
âThe tip of this spear is a rabbit horn?â
âI chose this to make it easier for you guys to prepare the weapons to secure meat on your own in the future.â
âRen...â
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A giant fireball comes flying my way, its speed is tremendous and its temperature is high enough to melt iron. Following right after, a woman with a sword comes at me with unexpected speed.
ãComplete barrierã
I held the sword in my right hand and raised my left hand to erect the barrier. It looks like a sphere, it completely envelops me. It almost looked like I was inside the transparent ball.
The fireball lands as soon as I set up the barrier. It radiates enormous heat. The grass around us was even vaporized instead of being burned. My whole body receives the shockwave. I was almost blown away, but I somehow managed to stand my ground. And then, the sword swiftly approached me, slicing through the smoke. Itâs Eril.
Gakiin!
There was a sound of glass shattering. Although I managed to stop the attack, the barrier crumbled right afterwards. As if expecting this outcome, she immediately swung her sword towards my head.
Right after, I swung my sword towards Eril. The target was her arm. I tried to knock her sword down. But Eril let go of her sword, spread her arms and dodged. For a moment, my stance collapsed. Eril wonât miss this opportunity. She caught her sword again and attacked me again.
Bashii!!
Her sword stopped right before me. Of course, she didnât give up on the attack. Right after my posture was disrupted, I deployed thin but sturdy barrier.
ãHey, Falco! Why did you stop attacking with your magic? ã
ãThis is impossible, my lady. Once a barrier was deployed, itâs difficult to break itã
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She stared at me intensely and lowered her sword.
ãWell, isnât it fine?ã
ãI think so too. Congratulation, Rinos, you passedã
ãThank you very much, lady Eril, teacherã
I bent my knee and lowered my head, even more careful than usual.
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Eril suddenly slashed at me. I couldnât react at all. Her sword stopped before reaching me again, the barrier was still in place.
ãDamn it, I canât relax with you around. You arenât adorable at allã
ãI would have lost a few lives if I was cute. I donât plan to part with my life until Elsa-sama permits meã
ãYou are speaking more and more like an adult right now. So annoyingã
ãWell, well, my lady. You can break my barrier that even I canât. You can feel proudã
ãThatâs why I hate men. You donât understand anythingã
Eril returned to her room.
ãStill, it seems we canât afford such mock battles anymore. Else, the mansion will turn into the desertã
Despite being far from the mansion, the land is full of sand, rocks, and craters. Originally, it was a grassy plain.
Since Eril joined my training sessions, it became increasingly severe. There was teacherâs fire magic at full power (LV) as well as the sword attacks from Eril.
Besides, these two people were perfectly coordinated. They were hitting the weaknesses in my barrier for sure. Although she had a wooden sword at first, gradually she started to use the real one. I lost count of how many times my barrier was broken by her. There were times when I received some serious injuries, almost being one step in the grave.
Besides that, the teacher told me to maintain the barrier at all times. Just like that, Iâm using the barrier even in my sleep right now. Of course, the barrier was consuming MP, but it seems that my regeneration during the sleep was keeping up with the drain, although there were some losses in resilience. Although I said that, the barrier will disappear if I completely lose my consciousness. Therefore, Eril came attacking me at night from time to time. This was pure madness. On the bright side, she only used the wooden sword. Of course, she still swung at full power. She broke my face many times.
I was desperate, my sleep was interrupted and I received some serious injuries. As the result, I somehow managed to keep my barrier active for the whole night. As a side effect, I gained an ability to detect presence and mana. Right now, not just Eril, but even teacher were attacking me at night. Nevertheless, thanks to the presence and mana detection, I was able to put up a barrier unconsciously.
When we just started the training, I often ended up with zero MP. So the teacher forced me to learn, with flaming arms clutching my chest, the MP absorption and leech off him.
ãIs it hot? This fire is made from mana. Suck this fire out of me! Hahaha! ã
....And I got the skill quite soon. Also, the level of my recovery magic was raised.
Eril too, I thought that she will teach me properly, but she forced me to roll around trying to dodge the incoming attacks. At first, I was tormented badly and received severe muscle pains. I do not particularly like pain, so I tried my hardest to dodge.
One year passed and I turned . I learned to dodge their attacks and received much fewer wounds.
By the way, my current status is like this:
Rinos (Slave Barrier Master, years old)
HP: MP: 13
Barrier Magic LV4 (Teacherâs fire magic (LV4) doesnât work anymore! I can deploy the barriers however I want!)
Fire Magic LV2(I can fire large fireballs! )
Water Magic LV2(I can create large amounts of water!)
Earth Magic LV1 (I can dig and bury holes!)
Recovery Magic LV3(I can heal severe burns and wounds! I can also heal diseases!)
Life Magic LV1
Chanting LV3
Appraisal Magic LV3
Sword Arts LV2
MP Recovery LV2
Presence Detection LV2
Mana Detection LV2
Mana Absorption LV1
Body Strengthening LV1
Evasion LV2
Etiquette LV1
Liberal Arts LV3
10 years old and Iâm on the level of the royal barrier master. Everything thanks to the intense training. Good kids shouldnât probably that though.
ãI have almost nothing to teach you. I think itâs time for you to do graduation practiceã
ãGraduation practice??ã
ãYes. In three days, depart for the Runo forest and hunt some monstersã
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It wasnât just me, Michelle and Cloud were the same. They were strangely curled up and followed behind me. Finia alone didnât seem to mind at all and was walking carefreely like Letina.
âFinia, arenât you nervous?â
âCompared to serving the Six Heroes, nobles here are nothing but a group of riff-raff.
Of course, the nobles and soldiers we passed by were incomparable to the Six Heroes. I suppose serving the table to the Six Heroes so often would harden her nerves like this, huh?
âItâs as Finia says. Just who among these nobles or even the royalty could even order Nicole around?â
âMainly you, Letina.â
âCan you stop carping like that!â
âSee?â
Her losing her calm like this was really like her.
By the time we recovered to our usual state, we finally arrived before one room.
There stood a simple yet solid door, which clearly seemed to provide a high level of soundproofing.
Letina readily knocked on the door using the knocker installed on it. A few seconds later, the door opened and Maxwell showed his face.
âLady Eligore, it is Letina Winne Yowi. I have brought Lady Nicole.â
âGood work. Please enter.â
She didnât name herself until the door opened because it was too thick to get her voice through.
We entered as told and were greeted by one girl.
She was a typical blue-eyed blond-haired elf. Her rich and luxurious hair reached down to her waist in waves.
Her facial features were extremely well-arranged, and I felt that she was unlike the sheltered girl that I heard of in the rumors, but instead felt a sun-like charisma similar to Letina.
âErr, nice to meet you, Iâm Nicole.â
âThank you for coming, miss Nicole. I have heard many rumors about you. I am Eligore III. The people behind you must be miss Michelle and miss Finia... and mister Cloud, yes?â
âY-Yes!â
âN-Nice to meet you...â
Being addressed by the next queen-to-be, Michelle answered while standing at attention, while Cloud sweated buckets while he mumbled the answer.
Finia didnât reply and left it at a simple bow. Some nobles hated being talked to so directly, so this might be a safer approach.
âIâm glad you seem to be kind people. I can safely entrust this commission to you.â
âCome now, stop standing petrified there and sit down.â
Maxwell, who stood by her side, urged us to sit on the chairs at the center.
Being nervous before the kingdomâs princess, we made our way to the chairs with unsteady steps.
Once she saw that we all sat down, Princess Eligore started to speak.
âThen, letâs start with... Miss Nicole, could you tell me the story of how you saved Lady Ashella?â
âLady Eligore, focus on the work first.â
âMaxwell, you are too formal. Isnât it fine to digress a bit?â
âIf she starts digressing right from the start, I cannot help but comment about it.â
I felt it had been quite a long time since Iâve seen Maxwell being led around like this.
Setting that aside, Eligore cleared her throat after being warned, and returned back to the topic.
âAhem, Maxwell is being noisy, so let me start with the commission details. You have already heard of Miss Finaâs matter, yes?â
âOf course, she is my sister, so I heard it right away.â
âI heard from Nicole!â
âM-Me... I mean, so have I.â
âAnd I was at the scene along with Lord Gadius.â
Everyone answered Eligoreâs question. It seemed this princess was the type to do whatever she wanted. I could see her blood relationship with Maxwell there.
âGood. As you are aware, the matter was already settled, so there is nothing to worry about in that regard. However, some problems still persist.â
âYou mean the discrimination of the half-demons, right?â
âYes. Did Maxwell tell you about that?â
âNo, Gadius.â
âAh, yes, I did tell him the commission details. Then it makes this conversation simpler.â
What she told us was mostly the same as what we heard from Gadius.
In short, in order to not drop the half-demon standing any further, Eligore, who was popular among the masses, would be traveling to Stollar with Cloud, who was a half-demon.
By displaying that to the citizens, they planned to mitigate their unfavorable opinions towards half-demons.
âAs such, I cannot take proper bodyguards with me. There were a few groups that I could trust and had half-demons, and among them, you have the top-level achievements, so I wanted to request it by any means, if possible.â
âYes, we have already heard of the details, so you have nothing to worry about in that regard. If we did not feel like accepting this, we would not have come here.â
Hearing my answer, Eligore put a hand on her chest in relief.
She had gorgeous features, but her gestures were giving off a friendly aura.
âIâm glad. Then I would like to set out before the kidnapping particulars spread among the citizens. It would not have much effect if we did it once it spreads and the negative feelings have already formed. Are you all fine with that?â
âYes, we came here for that reason. We can depart any time.â
âIâm glad to hear it. Then letâs do it in thirty minutes.â
âIn thirty minutes.â
I asked back feeling like I misheard it, but she responded back as if to emphasize the point.
Wait, wasnât that a little too fast, no matter how you look at it?!
âWorry not. I have already finished the travel preparations. And Maxwell has been teaching me how to act on long trips.â
âWait wait, are you sure youâre going to be fine? It would take over a week from here to Stollar!â
We had to show ourselves in public, so what would teleporting achieve? Maxwell seemed to be confused after getting dragged into her pace.
At any rate, if she wanted to depart in thirty minutes, we had to follow her intentions.
Though I said we could depart at any moment, I expected that it would be afternoon or something. I didnât expect to say thirty minutes.
Though we were the ones leading this trip as the experienced Adventurers, she was still royalty. It was better to compromise where we could. | {
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The merchant who made this sudden request would make up for some of his losses with the reward from turning them in.
âI did not think you would subjugate them in mere hours. How in the world did you...â
âThat aside, this guy survived but, isnât he in an awful shape?â
Heath pointed at the man with a crushed crotch who still hadnât woken up. We did cast Cure Light on him, so he shouldnât die at least.
âWe gave him first-aid treatment just in case, so he should be fine.â
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âIt was completely crushed at first.â
âI-I see. That sounds frightening...â
Heath answered weakly at my explanation. Well, I was a guy at heart, so I could understand his feelings. That sĖ˛hĖ˛iĖ˛tĖ˛ hurts. I mean, well, girls would feel pain too if hit in the same place, but still.
âSo, what about their hideout?â
âOh yeah, they were settled inside a rock cliff at the riverside, so we smoked them out and exterminated them thoroughly. There shouldnât be any escapees.â
âI see. But if we leave that place be, other bandits could settle in.â
âSo I want you guys to hand them over to the guards. If you do, they will properly investigate their headquarters too.â
âGot it, leave that to us. We owe you one for this matter.â
Heath offered Leon a handshake, which he returned.
But then, he glanced back at the fainted man once more and muttered.
âStill... Who did this?â
âThat was Finiââ
âIt was Lady Nicole!â
Finia interrupted my words with unusual force. She was probably just that flustered, but it looked adorable. I felt like teasing her a bit.
âBut the first attack came from you, Finia. You did that âYah!â from below.â
âI did hit them, but it shouldnât have dealt so much damage! It was your kick after it that finished him off, you know, Lady Nicole?â
âOh I donât know, maybe that did happen?â
As Finia clung to my arm to stop me while I was playing dumb, I suddenly remember something I had to tell her.
âRight. Weâll have to talk a bit after this.â
âHuh, talk?â
âYeah. Remember that we collided earlier?â
âYes.â
I brought up the topic of crashing into each other in the earlier battle. Hearing that, Finia let go of my arm and fixed her posture.
The tiny hut we were in was only there to guard against wind and rain, so there wasnât even a table or chairs around.
The way she sat on her knees on the floor with a serious expression seemed a little comedic.
âDuring the training camp, I had moved behind while the vanguard was left to Cloud whoâs a tank, and you, but now that both of us are attackers, our positions during the battle can overlap quite often, okay?â
âI see. With Lady Letina out and me joining the party, we have become quite attack-oriented.â
Heath had sensed that we were talking about something important, so he took the bandits outside the hut.
It was still dangerous to spend a night with scoundrels in such a tiny hut. Much less when children like me and Michelle were here too. There was no harm in being careful.
With Heath taking them out to camp, he probably thought that the danger would lessen even if for a bit.
It would look absolutely stupid to be camping outside when the hut was right there, but considering the situation, it couldnât be helped.
After glancing at them, I continued talking to Finia who was still on her knees.
âYou donât have to sit so properly. Itâs not like Iâm lecturing you, okay? Anyway, I think we need to change our positioning a little from now on.â
âPositioning...? I believe it is not something so easily changed.â
âYes. But if we change our weapons, it would have to change.â
âLady Nicole, are you planning to stop using a katana?â
âWhy did you suddenly assume that I would be the one changing my weapon?â
It wasnât easy to change my combat style centered at the front line that I had stuck to since my previous life. Lyell and I, who were both vanguards, have collided with each other quite a lot.
But since we had Cortina with her extraordinary leadership skill, she corrected our mistakes in the blink of an eye.
That said, we didnât have anyone like that now. This meant we were forced to change the way we fought.
And above all, the frontline was a dangerous position. My real feeling was that I didnât want to keep Finia there and get her severely injured.
Ideally, I would want her away from battles entirely, but the various circumstances and her wishes could not be changed.
âThen, are you telling me to fall back? My mastery of magic is still not so good that I have mastered offensive magic...â
âThatâs it. Unlike me, you have a lot of variation with your spells, so I want you to stay slightly away. That way, you will have more time to cast various support spells.â
Finia could use the four elements, so she had various support spells in her reserve.
Particularly, it would be great if she cast things like the Fire Weapon spell that clad weapons in flame or Water Shield that reduced the flame damage taken.
But if she stayed at the frontlines, she would almost never have time to chant them.
âBut with my weapon...â
âI have that covered. Hereâs a magic weapon I got from a certain, âself-proclaimed,â God.â
As Finia argued back, I showed her the oscillating dagger. Since it could change into a spear at will, it could be called a perfect weapon for her positioning.
It had a weakness of harsh magic consumption, but Iâm sure she could master it, given her elven blood that excelled in magic.
âA... dagger?â
âOr so it seems, but if you do thisââ
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. I guess this simply showed the gap in the womanly experience between us...? | {
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ãæ ãŖãĻããã | I guess they thought I was going to die on the expedition, but since I came back, I became popular.
As I chewed on my sandwich, I ignored the people around me while they ignored my inattention and just kept talking to me.
I wanted to eat quietly because I wanted to think about things....
âWhere the hell did Chibi learn to fight like that?â
âHey, how did you survive in that deadly forest?â
âDo you have a master? If you donât mind, Iâd like to know his name!â
âChibi! Ask me anything you want to know!â
None of them called me Ria, so Iâd never answer them!
âPlease! Just tell me your masterâs name, Master Ria!â
Someone finally called my name.
Oh my, I havenât heard my name called in ages.
âI donât have a master.â
I answered and put the sandwich in my mouth again.
Oh, this was a ham sandwich. How delicious. The chef in this castle must be top-notch.
âThen, did you learn all of these skills on your own?â
âHow can such a small body accomplish such big things? No, it must be because youâre small.â
Everyone was whispering, their voices lower than usual, but I was too busy eating my sandwich to listen to them.
My brother taught me swordsmanship at first, and Uncle Will taught me magic, but I eventually learned the skills with my own efforts.... I donât really have anyone I could call a mentor.
âI wish the prince would be more interested in me, too.â
âThen you should improve your swordsmanship.â
Someone said this, and Victorâs voice echoed in my ears. Everyone turned around at once.
See, everyoneâs faces turned pale because of his sudden appearance.
âSorry, we humbly apologize!â
The man who had just uttered the line stood up and bowed his head vigorously at a -degree angle.
âJust get on with your training.â
Victor said in a troubled tone, and all of them said âYesâ in unison and started running.
What? We were still in the middle of lunch? What about my ham sandwich?
I reluctantly got up and started to run, only to be grabbed by the collar from behind.
âYou stay here.â
âWhy?â
I shouted a little angrily without looking at the princeâs face. I stared blankly at the backs of the soldiers, which were getting smaller and smaller.
If I were the only one favored by the prince in this way, I might get bullied, you know? Well, I doubt they would bully me, but I am sure at least a few of them would not welcome me with open arms.
âI have a job for you, brat.â
âEh~, youâll have to pay me more per hour.â
âWhat are you talking about? Iâm giving you a super important job right now.â
Victor grabbed me by the collar and wheeled me around so that I was face to face with the prince. His yellow-green eyes reflect my disgusted expression. | {
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Uu~ Sniff......Hm, itâs already morning, huh......Yaawn~. However, the ground was hard and I couldnât really sleep.
Though Iâve had to sleep on the hard floor for the last two days...... Why did it turn out like this?
âHaah~......â
Today is the war with my brethren.......
I was determined to fight, but Iâm inside a humanâs body. Maybe my thoughts have become too naive. I tried to talk to those low ranking demons yesterday and I still want, in a corner of my heart, explain these things to Figueroa who belongs to the top brass...... Just what the hell happened to me?
âKu~ ku~â
That sleeping appearance of Bertra...... Her body was curled up, her mouth looked like that of a catâs and her hair looked like cat ears. No matter how I look at her she looks like a cat...... Could it be that she was actually a Cat Beastman?
So, what about the old manâ
âGuga-Gu...............Gaâ
Heâs sleeping while sitting in Seiza?! Donât sleep so well while in that posture. How nervous was he?......Hm? Wait a second, for how long were you asleep? What about keeping watch?! Oi!!
Huh? Erin should have slept next to the old man. Though the sheet is there why canât I see her? Where did she gâ Cold, what is it? Something dripped on my face. Could it be rain? Itâs sunny though.
âKuka~â
That ****** Spirit!! Did you sleep in the air because you didnât like sleeping on the ground?! How are you so dexterous...... â Wait a minute, that water dripping from above of me is coming from her big mouth......! This is saliva, isnât it?!
âWha, whas nya matter?! Ish it an enyemy?!ââGuga~â
âUurg......No more of Bellâs soup~......Munyaâ
You, were you forced to eat this, not only in reality, but also inside your dream?!
â......â
It has become reality......
âAs weâll have to lie in wait close to Figueroaâs hideout, please eat with hasteâ
We started the day with Bertra Soup. I canât escape it anymore, can I?
Eei! I canât fight on an empty stomach! I donât know if one can even call this food, but Iâll just pour everything in all at once!
âUgu- uguâUpuhâ
âOh, as expected from Sir Hero. Having a good appetite starting off in the morningâ
I actually donât want to eat this, but thereâs no way around it!
âD-Dale......Donât overdo it......â
âNow then, Erin you should also eat quicklyâ
âAh...... I donât really haveâ Eh, Wait! Dale! Why did you grab my face?! Doh ohen ma mouh!! Stoooh! Nhooooooooooooo!! (Donât open my mouth!! Stop! Noooooooo!) Ugu- uguâ Upuh......Gakuâ
I canât be the only one who has to taste such pain! I shall share that feeling with you, you *******! This is revenge for this morning!
âDonât play with food, good grief. If youâre done eating, please clean up and prepare for departure...... Hm? Whatâs the matter? Is there something on my face?â
Hmm, Iâm really curious about Bertraâs âCat Earsâ. Are they real?
âBertra, could I ask you something?â
âWhat is it?â
âWhatâs with that hair......â
Ah, she covered those ears at the same time I said that...... So that means itâs what I thought it was.
âThi-this is just bedhairâ
What kind of bedhair is that?
âWhy did it turn out like this? I usually fix it, but...... I couldnât do that because thereâs no water in this place......â
âI think it looks rather cute, though...... Eh, ouch! Stop! Donât scratch me!â (Darryl)
âHiisssâ!!â
All I can see is an old person playing with a Cat Beastman.......
âGood grief, because you were dawdling the battle on the plains has already begun!â
âItâs not my, huff huff â fault! Itâs because, that Erin huff huffâ has fallen asleep again! Haah, haahâ
âI didnât fall asleep again! Itâs because of Bertraâs soup!â
âWha!? What does any of that have to do with my soup?!â
âShut up, you brats. If you have time to talk than continue running!â
****! It took a while to wake up Erin so we ended up having to sprint all the way to Figueroa.
Moreover, we couldnât use horses inside the forest. Whatâs with this? Like this we will be exhausted even before the battle. I mean, Iâm the only one whoâs out of breath, how shameful. Iâm angry that I donât know how to fly like that Erin!
ââ Stop, weâre already close to Figueroaâs base. Letâs advance with caution.â
What a relief. If I had to run any further than this I might really have died before the battle.
Hm? The old man is beckoning me. It canât be, this cliff......
âApparently the demons around Figueroa also went to the front line as planned. Itâs really almost completely unguarded...... Thatâs good, I was worried that we were too late.â
âOn the contrary, it might have been a good thing, you know? Figueroa, concerned about the front lines, is looking around irritated.â
Figueroa skilfully crossed his four arms and tapped the floor with his foot, which was that guyâs habit when he was irritated.
Aah, for that guy to look around that much he must be pretty concerned. It seems Alumgamâs soldiers seem to push him back more than expected, for some reason.
â......So, who will execute the surprise attack?â
Iâd be glad if it were Bertra or the old man who would do it, butâ
âOf course, itâs this strongest combi of me and Dale!â
I knew that lass would go and say this, Hooowever! Thatâs why I came up with a way to properly answer to her.
âRejected. What are you saying? My swordsmanship is bad, the possibility of the surprise attack failing is pretty high...... How about Bertra or the old man......â
Thatâs what I said, but...... As I thought, talking bad about myself makes me pretty sad.
âCome on, Dale, how about you use your head a little~?â
I donât want to hear that from you, you *******!
âEven if your swordsmanship is bad, Absohaze can absorb magical power from anywhere you stab it into, so if you convert magical power to physical power youâd be able to jump from that cliff and come out unhurt. Itâs an easy win!â
I want to hit that gloating face of yours so badly. I so want to knock you off of your damn feet.
âFumu, I see. If you stand straight and jump head first down that cliff with the sword held above your head, sword skills donât really matter and itâs not clear that Darryl-sama or me could decide it in a single blow.â
Huh? This progression...... I have a bad feeling.
âThatâs right, it may be better for Sir Hero, who has a sword that can absorb and neutralize magical power wherever itâs pierced into, to do itâ
Guaaaaaah! How did it turn out like thaaat?!?
âDale-dono, you and Erin doing this is the more certain option. Please prepare yourselfâ
I seriously want to pull on those cat ears.......
âPleeease leave it to uuus!â
I want to kick that spirit with all my strength and send her flying....... | {
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While leaving the mansion, Philly, Milka, Eric, Goran, and Dorgo saw us off at the door.
âWell, Iâm sure youâll be safe, but donât let your guard down.â
âLocke. Give my regards to Danton.â
âI will. Also, Eric and Goran. Look after Philly and Milka while Iâm away.â
âLeave it to us. I will keep an eye on them.â
My mansion was very close to the palace if you used the secret passage.
I would be very relieved if Eric made sure they were okay.
I gave Philly and Milka communication bracelets as well.
âIf something happens, call me with this.â
âI know.â
âI understand!â
âAnd it doesnât have to be anything serious. It would be worse if you didnât think something was important and it turned out to be much worse.â
âOkay. Got it!â
âIf youâre not sure, just call.â âDonât worry. I understand.â
âYou help protect them too, Tama.â
âWoof!â
Tama was very reliable.
And then I turned to Dorgo.
âI will do what I can. And Mister Locke...I hope you will do the same for my daughter.â
âYouâre one to talk.â
Kathe said confidently, but Dorgo was quick to object.
After that, we walked to the outskirts of the royal capital.
As we were quite a crowd, the guards were surprised at first, but they let us through.
Then we walked a little further until there was some distance between us and the city.
This was so Kathe could transform into a dragon.
âAlright, alright.â
âHey, Miss Kathe, what are you doing!?â
Serulis and Luchila looked embarrassed as Kathe started to get undressed.
âTurn around Mister Locke!â
When I turned around, Grulf also turned around.
Adventurers usually didnât care about nudity.
When on the road, people often had to change and bathe in the same place.
As a B-Rank Adventurer, Shia did not react. Neither did Nia.
Perhaps it was because Nia was raised among so many other Adventurers.
âHmm? Why are you so flustered, Serulis?â
Kathe said to her dumbly.
âTo get naked in front of a man! It is a disgrace!â
âIs that so? It must be tough being human.â
âYou must be careful when in human form!â
âAlright. I understand.â
Kathe seemed satisfied enough with this.
And then she turned into a dragon.
âMister Locke. Itâs fine now.â
Kathe was covering her face with her hands.
âAnd weâve already seen you as a dragon.â
âIt got embarrassing when I started thinking about it.:
I didnât quite understand dragons. But Iâm sure Iâd get used to it.
And with that, we got onto Katheâs back.
It wasnât the first time that Shia, Nia, Grulf, And Lord Gerberga had ridden on her.
Though, Shia and Nia still looked a little nervous. Grulf was quick and careful as he climbed up.
âItâs your first time, isnât it Luchila and Serulis?â
âYe-yes.â
âOh, yes.â
âJust say if you need any help climbing up.â
âIâm fine!â
Serulis hopped up and pulled herself to the top.
She was strong because she trained every day.
âItâs probably hard for you, Luchila?â
âIâm sorry.â
I picked up Luchila while Lord Gerberga was perched on my shoulder. Then I got onto Katheâs back.
âNow, you are all on. I am going to fly now so hold on tight to my scales.â
Kathe rose into the air a little slower than usual.
She was being considerate of Luchila and Serulis.
And then she slowly gained speed as she flew.
Luchila clutched my arm in terror.
Serulis also looked very tense as she held on to the scales.
Shia and Nia also looked a little nervous.
âDo you know where it is, Kathe?â
âOf course, I do. I saw it on a map.â
We were traveling slowly by Katheâs standards. By the time twenty minutes had passed, we could see lots of people below us.
There were probably about in all.
There were old people and children too. It wasnât just warriors.
âIs that...â
âIt is the beastkin tribe.â
âYour tribe is that big, Shia?â
âNo, ours is about people... Perhaps neighboring tribes have come as well.â
Shia and Nia smiled.
âIâm going to land now!â
So saying, Kathe slowly started to descend.
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(ææ) | Although much tougher to observe, this same thing is happening with surveillance equipment.
NSA-style mass surveillance is enabling local police departments to gather vast quantities of sensitive information about each and every one of us in a way that was never previously possible.
Location information can be very sensitive.
If you drive your car around the United States, it can reveal if you go to a therapist, attend an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, if you go to church or if you don't go to church.
And when that information about you is combined with the same information about everyone else, the government can gain a detailed portrait of how private citizens interact.
This information used to be private.
Thanks to modern technology, the government knows far too much about what happens behind closed doors.
And local police departments make decisions about who they think you are based on this information.
One of the key technologies driving mass location tracking is the innocuous-sounding Automatic License Plate Reader.
If you haven't seen one, it's probably because you didn't know what to look for -- they're everywhere.
Mounted on roads or on police cars, Automatic License Plate Readers capture images of every passing car and convert the license plate into machine-readable text so that they can be checked against hot lists of cars potentially wanted for wrongdoing.
But more than that, increasingly, local police departments are keeping records not just of people wanted for wrongdoing, but of every plate that passes them by, resulting in the collection of mass quantities of data about where Americans have gone.
Did you know this was happening?
When Mike Katz-Lacabe asked his local police department for information about the plate reader data they had on him, this is what they got: in addition to the date, time and location, the police department had photographs that captured where he was going and often who he was with.
The second photo from the top is a picture of Mike and his two daughters getting out of their car in their own driveway.
The government has hundreds of photos like this And if you drive a car in the United States, I would bet money that they have photographs like this of you going about your daily life.
Mike hasn't done anything wrong.
Why is it okay that the government is keeping all of this information?
The reason it's happening is because, as the cost of storing this data has plummeted, the police departments simply hang on to it, just in case it could be useful someday.
The issue is not just that one police department is gathering this information in isolation or even that multiple police departments are doing it.
At the same time, the federal government is collecting all of these individual pots of data, and pooling them together into one vast database with hundreds of millions of hits, showing where Americans have traveled.
This document from the Federal Drug Enforcement Administration, which is one of the agencies primarily interested in this, is one of several that reveal the existence of this database.
Meanwhile, in New York City, the NYPD has driven police cars equipped with license plate readers past mosques in order to figure out who is attending.
The uses and abuses of this technology aren't limited to the United States.
In the U.K., the police department put 80-year-old John Kat on a plate reader watch list after he had attended dozens of lawful political demonstrations where he liked to sit on a bench and sketch the attendees.
License plate readers aren't the only mass location tracking technology available to law enforcement agents today.
Through a technique known as a cell tower dump, law enforcement agents can uncover who was using one or more cell towers at a particular time, a technique which has been known to reveal the location of tens of thousands and even hundreds of thousands of people.
Also, using a device known as a StingRay, law enforcement agents can send tracking signals inside people's houses to identify the cell phones located there.
And if they don't know which house to target, they've been known to drive this technology around through whole neighborhoods.
Just as the police in Ferguson possess high-tech military weapons and equipment, so too do police departments across the United States possess high-tech surveillance gear.
Just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it's not there.
The question is, what should we do about this?
I think this poses a serious civil liberties threat.
History has shown that once the police have massive quantities of data, tracking the movements of innocent people, it gets abused, maybe for blackmail, maybe for political advantage, or maybe for simple voyeurism.
Fortunately, there are steps we can take.
Local police departments can be governed by the city councils, which can pass laws requiring the police to dispose of the data about innocent people while allowing the legitimate uses of the technology to go forward.
Thank you.
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âAnybody? Is anybody in!?â
I woke up to the sound of door knocks and a sudden voice.
Ha-? No good, no good. It seems I dozed off.
But still, what a horrible dream. Itâs been a while since Iâve had a flashback to the dark history of my old life.
Today is a fixed holiday for the shop, so Mum and Dad are at the market buying ingredients. My sister Timu is apparently out playing with Pervert (Nielson). Right now Iâm at home alone taking care of the house.
And on a day off like this, a sudden visitor came in the early afternoon.
Who could it be?
All the regular customers know that weâre off today. Even if itâs a customer that didnât know, thereâs a sign out front, so they shouldâve noticed but...
While feeling confused about this, I stood up and headed to the door.
And when I opened the door, there was...
A beautiful face like a work of art. Incredibly clear white skin. Long hair that shone gold. A beauty with such perfect proportions that even a first-rate model would pale in defeat.
And finally, what drew the eyes more than any of that, were the distinctive pointed ears...
Right; there stood the typical fantasy being, an elf.
âE-, Elf...â
âI am indeed an elf. My name is Remilia. Thereâs a little something Iâd like to inquire about, you see...â
âElf. IT HAS COOOOOME!â
My excitement showing no signs of receding, I hugged Remilia and began touching her body all over without restraint.
Aaah~ This is an elfâs body? Itâs sooo soft! Arms, legs, hips, breast; I diligently rubbed and hugged each part.
âO-, Oi. W-, What are you doing all of a sudden!â
I ignored Remilia, and hugging her more tightly, I began to sniff.
Sniff, sniff~
S-, So this is the scent of an elf...? What a complex fragrance! I canât stand this. I canât stop.
Hahh, hahh, elf. Hahh, hahh, elf.
âO-, Oi, stop it! What are you thinking!â
âHahh, hahh, Remilia. Smells so good...â
âCut it out. Let go! ...Mu! Youâre quite strong despite your looks.â
Hahh, hahh, Remilia. Youâre the best!
My excitement further escalated, and I began to lick those finely pointed ears.
âH-, Hyaan! Y-, YOU!â
âHyaaahoooo!â
After having my fill of Remilia, I parted from her and dashed outside the shop. And then, as I looked into the sky, I recalled my previous life in Japan. I had faith that this sky was connected to the one in Japan, as I took a deep breath.
And then...
âSERRRVESSS YOUUUU RIGHTTTTTT! Inoue, you really loved elves right? I hugged an elf you know. I sniffed one you know. And I nibbled their ear you know. Do you know what an elfâs ear tastes like? Ehehe, an elfâs ear tastes like elf âĒ What âfind a jobâ? Will finding a job let you meet elves? Will it let you touch elves? Smell elves? ITâS MY WIN! HYAAAHOOOOO! IâM THA WINNER, YAAAAY!â
âY-, You fool!â
While I yelled loudly towards the sky, Remilia thrust the sword at her waist towards me. Seeing that bloodthirst, my mind jolted back to reality.
âHa-! What on earth have I been doing...?
When I had come back to my senses, I noticed that Remiliaâs face was bright red, and that the tip of a sword was pointed right in front of my eyes.
âHiee-, I-, Iâm sorry. Iâm very sorry, h-, hey donât stab me!â
The sword shone with a black lustre and seemed to be very sharp. Is it a famous sword?
E-, Even though sheâs an elf, sheâs not using a bow, is she. Or so I was thinking, when the tip of the sword began to draw closer and closer.
âUwahh! W-, Wait a moment, wait. Youâre stabbing me!â
âHmph, youâre rude... Iâll have you die!â
âHi-, h-, hwaaaah, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Wahh-, they were lying when they said that death would cure stupidity, werenât theyyy. I died once, but Iâm not cured at alll! Hii-, waah, waahhh, hic-, s-, sorry, Timu. Forgive your unfortunate sister for leaving this world firstt. Hic-, wahh, hii-, wahhhh, donât stab meee!â
I begged her as tears ran from my eyes, without paying attention to how I looked. When I did, perhaps my desperation was conveyed to Remilia, because the bloodthirst in her eyes weakened.
ââTsk. The next time will cost you your life!â
âY-, Yes. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â
I-, It seems I somehow got her to forgive me. Remilia is too scary.
Ahh~ But still, my old disease relapsed. Even though I thought I was curedâ
How dreadful. Is this the so-called charm of an elf? In my old life I died from jumping in front of a truck, and in this life I almost died from sexually harassing an elf. There really should be a limit to stupidity.
âAnd so, what was it that you wanted to ask me?â
Fixing gears, I invited Remilia into the shop, and asked her about her original goal.
âUmu. The truth is, last month I assumed office as Chief of the Capitalâs Public Safety Force, but these last few days, an ominous eddy of mana in the north-west was detected from the Capital.â
âAn ominous mana...?â
âThatâs right. Almost like the mana of the demons that rampaged in the Great War of old. And it was close to Beruga Town that the mana was the strongest. If the demons resurrected, then it would be very dangerous. Have you heard any relevant rumors around here?â
âPff-, ahahaha! Remilia, thereâs no way Iâve heard such a bloody story in a rural place like this.â
âT-, That shouldnât be the case! At the very least, I even managed to collide with a large mana in my search yesterday. There should be some kind of information. Are there any missing townsfolk? People found brutally murdered or the like?â
âNo, far from any dead people, nobody has even been wounded.â
âThen have any suspicious people or groups been spotted? On the way here, I received eyewitness reports from villagers about seeing an unknown group.â
âLike I saidd, thereâs nobody like that. Itâs peaceful in these parts. Those reports were probably talking about people who gathered from far away for an event.â
event
, you wouldnât understand, right? Ummm, I suppose you could say people who are having fun acting as the Demon King Armyââ
âDemon King Army!?â
âNo, no. They arenât actually the real Demon King Army, itâs just an event where they pretend to be the Demon King Army to have fun.â
âWhat kind of game is that? I donât understand it. Explain!â
ââUmmm, basically, you see, they pretend to be the Demon King Army and pretend to fight. For example, firing spells called Star Freya, or...â
âStar Freya! Thatâs the ancient and ultimate spell that only the demon Camilla could use, you know!â
âNo, no, I suppose you could say that itâs a novice magic that they pretend is an ultimate magicâ Hmmm, explaining is pretty hard, huh~â
âEEI! Weâre making no progress. Do you know the person in charge of that event? Iâll ask him for the details.â
âThe one whoâs in charge of the event is Mr. Hidler.â
âHidler, you say! Thatâs the name of the demon feared as the right hand man of the Demon King, you know!â
âNo, like I said, thatâs also just the name that heâs going by. His real name is something else. What is his real name, anyway...? I donât know it.â
But still, that event really outdid itself, huh. So Mr. Hidler made sure to use the name of a real demon from the ancient war. Speaking of which, Timu is going as Camilla after all, so wasnât it obvious that Hidler wasnât his real name?
âThatâs enough. Then could you guide me to the place where the event was being held?â
âEh!? Remilia, could it be that youâre going to arrest the participants?â
âIâm just going to make sure that they arenât demons. If theyâre really just playing, Iâm not going to arrest them. Only, theyâd be quite an imprudent bunch, so I might give them a stern warning though.â
Aahh~ Why has Remilia been so serious about these imaginary Demon Kings or demons or whatever...
âHa-!? Itâs that!
Right, itâs like in my old life those rookie detectives who grew up watching and admiring police dramas. Right, right, in police dramas theyâd get into gunfights with criminals at the drop of a hat, or places would be invaded by terrorists, but real life isnât like that.
Remilia said that she just entered the Capitalâs Public Safety Force, so sheâs probably a bit too passionate. I guess sheâs misunderstanding the culpritâs mana as âthe Demon King is resurrectingâ or âdemons are doing bad thingsâ or the like. Even though that stuff isnât real.
If she sees Timu and the others playing, Remilia should understand that itâs just play as well.
But...
Remilia seems like the type that would be a stickler for the rules. She seems the type who would say things like âthe crime of bringing chaos to the worldâ or âdisrespect towards the royal familyâ and arrest Mr. Hidler and all the working dads.
In other words, if I bring Remilia there, this is how itâll play out.
ãYou lot! Youâre under arrest for the crime of lèse-majestÊ, for doing this disrespectful nonsense!ã
ãP-, Please wait. This is simply a game, andâã
ãYou would mock the royal family as a game! You become more and more disgraceful. This is a heavy crime. Capital punishment!ã
ãD-, Dear, it canât be! Why would you do such a...ã
ãWaaaah, Papa. Are you going to be arrested?ã
ãT-, To think the company president would so something like...ã
ãWhat are we employees going to do without the president...?ã
Hmmmm, just thinking about it seems like it would trouble Mr. Hidler, the people participating, and all their families!
And whatâs more, Timu is participating right now. At this rate, even Timu might get arrested and be stuck with a criminal record. I need to stop Remilia no matter what.
âAhh~ Remilia, speaking of which, Iâve remembered. I spotted a suspicious customer here at the restaurant. He seemed kind of demon-ey.â
âW-, What did you say!? What were his characteristics?â
âU-, Um~mm, he was wearing a hood so I couldnât actually see his face. But I heard him talk about hiding in the Capital.â
âI see. I appreciate your cooperation. I shall immediately return to the Capital and investigate.â
Mn, mn, please do. Itâs the Capital, so you can probably find plenty of suspicious thieves or criminals if you search there. Itâs for the sake of the world that you arrest people like that instead of looking for Demon Kings and demons. Try your best, okay~? | {
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ãŠãããããã¨ãããããžãã | The question of transformation in Africa really is a question of leadership.
Africa can only be transformed by enlightened leaders.
And it is my contention that the manner in which we educate our leaders is fundamental to progress on this continent.
I want to tell you some stories that explain my view.
We all heard about the importance of stories yesterday.
An American friend of mine this year volunteered as a nurse in Ghana, and in a period of three months she came to a conclusion about the state of leadership in Africa that had taken me over a decade to reach.
Twice she was involved in surgeries where they lost power at the hospital.
The emergency generators did not start.
There was not a flashlight, not a lantern, not a candle -- pitch black.
The patient's cut open, twice.
The first time it was a C-section.
Thankfully, baby was out -- mother and child survived.
The second time was a procedure that involved local anesthesia.
Anesthetic wears off. The patient feels pain.
He's crying. He's screaming. He's praying.
Pitch black. Not a candle, not a flashlight.
And that hospital could have afforded flashlights.
They could have afforded to purchase these things, but they didn't.
And it happened twice.
Another time, she watched in horror as nurses watched a patient die because they refused to give her oxygen that they had.
And so three months later, just before she returned to the United States, nurses in Accra go on strike.
And her recommendation is take this opportunity to fire everyone, start all over again.
Start all over again.
Now what does this have to do with leadership?
You see, the folks at the ministry of health, the hospital administrators, the doctors, the nurses -- who get an education after secondary school.
They are the elite. They are our leaders.
Their decisions, their actions matter.
And when they fail, a nation literally suffers.
So when I speak of leadership, I'm not talking about just political leaders.
We've heard a lot about that.
I'm talking about the elite.
Those who've been trained, whose job it is to be the guardians of their society.
The lawyers, the judges, the policemen, the doctors, the engineers, the civil servants -- those are the leaders.
And we need to train them right.
Now, my first pointed and memorable experience with leadership in Ghana occurred when I was 16 years old.
We had just had a military coup, and soldiers were pervasive in our society.
They were a pervasive presence.
And one day I go to the airport to meet my father, and as I walk up this grassy slope from the car park to the terminal building, I'm stopped by two soldiers wielding AK-47 assault weapons.
And they asked me to join a crowd of people that were running up and down this embankment.
Why? Because the path I had taken was considered out of bounds.
No sign to this effect.
Now, I was 16. I was very worried about what my peers at school might think if they saw me running up and down this hill.
I was especially concerned of what the girls might think.
And so I started to argue with these men.
It was a little reckless, but you know, I was 16.
I got lucky.
A Ghana Airways pilot falls into the same predicament.
Because of his uniform they speak to him differently, and they explain to him that they're just following orders.
So he takes their radio, talks to their boss, and gets us all released.
What lessons would you take from an experience like this?
Several, for me.
Leadership matters. Those men are following the orders of a superior officer.
I learned something about courage.
It was important not to look at those guns.
And I also learned that it can be helpful to think about girls.
So a few years after this event, I leave Ghana on a scholarship to go to Swarthmore College for my education.
It was a breath of fresh air.
You know, the faculty there didn't want us to memorize information and repeat back to them as I was used to back in Ghana.
They wanted us to think critically.
They wanted us to be analytical.
They wanted us to be concerned about social issues.
In my economics classes I got high marks for my understanding of basic economics.
But I learned something more profound than that, which is that the leaders -- the managers of Ghana's economy -- were making breathtakingly bad decisions that had brought our economy to the brink of collapse.
And so here was this lesson again -- leadership matters.
It matters a great deal.
But I didn't really fully understand what had happened to me at Swarthmore.
I had an inkling, but I didn't fully realize it until I went out into the workplace and I went to work at Microsoft Corporation.
And I was part of this team -- this thinking, learning team whose job it was to design and implement new software that created value in the world.
And it was brilliant to be part of this team.
It was brilliant.
And I realized just what had happened to me at Swarthmore, this transformation -- the ability to confront problems, complex problems, and to design solutions to those problems.
The ability to create is the most empowering thing that can happen to an individual.
And I was part of that.
Now, while I was at Microsoft, the annual revenues of that company grew larger than the GDP of the Republic of Ghana.
And by the way, it's continued to.
The gap has widened since I left.
Now, I've already spoken about one of the reasons why this has occurred.
I mean, it's the people there who are so hardworking, persistent, creative, empowered.
But there were also some external factors: free markets, the rule of law, infrastructure.
These things were provided by institutions run by the people that I call leaders.
And those leaders did not emerge spontaneously.
Somebody trained them to do the work that they do.
Now, while I was at Microsoft, this funny thing happened.
I became a parent.
And for the first time, Africa mattered more to me than ever before.
Because I realized that the state of the African continent would matter to my children and their children.
That the state of the world -- the state of the world depends on what's happening to Africa, as far as my kids would be concerned.
And at this time, when I was going through what I call my "pre-mid-life crisis," Africa was a mess.
Somalia had disintegrated into anarchy.
Rwanda was in the throes of this genocidal war.
And it seemed to me that that was the wrong direction, and I needed to be back helping.
I couldn't just stay in Seattle and raise my kids in an upper-middle class neighborhood and feel good about it.
This was not the world that I'd want my children to grow up in.
So I decided to get engaged, and the first thing that I did was to come back to Ghana and talk with a lot of people and really try to understand what the real issues were.
And three things kept coming up for every problem: corruption, weak institutions and the people who run them -- the leaders.
Now, I was a little scared because when you see those three problems, they seem really hard to deal with.
And they might say, "Look, don't even try."
But, for me, I asked the question, "Well, where are these leaders coming from?
What is it about Ghana that produces leaders that are unethical or unable to solve problems?"
So I went to look at what was happening in our educational system.
And it was the same -- learning by rote -- from primary school through graduate school.
Very little emphasis on ethics, and the typical graduate from a university in Ghana has a stronger sense of entitlement than a sense of responsibility.
This is wrong.
So I decided to engage this particular problem.
Because it seems to me that every society, every society, must be very intentional about how it trains its leaders.
And Ghana was not paying enough attention.
And this is true across sub-Saharan Africa, actually.
So this is what I'm doing now.
I'm trying to bring the experience that I had at Swarthmore to Africa.
I wish there was a liberal arts college in every African country.
I think it would make a huge difference.
And what Ashesi University is trying to do is to train a new generation of ethical, entrepreneurial leaders.
We're trying to train leaders of exceptional integrity, who have the ability to confront the complex problems, ask the right questions, and come up with workable solutions.
I'll admit that there are times when it seems like "Mission: Impossible," but we must believe that these kids are smart.
That if we involve them in their education, if we have them discuss the real issues that they confront -- that our whole society confronts -- and if we give them skills that enable them to engage the real world, that magic will happen.
Now, a month into this project, we'd just started classes.
And a month into it, I come to the office, and I have this email from one of our students.
And it said, very simply, "I am thinking now."
And he signs off, "Thank you."
It's such a simple statement.
But I was moved almost to tears because I understood what was happening to this young man.
And it is an awesome thing to be a part of empowering someone in this way.
I am thinking now.
This year we challenged our students to craft an honor code themselves.
There's a very vibrant debate going on on campus now over whether they should have an honor code, and if so, what it should look like.
One of the students asked a question that just warmed my heart.
Can we create a perfect society?
Her understanding that a student-crafted honor code constitutes a reach towards perfection is incredible.
Now, we cannot achieve perfection, but if we reach for it, then we can achieve excellence.
I don't know ultimately what they will do.
I don't know whether they will decide to have this honor code.
But the conversation they're having now -- about what their good society should look like, what their excellent society should look like, is a really good thing.
Am I out of time? OK.
Now, I just wanted to leave that slide up because it's important that we think about it.
I'm very excited about the fact that every student at Ashesi University does community service before they graduate.
That for many of them, it has been a life-altering experience.
These young future leaders are beginning to understand the real business of leadership, the real privilege of leadership, which is after all to serve humanity.
I am even more thrilled by the fact that least year our student body elected a woman to be the head of Student Government.
It's the first time in the history of Ghana that a woman has been elected head of Student Government at any university.
It says a lot about her.
It says a lot about the culture that's forming on campus.
It says a lot about her peers who elected her.
She won with 75 percent of the vote.
And it gives me a lot of hope.
It turns out that corporate West Africa also appreciates what's happening with our students.
We've graduated two classes of students to date.
And every single one of them has been placed.
And we're getting great reports back from corporate Ghana, corporate West Africa, and the things that they're most impressed about is work ethic.
You know, that passion for what they're doing.
The persistence, their ability to deal with ambiguity, their ability to tackle problems that they haven't seen before.
This is good because over the past five years, there have been times when I've felt this is "Mission: Impossible."
And it's just wonderful to see these glimmers of the promise of what can happen if we train our kids right.
I think that the current and future leaders of Africa to drive a major renaissance on the continent.
It's an incredible opportunity.
There aren't very many more opportunities like this in the world.
I believe that Africa has reached an inflection point with a march of democracy and free markets across the continent.
We have reached a moment from which can emerge a great society within one generation.
It will depend on inspired leadership.
And it is my contention that the manner in which we train our leaders will make all the difference.
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It appeared to be part of an ancient ruin. And while it offered protection from the wind and rain, it did not look very comfortable.
It was a great rooster. It had fine, silky feathers of pure white and a blood red crest.
A pretty chicken.
It could also just be described as a chicken with white feathers and red crest.
At a glance, it was any old chicken.
Serulis looked on in surprise.
âWhat? A chicken?â
âHow insolent. How can you call Gerberga the God Fowl a chicken...â
Luchila was indignant that Serulis had called it a chicken.
But it was totally a chicken.
Indeed, it was pretty and white, and the beauty of its red crest drew the eye in.
Gerberga was clucking behind Luchila.
There was a small feeding box in front of Gerberga that Luchila had likely prepared.
It seemed to contain grass and insects.
Gerberga was eating it. The sight was of a chicken eating and nothing else.
âUm, Luchila. Uhhh, Ger...â
âLord Gerberga.â
âEr, Lord Gerberga. What is he?â
âThe God Fowl.â
âI see. And what is a God Fowl?â
âA chicken with the power of a god.â
âSo he is a chicken!â
Serulis shot back. Luchila glared at her.
Gerberga was eating and seemed to be uninterested.
As I watched, I started to feel as if he carried a magisterial air.
I asked Luchila,
âLuchila. I donât quite understand. What do you mean by âhaving the power of a godâ?â
âYes...I suppose I will have to tell you that.â
âAnd I want to know why you cannot relocate from here!â
He was still angry that she had called it a chicken.
âSerulis. Be quiet.â
After a while, Luchila began to talk quietly.
âMy Lord, the God Fowl is the God that my tribe worships.â
Apparently, there was a legend that Gerbergaâs ancestors had awakened the world with their crying.
âAwakened the world...I donât understand.â
âDoes Lord Gerberga also have this mystical power?â
Luchila looked at us smugly.
âThe Lord God Fowlâs power is to draw borders in the world. By awakening the world, I mean that the borders between night and day were created.â
âSo...what does that mean?â
Luchila gave Serulis an exasperated expression.
But he gently explained.
The borders in the world had become clear.
In other words, the gate between dimensions could be closed.
âWhy, that is amazing.â
âYes, it is amazing!â
Luchila looked pleased. Gerberga was eating a hairy caterpillar behind him.
It looked like an average chicken, but it apparently had great power.
âI see. Thatâs amazing. But why canât you relocate?â
âAbout that...â
Luchila suddenly became quiet at Serulisâs question.
And then he continued with an intensely pained expression.
Luchilaâs tribe had protected the God Fowls for generations.
However, they were attacked and everyone except for Luchila had been killed.
âIt was our enemies, the terrifying vampires.â
âVampires. They are very strong.â
The Vampire Lord we had been fighting recently was trying to open a gate between our dimensions.
It would not do for them to spend so much effort in opening the gate, only to have a chicken close it again.
Maybe thatâs why they attacked Luchilaâs tribe.
âThe chief entrusted the God Fowl to me, since I was the youngest, and told me to run away.â
âHow far did you run?â
âMy tribe lived in the north. That place is...â
It seemed that Luchila had traveled very far.
âThe enemy kept chasing us... I used illusions and magic to evade them, but I do now know how long I will be able to keep them off.â
âVampires are most dangerous.â
âYes.â
Luchila nodded with a wary expression.
Vampires could suck peopleâs blood to increase their numbers and also charm their enemies.
It was possible that any humans that came near to them had already been affected.
If that were the case, then he would want to stay away from the humans here.
And so that is why Luchila used the illusions to keep them away.
âBut why canât you leave this place?â
âThis place is an ancient temple ruin... There is a barrier that keeps the vampires away.â
âIs that so?â
âYes. It was written on an ancient map that was passed down in my tribe.â
Luchila said with finality.
Indeed, this did look like an ancient ruin. But it didnât seem like there was an actual barrier.
Did this place really keep the vampires away?
I wondered, and so I asked Luchila.
âSo did the vampires stop attacking once you came here?â
âNo. They attacked several times at first, but they have stopped recently.â
I doubted there really was a barrier here.
A while ago, Shiaâs tribe had fought a tribe of vampires.
The result was that the vampires were all killed, with the exception of the Vampire Lord.
The Vampire Lord was gravely wounded and had to regain his power while using goblins as its servants.
Maybe thatâs why the attacks had stopped for now.
I told this to Luchila.
âWhat? Is that true?â
âNo...what am I to do...â
Luchila was in shock.
âVery well then. Why donât you come with us to the royal capital?â
âAre you sure...? Wonât it mean trouble?â
âThere is a barrier to keep out monsters that surrounds the entire city. It will be hard for vampires to get past that.â
Not just in the royal capital, but most large cities had a barrier of holy protection surrounding them.
The stronger the monster, the more intense the pain. These barriers made them unable to use their incredible strength.
And so generally speaking, Vampire Lords did not enter any large cities.
âBut I might still be attacked by the vampire thralls...â
It was hard for strong monsters to get in, but easy for weaker ones.
Goblins, demon rats and thralls of weaker vampires would not be affected as much.
If they tried, a lesser vampire might even get in.
âWe can just cast a barrier around the house to keep the weaker ones out. I am a Sorcerer, after all. I can make a barrier or two.â
âMister Locke...â
But then Serulis opened her mouth.
âBut Mister Locke, donât you live with us? I donât know if daddy will allow people to bring in pets?â
âLord Gerberga is not a pet!â
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I need to take time to travel and spend time with my family and start my own creative ideas."
So the first of those projects ended up being something I called "One Second Every Day."
Basically I'm recording one second of every day of my life for the rest of my life, tiny slices of my life into one single continuous video until, you know, I can't record them anymore.
The purpose of this project is, one: I hate not remembering things that I've done in the past.
There's all these things that I've done with my life that I have no recollection of unless someone brings it up, and sometimes I think, "Oh yeah, that's something that I did."
And something that I realized early on in the project was that if I wasn't doing anything interesting, I would probably forget to record the video.
So the day -- the first time that I forgot, it really hurt me, because it's something that I really wanted to -- from the moment that I turned 30, I wanted to keep this project going until forever, and having missed that one second, I realized, it just kind of created this thing in my head where I never forgot ever again.
So if I live to see 80 years of age, I'm going to have a five-hour video that encapsulates 50 years of my life.
When I turn 40, I'll have a one-hour video that includes just my 30s.
This has really invigorated me day-to-day, when I wake up, to try and do something interesting with my day.
Now, one of the things that I have issues with is that, as the days and weeks and months go by, time just seems to start blurring and blending into each other and, you know, I hated that, and visualization is the way to trigger memory.
You know, this project for me is a way for me to bridge that gap and remember everything that I've done.
Even just this one second allows me to remember everything else I did that one day.
It's difficult, sometimes, to pick that one second.
On a good day, I'll have maybe three or four seconds that I really want to choose, but I'll just have to narrow it down to one, but even narrowing it down to that one allows me to remember the other three anyway.
It's also kind of a protest, a personal protest, against the culture we have now where people just are at concerts with their cell phones out recording the whole concert, and they're disturbing you.
They're not even enjoying the show.
They're watching the concert through their cell phone.
I hate that. I admittedly used to be that guy a little bit, back in the day, and I've decided that the best way for me to still capture and keep a visual memory of my life and not be that person, is to just record that one second that will allow me to trigger that memory of, "Yeah, that concert was amazing. I really loved that concert."
And it just takes a quick, quick second.
I was on a three-month road trip this summer.
It was something that I've been dreaming about doing my whole life, just driving around the U.S. and Canada and just figuring out where to go the next day, and it was kind of outstanding.
I actually ran out, I spent too much money on my road trip for the savings that I had to take my year off, so I had to, I went to Seattle and I spent some time with friends working on a really neat project.
One of the reasons that I took my year off was to spend more time with my family, and this really tragic thing happened where her intestine suddenly strangled one day, and we took her to the emergency room, and she was, she was in really bad shape.
We almost lost her a couple of times, and I was there with my brother every day.
It helped me realize something else during this project, is that recording that one second on a really bad day is extremely difficult.
It's not -- we tend to take our cameras out when we're doing awesome things.
Or we're, "Oh, yeah, this party, let me take a picture."
But we rarely do that when we're having a bad day, and something horrible is happening.
And I found that it's actually been very, very important to record even just that one second of a really bad moment.
It really helps you appreciate the good times. It's not always a good day, so when you have a bad one, I think it's important to remember it, just as much as it is important to remember the [good] days.
Now one of the things that I do is I don't use any filters, I don't use anything to -- I try to capture the moment as much as possible as the way that I saw it with my own eyes.
I started a rule of first person perspective.
Early on, I think I had a couple of videos where you would see me in it, but I realized that wasn't the way to go.
The way to really remember what I saw was to record it as I actually saw it.
Now a couple of things that I have in my head about this project are, wouldn't it be interesting if thousands of people were doing this?
I turned 31 last week, which is there.
what everyone did with a project like this.
I think everyone would have a different interpretation of it.
I think everyone would benefit from just having that one second to remember every day.
Personally, I'm tired of forgetting, and this is a really easy thing to do.
I mean, we all have HD-capable cameras in our pockets right now -- most people in this room, I bet -- and it's something that's -- I never want to forget another day that I've ever lived, and this is my way of doing that, and it'd be really interesting also to see, if you could just type in on a website, "June 18, 2018," and you would just see a stream of people's lives
on that particular day from all over the world.
And I don't know, I think this project has a lot of possibilities, and I encourage you all to record just a small snippet of your life every day, so you can never forget that that day, you lived.
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ãŗãŠãŧãåŊįãįĩļåĢããã | The next day after that uproar, a heavy atmosphere enshrouded the kingâs private room in the Alra royal palace.
Although you might say that, the one who sunk in silence with a hard face was King Collard and Tengai who stood behind me wearing a tuxedo uniform. An excessively huge lionkin of the beast tribe, the âBeast Kingâ, who holds the Rank of SS exclusive to only adventurers on this continent, is sitting with the two of them and calmly drinking his tea while feigning ignorance. Maroudo stood alongside the wall examining the situation, and grinned amusingly under his mask. And because Animaruâs blood was perhaps unappetizing for me, or maybe it was because I drank too much, I was leaning over with my stomach in bad shape.
â...For the time being, itâs fortunate that there were no civilian casualties.â
King Collard, after rubbing his eyelids â his eyes were red, probably after dealing with the aftermath with an all-nighter â and fixing his glasses, he looked around at all of us and summarized the discussion like he was persuading himself.
âLike hell it was fortunate! Princess was attacked you know!? The heck are youââ
I raised my right hand to pacify the enraged Tengai.
âHold it right there. In the first place, I was the one who refused to have bodyguards while traveling incognito, so the responsibility of walking out defenseless belongs to me. Collard isnât at fault here. First and foremost, even if there were hundreds of guards, itâs meaningless against that kind of opponent. No civilian casualties is indeed a silver lining amidst this disaster.â
Well, some of Ikarugaâs subordinates who were secretly escorting and watching me seemed to be dead, but this relates to my country, so I didnât bring it up here.
â...Kuh. But...â
He groaned in dissatisfaction, probably since he and the others failed their duty and didnât arrive in time. âWell, the truth is when we reunited, he was in a state where he could have died in a fit of anger due to his sense of responsibility. All of a sudden, he was cutting his own stomach open with his hand to commit suicide... Since my MP would be insufficient even under normal circumstances, and a huge amount of HP was reduced before my eyes, some way or another I healed him while drinking an MP potion that I had on hand, but I almost fell into berserk mode another timeâ Tengai bit his lips and cast down his face.
âGood grief, imagine if master Beast King didnât arrive when he did... itâs indeed horrifying.â
Well, at that time I would be kidnapped, violated, being forced to do whatever he pleases... just like that? With that, all the enraged people of my country will destroy everything in this world without reserve until they find me. âYeah, itâs horrifying in two meanings.
ââWell, me being there was just a coincidence. Besides, the one who beat him in the end is this little lady.â
The Beast King released the cup from his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.
Since I was called âlittle lady,â Tengaiâs eyebrows twitched, but he endured it because that person saved my life.
âThat situation is thanks to Mr. Beast King, isnât it? Because you reduced... no, dealt a serious amount of damage to Animaruâs HP, it could be settled in such a short amount of time.â
That berserk status lasts practically no time at all. Since Animaru was in perfect shape without any injuries, it probably would have expired mid-fight.
Actually, as a newbie that was a really troublesome thing. Since, as long as there were mobs nearby, even if they were passive ones, rampaging until my remaining HP finally reached zero became a common occurrence.
So, in those moments, in front of a monitor, there was nothing I could do but raise my hands in the air with a feeling of âItâs over!â
âAt any rate, at the same time that Lord Lubbock arrived in front of us, for that... Animaru to appear in front of the Princess isââ
âItâs probably not just by chance. To begin with, you could say that Lubbock was stalling you guys, so no matter how I think about it, they had to have joined forces. âOr rather, you guys were doing a good job not dying, eh?â
As I turned toward Maroudo with a look of âwell doneâ, he returned it with light laughter âhahahaâ.
âHe sure is a monster. The best I could do was run around all over the place.â
ââHou. He is an opponent that made you even go that far?â
The Beast King gave a fleeting look at Maroudoâs mask. It seems there is some familiarity between S and SS ranked adventurers. When I introduced Maroudo, he meaningfully snorted, âPffff, Maroudo eh?â
âAnyway, with only the pressure from his sword swings, the ground was cut open, the trees were mowed down, and the rocks broke into pieces... it was like fighting against a calamity in human form. So if it wasnât for the armor and weapon that I received from Princess, I would have become two pieces of flesh ripped apart in not even more than a few blows. Nah, a bit longer would have been dangerous. Then he said ââItâs time.â so I was saved.â
âBeing able to even fight directly against Lubbock and his strongest sword âZetsuâ is praiseworthy in itself.â
I thought so from the bottom of my heart. Maroudo seems to have been practicing against our round table members. If I were to fight poorly against him, I might actually lose.
âWell the opponent was obviously stalling so he wasnât taking it seriously, so I thought I would give him a swift attack when he showed an opening but...â
Hmm, in other words, a lack of offensive power huh? Ogrestroke is soon going to be insufficient for him. Slightly stronger equipment wi...eh, unexpectedly the number of people around me who are stronger than me is increasing more and more...
Well, thereâs no point worrying too much about it. Right now I had to deal with the threat right in front me.
ââI see. Well, surely it was appropriate to deal with an opponent who was not taking it seriously... Were they using only a single sword?â
âYeah... was he perhaps originally a dual sword user?â
Towards Maroudo who warped his mouth showing an unpleasant face, I recalled Lubbockâs fighting style from when this was a game, and then I shook my head.
âThatâs not quite right, when heâs serious he uses nine swords at the same time. Heâs a nine sword user you know.â
Maroudo and King Collard fell forward, losing their strength. The Beast King just said a single âHouâ without any change in expression.
âNine swords? How the hell did he handle it?!â
Dumbfounded Maroudo asked a natural question.
âHmmm, well....there is a magical tool that floated the swords in the air and automatically made them attack. It was improved so they could freely move with the userâs intentions. He fought using seven dispersed swords together with two swords in his hands, itâs kinda like that I think.â
Itâs easy to put it into words, but thinking about those who could do such a thing, as far as I knew there was no one besides Lubbock.
Originally, the ability to make a sword fly and attack comes from an item, a back piece. However, on top of the monotonous movements, the AI was not flexible. It didnât attack the enemy you wanted it to attack, and attacked extra enemies as well, so its user friendliness was poor.
For that reason, a day later a chest piece item control sphere was added that could control the movements manually due to player demand, but it was ignored. There was no way to control it simultaneously while in battle. It took two precious slots, both the chest and back. Due to that it was judged worthless, and many players treated it as a trash item. However, the only one to use it, Lubbock, made the impossible possible.
At that time he got flamed often, with insults like he was using a bot or an illegal mod. As a guild master I could make a declaration: that he does not use cheats. If heâs supposed to be a cheat, thatâs just his existence.
The first and probably the last nine sword user, many people thought that it was just some sort of trick. The secret though, is âParallel thoughtâ âa talent that lets you perform multiple tasks together at the same time (Although, he was restricted by the number of feet and hands that he had, so he couldnât use the entirety of his extended keyboard simultaneously. Therefore, some swords except his main, the âZetsu,â âthe eight swords are: Hana, Tori, Kaze, Tsuki, Yume, Mabaroshi, Abuku, and Kageâ had some lag).
Therefore if heâs serious, dealing with Lubbock is the same as dealing with nine max level players, so at least for me I absolutely canât win against him. Itâs better to fight him with a class that has powerful long distance attacks. Magicians match up well against him. (Although his class is Divine Dragon Knight which by nature has high defense, still itâs a âbetterâ match-up).
â...Really unthinkable eh.â
Maroudo shook his head with a feeling beyond admiration.
âWell, he is a genuine genius after all. âRather, was it really Lubbock himself?â
To my question that I asked as I turned my head back, Tengai firmly nodded in assent. And then, he looked back at me in wonder.
âThere is no mistake. âIs there any point that was ambiguous?â
âRather than being ambiguous, itâs that Lubbock followed someoneâs commands which is unbelievable. After all he is the âOne Man Army,â right? I donât know if that someone is a god or whatever, but the fact that he was being ordered around, I canât understand it at all.â
Although I said it like that, itâs not that Lubbockâs personality was bad. Heâs just the type of person who is clear on what he likes and dislikes, and he clearly refuses what he hates.
And what he especially hates is supposedly being the type of person who gets ordered around by a superior.
âIf I could have talked directly with him then the situation might have been a little different, but I was busy dealing with an opponent that resembled Animaru...â
âThen âresemblesâ means that he isnât that person...?â
âHmmm, that point is a subtle thing. Indeed, with the collection of the dead body and the collected hand and leg guards, itâs been judged that they are unmistakably âKanshouâ and âByakuyaâ...â
However, there is something of a subtle, uncomfortable feeling.
âSince we were both occupied, I didnât have a chance to personally talk to him, but I donât think he was a person with a screw in his head that was that loose~â
Well I donât know for sure since he was behind a monitor, but if the real person inside was actually like that... it might be possible too. Still, I feel that something was different.
â...I wonder how I should put it, maybe that he was lacking in human nature.â
âI have also felt that. It was like talking with a child. Either way, I got an odd impression.â The Beast King also agreed with my words.
âHowever, I surely canât think of him as anyone other than Animaru. Therefore for the time being perhaps we should sum it up with âthere is potentially someone that very closely resembled him to that extentâ.â
Well, even for me when itâs about drinking an acquaintanceâs blood and killing them, as expected I would have an uneasy conscience, so I want to keep thinking about it in that manner.
â...In that case, Lord Lubbock as well?â
âThatâs right. For now, could you accept them being âsomeone similarâ as common knowledge?â
âYes! Acknowledged.â Tengai gave his bow in affirmation. With that, the Beast King put his tea cup that he drank from back onto the table.
âSince that topic is now dried out, would you like to hear my story?â
Those words made the relaxing atmosphere in the room freeze once again.
Receiving the surrounding gazes, the Beast King continued his words with a considerably unimportant tone.
âItâs not something thatâs considerably important. Itâs just that my motherland, Cres Kingdom is leaving the Cres Centâluna Federation. And so, could we be accepted into the Imperial Crimson governed by little lady?â
âWâWHAT!?!â King Collard screamed. | {
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | Agloe, New York, is very famous to cartographers, because it's a paper town.
It's also known as a copyright trap.
Mapmakers -- because my map of New York and your map of New York are going to look very similar, on account of the shape of New York -- often, mapmakers will insert fake places onto their maps, in order to protect their copyright.
Because then, if my fake place shows up on your map, I can be well and truly sure that you have robbed me.
Agloe is a scrabblization of the initials of the two guys who made this map, Ernest Alpers and Otto [G.] Lindberg, and they released this map in 1937.
Decades later, Rand McNally releases a map with Agloe, New York, on it, at the same exact intersection of two dirt roads in the middle of nowhere.
Well, you can imagine the delight over at General Drafting.
They immediately call Rand McNally, and they say, "We've caught you! We made Agloe, New York, up.
We're going to sue your pants off!"
And Rand McNally says, "No, no, no, no, Agloe is real."
Because people kept going to that intersection of two dirt roads -- in the middle of nowhere, expecting there to be a place called Agloe -- someone built a place called Agloe, New York.
It had a gas station, a general store, two houses at its peak.
And this is of course a completely irresistible metaphor to a novelist, because we would all like to believe that the stuff that we write down on paper can change the actual world in which we're actually living, which is why my third book is called "Paper Towns".
But what interests me ultimately more than the medium in which this happened, is the phenomenon itself.
It's easy enough to say that the world shapes our maps of the world, right?
Like the overall shape of the world is obviously going to affect our maps.
But what I find a lot more interesting is the way that the manner in which we map the world changes the world.
Because the world would truly be a different place if North were down.
if Alaska and Russia weren't on opposite sides of the map.
And the world would be a different place if we projected Europe to show it in its actual size.
The world is changed by our maps of the world.
The way that we choose -- sort of, our personal cartographic enterprise, also shapes the map of our lives, and that in turn shapes our lives.
I believe that what we map changes the life we lead.
And I don't mean that in some, like, secret-y Oprah's Angels network, like, you-can-think-your-way- out-of-cancer sense.
But I do believe that while maps don't show you where you will go in your life, they show you where you might go.
You very rarely go to a place that isn't on your personal map.
So I was a really terrible student when I was a kid.
My GPA was consistently in the low 2s.
And I think the reason that I was such a terrible student is that I felt like education was just a series of hurdles that had been erected before me, and I had to jump over in order to achieve adulthood.
And I didn't really want to jump over these hurdles, because they seemed completely arbitrary, so I often wouldn't, and then people would threaten me, you know, they'd threaten me with this "going on [my] permanent record," or "You'll never get a good job."
I didn't want a good job!
As far as I could tell at eleven or twelve years old, like, people with good jobs woke up very early in the morning, and the men who had good jobs, one of the first things they did was tie a strangulation item of clothing around their necks.
They literally put nooses on themselves, and then they went off to their jobs, whatever they were.
That's not a recipe for a happy life.
These people -- in my, symbol-obsessed, twelve year-old imagination -- these people who are strangling themselves as one of the first things they do each morning, they can't possibly be happy.
Why would I want to jump over all of these hurdles and have that be the end?
That's a terrible end!
And then, when I was in tenth grade, I went to this school, Indian Springs School, a small boarding school, outside of Birmingham, Alabama.
And all at once I became a learner.
And I became a learner, because I found myself in a community of learners.
I found myself surrounded by people who celebrated intellectualism and engagement, and who thought that my ironic oh-so-cool disengagement wasn't clever, or funny, but, like, it was a simple and unspectacular response to very complicated and compelling problems.
And so I started to learn, because learning was cool.
I learned that some infinite sets are bigger than other infinite sets, and I learned that iambic pentameter is and why it sounds so good to human ears.
I learned that the Civil War was a nationalizing conflict, I learned some physics, I learned that correlation shouldn't be confused with causation -- all of these things, by the way, enriched my life on a literally daily basis.
And it's true that I don't use most of them for my "job," but that's not what it's about for me.
It's about cartography.
What is the process of cartography?
It's, you know, sailing upon some land, and thinking, "I think I'll draw that bit of land," and then wondering, "Maybe there's some more land to draw."
And that's when learning really began for me.
It's true that I had teachers that didn't give up on me, and I was very fortunate to have those teachers, because I often gave them cause to think there was no reason to invest in me.
But a lot of the learning that I did in high school wasn't about what happened inside the classroom, it was about what happened outside of the classroom.
For instance, I can tell you that "There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons -- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes --" not because I memorized Emily Dickinson in school when I was in high school, but because there was a girl when I was in high school, and her name was Amanda, and I had a crush on her, and she liked Emily Dickinson poetry.
The reason I can tell you what opportunity cost is, is because one day when I was playing Super Mario Kart on my couch, my friend Emmet walked in, and he said, "How long have you been playing Super Mario Kart?"
And I said, "I don't know, like, six hours?" and he said, "Do you realize that if you'd worked at Baskin-Robbins those six hours, you could have made 30 dollars, so in some ways, you just paid thirty dollars to play Super Mario Kart."
And I was, like, "I'll take that deal."
But I learned what opportunity cost is.
And along the way, the map of my life got better.
It got bigger; it contained more places.
There were more things that might happen, more futures I might have.
It wasn't a formal, organized learning process, It was spotty, it was inconsistent, there was a lot I didn't know.
I might know, you know, Cantor's idea that some infinite sets are larger than other infinite sets, but I didn't really understand the calculus behind that idea.
I might know the idea of opportunity cost, but I didn't know the law of diminishing returns.
But the great thing about imagining learning as cartography, instead of imagining it as arbitrary hurdles that you have to jump over, is that you see a bit of coastline, and that makes you want to see more.
And so now I do know at least some of the calculus that underlies all of that stuff.
So, I had one learning community in high school, then I went to another for college, and then I went to another, when I started working at a magazine called "Booklist," where I was an assistant, surrounded by astonishingly well-read people.
And then I wrote a book.
And like all authors dream of doing, I promptly quit my job.
And for the first time since high school, I found myself without a learning community, and it was miserable.
I hated it.
I read many, many books during this two-year period.
I read books about Stalin, and books about how the Uzbek people came to identify as Muslims, and I read books about how to make atomic bombs, but it just felt like I was creating my own hurdles, and then jumping over them myself, instead of feeling the excitement of being part of a community of learners, a community of people who are engaged together in the cartographic enterprise of trying to better understand and map the world around us.
And then, in 2006, I met that guy.
His name is Ze Frank.
I didn't actually meet him, just on the Internet.
Ze Frank was running, at the time, a show called "The Show with Ze Frank," and I discovered the show, and that was my way back into being a community learner again.
Here's Ze talking about Las Vegas: Ze Frank: Las Vegas was built in the middle of a huge, hot desert.
Almost everything here was brought from somewhere else -- the sort of rocks, the trees, the waterfalls.
These fish are almost as out of place as my pig that flew.
Contrasted to the scorching desert that surrounds this place, so are these people.
Things from all over the world have been rebuilt here, away from their histories, and away from the people that experience them differently.
Sometimes improvements were made -- even the Sphinx got a nose job.
Here, there's no reason to feel like you're missing anything.
This New York means the same to me as it does to everyone else.
Everything is out of context, and that means context allows for everything: Self Parking, Events Center, Shark Reef.
This fabrication of place could be one of the world's greatest achievements, because no one belongs here; everyone does.
As I walked around this morning, I noticed most of the buildings were huge mirrors reflecting the sun back into the desert.
But unlike most mirrors, which present you with an outside view of yourself embedded in a place, these mirrors come back empty.
John Green: Makes me nostalgic for the days when you could see the pixels in online video.
Ze isn't just a great public intellectual, he's also a brilliant community builder, and the community of people that built up around these videos was in many ways a community of learners.
So we played Ze Frank at chess collaboratively, and we beat him.
We organized ourselves to take a young man on a road trip across the United States.
We turned the Earth into a sandwich, by having one person hold a piece of bread at one point on the Earth, and on the exact opposite point of the Earth, have another person holding a piece of bread.
I realize that these are silly ideas, but they are also "learny" ideas, and that was what was so exciting to me, and if you go online, you can find communities like this all over the place.
Follow the calculus tag on Tumblr, and yes, you will see people complaining about calculus, but you'll also see people re-blogging those complaints, making the argument that calculus is interesting and beautiful, and here's a way in to thinking about the problem that you find unsolvable.
You can go to places like Reddit, and find sub-Reddits, like "Ask a Historian" or "Ask Science," where you can ask people who are in these fields a wide range of questions, from very serious ones to very silly ones.
But to me, the most interesting communities of learners that are growing up on the Internet right now are on YouTube, and admittedly, I am biased.
But I think in a lot of ways, the YouTube page resembles a classroom.
Look for instance at "Minute Physics," a guy who's teaching the world about physics: Let's cut to the chase.
As of July 4, 2012, the Higgs boson is the last fundamental piece of the standard model of particle physics to be discovered experimentally.
But, you might ask, why was the Higgs boson alongside well-known particles like electrons and photons and quarks, if it hadn't been discovered back then in the 1970s?
Good question. There are two main reasons.
First, just like the electron is an excitation in the electron field, the Higgs boson is simply a particle which is an excitation of the everywhere-permeating Higgs field.
The Higgs field in turn plays an integral role in our model for the weak nuclear force.
In particular, the Higgs field helps explain why it's so weak.
We'll talk more about this in a later video, but even though weak nuclear theory was confirmed in the 1980s, in the equations, the Higgs field is so inextricably jumbled with the weak force, that until now we've been unable to confirm its actual and independent existence.
JG: Or here's a video that I made as part of my show "Crash Course," talking about World War I: The immediate cause was of course the assassination in Sarajevo of the Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand, on June 28, 1914, by a Bosnian-Serb nationalist named Gavrilo Princip. Quick aside: It's worth noting that the first big war of the twentieth century began with an act of terrorism.
So Franz Ferdinand wasn't particularly well-liked by his uncle, the emperor Franz Joseph -- now that is a mustache!
But even so, the assassination led Austria to issue an ultimatum to Serbia, whereupon Serbia accepted some, but not all, of Austria's demands, leading Austria to declare war against Serbia.
And then Russia, due to its alliance with the Serbs, mobilized its army.
Germany, because it had an alliance with Austria, told Russia to stop mobilizing, which Russia failed to do, so then Germany mobilized its own army, declared war on Russia, cemented an alliance with the Ottomans, and then declared war on France, because, you know, France.
And it's not just physics and world history that people are choosing to learn through YouTube.
Here's a video about abstract mathematics.
So you're me, and you're in math class yet again, because they make you go every single day.
And you're learning about, I don't know, the sums of infinite series.
That's a high school topic, right?
Which is odd, because it's a cool topic, but they somehow manage to ruin it anyway.
So I guess that's why they allow infinite series in the curriculum.
So, in a quite understandable need for distraction, you're doodling and thinking more about what the plural of "series" should be Or is it that the singular should be changed: one "serie," or "serum," just like the singular of "sheep" should be "shoop."
like 1/2 + 1/4 + 1/8 + 1/16 and so on approaches one, is useful if, say, you want to draw a line of elephants, each holding the tail of the next one: normal elephant, young elephant, baby elephant, dog-sized elephant, puppy-sized elephant, all the way down to Mr. Tusks and beyond.
Which is at least a tiny bit awesome, because you can get an infinite number of elephants in a line, and still have it fit across a single notebook page.
JG: And lastly, here's Destin, from "Smarter Every Day," talking about the conservation of angular momentum, and, since it's YouTube, cats: Hey, it's me, Destin. Welcome back to "Smarter Every Day."
So you've probably observed that cats almost always land on their feet.
Today's question is: why?
Like most simple questions, there's a very complex answer.
For instance, let me reword this question: How does a cat go from feet-up to feet-down in a falling reference frame, without violating the conservation of angular momentum?
JG: So, here's something all four of these videos have in common: They all have more than half a million views on YouTube.
And those are people watching not in classrooms, but because they are part of the communities of learning And I said earlier that YouTube is like a classroom to me, and in many ways it is, because here is the instructor -- it's like the old-fashioned classroom: here's the instructor, and then beneath the instructor are the students, and they're all having a conversation.
And I know that YouTube comments have a very bad reputation in the world of the Internet, but in fact, if you go on comments for these channels, what you'll find is people engaging the subject matter, asking difficult, complicated questions that are about the subject matter, and then other people answering those questions.
And because the YouTube page is set up so that the page in which I'm talking to you is on the exact -- the place where I'm talking to you is on the exact same page as your comments, you are participating in a live and real and active way in the conversation.
And because I'm in comments usually, I get to participate with you.
And you find this whether it's world history, or mathematics, or science, or whatever it is.
You also see young people using the tools and the sort of genres of the Internet in order to create places for intellectual engagement, that maybe most of us associate with memes and other Internet conventions -- you know, "Got bored. Invented calculus."
Or, here's Honey Boo Boo criticizing industrial capitalism: ["Liberal capitalism is not at all the Good of humanity.
Quite the contrary; it is the vehicle of savage, destructive nihilism."] In case you can't see what she says ... yeah.
I really believe that these spaces, these communities, have become for a new generation of learners, that I had when I was in high school, and then again when I was in college.
And as an adult, re-finding these communities has re-introduced me to a community of learners, and has encouraged me to continue to be a learner even in my adulthood, so that I no longer feel like learning is something reserved for the young.
Vi Hart and "Minute Physics" introduced me to all kinds of things that I didn't know before.
And I know that we all hearken back to the days of the Parisian salon in the Enlightenment, or to the Algonquin Round Table, and wish, "Oh, I wish I could have been a part of that, I wish I could have laughed at Dorothy Parker's jokes."
But I'm here to tell you that these places exist, they still exist.
They exist in corners of the Internet, where old men fear to tread.
And I truly, truly believe that when we invented Agloe, New York, in the 1960s, when we made Agloe real, we were just getting started.
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ãŽããĸãŗããããčŋãĨããĻããã | âThe one who used recovery magic this morning! Is she available!â
At the Aion Mall otherworldly store during closing hours, a carriage rushed in.
It was the covered wagon we passed when Anna and I were returning from the town.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âOh, store manager! Is there anyone here who used recovery magic on my daughter this morning?â
âAh, it was the traveling merchant from that time. Anna-san is working inside.â
âHaha, donât forget about me, Naoya! I can use recovery magic too, just rely on me! The holy knight, Chloe!â
âCome to think of it, thatâs right. Mr. Merchant, if anyone who can use recovery magic is fine, and what happened if I may ask you?â
Talking to the coachman who parked the carriage in front of the store entrance during closing hours.
The coachman, or rather, the plump traveling merchant who had come to the store in the morning, jumped out of the carriage in a fluster.
âMy daughter suddenly fell ill since noon! Thatâs the reason I hurried back!â
âNoon... She seemed unwell when she ate beef stew in the morning, so could it be food poisoning!?â
My face turned pale when I heard the merchantâs words.
Certainly, the child seemed unwell, but she ate our beef stew, and her complexion improved with Annaâs recovery magic. Could it have worsened from there?
âCall an ambulance, take her to the hospital, and contact the health department, and yes, report to the headquarters.â
âCalm down, Naoya! Merchant, where is your daughter now?â
Ignoring my flustered state, Chloe confirmed the situation.
Itâs usually the other way around.
âSheâs in the back of the carriage now. Can you check her? Whatâs the condition of my daughter!?â
The merchant turned around the back of the carriage and his wife, carrying the child, came down.
The child was limp with a red face.
No, not just a red face.
âWe made it to the gate before closing, but they wouldnât let us into the city! Thatâs when I remembered this place!â
On her face, red spots appeared.
I saw them on her hands when they briefly appeared.
Perhaps panicking after seeing her daughterâs condition, the merchant approached Chloe, who said she could use recovery magic.
âIâll pay as much as you want! Please, heal my daughter with recovery magic!â
The merchant clung to Chloe, pleading with a desperate cry. Chloe pushed the merchant aside and approached the wife and daughter.
Unusually serious, Chloe peered at the childâs face.
âChloe, for now, lay her on that bench. Iâll go get something that might help.â
Even though we donât sell it, the Aion Mall otherworldly store has daily necessities and items from the drugstore section.
Since the people in this magical world and I, from the world I came from, seem to be different, I donât know if it will work, but Iâll get something that might help.
âWait, Naoya.â
I was stopped by Chloeâs stern voice.
âOh, right, recovery magic. Chloeâs recovery magic is more effective than medicine.â
âNo... Mr. Merchant, even though it was just before closing, why didnât the gatekeepers let this child into the city?â
âWell... This child is suspected of having a contagious disease, and Iâm sorry, but they said they couldnât let her into the city.â
âI see.â
Chloe frowned. The always bright and energetic Chloe might have some idea.
âChloe? Whatâs wrong? Is it really a contagious disease?â
âYeah, Naoya, no mistake. Itâs Red Death.â
âRed Death...? Um, there was a character like that in a fantasy story. A mask?â
âNot like that! That this child has Red Death!â
Chloe said with a serious expression, and the merchant let out a cry of despair.
Looking at it, the mother holding the childâs face changed quickly.
âChloe, what is Red Death? Is it not a problem? Itâs a contagious disease that can be cured with recovery magic, right?â
âNaoya, you donât know... This disease, Red Death, canât be cured with recovery magic. Thereâs no medicine either.â
â... Huh? Oh, I see, so you have to wait for natural healing! There was such a disease in my world! Colds are like that too, right?â
âNaoya.â
My words were interrupted even by Chloe.
The merchant couple twisted their faces, holding back sobs.
âNaoya, itâs incurable. This disease, Red Death, spreads red spots all over the body, causing high fever and claiming lives. No one who contracted Red Death has survived.â
âAre you kidding, Chloe? This world has magic! Recovery magic, medicine, and medical advancements are beyond what I thought! Besides, Red Death might be a misunderstanding on Chloeâs part!â
âThatâs possible. O... Spirits, restore this person to their proper form, ã Healã â
Chloeâs hands faintly glowed, casting the light on the child with red spots on her face and hands. The light was absorbed by the child, and her redness slightly diminished. However, the red spots didnât disappear. Soon, the redness returned to her face.
âThereâs no doubt about it. Damn it! Iâm a holy knight! Iâm an elf! I canât heal a suffering child! What have I been honing my powers for all this time!â
Not only the merchant couple but Chloe also shed tears. She lamented her powerlessness, unable to heal.
âSo, itâs Red Death. Then, itâs natural that they were refused entry into the city. Ahhh...â
âHow heartless! The church has an inpatient ward! There are healers, doctors, medicine, and things that can be done in the city!â
âIt canât be helped, store manager. Red Death is a contagious disease, and if you catch it, death is inevitable. The spreading power is strong. Considering the history of that city, they wonât let us in.â
The merchant shook his head powerlessly. His wife, without denying anything, just embraced the child.
âWell, we canât stay like this. You.â
âIâll follow you wherever you go. With this child and you.â
âI see. Store manager, holy knight, thank you. Also, please thank the woman who used recovery magic in the morning for us. I hope you all stay safe from infection.â
The merchant bowed and tried to return to the carriage. Chloe clenched her fist, bit her lip, and looked down.
The merchantâs family seems to intend to go somewhere so as not to transmit Red Death to us. To quietly die from the deadly disease without infecting others.
âWait, at least wait. Iâll prepare some cold packs, maybe effective cold medicine, sleeping bags, blankets, and nutritional foods like energy gels. Iâll get them ready now.â
In the medical situation of this world, which was harsher than expected and not visible in the city, I wanted to help as much as possible. I was about to go inside the Aion Mall otherworldly store to get something useful.
I noticed someone approaching from the store side.
âWait, everyone.â
Wearing a robe, exuding an unusual dark aura, she walked slowly.
The Lich. A creature of undeath. The âDeath Lord.â
âOnce, this place was called the âCursed Land.'â
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But then Cortina instructed us to lead him into the village.
Usually, luring a mythical-class monster inside the village that hasnât even fully evacuated would be a hard plan to go along with.
However, Cortina wouldâve never adopted a plan she hadnât thought through.
Thus, I obeyed her instructions almost instantly. Our other comrades also rushed inside the village.
Cortina ran alongside me through the village.
âReid, lend me your ear!â
Perhaps thanks to Lyellâs training, she spoke with an even tone even as she ran at full speed.
What she was asking for would be unreasonable for normal people, but it was different for me.
I sent my thread near her mouth and gave a small nod. With just that, Cortina realized that I was ready to listen.
âNorth of the plaza, there isââ
She then started to give me new instructions.
Hearing it, I finally realized what she was planning. Then I proceeded to convey it to Gadius too.
At times like this, my Giftâs abilities were very useful. However, when I told others about it, they just shook their heads in exasperation.
After running for a while, I arrived at the plaza that was close to the villageâs center.
Thanks to Gadius fending off Kufarâs fireball breaths, we havenât sustained any damage so far.
But the damage had spread through the surroundings and many people got wounded.
âI suppose itâs a relief that Kufarâs attention is on me...â
Because he was concentrating on me, though there were wounded, there were still no deaths since he didnât pursue them.
However, it was only a matter of time at this rate. Even Gadius wouldnât be able to protect the surroundings against this enemy.
But that would end here. I arrived at my destination and stopped as I clung to a wall.
This was the wall of the biggest stone building located north of the plaza.
It was so big it rivaled Lyellâs mansion, and something Iâd gotten used to seeing a lot since my childhood.
âIs this really the place, Reid? Wonât we be cornered here?â
âIt is, according to Cortinaâs instructions.â
Gadius stood ahead of me with an uneasy expression and asked me with his back turned.
There was a well at this plaza, but it wasnât big enough to throw Kufar, who had obtained Ifritâs body, into it.
It probably looked like our plan to throw him into the well failed and now we were backed up at the wall.
Seeing us, Kufar licked his lips and warped his distorted face into a smirk.
âI finally have you, Reid...â
âAre you sure?â
âNone of your attacks shall pass me while I stand.â
Gadius answered back to Kufar while standing in front of me.
Whatâs with that cool line? I wanted to say that too once. But in my case, Iâd just get blown away with my defensive power being what it was.
Cortina had disappeared somewhere, but Kufar, who only had me in his vision, hadnât noticed it. He most likely would have had he been sane.
âDie, Reid. This time, itâs my win!â
âWeâll see about that!â
Convinced of victory, Kufar raised his burning hand. Gadius stood before him with his shield prepared. But then, Cortinaâs voice interjected.
âNow, Lyell!â
âOkay!â
The sound of a blow being dealt resounded from atop the building. At the same time, water started flowing from above us like a waterfall.
There was no river or lake near this pioneer village. However, water was essential for humans to live. In this villageâs case, the water was covered by a well with three water sources.
Fortunately, there was a rich water vein underground, so this village wasnât troubled by water. To bring that water up, they had even made a hand pump for it.
They used all that for living water and for watering the fields.
But at the same time, this place was right in the midst of the countryside. There was no knowing when monsters would attack.
Even in this village, there was no knowing what kind of enemy could attack it. And when that happened, it could put the well at the risk of contamination.
Thus, it was necessary to build a water tank. If it was on the ground, it could get polluted. There was no knowing if someone did something to it either. As such, the tank was constructed above a solid stone-made building and they connected the pump to it to collect the water there.
The earlier sound came from Lyell destroying that water tank.
For Kufar, who was transformed into a lump of flames like Ifrit, water was a natural enemy.
Having it poured down from above wasnât something he could endure.
âGyaaaaaahhhhhhh?!â
Raising a death cry, Kufar fell down on the spot. But the water kept pouring down without mercy.
Kufarâs body heat made the water evaporate and the steam spread through the place.
My vision was robbed, and let alone Kufar, I couldnât even see Gadius ahead of me.
âReid, stop spacing out! Weâre withdrawing now!â
âO-Okay.â
Gadius suddenly grabbed me by the waist and pulled me out of the steam.
The vapor temperature started to drastically rise, so I could risk a burning injury if we remained there.
I heard Cortinaâs yell from atop the building. That aside, I wish she would be considerate to us too who were made into baked foods here.
Once the wind blew the vapor away and my field of view cleared up, I saw Ifrit... Kufar, who lay flat there.
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Finia and I were tasked with carrying materials to the roof. Finia first tied them to a rope beneath, while I used enchant while standing at the roof edge and pulled them up.
Naturally, I didnât look very dependable on my own, so one of the Adventurers called Tony was assisting me.
He was around to quickly join in to help if he saw I was failing to lift it up. In that sense, they were quite a dedicated bunch.
Like us, they also had cards bordered in red, marking them as first-rank Adventurers.
They seemed to be slightly older than Cloud, so it was probably more appropriate to call them youths than men.
âOkay, Finia, Iâm lifting it up now!â
âAlright, everything is fine on my end!â
Finia replied back from below as she tied one lumber to the rope. I immediately activated Enchant and strengthened my muscles. At the same time, Finia also cast Reduction on it.
The Reduction spell wrapped the target in wind and created a dynamic lift, reducing the weight of things.
With both spells in effect, I was able to lift the lumber as if it was a twig.
âHoh, youâre doing quite fine there.â
âWell, we lack power, so we have to make up with creative originality.â
âIâm jealous. We donât have anyone who can use magic.â
âOnly Finia and I can use magic among our group too.â
âOur rearguard is an archer, so I canât deny the lack of flexibility.â
âWe are blessed in that sense I suppose.â
âI would have agreed if those words didnât come from the magic user.â
We joked lightly while carrying the lumber.
The Reduction spell that Finia cast lasted for five minutes, give or take, so quickly carrying it away after lifting it was less burdensome.
Seeing how I lifted up the lumber with my tiny body and how Tony was carrying two of them at the same time, the other Adventurers became shocked.
âHere you go. Theyâd stay light for two more minutes.â
âThese girls turned out to be more useful than I thought. So much that Iâd want them in our team.â
âR-Really?â
Like this, the two Adventurers repaired, while Tony and I carried materials as Finia tied them to the rope below, and our work progressed smoothly.
By noon, the beam strengthening work was done, so we decided to take a small lunch break.
The lunch boxes were provided by Lange. As expected of a recipient of a big company, there were no problems with the taste, so all five of us ate it with relish.
I asked for the other Adventurersâ names too in the meantime. They were called Mark and John, kind of generic names youâd forget immediately.
We resumed working past noon.
It was time to work on fixing the roof shingles from the outside and inside while standing on the beams.
The problem was that, the one doing the fixing from the inside would have no ladder to get down unlike those on the roof.
Thus, it was decided that I, who could manipulate the threads, and Finia, who could use wind magic, would be the ones to work from the inside.
Once the work was done, I would use my threads while Finia her wind spells to get down.
âHey whitey, please support that part from below.â
âMark, being called whitey rubs me really, really wrong, so stop it.â
âYou have trauma or something? Ah well, then let me reword. Hey pipsqueak, support that part.â
âIâm not exactly happy with that either, but I guess itâs still better.â
I supported the plank from below and we plugged the hole in the roof. Mark hammered it down a little roughly. Perhaps because he hit it too hard, the plank under his feet cracked and snapped.
That caused him to pitch forward and fall down the hole.
âO-Oh shi-!?â
The roof was about ten meters tall. The employee that fell before escaped injuries due to the pile of jerky cushioning his fall, but it was no longer there now.
The floor was stone-paved, so falling down wouldnât end well. Mark realized that instantly and desperately reached out towards the beam.
But his hand missed it by a paper-thin distance.
Neither I, who was supporting the plank from below, nor Finia, who was separated from us, could make it in time.
Markâs face was filled with despair as he turned towards me in an attempt to grab the beam. At this rate, he would slam his head to the floor and die instantly.
I immediately removed one of my hands from the plank and sent a piano wire in his direction. It wasnât a long wire, maybe meters at most. But it was still enough to twine around the guy who fell beside me.
âGkhh...!â
I lost my balance and was on the verge of falling off the beam like him. I clung to the beam with both legs and somehow managed to stop myself from falling.
Incidentally, since I was now using both hands to support the piano wire, I ended up hanging upside down from the beam.
âLady Nicole, Iâm coming!â
âMark, are you alive!?â
I heard voices from the roof and a distant place confirming our safety. I somehow stopped his fall, so all that was left was to wait for people to rescue us.
But I had forgotten one thing.
I was supporting the plank from below earlier. But I had let go of it and was holding the wire instead now.
The nailed plank came off with a crack and fell down. Needless to say, I was right below it.
Both of my legs were twined around the beam to support the weight, and both my hands were supporting the piano wire.
To keep supporting Mark, I could not move an inch.
In other words... I ended up taking the plank head-on having no way to avoid it.
It hit my head along with a dull sound.
I started seeing the stars and my vision turned white. My vision grew out of focus and started to narrow down.
If I lost consciousness now, I would slam to the floor ten meters below. Despite knowing the fact, I had no way of defending myself.
I lost my consciousness despite resisting in vain, and slowly started to fall from the beam. | {
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1ã¤ãŽæĻããįĩããããžãæ°ããĒæĻããå§ãžãã | The world was turning...!
We shot out from the Serpent Palace and rose higher and higher...!
Wait a minute. They didnât have a barrier for preventing people from flying too far up?
Or was this charge attack an exception, as it had to go up once before coming back down?
...That was likely it.
Indraâs Arrow was stronger the higher up it went.
So it wouldnât be fair to limit it with a barrier.
Well, perhaps management hadnât thought that someone would use it in order to launch themselves into the air like this...!
No, what I really should be concerned with right now, was that this was taking longer than I expected.
Did Iâm Arrow or Indraâs Arrow have a hidden effect that increased your range!?
The Serpent Palace was already pretty high up, and so our distance from the ground was incredibly far now.
We were probably closer to being in space...!?
It wasnât a joke. The horizon looked round!
We were so high that I could see that the world of NSO was realistically shaped like a sphere...
The sky had become a deeper blue. Were we in outer space now?
Was this a bug...!
â...Ah.â
For just one second, our movement seemed to stop.
Between the sky and space, we were free from gravity and rotation. Thatâs what it felt like.
Like a zone that you could reach when achieving the height of something?
Everything seemed so clear.
I could see the continent that I adventured in.
The south sea where I met Garbow.
Even the foggy mountains that I visited often.
On the other hand, the Windcloud Mountains were clear and tall.
And though I wasnât sure, there were other places that looked familiar.
I had traveled a lot during the twelve trials...
But looking down from such a high place like this, I saw that there were so many places that I didnât know about.
There were volcanic and snowy mountains, like most RPGs.
And massive cities scattered across the lands which were much bigger than the first town.
I had not adventured nearly enough...
Then I felt my body jolt as I was grabbed by gravity once again.
I started to spin again, this time with my head facing the ground.
Ah...this was bad...
âAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!â
Where had the quietness gone?
I screamed unabashedly as I fell.
Like stardust captured by gravity...
â â â
âDamn it. I did not expect to be defeated like that-nyon!â
We had won.
In other words, the Stardust Arrow had taken Charinâs HP down to .
It had been the most desperate fight I had been in so far.
Though there were five of us, the others were defeated or went into cooldown, so I ended up all alone. But in the end, I had jumped through the explosion and lost a lot of HP.
Well, my equipment was still protecting me, so there was no danger of dying.
On the other hand, my equipment was blackened...but that was like a mark of honor.
Besides, it would look bad if I was untouched, while Necoco and Satomiâs armor was ruined.
I had only been able to defeat her because of how hard those two fought.
In terms of contribution, I hadnât done all that much.
I just got the flashiest part.
âAnd by a party that was just thrown together with no coordination!â
She was now the ordinary Charin, not the origin version or the cosplay versions.
After seeing all the others, I thought she looked best this way.
It was a conclusion that Iâm sure that all of her hardcore fans had reached a while ago.
In the end, normal was best...
However, she seemed a little irritated?
Well, maybe not.
She was always supposed to have a tendency of showing her emotions.
âBut... That was probably why I lost. You may be a messy party that ignores common sense and ideas of cooperation and all that, but you were somehow still connected... Thatâs what it felt like-nyon.â
A miraculous fusion of unique solo players...that was the Ghost Guild.
The reason we had gathered was because we had similar play styles, and that connection during the fight was what had led us to victory.
Including the Unison, the whole party was just moving with the goal of winning, and in the end, a surprising kind of cooperation had been born.
âFor being such wonderful players who overcame the trials and won the final battle, I present to you the ME medal-nyon!â
Three medals came down from the sky and flew towards us.
On the front of the gold medal was a picture of the symbols of the twelve constellations, which was proof that we had finished the entire event.
There were also illustrations based on each trial, so looking at it brought back a lot of memories.
And on the back... What was this?
For some reason, there was a ballista that had nothing to do with the event...?
âThat medal isnât just a souvenir-nyon! Itâs an amazing medal, where just having it allows you to activate a âMiracle Effectâ that exceeds skills and charge attacks-nyon! Thatâs why itâs called a ME medal-nyon!â
âExceeds skills and charge attacks... Like, in what way? And just having it? So it doesnât need to be equipped?â
âThe difference between it and skills or charge attacks is... Well, itâs stronger but has strict limitations, I suppose. Itâs not something that is completely different-nyon. And yes, it does not need to be equipped-nyon. I did consider making it equippable, or having a new equipment slot just for medals, but we settled on this. Itâs a collaboration item, so it shouldnât act too important-nyon.â
I see. This was supposed to be a collaboration event.
I had forgotten, as it wasnât too different from the usual NSO.
âAlso, I thought that during times like this, when there are limits to how many items that you can bring with you, it will be difficult to decide whether or not to bring the ME medal with you. Well, itâs also difficult to decide how these collaboration items should be handled. They are like limited items, so they canât be too important, or people who start playing later will get angry-nyon.â
âYou can always do another event. A second collaboration.â
I said light-heartedly.
However, I knew full well that it wasnât as easy to do as a normal event...
But Charin looked pleased by this.
âIndeed-nyon! As long as there is a demand, we can do it many times over-nyon! I have no problem with that! It can be any time!â
Charin said as she waved her fist.
She really was a well-made person.
An AI, but a person, right?
Iâm sure that she was.
âAh, thatâs right! The design and effect of the ME medals are different for each player-nyon! Thatâs one of the reasons that they are difficult to handle...â
âWhat!? So Necoco and Satomiâs medals are different from mine?â
I glanced towards them, but they swiftly hid their medals.
While I understood that I was wrong for taking a peek, we were comrades.
They were medals that we had acquired through working together. Surely we could just show them to each other...?
âNo, old man. Weâll be enemies during solo events, so we shouldnât show more than we have to.â
âBut, maybe just this one time?â
âI understand how you feel, but no! I want to keep it as a secret trump card. Besides, you should have seen how surprised you were when you saw my Nekomata... Right, Satomi?â
âHis reaction to seeing my Auto Battle Mode was also pretty amusing. Iâll never be able to see such an expression again if he knows everything... And so I cannot show it. Iâm only half-joking.â
Half...
âI think we are all better off not completely understanding each other. People who want to enjoy online games alone donât want to have to be considerate of others, but also donât want others to have to be considerate of them.â
âAh, I suppose.â
âAnd so itâs better to not know. If you know everyoneâs skills, charge attacks and weaknesses, youâll start to worry about things other than yourself, and others will worry about you. If weâre going to think and move as a group, that might make sense. But it is not our style.â
Satomi was right.
If I knew about all of their skills, then I would always be thinking about when they were going to use them and how I could cover for their weaknesses.
It wasnât as if I didnât have enough trouble thinking about when to use my own trump card.
If I just continued to do what was best for myself, then it would ultimately benefit the rest of the party...
That was fine for us, wasnât it?
But still, I couldnât help but be curious about what kind of medal they had acquired...
I would just have to hope that I would find out one day, and wait...
No one likes an old prying man.
âCough! Now, Iâll be returning you all to the surface-nyon! The event isnât over yet, and there are hidden labyrinths-nyon! Well, they are just bonuses, so there are no rules about them being close to each labyrinth-nyon! But you might find them when youâre out adventuring, so hope that you are lucky!â
I had also found one of them after getting lost.
They seemed like the kind of thing that you would never find if you were actually looking for them...
âStars that shine! Lead the victors to the future!â
Our bodies were surrounded by light.
Were we going to be moved to the ground now?
...How many times today have I been enveloped by light and turned into a star?
âWell, we wonât see each other for awhile, Mr. Kyuji. But after this trial and battle, I know what I have to do now. I want to be stronger, so I wonât have to rely on you as much the next time that we get together.â
âIf anything, I relied on you and Gochu for most of it. I only survived because you were in the front. Otherwise, she would have got to me eventually, no matter how far away I was. That was a painful lesson I learned when fighting against Charin. I also need to get stronger, so you two donât have to sacrifice yourselves during an attack.â
âI intend to get stronger too! While I may have finished the star trials, my aunt is farther than the stars. I canât even see her back yet... But one day, I will catch up...and surpass her! Weâre going to battle, and Iâll win!â
I had seen the video of her aunt fighting.
She seemed so far away that I didnât even feel like saying something encouraging, like âyou will be able to catch up!â
However, I didnât know enough about Necoco to jump to any conclusions.
She was young, and the possibilities were endless.
And maybe...it was the same for me?
âWell, just continue to play and have fun. And things will work out!â
âWhat is that? Is that supposed to be encouraging?â
âNo, that was for me!â
And then our bodies floated up.
It was time to return to ordinary adventuring.
âThanks, you two. Until next time!â
âBye-bye! It was fun!â
âSee on the next battlefield.â
And so the Ghosts spread out on the surface, searching for new power.
One fight had ended, and a new one had begun. | {
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ããŖ? ããŖ? ãĄããĄããŖã¨ããããĒãã§ãéŋãããã ã! čĒåã§čãããĸã¤ããĸã ããį¸äšåšæãąãããââãŖ!
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Just as I was thinking of fighting together with her, Jessica suddenly told me, âMs. Tilea, Iâll leave the rest to you,â and left me here. I faintly knew what she meant, but I was trying to escape from reality. If only it had just been hypnotism, or she had just happened to be running at high speeds...
Right now Iâm faced with a most terrifying reality; a v with a demon.
Aahh, I never even imagined that I would be stuck duelling the chief of the demons. Even if I have to fight him, I was hoping that at least Jessica would be here to support me with magic.
Wahhh, to think that she abandoned me...
âFwo fwoh, simply useless struggling. I already remember her mana. If I teleport, I shall catch up in a jiffy.â
âYou hear that? Jessica, come baaaaaaaaack! Apparently even running is pointless, you know, so letâs fight together. At this rate, heâll pick us off one by one, you know.â
I shouted towards the back of the running Jessica, but she didnât even turn to look at me.
I see! Maybe sheâs escaping with a wounded person, which is why sheâs desperately ignoring me...
âFwo fwo fwoh, humans sure are cruel. It looks like youâre just a sacrificial pawn.â
âI-, Iâm not a pawn, okay. Jessica trusts in me, which is why she left me to take care of it.â
He kind of pissed me off, so I accidentally spoke my mind. I donât want to hear a demon talk about cruelty. Just what do you understand about Jessica!
Yeah. Iâm ashamed that I ever thought that she abandoned me. Jessica is just desperately trying to save her injured friend. She was badly hurt in her fight with this guy, and if she doesnât get healed soon, she might even die. Thatâs why Jessica believed in my power (knowledge) and left for Headquarters first.
And also, Jessica is still only fourteen. Basically a middle schooler. Iâd be unforgivably pathetic if I was relying on a child for backup. If you include my old life, Iâm already way too old to be acting like this.
Y-, Yeah. This is for the best. While I buy some time, Jessica should just run.
âI-, I wonât let you pass here. I-, Iâm gonna stop you!â
âFwo, a human like you, is going to stop a demon like me? Hmph, acting quite conceited for a member of the weakest race!â
âJust because weâre the weakest, doesnât mean we canât beat the strongest!â
âFwo fwoh, what a saucy girl. My injuries are healed now. I can catch up to those two whenever I want. Very well. This old man will play with you.â
Saying that, the Chief of the Demons (strongest race) suddenly approached me. I immediately produced a laminariales.
What should I do?
Heâs totally different from everyone else so far. Heâs like the Royal Guard of the Demon King. Even if I just mindlessly throw laminariales like before, itâll be hard to defeat him. He might be able to dodge, and if I miss his vitals, that opens myself up for a counter. Strategy is important here.
Mn!? Hang on. To begin with, will laminariales even work against him? No, Iâll have to believe in it. Or rather, if it doesnât work, I have no options left. If I watch for an opening, and throw them in succession, I might have a chance to beat him.
Alright. For now, I need the first shot to hit.
To begin with... Ummm~ What to dâ wai-, stoâ heâs getting closer and closer as I think.
âFwo fwo fwoh. What, a joke all of a sudden?â
Kuh-! It might have been a snap judgement, but maybe I overdid it with seven thousand. Ah-, but it looked like he stopped moving at least.
âY-, Yeah. But even if seven thousand was a joke, I still have five hundred of them. Are you fine with this? If something happens to me, donât think theyâll take it lying down.â
âFwo fwo, even if you did have five hundred subordinates, so what? Come on. Bring them out. I shall make prey of them all.â
âY-, Youâre really fine with this? A-, All of them are a match for a thousand, you know. Y-, Youâll be really beaten up, okay. All of them have , mana.â
âFwo fwo, amusing, amusing. So if the subordinates have 0,000, then how much does their master have?â
âEh-!? M-, Me? Y-, Yeah. O-, One hundred thousand.â
âFwo fwo, if youâre going to lie, then do it after studying. The mana levels youâre uttering are completely at random.â
T-, This is bad. I meant to buy time until I thought of a strategy, but I was flustered, so I was completely confused. It sounds bad to say this myself, but it was ridiculous to say that every member of the Praetorian Guard was a match for a thousand. Even Iâm astounded by what Iâm saying.
âNow then, is the sideshow over? In that case, itâs time to dance.â
Flames appeared at his fingertips, and they began to scorch the ground.
âD-, dowah-, wah-! S-, Stop that.â
I ended up moving in dance steps.
âCome on, come on! More! Dance more! Your feet are going to disappear, you know.â
âUwah-! Wah-! W-, Whoa-!â
Again and again, flames sprayed from his fingers. The ground beneath me started to fill with holes, and rocks and rubble began to evaporate.
I-, If that hits me, not even bone will remain...
But this guy is aiming to just miss me on purpose. Iâll bet heâs trying to prolong this to scare me.
âSo cowardly!â
âFwo fwoh, of course. To we demons, the strongest race, humans are nothing more than ants to crush as toys.â
Dammit, heâs totally making fun of us!
Just watch. Just watch as I show you the power of human knowledge. Iâve got my secret weapon, the laminariales, to turn the tables on you. Iâll make sure you fully taste the weakness of vampires.
But, in more practical terms, what should I do?
He keeps spraying flames, so I canât grasp the timing. Should I close the gap in one go?
âFwo fwoh, you shall not escape.â
With that, flames appeared at the wall that I was running to.
I immediately tried to turn left, but,
âFwo fwoh. Just where are you going? Take this! And this!â
Dowah-! Stop doing such scary things!
That bĖ˛aĖ˛sĖ˛tĖ˛aĖ˛rĖ˛dĖ˛ created a flame ring around me to trap me.
A-, At this rate, itâs just a matter of time until I burn to death. The one saving grace is that heâs still playing, so I wonât be killed right away. But I wonât know when heâll change his mind. If he does, Iâll be turned to ash in an instant.
Kuh-! What do I do to break out of this mess?
I guess there are three options.
1 The cute and beautiful Tilea suddenly thinks of a counterattack
2 Her friends will come and save her
3 Reality is cruel. She burns to death âĒ
Hmm~mm, I really canât leave it to anyone else, so it has to be 1. Iâll come up with a ground-breaking idea to break past this flame wall.
-Think think think... Fwish-
I-, Itâs not good. I canât think of anything. All that comes to mind is charging through it. If I try to break past this with effort and guts, Iâll just turn into soot.
C-, Canât be helped. Itâs 2 then. I hate leaving problems to others, but you canât break through a crisis without sacrifice. Iâll rely on my allies.
Ummm~ allies, allies... Jessica is in the middle of bringing her friend to Headquarters. Myuu is guarding Timu.
Which means...
I breathed in deep, and then...
âREEEMIIIIIIILIIIIIIIAAAAAA! SAAAAVEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEE!â
Itâs a pinch, a pinch, a huge pinch!
Your future girlfriend is about to fall into the hands of the demons. Please get on your white horse and ride in here. My first kiss, my virginity, Iâll give you anything, so please.
âW-, What!? Why are you suddenly screaming? I thought my eardrums were going to burst.â
Huh? Did I maybe anger him?
Up until a moment ago, he was having fun like a cat tormenting a mouse, but now he looked a little angry.
âHonestly, even if you call for help, none will come. I have already checked to find that nobody was around. And even if help did come, they would simply have the tables turned on them by me.â
âT-, That canât be...â
âHahh~ Honestly, my eardrums are crying. Impertinent for a human. Aahh, Iâm done playing. You can just burn!â
With that, the flame walls began to constrict around me.
Awawawah, w-what do I do?
I-, It really is 3 after all, huh~
WAHH, WAHHH, hic-, UUWAHHHH, I DONâT WANNA DIEEE! SOMEBODY SAVE MEEE!
âFwo fwo fwoh, die in fear! Let me hear a good voice!â
âYOUUU! WHAAT AARE YOUU DOINGG TO ELDER SISTEEEER!â
âHeh?â
Just as I was lamenting the cruelty of reality, suddenly, a voice from behind me...
T-, This voice is... Timu!?
UOHHHHHHHH! Itâs 2! ITâS 2!!!!!!
Nice! Super nice timing!
If Timu is here, then Myuu is here too. Thank goodness. A veteran warrior has come rushing in.
But still, Timuâs enraged expression is...
Iâm sure sheâs super mad because she thought I was about to be killed. Sheâs a good girl, so thatâs quite like her. She looks like sheâll attack him this very instant.
But, she canât. Itâs dangerous. Iâm happy that sheâs worried for me, but letâs leave it to Myuu.
Mn!? That damned demon chief!
He suddenly extinguished his flames at their arrival.
This is a chance to attack!
I donât know why heâs all confused, but while heâs dazed Iâll smash his face with a laminariales. I took a laminariales in hand.
B-, But will this actually work? I canât shake the feeling that this wonât work on a demon chief.
I know! Hereâs my counterattack plan! I crushed a laminariales, and squeezed the juice all over the cross. Thatâs right. With this, I get both the attack power of the cross, as well as the effect of the laminariales. It multiplies the effectiveness.
Huhu, this should have at least double the damage Iâll deal. Even this guy wonât be a problem.
âI was wondering why I heard elder sisterâs voice, so I came here to investigate... and the outrageousness I find!â
âWha-? Hah-? Elder sister?? What do you mean byâ I-, I simply, for the Esteemedââ
âI am not listening to excuses. Nor will I have mercy. I will punish you myself. I shall destroy you to the last cinder!â
Alright. This is it. Iâll get him while heâs distracted by Timu. Taking advantage of the situation, I dashed into his opening.
Heh! The chief of the demons looks scary on the outside. Of course, not just his appearance. His power, his cruelty, all of it is fit for the title âstrongest demonâ.
But please donât look down on humanity too much. Humans might be weak, but we bridge over our shortcomings with knowledge. Donât think that humans will just take things standing down.
With the laminarialesâd cross in my hand, I thrust my fist vigorously into his face.
My fist slammed into his face.
âAn instant. In that instant, I felt a crack against my fist, and then something hit my face with a splatter.
âHeh?â
Huh? What is this sensation? What is this thing writhing in front of me?
There before my eyes... was the now mince-meat corpse... of the half-destroyed demon chief. The scene of his meat chunks convulsing after death... was graphic.
HE-, HE SPLATTERRRRED!
Eh-? Eh-? N-, No matter what, arenât you a bit too shaken up!? This might have been a plan I came up with myself, but itâs SUPER EFFECTIVEEE!
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Of course, Ms. Lyra and Gelda were not riding Leo the whole time, and they got off after about an hour and watched me work as Leo played.
Then Sebastian came and told us that lunch was ready, and so I stopped my studying for the time being.
âWell, I learned quite a lot.â
Apparently, Weed Cultivation didnât just make plants that I knew about, but it could reflect my will and create plants that might not even exist.
Of course, it still wasnât just any plant. I could still not make vegetables, etcetera, but this was more than enough.
After eating lunch, I separated from Ms. Claire, who was still making preparations for tomorrow, and Tilura, who would continue studying, and I returned to the garden in order to conduct tests with Weed Cultivation, with plenty of trial and error.
During all of this time, Leo continued to run around in the garden.
â...You sure have a lot of energy, Leo.â
Well, she had taken a break in between. She came to rest near where I was working, and upon seeing the plant I had made yesterday, she had happily devoured it and then went off running again.
â...So Iâm clearly the reason that she is like this... But I suppose itâs better than not having enough energy.â
Just as the sun started to set, Tilura, who had to make up for time she didnât study while ill, finally came out into the garden when she was done.
She then ran around with Leo and then rode on her back. Sometimes they would just rub their faces together and jump around happily.
After some time, Ms. Claire and Sebastian finished making preparations for the forest journey, and so we joined them for dinner.
âMr. Takumi. Do you still refuse to tell me what you are doing with Weed Cultivation?â
âHahaha. Iâm still studying it... Please wait a little longer.â
As for Weed Cultivation, Ms. Claireâs curiosity seemed to be without limit. Though I managed to evade it and finish dinner.
But Ms. Claire seemed a little sulky because of this, though she did smile once the york puddin dessert was brought out.
We rested a little after dinner, and then retired early because Tilura had become quite tired after running around so much.
Ms. Claire returned to her room, and I took Leo back to mine.
Then I left her there so I could take a bath alone.
âPhew... This really is a nice bath.â
As I had spent most of the day outside, I had to wash my body thoroughly.
While Leo had been running a lot, she was going to the forest tomorrow anyway.
She would just get dirty again, so her bath could wait for when we returned from the forest.
I washed myself clean and then soaked in hot water until I was warmed to the bone. And then I returned to my room and played with Leo a little before going to bed.
I had been thinking about Weed Cultivation for nearly the entire day, and so my brain felt a little exhausted, even if my body was fine.
âAnd tomorrow...is the forest.â
I better get some sleep then.
I said goodnight to Leo, who was rolled up into a ball next to my best, and then I sunk underneath the covers.
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In the morning, after I finished washing up, I prepared to go to the forest and left my room.
This time, Tilura did not pay us a visit, which was unusual.
I wondered why, and was told that she had overslept.
She had gotten up in time for breakfast, but there was no time to go and call me and Leo.
After breakfast, I returned to my room to grab my belongings.
I had already found a use for the bag that Sebastian suggested that I buy.
âLeo. Letâs go!â
âWuff.â
I put a few pairs of clothing and tools that I bought into the bag, and then I called Leo before leaving the room.
When we reached the entrance hall, the twenty servants were standing in a line in order to see us off.
Ms. Claire, Sebastian, and Ms. Lyra were wearing the same traveling clothes... They were plain clothes compared to what they usually wore, and had a kind of leather armor on top.
Aside from them, Phillip and Johanna, who had accompanied us to the town, were also present. And there were also two others who were armed and wore metal armor.
...Huh? This many people were going?
âSebastian and Ms. Lyra are going too? And...even the guards...â
âYes. Even if you and the great Leo will be with her, we cannot allow our Lady Claire to go with such small numbers. Lyra and I will be there to take care of her, and Phillip and the three other guards will escort us through the forest.â
âReally. I tried arguing with Sebastian, but he would not hear of us taking fewer people.â
âHahaha. Well, itâs because he is so concerned about you, Ms. Claire.â
I suppose they could not allow a dukeâs daughter to go off with some strange man and his dog...his Silver Fenrir, for a few days.
Huh? But where was Tilura?
I thought that she would at least want to say goodbye to Leo, as they would not be able to see each other for a few days...
âSister, Mr. Takumi, Leo! Please be careful! And come back soon!â
It was as I was thinking this, that Tilura burst out from between the servants.
âTilura. You must continue to study while you wait.â
âWeâll try and return as soon as possible.â
âWuff...wuff-wuff.â
âYes...ah...Leo...â
Iâm sure she actually wanted to come too, but we were going to the forest, which could be dangerous. And so we could not take her.
I was sure that she had heard plenty of that from Ms. Claire already, and had decided to be patient and see us off.
Perhaps Leo had realized this, as she licked Tiluraâs cheek and rubbed her face against it.
Tilura understood this to be a greeting for Leo, and so she smiled and waved at us.
âWell, letâs go then, Mr. Takumi.â
âYes.â
âWuff.â
âGood travels, Lady Claire, Mr. Takumi. Please return safely. We will all be waiting for you!â
âTake care, sister, Mr. Takumi, Leo!â
The servants all talked at once, and so it was quite loud and hurt my ears.
And so after being sent off by the servants and Tilura, I, Leo, Ms. Claire and the others left the mansion. | {
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ãã¤ããã§ãåŧãįãããŽã§ããŖãã | On the next morning after the fierce battle with the student council, Seiya woke up in his bed. But today he wasnât alone.
On top of the bed, he could see a figure of another person. It was Yua. Last night, she fell asleep in his room instead of her own. If it was the usual, Lily would have come with her, but last night, Yua came alone.
The reason is, Lily wasnât at home. At this time, she probably just woke up in Nariâs house.
Yesterday, after the battle with the student council and the award ceremony, they joined with Nari and held a celebration party. There, Nari suggested Lily to spend a night in her house, and she ended up agreeing.
Therefore, Seiya and Yua spent a night with just the two of them for the first time in a while.
Seiya woke up Yua who was sleeping next to him. She was still a little sleepy, but today they couldnât afford to oversleep.
ãWake up, Yuaã
ãMn, Seiya. Good morning....ã
ãO, good morningã
Yua greeted Seiya and lightly kissed him. Without any intention to evade, he accepted her kiss.
After the morning kiss, they went to the dining room for breakfast.
Raiga and Kana were already present there.
ãSo you woke upã
ãGood morning. Both of youã
ãGood morning......ã
When the two took their seats, breakfast was brought out. And when everyone started eating breakfast, Raiga opened a conversation.
ãI didnât have a chance to tell you yesterday, but you officially became the representatives of Arsenia Magic Academy. In other words, you will compete in Leiria Magic Tournament. I think you are aware, but be careful about your power. The Holy Church hosts the Leiria Magic Tournament after allã[]
In reality, Leiria Magic Tournament exists to gather the outstanding magicians in one place. A festival aimed to find the talents to join the Holy Church. Thatâs why they often scout excellent students during the tournament.
ãIt is all rightã
ãAll right.....ã
Then, Kana changed the topic. Kana wanted to replace the heavy conversation with a light one. Such is a special magicianâs wife.
ãBy the way, are you two going to the Aquamarine today?ã
Aquamarine is an annual festival to honor the water maiden held at the end of June. It is famous across the whole Leiria Kingdom. It starts in the city of Moru and lasts three days starting from today.
ãIâll go.....ã
ãJust the two of you?ã
ãAfter all, Lily isnât hereã
Seiya and Yua were in a mood to enjoy the Aquamarine.
Lily will go around with Nari and join them on the second day. Because of that, today, there were only two of them today.
ãYes, excessive flirting in public is prohibitedã
Kana teased the two with a grin.
ãItâs fine, I will choose the right place firstã
Kana let their remarks slide while Raiga breathed a sigh. Breakfast concluded on that note.
Aquamarine became increasingly active after its opening, even more than Christmas Eve. There was twice the number of stalls, but more than that, the number of people was overwhelming.
It spanned across the -kilometer-long street and was filled to the brim with people, to the extent that you needed to make an effort to proceed further. To make matters worse, the procession will pass here on the final day.
So the streets were filled to the brim on the first day and the third day. Seiya and Yua dived into this sea of people.
Both werenât in their uniforms but in their casual clothes. Seiya was wearing black pants and a short-sleeved shirt, while Yua was wearing a white one-piece dress and a gig straw hat.
Yuaâs white skin and white one-piece dress were complementing each other, to the extent that people turned around to look again. However, when they saw Seiya and Yua linking arms, the male population glared at Seiya.
However, Seiya didnât pay any attention and enjoyed the festival.
ãEven so, itâs amazingã
ãEvery year is amazing......ã
ãAre you coming every year?ã
ãUn.....because of my fatherâs work.....ã
ãI see. Did you get tired of it? ã
ãNo.....Iâm together with Seiya, so itâs fun.......ã
ãThanksã
Towards the sweet space that the two created, people around them felt as if they ate too much cotton candy, it was that sweet.
The two immediate forgot Kanaâs warning. That wasnât surprising. They werenât able to do it leisurely since a while ago.
With the fan club, the royal guard, the student council, they werenât able to spare too much time for themselves, they intended to fully enjoy their time together. At that time, Yua found a certain someone.
ãSeiya....that.....ã
ãNn? This is......fate, I guessã
Seiya looked at âsomeoneâ with a bitter smile. The other side seemed to notice them too and asked.
ãSo lolicon also came here?ã
ãIâm not a lolicon, bird womanã
ãWhat? Bird woman?!ã
ãWas I wrong? Fenix is an immortal bird, right? ã
ãThat doesnât mean that Iâm the bird womanã
Yua ended up discovering the members of the student council, who they fought yesterday. By the way, you probably understood, but the bird woman was referring to Selena.
ãYou came to sightsee the Aquamarine too?ã
ãYes, thatâs right. Also, although late, congratulations on the first place ã
ãYeah, thanksã
After they defeated the student council yesterday, they didnât meet each other.
The three lost their consciousness and simply werenât able to. This was their first meeting since the finals. The three were in their casual clothes instead of their uniform.
Selena was wearing black knee socks and a mini skirt, paired with a somewhat childish t-shirt.
Mona was wearing a one-piece dress like Yua, but unlike her, she had bulges where there should have been bulges, it was slightly erotic.
Aishi had a white t-shirt, hot pants, and sandals. Easy-to-move outfit.
The threeâs appearance was pleasing to the eye and gathered the attention of the surrounding males since a while ago. Of course, the jealous stares for Seiya were included. []
ãI must say, your last plan was impressive. The last freezing spell was exceptionally dangerousã
ãUn.....dangerous......ã
The conversation inevitably touched upon the topic of the fight.
ãThank you very much. I never thought you would be able to overcome thatã
ãThatâs right. I thought it was our absolute victoryã
ãWell, letâs forget about yesterday and enjoy ourselvesã
The six rode on Monaâs proposal and decided to enjoy the festival. But Seiya suddenly remembered something.
ãHey, bird womanã
ãWhat?ã
ãThanksã
ãHaa? For what? Do you want to thank me for wasting all of my mana yesterday? ã
Hearing her words, Seiya spontaneously laughed. The same was true for the rest of the crew. Everyone knew what he meant, except for Selena. []
ãWrong. Itâs Lily. You took care of Lily yesterday. It is about thatã
ãSo it is about that. You donât really need to worry. She is Nariâs friend. Besides, Lily-chan is cuteã
Nariâs house, where Lily is staying, is also Selenaâs house since she is Nariâs older sister.
ãSee you thenã
The group split up here. However, at this time, a voice reverberated in his head.
(......ya!......ya! Disaster!)
(Whatâs wrong, Lily?)
(Seiya! Disaster! Nariâs mother was kidnapped)
(What?)
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | We utter about six metaphors a minute. Metaphorical thinking is essential to how we understand ourselves and others, how we communicate, learn, discover and invent.
But metaphor is a way of thought before it is a way with words.
Now, to assist me in explaining this, I've enlisted the help of one of our greatest philosophers, the reigning king of the metaphorians, a man whose contributions to the field are so great that he himself has become a metaphor.
I am, of course, referring to none other than Elvis Presley.
Now, "All Shook Up" is a great love song.
It's also a great example of how whenever we deal with anything abstract -- ideas, emotions, feelings, concepts, thoughts -- we inevitably resort to metaphor.
In "All Shook Up," a touch is not a touch, but a chill.
Lips are not lips, but volcanoes.
She is not she, but a buttercup.
And love is not love, but being all shook up.
In this, Elvis is following Aristotle's classic definition of metaphor as the process of giving the thing a name that belongs to something else.
This is the mathematics of metaphor.
And fortunately it's very simple.
X equals Y.
This formula works wherever metaphor is present.
Elvis uses it, but so does Shakespeare in this famous line from "Romeo and Juliet:" Juliet is the sun.
Now, here, Shakespeare gives the thing, Juliet, a name that belongs to something else, the sun.
But whenever we give a thing a name that belongs to something else, we give it a whole network of analogies too.
We mix and match what we know about the metaphor's source, in this case the sun, with what we know about its target, Juliet.
And metaphor gives us a much more vivid understanding of Juliet than if Shakespeare had literally described what she looks like.
So, how do we make and understand metaphors?
This might look familiar.
The first step is pattern recognition.
Look at this image. What do you see?
Three wayward Pac-Men, and three pointy brackets are actually present.
What we see, however, are two overlapping triangles.
Metaphor is not just the detection of patterns; it is the creation of patterns.
Second step, conceptual synesthesia.
Now, synesthesia is the experience of a stimulus in once sense organ in another sense organ as well, such as colored hearing.
People with colored hearing actually see colors when they hear the sounds of words or letters.
We all have synesthetic abilities.
This is the Bouba/Kiki test.
What you have to do is identify which of these shapes is called Bouba, and which is called Kiki.
If you are like 98 percent of other people, you will identify the round, amoeboid shape as Bouba, and the sharp, spiky one as Kiki.
Can we do a quick show of hands?
Does that correspond?
Okay, I think 99.9 would about cover it.
Why do we do that?
Because we instinctively find, or create, a pattern between the round shape and the round sound of Bouba, and the spiky shape and the spiky sound of Kiki.
And many of the metaphors we use everyday are synesthetic.
Silence is sweet.
Neckties are loud.
Sexually attractive people are hot.
Sexually unattractive people leave us cold.
Metaphor creates a kind of conceptual synesthesia, in which we understand one concept in the context of another.
Third step is cognitive dissonance.
This is the Stroop test.
What you need to do here is identify as quickly as possible the color of the ink in which these words are printed.
You can take the test now.
If you're like most people, you will experience a moment of cognitive dissonance when the name of the color is printed in a differently colored ink.
The test shows that we cannot ignore the literal meaning of words even when the literal meaning gives the wrong answer.
Stroop tests have been done with metaphor as well.
The participants had to identify, as quickly as possible, the literally false sentences.
They took longer to reject metaphors as false than they did to reject literally false sentences.
Why? Because we cannot ignore the metaphorical meaning of words either.
One of the sentences was, "Some jobs are jails."
Now, unless you're a prison guard, the sentence "Some jobs are jails" is literally false.
Sadly, it's metaphorically true.
And the metaphorical truth interferes with our ability to identify it as literally false.
Metaphor matters because it's around us every day, all the time.
Metaphor matters because it creates expectations.
Pay careful attention the next time you read the financial news.
Agent metaphors describe price movements as the deliberate action of a living thing, as in, "The NASDAQ climbed higher."
Object metaphors describe price movements as non-living things, as in, "The Dow fell like a brick."
Researchers asked a group of people to read a clutch of market commentaries, and then predict the next day's price trend.
Those exposed to agent metaphors had higher expectations that price trends would continue.
And they had those expectations because agent metaphors imply the deliberate action of a living thing pursuing a goal.
If, for example, house prices are routinely described as climbing and climbing, higher and higher, people might naturally assume that that rise is unstoppable.
They may feel confident, say, in taking out mortgages they really can't afford.
That's a hypothetical example of course.
But this is how metaphor misleads.
Metaphor also matters because it influences decisions by activating analogies.
A group of students was told that a small democratic country had been invaded and had asked the U.S. for help.
And they had to make a decision.
What should they do?
Intervene, appeal to the U.N., or do nothing?
They were each then given one of three descriptions of this hypothetical crisis.
Each of which was designed to trigger a different historical analogy: World War II, Vietnam, and the third was historically neutral.
Those exposed to the World War II scenario made more interventionist recommendations than the others.
Just as we cannot ignore the literal meaning of words, we cannot ignore the analogies that are triggered by metaphor.
Metaphor matters because it opens the door to discovery.
Whenever we solve a problem, or make a discovery, we compare what we know with what we don't know.
And the only way to find out about the latter is to investigate the ways it might be like the former.
Einstein described his scientific method as combinatory play.
He famously used thought experiments, which are essentially elaborate analogies, to come up with some of his greatest discoveries.
By bringing together what we know and what we don't know through analogy, metaphorical thinking strikes the spark that ignites discovery.
Now metaphor is ubiquitous, yet it's hidden.
But you just have to look at the words around you and you'll find it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson described language as "fossil poetry."
But before it was fossil poetry language was fossil metaphor.
And these fossils still breathe.
Take the three most famous words in all of Western philosophy: "Cogito ergo sum."
That's routinely translated as, "I think, therefore I am."
But there is a better translation.
The Latin word "cogito" is derived from the prefix "co," meaning "together," and the verb "agitare," meaning "to shake."
So, the original meaning of "cogito" is to shake together.
And the proper translation of "cogito ergo sum" is "I shake things up, therefore I am."
Metaphor shakes things up, giving us everything from Shakespeare to scientific discovery in the process.
The mind is a plastic snow dome, the most beautiful, most interesting, and most itself, when, as Elvis put it, it's all shook up.
And metaphor keeps the mind shaking, rattling and rolling, long after Elvis has left the building.
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She didnât wake up even after that intense fight, she was indeed an extraordinary person.
Could she be dead, thought Iris for a moment but, in that case, the rest would have raised a commotion already.
ãAra, welcome back, Iris-chan. It was an amazing fight. Itâs no wonder Marion and I canât win against youã
ã........So frustrating...........Iâll definitely win eventually.....ã
The dragonâs reaction to Irisâ display of power was contrary to each other.
The difference in their personalities could be easily seen from that.
However, it wasnât a right time to worry about that.
ãWhatâs wrong with Sheryl? Is she still not waking up? Does she breathe? Is she hurt? ã
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Iris slapped Eclipse and forcible woken her up.
ãI-It hurts! Whatâs going on? If you want to kill me then do it! ã
ãWho cares about that!? Instead of that, give me Sheryl back! You must have done something to her! ã
ãWhat are you talking about.......? I just restrained her with binding magic. Itâs not there now anyway. Besides that, I didnât do anythingã
ãYouâre lying! Why doesnât she wake up then âã
Just as Iris screamed that with tears in her eyes.
ãFuaaaa, Iâve had a good night..........mm? Why am I outside? Good morning, everyone. Did something happen? ã
Same as always, Sheryl greeted everyone with an idiotic face and a carefree voice.
She indeed looked like she just woke up.
However, there was no way for it to be true.
Not after such an explosive fight.
In fact, the villages went outside their houses to look at the sky long ago.
ãSheryl! You were sleeping until now! ã
ãAh, yes. I can understand this much even if you donât tell me, Iris-sama. Even if Iâm an idiot, you donât need to tell me such obvious things so loudly! ã
Sheryl puffed her cheeks and voiced a complaint.
ãNo. No, no. I mean, itâs true but itâs not about that. Although I had a very intense fight with Eclipse and used some flashy magic, you didnât even wake up! ã
ãAh, so it was like that. Well, Iâm used to falling asleep at the fixed time and waking up at the fixed time. Ahaha. By the way, why did Iris-sama fought Eclipse-chan? Did you quarrel? You shouldnât fight each other. Sisters should get alongã
Lectured Sheryl.
Since she got irritated, Iris delivered a chop on Sherylâs forehead.
ãAtata! What are you doing, Iris-sama? ã
ãYour carefree attitude is supremely irritating! Just how much do you think I was worried about you!?ã
ãEtto........I donât really understand but Iâm sorry.......? ã
Even while apologizing, Sherylâs face failed to indicate her understanding of the matter.
Still angry, Iris stomped on the ground.
Jessica and Marion looked over such Iris with the faces full of frustration.
Iris is an idiot on par with Sheryl, rudely said Punigami.
ãAah, youâre so annoying! All of this is Eclipseâs fault! Itâs time for a punishment! ã
ãTime for a punishment? Donât screw with me! Just kill me already! ã
ãKeep quiet!ã
Iris flipped Eclipseâs body and spanked her on the butt.
ãWhatâs with this embarrassing position......!? Why do I have to go through this humiliation!?ã
ãYou lack reflection! Big Sister doesnât remember raising you this way! ã
ãI donât remember being raised!ã
ãIf you are going to be like this, I wonât give you chocolate anymore!ã
ãC-Chocolate!? Stop, donât say this word in my presence! ã
Eclipse suddenly panicked.
For reasons unknown, chocolate seemed to be a forbidden word for her.
ãHey, does someone have any chocolate?ã
ãEh, there is still some in the church? Can you bring it here? ã
After a while, Punigami brought chocolate from somewhere.
ãLook, Eclipse. This is your favorite chocolate! ã
ãAh, stop! Donât show it to me......kuh, kill me! ã
ãPunigami, put this chocolate right into her mouth!ã
ãPuni!ã
A part of Punigamiâs body deformed and brought chocolate close to Eclipseâs mouth.
However, Eclipse tightly shut her mouth with no intentions to open it.
ãMarion, Jessica san, can you pry her mouth open?ã
ãIf you insist.......ã
ãHere, Eclipse-chan. Letâs open your mouthã
ãGugigigi......stop, stop it......crunch crunchã
Eclipse did her best but, being exhausted after the fight with Iris, she couldnât overcome the power of two dragons. She wasnât capable of resisting.
ãPuniii!ã
Now! Punigami stuffed chocolate into her mouth.
And then, what happened?
Eclipseâs stiff facial expression turned mellow as she enjoyed eating chocolate that she hated so much.
ãTasty! Chocolate is tasty! I want more! ã
ãPunii......?ã
Punigami was greatly confused at her sudden change of expression.
ã.......Punigami. For now, just give her the restã
ãWai, I love you, Big Sister Iris!ã
This Eclipse was Eclipse of yesterday.
She wasnât acting, no matter how one looked at her.
The person in question honestly wanted to eat chocolate and had no ill will towards Iris.
She was just a kid that wanted to eat sweets in front of her eyes.
However, until a while ago, she was seriously fighting against Iris.
Which one is the real her? Or are they both real?
In other to determine that, she was fed chocolate.
ãSweet! But not only sweet like a sugar lump! Tasty, tasty! More, more! ã
ãSorry. This was the last oneã
ãEh, why?! I still want moreã
ãI donât have any, but Sheryl right there might have someã
ãI still have some at homeã
Sheryl swung her hands as she tried to make an appeal.
ãWai, I like Sheryl!ã
Eclipse, while still being held by Iris, flapped her limbs in joy.
ãBut Eclipse. You took this very same Sheryl hostage. Donât you think it was awful? ã
ãIâm awful! I did something bad.......Iâm sorry.......! ã
Unexpectedly, Eclipse immediately admitted her fault and apologized.
Everyone present tilted their heads. Itâs unknown where Punigamiâs neck is located but his behavior hinted the same.
ã.......Etto.......so you understand you did bad.......then why did you do it? Just yesterday, youâve said that you would be fine as long as you have chocolateã
ãUn. Itâs still the same for me. But Iâll turn weird if I donât eat chocolate......ã
ãTurn weird?ã
ãI start to think that I must obey the orders of the Great Demon King. In truth, Iâm fine as long as I have sweets to eat. But I without sweets think of this me as weird. Weird, right? ã
Spoke Eclipse in amusement.
ãIn other words, split personality?ã
ãDonât know. Our memories are properly connected. We think completely differently, thoughã
Iris too didnât understand.
But she did understand that it wasnât appropriate to push the sins of the previous Eclipse on her.
No, there was one more thing.
As long as sheâs given sweets, Eclipse would always stay cute.
ãAlright. Then letâs do this. Sheryl, as the Lord, you should prepare some sweets. Various kinds, so Eclipse doesnât get boredã
ãUnderstood! I have a stash full of chocolate and cookies at my house. Letâs also order a lot from the capital. Also, weâve planted wheat next to potatoes, so next year we would be able to make our own sweets. Right, we are also going to make some profit next yearã
ãAs expected of Baroness Silverlight! In case Eclipse goes wild again, she is going to live with me in the church, so I could stop her at any momentã
ãEh, Do you want to monopolize Eclipse all to yourself, Iris-sama? How horribleã
ãWhat are you saying? Eclipse is my little sister. Of course, we are going to live together. Hey, Eclipse. You do want to live with your big sister, right? Punigami is here tooã
ãUn. I like Big Sister Iris. I want to live with youã
Iris rejoiced as she patted her head.
Howeverâ.
ãBut I like Sheryl too. I want to live in Sherylâs house too! ã
Sheryl danced in joy.
ãWait, Eclipse. Are you planning to split in two? You canât live in two placesã
ãUn......Iâll decide where to stay depending on my mood at that dayã
Said Eclipse in a carefree manner.
She was much more free that Iris the Shut-in.
ãAra. Then come and stay at our house tooã
As Jessica suggested so, Eclipse happily nodded.
ãOkay. Then give me sweetsã
ãFufu, how cute. Iâll give you lotsã
ãDonât just advance the conversation at your convenience......well, itâs okay, I guessã
And Marion seemed to welcome Eclipse to her own house too.
No one could contend with Eclipse cuteness after she ate sweets.
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We'd like to interview you about that." And I said, "Great."
And she said, "But this is CNN, so you only get a sound bite."
So I said, "Well, how many words do I get?"
And she said, "Well, one."
And cameras rolled, and she said, "Professor Seligman, what is the state of psychology today?"
"Good."
"Cut. Cut. That won't do.
We'd really better give you a longer sound bite."
"Well, how many words do I get this time?" "I think, well, you get two.
Doctor Seligman, what is the state of psychology today?"
"Not good."
"Look, Doctor Seligman, we can see you're really not comfortable in this medium.
We'd better give you a real sound bite.
This time you can have three words.
Professor Seligman, what is the state of psychology today?"
"Not good enough." And that's what I'm going to be talking about.
I want to say why psychology was good, why it was not good and how it may become, in the next 10 years, good enough.
And by parallel summary, I want to say the same thing about technology, about entertainment and design, because I think the issues are very similar.
So, why was psychology good?
Well, for more than 60 years, psychology worked within the disease model.
Ten years ago, when I was on an airplane and I introduced myself to my seatmate, and told them what I did, they'd move away from me.
And because, quite rightly, they were saying psychology is about finding what's wrong with you. Spot the loony.
And now, when I tell people what I do, they move toward me.
And what was good about psychology, about the 30 billion dollar investment NIMH made, about working in the disease model, about what you mean by psychology, is that, 60 years ago, none of the disorders were treatable -- it was entirely smoke and mirrors.
And now, 14 of the disorders are treatable, two of them actually curable.
And the other thing that happened is that a science developed, a science of mental illness.
That we found out that we could take fuzzy concepts -- like depression, alcoholism -- and measure them with rigor.
That we could create a classification of the mental illnesses.
That we could understand the causality of the mental illnesses.
people, for example, who were genetically vulnerable to schizophrenia -- and ask what the contribution of mothering, of genetics are, and we could isolate third variables by doing experiments on the mental illnesses.
And best of all, we were able, in the last 50 years, to invent drug treatments and psychological treatments.
And then we were able to test them rigorously, in random assignment, placebo controlled designs, throw out the things that didn't work, keep the things that actively did.
And the conclusion of that is that psychology and psychiatry, over the last 60 years, can actually claim that we can make miserable people less miserable.
And I think that's terrific. I'm proud of it.
But what was not good, the consequences of that were three things.
The first was moral, that psychologists and psychiatrists became victimologists, pathologizers, that our view of human nature was that if you were in trouble, bricks fell on you.
And we forgot that people made choices and decisions.
We forgot responsibility. That was the first cost.
The second cost was that we forgot about you people.
We forgot about improving normal lives.
We forgot about a mission to make relatively untroubled people happier, more fulfilled, more productive. And "genius," "high-talent," became a dirty word.
No one works on that.
And the third problem about the disease model is, in our rush to do something about people in trouble, in our rush to do something about repairing damage, it never occurred to us to develop interventions to make people happier, positive interventions.
So that was not good.
And so, that's what led people like Nancy Etcoff, Dan Gilbert, Mike Csikszentmihalyi and myself to work in something I call positive psychology, which has three aims.
The first is that psychology should be just as concerned with human strength as it is with weakness.
It should be just as concerned with building strength as with repairing damage.
It should be interested in the best things in life.
And it should be just as concerned with making the lives of normal people fulfilling, and with genius, with nurturing high talent.
So in the last 10 years and the hope for the future, we've seen the beginnings of a science of positive psychology, a science of what makes life worth living.
It turns out that we can measure different forms of happiness.
And any of you, for free, can go to that website and take the entire panoply of tests of happiness.
You can ask, how do you stack up for positive emotion, for meaning, for flow, against literally tens of thousands of other people?
We created the opposite of the diagnostic manual of the insanities: a classification of the strengths and virtues that looks at the sex ratio, how they're defined, how to diagnose them, what builds them and what gets in their way.
We found that we could discover the causation of the positive states, the relationship between left hemispheric activity and right hemispheric activity as a cause of happiness.
I've spent my life working on extremely miserable people, and I've asked the question, And starting about six years ago, we asked about extremely happy people.
And how do they differ from the rest of us?
And it turns out there's one way.
They're not more religious, they're not in better shape, they don't have more money, they're not better looking, they don't have more good events and fewer bad events.
The one way in which they differ: they're extremely social.
They don't sit in seminars on Saturday morning.
They don't spend time alone.
Each of them is in a romantic relationship and each has a rich repertoire of friends.
But watch out here. This is merely correlational data, not causal, and it's about happiness in the first Hollywood sense I'm going to talk about: happiness of ebullience and giggling and good cheer.
And I'm going to suggest to you that's not nearly enough, in just a moment.
We found we could begin to look at interventions over the centuries, from the Buddha to Tony Robbins.
About 120 interventions have been proposed that allegedly make people happy.
And we find that we've been able to manualize many of them, and we actually carry out random assignment efficacy and effectiveness studies.
That is, which ones actually make people lastingly happier?
In a couple of minutes, I'll tell you about some of those results.
in addition to its mission of curing the mentally ill, and in addition to its mission of making miserable people less miserable, is can psychology actually make people happier?
And to ask that question -- happy is not a word I use very much -- we've had to break it down into what I think is askable about happy.
And I believe there are three different -- and I call them different because different interventions build them, it's possible to have one rather than the other -- three different happy lives.
The first happy life is the pleasant life.
This is a life in which you have as much positive emotion as you possibly can, and the skills to amplify it.
The second is a life of engagement -- a life in your work, your parenting, your love, your leisure, time stops for you.
That's what Aristotle was talking about.
And third, the meaningful life.
So I want to say a little bit about each of those lives and what we know about them.
The first life is the pleasant life and it's simply, as best we can find it, it's having as many of the pleasures as you can, as much positive emotion as you can, and learning the skills -- savoring, mindfulness -- that amplify them, that stretch them over time and space.
But the pleasant life has three drawbacks, and it's why positive psychology is not happy-ology and why it doesn't end here.
The first drawback is that it turns out the pleasant life, your experience of positive emotion, is heritable, about 50 percent heritable, and, in fact, not very modifiable.
So the different tricks that Matthieu [Ricard] and I and others know about increasing the amount of positive emotion in your life are 15 to 20 percent tricks, getting more of it.
Second is that positive emotion habituates. It habituates rapidly, indeed.
It's all like French vanilla ice cream, the first taste is a 100 percent; by the time you're down to the sixth taste, it's gone.
And, as I said, it's not particularly malleable.
And this leads to the second life.
And I have to tell you about my friend, Len, to talk about why positive psychology is more than positive emotion, more than building pleasure.
In two of the three great arenas of life, by the time Len was 30, Len was enormously successful. The first arena was work.
By the time he was 20, he was an options trader.
By the time he was 25, he was a multimillionaire and the head of an options trading company.
Second, in play -- he's a national champion bridge player.
But in the third great arena of life, love, Len is an abysmal failure.
And the reason he was, was that Len is a cold fish.
Len is an introvert.
American women said to Len, when he dated them, "You're no fun. You don't have positive emotion. Get lost."
And Len was wealthy enough to be able to afford a Park Avenue psychoanalyst, who for five years tried to find the sexual trauma that had somehow locked positive emotion inside of him.
But it turned out there wasn't any sexual trauma.
It turned out that -- Len grew up in Long Island and he played football and watched football, and played bridge -- Len is in the bottom five percent of what we call positive affectivities.
The question is, is Len unhappy? And I want to say not.
Contrary to what psychology told us about the bottom 50 percent of the human race in positive affectivity, I think Len is one of the happiest people I know.
He's not consigned to the hell of unhappiness and that's because Len, like most of you, is enormously capable of flow.
When he walks onto the floor of the American Exchange at 9:30 in the morning, time stops for him. And it stops till the closing bell.
When the first card is played, until 10 days later, the tournament is over, time stops for Len.
And this is indeed what Mike Csikszentmihalyi has been talking about, about flow. And it's distinct from pleasure in a very important way.
Pleasure has raw feels: you know it's happening. It's thought and feeling.
But what Mike told you yesterday -- during flow, you can't feel anything.
You're one with the music. Time stops.
You have intense concentration.
And this is indeed the characteristic of what we think of as the good life.
And we think there's a recipe for it, and it's knowing what your highest strengths are.
And again, there's a valid test of what your five highest strengths are.
And then re-crafting your life to use them as much as you possibly can.
Re-crafting your work, your love, your play, your friendship, your parenting.
Just one example. One person I worked with was a bagger at Genuardi's.
Hated the job.
She's working her way through college.
Her highest strength was social intelligence, so she re-crafted bagging to make the encounter with her the social highlight of every customer's day.
Now obviously she failed.
But what she did was to take her highest strengths, and re-craft work to use them as much as possible.
What you get out of that is not smiley-ness.
You don't look like Debbie Reynolds.
You don't giggle a lot. What you get is more absorption.
So, that's the second path. The first path, positive emotion.
The second path is eudaimonian flow.
And the third path is meaning.
This is the most venerable of the happinesses, traditionally.
And meaning, in this view, consists of -- very parallel to eudaimonia -- it consists of knowing what your highest strengths are, and using them to belong to and in the service of something larger than you are.
I mentioned that for all three kinds of lives, the pleasant life, the good life, the meaningful life, people are now hard at work on the question, are there things that lastingly change those lives?
And the answer seems to be yes. And I'll just give you some samples of it.
It's being done in a rigorous manner.
It's being done in the same way that we test drugs to see what really works.
So we do random assignment, placebo controlled, long-term studies of different interventions.
And just to sample the kind of interventions that we find have an effect, when we teach people about the pleasant life, how to have more pleasure in your life, one of your assignments is to take the mindfulness skills, the savoring skills, and you're assigned to design a beautiful day.
Next Saturday, set a day aside, design yourself a beautiful day, and use savoring and mindfulness to enhance those pleasures.
And we can show in that way that the pleasant life is enhanced.
Gratitude visit. I want you all to do this with me now, if you would.
Close your eyes.
I'd like you to remember someone who did something enormously important that changed your life in a good direction, and who you never properly thanked.
The person has to be alive. OK.
Now, OK, you can open your eyes.
I hope all of you have such a person.
Your assignment, when you're learning the gratitude visit, is to write a 300-word testimonial to that person, call them on the phone in Phoenix, ask if you can visit, don't tell them why, show up at their door, you read the testimonial -- everyone weeps when this happens.
And what happens is when we test people one week later, a month later, three months later, they're both happier and less depressed.
Another example is a strength date, in which we get couples to identify their highest strengths on the strengths test, and then to design an evening in which they both use their strengths, and we find this is a strengthener of relationships.
And fun versus philanthropy.
But it's so heartening to be in a group like this, in which so many of you have turned your lives to philanthropy.
Well, my undergraduates and the people I work with haven't discovered this, so we actually have people do something altruistic and do something fun, and to contrast it.
And what you find is when you do something fun, it has a square wave walk set.
When you do something philanthropic to help another person, it lasts and it lasts.
So those are examples of positive interventions.
So, the next to last thing I want to say is we're interested in how much life satisfaction people have.
And this is really what you're about. And that's our target variable.
And we ask the question as a function of the three different lives, how much life satisfaction do you get?
So we ask -- and we've done this in 15 replications involving thousands of people -- to what extent does the pursuit of pleasure, the pursuit of positive emotion, the pleasant life, the pursuit of engagement, time stopping for you, and the pursuit of meaning contribute to life satisfaction?
And our results surprised us, but they were backward of what we thought.
It turns out the pursuit of pleasure has almost no contribution to life satisfaction.
The pursuit of meaning is the strongest.
The pursuit of engagement is also very strong.
Where pleasure matters is if you have both engagement and you have meaning, then pleasure's the whipped cream and the cherry.
Which is to say, the full life -- the sum is greater than the parts, if you've got all three.
Conversely, if you have none of the three, the empty life, the sum is less than the parts.
And what we're asking now is does the very same relationship, physical health, morbidity, how long you live and productivity, follow the same relationship?
That is, in a corporation, is productivity a function of positive emotion, engagement and meaning?
Is health a function of positive engagement, of pleasure, and of meaning in life?
And there is reason to think the answer to both of those may well be yes.
So, Chris said that the last speaker had a chance to try to integrate what he heard, and so this was amazing for me. I've never been in a gathering like this.
I've never seen speakers stretch beyond themselves so much, which was one of the remarkable things.
But I found that the problems of psychology seemed to be parallel to the problems of technology, entertainment and design in the following way.
We all know that technology, entertainment and design have been and can be used for destructive purposes.
We also know that technology, entertainment and design can be used to relieve misery.
And by the way, the distinction between relieving misery and building happiness is extremely important.
I thought, when I first became a therapist 30 years ago, that if I was good enough to make someone not depressed, not anxious, not angry, that I'd make them happy.
And I never found that. I found the best you could ever do was to get to zero.
But they were empty.
And it turns out the skills of happiness, the skills of the pleasant life, the skills of engagement, the skills of meaning, are different from the skills of relieving misery. And so, the parallel thing holds with technology, entertainment and design, I believe.
That is, it is possible for these three drivers of our world to increase happiness, to increase positive emotion, and that's typically how they've been used.
But once you fractionate happiness the way I do -- not just positive emotion, that's not nearly enough -- there's flow in life, and there's meaning in life.
As Laura Lee told us, design, and, I believe, entertainment and technology, can be used to increase meaning engagement in life as well.
So in conclusion, the eleventh reason for optimism, in addition to the space elevator, is that I think with technology, entertainment and design, we can actually increase the amount of tonnage of human happiness on the planet.
And if technology can, in the next decade or two, increase the pleasant life, the good life and the meaningful life, it will be good enough.
If entertainment can be diverted to also increase positive emotion, meaning, eudaimonia, it will be good enough.
And if design can increase positive emotion, eudaimonia, and flow and meaning, what we're all doing together will become good enough. Thank you. | {
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | This year I'm going to tell you the story of the birth of digital computing.
This was a perfect introduction.
And it's a story that did work. It did happen, and the machines are all around us.
And it was a technology that was inevitable.
If the people I'm going to tell you the story about, if they hadn't done it, somebody else would have.
So, it was sort of the right idea at the right time.
This is Barricelli's universe. This is the universe we live in now.
It's the universe in which these machines are now doing all these things, including changing biology.
I'm starting the story with the first atomic bomb at Trinity, which was the Manhattan Project. It was a little bit like TED: it brought a whole lot of very smart people together.
And three of the smartest people were Stan Ulam, Richard Feynman and John von Neumann.
And it was Von Neumann who said, after the bomb, he was working on something much more important than bombs: he's thinking about computers.
So, he wasn't only thinking about them; he built one. This is the machine he built.
He built this machine, and we had a beautiful demonstration of how this thing really works, with these little bits. And it's an idea that goes way back.
The first person to really explain that was Thomas Hobbes, who, in 1651, explained how arithmetic and logic are the same thing, and if you want to do artificial thinking and artificial logic, you can do it all with arithmetic.
He said you needed addition and subtraction.
Leibniz, who came a little bit later -- this is 1679 -- showed that you didn't even need subtraction.
You could do the whole thing with addition.
Here, we have all the binary arithmetic and logic that drove the computer revolution.
And Leibniz was the first person to really talk about building such a machine.
He talked about doing it with marbles, having gates and what we now call shift registers, where you shift the gates, drop the marbles down the tracks.
And that's what all these machines are doing, except, instead of doing it with marbles, they're doing it with electrons.
And then we jump to Von Neumann, 1945, when he sort of reinvents the whole same thing.
And 1945, after the war, the electronics existed to actually try and build such a machine.
So June 1945 -- actually, the bomb hasn't even been dropped yet -- and Von Neumann is putting together all the theory to actually build this thing, which also goes back to Turing, who, before that, gave the idea that you could do all this with a very brainless, little, finite state machine, just reading a tape in and reading a tape out.
The other sort of genesis of what Von Neumann did was the difficulty of how you would predict the weather.
Lewis Richardson saw how you could do this with a cellular array of people, giving them each a little chunk, and putting it together.
Here, we have an electrical model illustrating a mind having a will, but capable of only two ideas.
And that's really the simplest computer.
It's basically why you need the qubit, because it only has two ideas.
And you put lots of those together, you get the essentials of the modern computer: the arithmetic unit, the central control, the memory, the recording medium, the input and the output.
But, there's one catch. This is the fatal -- you know, we saw it in starting these programs up.
The instructions which govern this operation must be given in absolutely exhaustive detail.
So, the programming has to be perfect, or it won't work.
If you look at the origins of this, the classic history sort of takes it all back to the ENIAC here.
But actually, the machine I'm going to tell you about, the Institute for Advanced Study machine, which is way up there, really should be down there. So, I'm trying to revise history, and give some of these guys more credit than they've had.
Such a computer would open up universes, which are, at the present, outside the range of any instruments.
So it opens up a whole new world, and these people saw it.
The guy who was supposed to build this machine was the guy in the middle, Vladimir Zworykin, from RCA.
RCA, in probably one of the lousiest business decisions of all time, decided not to go into computers.
But the first meetings, November 1945, were at RCA's offices.
RCA started this whole thing off, and said, you know, televisions are the future, not computers.
The essentials were all there -- all the things that make these machines run.
Von Neumann, and a logician, and a mathematician from the army put this together. Then, they needed a place to build it.
When RCA said no, that's when they decided to build it in Princeton, where Freeman works at the Institute.
That's where I grew up as a kid.
That's me, that's my sister Esther, who's talked to you before, so we both go back to the birth of this thing.
That's Freeman, a long time ago, and that was me.
And this is Von Neumann and Morgenstern, who wrote the "Theory of Games."
All these forces came together there, in Princeton.
Oppenheimer, who had built the bomb.
The machine was actually used mainly for doing bomb calculations.
And Julian Bigelow, who took Zworkykin's place as the engineer, to actually figure out, using electronics, how you would build this thing. The whole gang of people who came to work on this, and women in front, who actually did most of the coding, were the first programmers.
These were the prototype geeks, the nerds.
They didn't fit in at the Institute.
This is a letter from the director, concerned about -- "especially unfair on the matter of sugar."
You can read the text.
This is hackers getting in trouble for the first time.
These were not theoretical physicists.
They were real soldering-gun type guys, and they actually built this thing.
And we take it for granted now, that each of these machines has billions of transistors, doing billions of cycles per second without failing.
They were using vacuum tubes, very narrow, sloppy techniques to get actually binary behavior out of these radio vacuum tubes.
They actually used 6J6, the common radio tube, because they found they were more reliable than the more expensive tubes.
And what they did at the Institute was publish every step of the way.
Reports were issued, so that this machine was cloned at 15 other places around the world.
And it really was. It was the original microprocessor.
All the computers now are copies of that machine.
The memory was in cathode ray tubes -- a whole bunch of spots on the face of the tube -- very, very sensitive to electromagnetic disturbances.
So, there's 40 of these tubes, like a V-40 engine running the memory.
The input and the output was by teletype tape at first.
This is a wire drive, using bicycle wheels. This is the archetype of the hard disk that's in your machine now.
Then they switched to a magnetic drum.
This is modifying IBM equipment, which is the origins of the whole data-processing industry, later at IBM.
And this is the beginning of computer graphics.
The "Graph'g-Beam Turn On." This next slide, that's the -- as far as I know -- the first digital bitmap display, 1954.
So, Von Neumann was already off in a theoretical cloud, doing abstract sorts of studies of how you could build reliable machines out of unreliable components.
Those guys drinking all the tea with sugar in it were writing in their logbooks, trying to get this thing to work, with all these 2,600 vacuum tubes that failed half the time.
And that's what I've been doing, this last six months, is going through the logs.
"Running time: two minutes. Input, output: 90 minutes."
This includes a large amount of human error.
So they are always trying to figure out, what's machine error? What's human error?
What's code, what's hardware?
That's an engineer gazing at tube number 36, trying to figure out why the memory's not in focus.
He had to focus the memory -- seems OK.
So, he had to focus each tube just to get the memory up and running, let alone having, you know, software problems.
"No use, went home." "Impossible to follow the damn thing, where's a directory?"
So, already, they're complaining about the manuals: "before closing down in disgust ... " "The General Arithmetic: Operating Logs."
Burning lots of midnight oil.
"MANIAC," which became the acronym for the machine, Mathematical and Numerical Integrator and Calculator, "lost its memory."
"MANIAC regained its memory, when the power went off." "Machine or human?"
"Aha!" So, they figured out it's a code problem.
"Found trouble in code, I hope."
"Code error, machine not guilty."
"Damn it, I can be just as stubborn as this thing."
"And the dawn came." So they ran all night.
Twenty-four hours a day, this thing was running, mainly running bomb calculations.
"Everything up to this point is wasted time." "What's the use? Good night."
"Master control off. The hell with it. Way off." "Something's wrong with the air conditioner -- smell of burning V-belts in the air."
"A short -- do not turn the machine on."
"IBM machine putting a tar-like substance on the cards. The tar is from the roof."
So they really were working under tough conditions.
Here, "A mouse has climbed into the blower behind the regulator rack, set blower to vibrating. Result: no more mouse."
"Here lies mouse. Born: ?. Died: 4:50 a.m., May 1953."
There's an inside joke someone has penciled in: "Here lies Marston Mouse."
If you're a mathematician, you get that, because Marston was a mathematician who objected to the computer being there.
"Picked a lightning bug off the drum." "Running at two kilocycles."
That's two thousand cycles per second -- "yes, I'm chicken" -- so two kilocycles was slow speed.
The high speed was 16 kilocycles.
I don't know if you remember a Mac that was 16 Megahertz, that's slow speed.
"I have now duplicated both results.
How will I know which is right, assuming one result is correct?
This now is the third different output.
I know when I'm licked."
"We've duplicated errors before."
"Machine run, fine. Code isn't."
"Only happens when the machine is running."
And sometimes things are okay.
"Machine a thing of beauty, and a joy forever." "Perfect running."
"Parting thought: when there's bigger and better errors, we'll have them."
So, nobody was supposed to know they were actually designing bombs.
They're designing hydrogen bombs. But someone in the logbook, late one night, finally drew a bomb.
So, that was the result. It was Mike, the first thermonuclear bomb, in 1952.
That was designed on that machine, in the woods behind the Institute.
So Von Neumann invited a whole gang of weirdos from all over the world to work on all these problems.
Barricelli, he came to do what we now call, really, artificial life, trying to see if, in this artificial universe -- he was a viral-geneticist, way, way, way ahead of his time.
He's still ahead of some of the stuff that's being done now.
Trying to start an artificial genetic system running in the computer.
Began -- his universe started March 3, '53.
So it's almost exactly -- it's 50 years ago next Tuesday, I guess.
And he saw everything in terms of -- he could read the binary code straight off the machine.
He had a wonderful rapport.
Other people couldn't get the machine running. It always worked for him.
Even errors were duplicated.
"Dr. Barricelli claims machine is wrong, code is right."
So he designed this universe, and ran it.
When the bomb people went home, he was allowed in there.
He would run that thing all night long, running these things, if anybody remembers Stephen Wolfram, who reinvented this stuff.
And he published it. It wasn't locked up and disappeared.
It was published in the literature.
"If it's that easy to create living organisms, why not create a few yourself?"
So, he decided to give it a try, to start this artificial biology going in the machines.
And he found all these, sort of -- it was like a naturalist coming in and looking at this tiny, 5,000-byte universe, and seeing all these things happening that we see in the outside world, in biology.
This is some of the generations of his universe.
But they're just going to stay numbers; they're not going to become organisms.
They have to have something.
You have a genotype and you have to have a phenotype.
They have to go out and do something. And he started doing that, started giving these little numerical organisms things they could play with -- playing chess with other machines and so on.
And they did start to evolve.
And he went around the country after that.
Every time there was a new, fast machine, he started using it, and saw exactly what's happening now.
That the programs, instead of being turned off -- when you quit the program, you'd keep running and, basically, all the sorts of things like Windows is doing, running as a multi-cellular organism on many machines, he envisioned all that happening.
And he saw that evolution itself was an intelligent process.
It wasn't any sort of creator intelligence, but the thing itself was a giant parallel computation And he went out of his way to say that he was not saying this was lifelike, or a new kind of life.
It just was another version of the same thing happening.
And there's really no difference between what he was doing in the computer and what nature did billions of years ago.
And could you do it again now?
So, when I went into these archives looking at this stuff, lo and behold, the archivist came up one day, saying, "I think we found another box that had been thrown out."
And it was his universe on punch cards.
So there it is, 50 years later, sitting there -- sort of suspended animation.
That's the instructions for running -- this is actually the source code for one of those universes, with a note from the engineers saying they're having some problems.
"There must be something about this code that you haven't explained yet."
And I think that's really the truth. We still don't understand how these very simple instructions can lead to increasing complexity.
What's the dividing line between when that is lifelike and when it really is alive?
These cards, now, thanks to me showing up, are being saved.
And the question is, should we run them or not?
You know, could we get them running?
Do you want to let it loose on the Internet?
These machines would think they -- whether they've died and gone to heaven, there's a universe.
My laptop is 10 thousand million times the size of the universe that they lived in when Barricelli quit the project.
He was thinking far ahead, to how this would really grow into a new kind of life.
And that's what's happening!
When Juan Enriquez told us about these 12 trillion bits being transferred back and forth, of all this genomics data going to the proteomics lab, that's what Barricelli imagined: that this digital code in these machines it already is coding from nucleic acids.
We've been doing that since, you know, since we started PCR and synthesizing small strings of DNA.
And real soon, we're actually going to be synthesizing the proteins, and, like Steve showed us, that just opens an entirely new world.
It's a world that Von Neumann himself envisioned.
This was published after he died: his sort of unfinished notes on self-reproducing machines, what it takes to get the machines sort of jump-started to where they begin to reproduce.
It took really three people: Barricelli had the concept of the code as a living thing; Von Neumann saw how you could build the machines -- that now, last count, four million of these Von Neumann machines is built every 24 hours; and Julian Bigelow, who died 10 days ago -- this is John Markoff's obituary for him -- he was the important missing link, the engineer who came in and knew how to put those vacuum tubes together and make it work.
And all our computers have, inside them, the copies of the architecture that he had to just design one day, sort of on pencil and paper.
And he explained, in a very generous way, the spirit that brought all these different people to the Institute for Advanced Study in the '40s to do this project, and make it freely available with no patents, no restrictions, no intellectual property disputes to the rest of the world.
That's the last entry in the logbook when the machine was shut down, July 1958.
And it's Julian Bigelow who was running it until midnight when the machine was officially turned off.
And that's the end.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | But if you get the grade "Not Yet" you understand that you're on a learning curve.
It gives you a path into the future.
"Not Yet" also gave me insight into a critical event early in my career, a real turning point.
I wanted to see how children coped with challenge and difficulty, so I gave 10-year-olds problems that were slightly too hard for them.
Some of them reacted in a shockingly positive way.
They said things like, "I love a challenge," or, "You know, I was hoping this would be informative."
They understood that their abilities could be developed.
They had what I call a growth mindset.
But other students felt it was tragic, catastrophic.
From their more fixed mindset perspective, their intelligence had been up for judgment and they failed.
Instead of luxuriating in the power of yet, they were gripped in the tyranny of now.
So what do they do next?
I'll tell you what they do next.
In one study, they told us they would probably cheat the next time instead of studying more if they failed a test.
In another study, after a failure, they looked for someone who did worse than they did so they could feel really good about themselves.
And in study after study, they have run from difficulty.
Scientists measured the electrical activity from the brain as students confronted an error.
On the left, you see the fixed mindset students.
There's hardly any activity.
They run from the error.
They don't engage with it.
But on the right, you have the students with the growth mindset, the idea that abilities can be developed.
They engage deeply.
Their brain is on fire with yet.
They engage deeply.
They process the error.
They learn from it and they correct it.
How are we raising our children?
Are we raising them for now instead of yet?
Are we raising kids who are obsessed with getting A's?
Are we raising kids who don't know how to dream big dreams?
Their biggest goal is getting the next A or the next test score?
And are they carrying this need for constant validation with them into their future lives?
Maybe, because employers are coming to me and saying, we have already raised a generation of young workers who can't get through the day without an award.
So what can we do?
How can we build that bridge to yet?
Here are some things we can do.
First of all, we can praise wisely, not praising intelligence or talent.
That has failed.
Don't do that anymore.
But praising the process that kids engage in: their effort, their strategies, their focus, their perseverance, their improvement.
This process praise creates kids who are hardy and resilient.
There are other ways to reward yet.
We recently teamed up with game scientists from the University of Washington to create a new online math game that rewarded yet.
In this game, students were rewarded for effort, strategy and progress.
The usual math game rewards you for getting answers right right now, but this game rewarded process.
And we got more effort, more engagement over longer periods of time, and more perseverance when they hit really, really hard problems.
Just the words "yet" or "not yet," we're finding, give kids greater confidence, give them a path into the future that creates greater persistence.
And we can actually change students' mindsets.
In one study, we taught them that every time they push out of their comfort zone to learn something new and difficult, the neurons in their brain can form new, stronger connections, and over time they can get smarter.
Look what happened: in this study, students who were not taught this growth mindset continued to show declining grades over this difficult school transition, but those who were taught this lesson showed a sharp rebound in their grades.
We have shown this now, this kind of improvement, with thousands and thousands of kids, especially struggling students.
So let's talk about equality.
In our country, there are groups of students for example, children in inner cities, or children on Native American reservations.
And they've done so poorly for so long that many people think it's inevitable.
But when educators create growth mindset classrooms steeped in yet, equality happens.
And here are just a few examples.
In one year, a kindergarten class in Harlem, New York scored in the 95th percentile on the National Achievement Test.
Many of those kids could not hold a pencil when they arrived at school.
In one year, fourth grade students in the South Bronx, way behind, became the number one fourth grade class in the state of New York on the state math test.
In a year to a year and a half, Native American students in a school on a reservation went from the bottom of their district to the top, and that district included affluent sections of Seattle.
So the native kids outdid the Microsoft kids.
This happened because the meaning of effort and difficulty were transformed.
Before, effort and difficulty made them feel dumb, made them feel like giving up, but now, effort and difficulty, that's when their neurons are making new connections, stronger connections.
That's when they're getting smarter.
I received a letter recently from a 13-year-old boy.
He said, "Dear Professor Dweck, I appreciate that your writing is based on solid scientific research, and that's why I decided to put it into practice.
I put more effort into my schoolwork, into my relationship with my family, and into my relationship with kids at school, and I experienced great improvement in all of those areas.
I now realize I've wasted most of my life."
Let's not waste any more lives, because once we know that abilities are capable of such growth, it becomes a basic human right for children, all children, to live in places that create that growth, to live in places filled with yet.
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Victor stared at his feet, which he slowly lowered into the water, his eyes wide.
Well, thatâs because I released so much magic power that it broke down the barrier. If he couldnât get in after what I did, Iâd have my doubts about Victorâs situation.
Perhaps because I released too much magic power all at once, I felt a little sluggish.
I was a bit tired. I wondered if I would ever get out of this lake. I definitely didnât want to die after coming all this way.
âHey, kid!â
âGo get the fairy.â
I told him forcefully before Victor could say anything to me, not wanting him to realize how tired I was.
I kept a close eye on Victor while I rested. He made it to the top by clinging to a few strands of ivy.
How light was he.... I mean, how sturdy were those ivies? It would normally tear apart under the weight of a normal adult male.
âYouâre almost there.â
Victor reached for the fairy.
Thanks to removing the cloth, my vision has improved. I could see every detail. I gazed at the fairyâs expression.
Is she asleep? She looks like a little fairy from a picture book.
She had transparent wings, and her ears were slightly pointed. How cute. I wish fairies also existed in Duelkis Country.
âGotcha!â
At the same time, the waterfallâs flow became rougher, and the grass and trees began to decay. The walls started to fall down.
Oops. ...I knew this would happen.
âWhat the heck is going on?â
The ivy in Victorâs grasp turns brownish and snaps off. With a loud thud, he fell to the ground in front of me. In his hand is a small, adorable fairy that is still sound asleep.
I wonder how long she would stay asleep ...But when I get a good look at her, her beauty becomes even more apparent. Her eyelashes were long and her skin was smooth. She looks like everything a girl would envy.
âWhy are you so calm in this situation?â
He fell from such a great height, yet how could he be unscathed?
âDo you know how we are going to escape from here?â
Victorâs impatient voice echoed in my ears. The path we came from was closed off, and we couldnât go back, probably because the wall had collapsed.
It was a pretty bad situation. The water was getting stronger, and the exit was blocked. If we donât act soon, weâll drown.
âWe have to get out of here.â
âThatâs what Iâve been talking about for a while now.â
Victor looked at me with a dazed expression on his face.
Figure it out, me. This was like an escape game. There had to be a way out.
All the green I could see turned brown, and what was once a beautiful place instantly became obsolete. I then remembered the source of magic power.
I paused for a moment, then asked Victor.
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Calming down a bit after breathing the fresh air, I finally have the composure to check my body once more.
With pale smooth skin, a modest chest, a member-less crotch, and a tail with silver scales. All of these are as I saw yesterday.
But thinking that there might be other parts that might have changed, I tried touching all over the place.
(This thing on my back... itâs a bit small, but maybe itâs a wing? Also, thereâs a horn-like thing too)
The wing-like things seem to feel just like a shrunken version of the so-called dragon wings. The horn-like things are short. There are four in total, two on each side of the head and it grows from the front pointing backward.
I donât have a mirror so Iâm not absolutely sure about it, but from their shape and touch, Iâm probably not wrong.
(My hairâs longer too... Ah, itâs silver like the tail. The horns and wings are probably the same color too.)
While touching the seemingly glistening silver hair thatâs grown until right above my waist, I sigh. From the point that I got a tail, I probably canât refute that this place isnât on earth and itâs also clear that Iâm no longer human.
(Horns, wings, and a tail. I also have scales and the shape of the wings looks dragonish. A lizardman wouldnât have wings after all. So, Iâm in another world and turned into a dragonoid or something.)
I read a lot of fantasy manga and novels but I never thought I would be a part of those stuff. Once again, I breathe out a sigh.
ãThereâs no use feeling down. Letâs be positive.ã
Rather than being a lowlife freeter with no hopes and dreams, having a chance to enjoy an unknown world right now might be better. Thinking so, my stomach suddenly cried for food.
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Thinking so, I started exploring the area.
I walked aimlessly while searching for edible-looking fruits and grass.
(Hmm, is this edible?)
I pluck off a relatively soft, non-poisonous looking one and ate it.
It faintly stings but it seems to be edible. I can probably use it as a spice substitute so I harvested some more. I gather other more safe-looking ones while having a taste as well.
I also found a few acorn-like nuts. Searching the area, there seems to be quite a number of them so, disregarding how it tastes, it looks like I wonât be starving.
Now if I only have water then I could probably manage for now. While I wrap all the nuts I gathered on some random big leaf, I heard a sound somewhere.
It was a smooth sound of something flowing. It might be a river. This is a good sign, I thought as I carry my food supply and ran towards the origin of the sound. Soon after, just as I expected, I see a river.
Yahoo! I cheered as I approached the river and in its clear waters, I see a fish swimming around.
(The water seems safe to directly drink too, I can probably live here!)
I have neither any clothing nor any shelter, but since Iâve managed to clear the most essential food problem, I breathe a sigh of relief. After I hide the food in my arms in the shadow of a nearby boulder to make sure that birds wonât eat it, I approach the river and drink the water.
ãItâs so good...!ã
Itâs the first time I had water this good. Itâs nothing like some random mineral water. Being thirsty as well, I unconsciously drink huge gulps of it and lied face up in satisfaction.
My tail hits the rock accidentally. It hurts slightly, but now that I feel relieved and comfortable due to the warmth of the sun, my eyelids began drooping and I immediately fall asleep.
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As I woke up, the sun has already started setting and the sky is faintly dyed in red. I seem to be tired from all of that huh, I thought to myself as I stretch my body and stand up.
Suddenly, I feel something wanting to come out, likely because I drank a lot of water.
(Ugh... That reminds me, Iâm a woman now, right...)
Since I canât do it like I used to, I found a suitable place and embraced my tail under my armpit as I crouch down.
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Itâs probably just an animal. Well, we are in a forest so there should be some; so I shift my sights to where the sound seems to be coming from andââ
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ãããĻããã | I watched Tama and Grulf eat as I ate my own dinner.
They were eating quite fast. Their plates were on the ground near my feet.
On the other hand, Lord Gerberga ate on top of the table.
As he was a god, it did not feel right to make him eat on the floor.
Besides, he was small enough not to get in the way.
âClu-cluck.â
He was also eating away happily.
Lord Gerbergaâs food was leafy vegetables, corn, and meat.
Grulf mostly ate meat. Tama had meat and potatoes.
By the way, the order in which they ate was always Lord Gerberga, Tama and then Grulf.
As they ate, I petted Tama on the back.
âWuf-wuf-wuf...â
He continued to eat obliviously.
âHe seems to have gained some weight?â
âYes, I am very relieved to see him fatten up.â
Philly said happily.
Everyone had been worried about how skinny he was.
âTama, thereâs more if you want some.â
If Tama ever looked like he was still hungry, Grulf would share his own food.
But Grulf was still growing, so it was important that he ate a lot too.
âYou eat more too, Grulf. Thereâs still a lot left.â
I petted Grulf as he ate as well.
After a while, they both finished eating.
Today, they were both satisfied with their first serving.
âIâll get them some water.â
I was about to stand up, but Milka got up first.
âYou stay in your chair, Mister Locke! Iâll fetch the water!â
Milka brought over a pitcher and poured Grulf and Tama some water.
They both drank it as if it were incredibly delicious.
Lord Gerberga finished his meal and walked across the table to jump on my lap.
âDonât you want any more, Lord Gerbera?â
Apparently, not.
Lord Gerberga started to wriggle into my clothes.
âWhat is it? Lord Gerberga.â
âLord Gerberga wants you to coddle him.â
Luchila said.
And so I gently petted Lord Gerberga.
Once dinner was eaten and we had finished cleaning up, Eric and Goran arrived.
âEric and Goran. Did you both eat? I can prepare you some if you havenât.â
âOh, thank you. Gladly!â
âLeave it to me!â
After Goran replied, Milka ran to the kitchen before I had finished standing up.
âAnd you, Eric?â
âIâm grateful for the offer, but no thank you. Refi wouldnât like it.â
âAh. Thatâs true.â
Ericâs wife, Refi, was very worried for his health.
And it was true that eating dinner at the palace and then at my mansion, was a little too much.
And she had personally asked me to make Eric stop.
âWell, I will put on some tea for Mister Eric. And everyone else as well.â
Nia and Luchila stood up to make the tea.
âThank you, Nia and Luchila.â
âItâs nothing.â
âDonât mention it.â
Lord Gerberga poked his head out from my shirt.
Eric saw him and smiled.
âLord Gerberga seems like heâs having fun.â
âEric. How have you been dealing with things in the city?â
âAye. I sent all my knights out to investigate every area. Their work completed this afternoon.â
âThatâs fast.â
It had happened on the same day that we attacked the enemyâs main base. An attack on the royal capital.
But it was small in scale compared to the attack on the water dragon settlement.
It was a group of lesser and arch vampires that were led by a single Vampire Lord.
In all, there were about forty of them.
Goran said,
âIf we hadnât had a few beastkin wolves working as knights here, who knows how much damage the enemy would have done!â
âAye. The measures Eric took really paid off. Itâs amazing.â
I said. But Eric shook his head slowly.
âIf anything, it was probably the magic bracelets that you and Philly made and gave to the guards that had a bigger effect.â
And so Eric thanked me and Philly.
âLocke. Philly. We owe you a lot. I thank you as a representative of the kingdom.â
âI barely did anything. It was mostly just Philly.â âNo-not at all.â
âWoof.â
She was very humble. It was because she was trained as a noble of the higher ranks.
Tama must have sensed that she was nervous, and he seemed to become nervous as well.
I asked Eric,
âSo the archs and the Lord were able to break through the barrier with magic tools?â
âExactly.â
âThey must have a lot of them now. This is bad.â
âOf course, we cannot be too careful. However, that is not the thing I am the most afraid about right not.â
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Hatake looked at me with an expression that said, âIâm right, arenât I?â
I wasnât sure if I was annoyed by it or not.
âI want to ask you the same question, but Iâll answer you first! Iâve been planning to take down the main base with just a small elite group! Of course, we ended up just assaulting them from the front, and were nearly destroyed!â
There were several players behind Hatake.
They were likely from his guild.
But I could tell from their equipment that they were quite skilled.
If they had been attacking the main base from a different direction, it would explain why the defense had been weak from the direction I was moving in.
âIâm not much different. I attacked this place in order to decrease the fighting force that Blue Deer could send to the central battlefront. Of course, I hadnât thought that Iâd be able to take it down...â
âReally? But didnât you stop Bucklerâs advance?â
âYes, I guess. But it was only because some of my comrades returned, and also all of the points we gathered.â
âThen this result is the most natural thing. After all, I, Hatake, helped you do it!â
It seemed more like a coincidence... But I suppose he wasnât entirely wrong.
Indeed, they had distracted the majority of the enemyâs fighting force, allowing me to achieve victory. So I was grateful.
âNow, thatâs quite enough celebrating. Our victory isnât set in stone yet. We should return to the frontline.â
âHowever, we only have one Mach Horse left. But we will give it to you, old man. Take it!â
âHuh? Well, I appreciate the offer, but I feel like Iâve done enough for now. Iâm not exactly motivated to rush to the battlefield and...â
âNo, I want you to return. Itâs my personal request.â
âI see... And why is that?â
âI think...that Green Butterfly have started a final and desperate march towards our base. While theyâve been attacking us and Blue Deer, there was this sense that they were saving their fighting force the whole time.â
âAnd you think they are using that now to attack our main base?â
âYes, I do. Green Butterfly canât win by slowly fighting through the last remaining days. And so they would have to take a chance like this. All or nothing. No, perhaps this was always their plan...â
As long as you took down the main base, it didnât matter how many fortresses the enemy had left.
Now that Red Boar had taken all of Blue Deerâs fortress, the only way that Green Butterfly could win was if they took Green Butterflyâs main base...
âSo this might be the last and biggest battle. Thatâs not something for a coward like me. But a dandy old player like you...! So please, will you take the Mach Horse and dash off towards the battlefield?â
I wouldnât be a man if I refused him after hearing all of that...
And if what he was saying was true, then that meant we could still lose the final battle, after everything I had been through. I didnât want that to happen.
And so I got on top of the Mach Horse and looked up my next destination.
âOld man! And take my strongest buff as well! Full Enhance!â
A yellow...no, a dark orange aura enveloped my body.
My hair seemed to prickle up, and I felt that I had become stronger.
âThis buff is so powerful that I can only use it once a day! It greatly increases all of your stats!â
Considering what I knew about him, he had probably been too indecisive and then missed his chance.
However, as it seemed quite effective, I would thank him.
âThank you. Since Iâm being given the opportunity, I will do my best during the final battle.â
Then I put the horse into a dash and headed towards the next battlefield.
The last battle in this turf war.
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âHey, Hatake.â
âWhat?â
One of the guild members called to him.
âWhat you said earlier. Do you really mean it?â
âYes. If that old guy was able to defeat Buckler alone, that means it would have been a walk in the park if I was there. So in a way, I was being cowardly. But on the other hand, it was because I led our fighting force to the fortress near the center that we were able to push upwards at the frontlines. And this ambush succeeded as well. So even though I was cowardly, the results show that I wasnât wrong.â
âHatake... Iâm surprised at how thoughtful you can be...â
âWhy? In any case, itâs true that he would be of more use in the battle. His combat abilities are simply superior, and we already know he can achieve a high kill count.â
âBut...can I say one thing?â
âWhat?â
âYou Full Enhance thing... Just like that giant hero of light, it only works for three minutes, right? Itâs sure to be gone by the time he reaches the battlefield. And yet you did it anyway?â
â...You now, if even just his legs become faster, it will save time, right?â
âBut the buff only works on one person. So the horseâs speed wonât change unless you enhance it as well...â
â...Really? Are you saying that Iâm in fact, a thoughtless, useless player!?â
âBu-but, I did mean to try and help him! You believe that I wasnât messing with him!?â
âDonât ask me that...â
âHuh? The aura is gone...â
And I had been enjoying dashing through the field while sparkling... How embarrassing.
Well, if it was something he could only use once a day, and greatly boosted all of your stats, then it was not likely to last for very long.
However, he was probably being sincere, so I would accept it.
Still, I had not expected to meet Hatake again during this event.
He always launched me into these crucial situations.
I doubted he was a bad person. Surely...
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The reason was because bandits had attacked us and we had fought back. Yes, I killed a person for the first time. I had been preparing myself to do so since a long time ago and that time had eventually arrived. But I still end up thinking various things and whether I dirtied my hands.
It wasnât something I needed to particularly agonize over. Or rather, I wasnât even feeling anything about it......it was more something along the lines of it just couldnât be helped? But that was the reason why it was so jarring.
When I saw the corpses of the people who were riding in the carriage with me during the cliff accident, I had just regained my previous lifeâs memories so it was quite hard on me because of my past Japanese ethics. But now I was a bit overwhelmed since I didnât even feel anything after killing them......hm, I should cool down a bit.
Umm, so I guess I just graduated from being a killer virgin? No, Iâm a girl now, so I guess it would be I lost my killer virginity? Ahh, it was my first time! Wait, no, no, Iâm still feeling overwhelmed. Letâs take some deep breaths.
Hm, I did regain my previous lifeâs memories, but the foundation was based on the common sense I had acquired after living in this world for years. As such, I could only think of it as natural to kill the bandits when they attacked us. I guess it would be normal if I thought of it that way?
Additionally, I hate being forced into doing something that I didnât want to do, so I suppose I also didnât feel anything about killing someone who attacked and might have even killed me, so something like that? Hm, I donât even understand myself sometimes.
The current world I was in was one where I had to defend myself in order to live, so I guess being objective would be better than excessively agonizing over it? Mmm, I tried looking at it in different ways, but it still felt weird......
So I thought back to the situation where we were attacked by bandits. It happened after we had been on the road for a while, and the bandits had ambushed us from the forest on both sides of the road. A log was on the road and blocking the way. When we got off the carriage to deal with it, bandits appeared from the bushes on the left and right.
There were six of them. Additionally, my Detection revealed that there was also a person lying in wait on both the left and right side of the forest trees near the road. They were probably archers?
The bandits had told us to leave our money, and carriage, and then upon realizing we were women, said they would take us too. Yep, cliche bandits. Of course we resisted, but it was rather one-sided.
First, Lily had used her trump card she mentioned before which turned out to be a Barrier Magic that formed around the carriage. With this, the carriage couldnât be damaged, and we were also safe inside the barrier.
Next, Norn and Bell jumped out and knocked aside the bandits surrounding the carriage, and dashed into the forest to eliminate the backups.
Arisa jumped out of the barrier and slashed at a bandit who had been caught off guard by Norn and Bell, and Lily shot offensive magic from within the barrier. I was told to step back so I backed down.
Yep, I was being treated like a child. Well, I am a child though. And so, the one-sided development continued, Arisa brought down one person and Lily scattered the bandits with her magic, then Arisa faced off against someone who appeared to be the bandit leader.
I then noticed Bandit A sneaking up behind Arisa to attack her from behind, so I had immediately fired a knife at his head. The bandit leader was surprised by the scene and Arisa took the opening to slash his neck, thus killing him. At this point, there were only two people left, and those two had tried to escape due to the disadvantage they were in. But Lily took one of them out using her magic, and I eliminated the other by shooting a knife to the back of his head.
Hmm, since my attacks had been indirect attacks instead of direct attacks, the actual realization might have just not set in yet. Hmm... But the mental stress......huh? Was it perhaps due to my Mental Resistance.
âRen, whatâs wrong?â
âAh, well, Itâs actually the first time Iâve killed a person, so......â
âIs that so......but itâs better not to overthink it, okay? These people are criminals. If we didnât fight back we wouldâve been killed.â
âThatâs right~ Itâs only natural to defend yourself~â
âAh, no. I was just thinking it didnât affect me as much as I had expected......is that normal?â
âI see, I guess that would be shocking. I was like that my first time too.â
âI guess for me I just didnât have time to worry about it~? But I didnât really mind it ever since then~â
I see. I suppose I should check my skills later.
Then Norn and Bell came back from the forest. While dragging the corpses.
âBy the way, what should we do about the bodies?â
âIf we take them to the town hall, the officials will handle it, but loading them onto the carriage is rather.......â
âRight......â
To be honest, there was some resistance to placing them inside of Storage too.
âI think itâll be fine if we just leave them on the side of the road. Since theyâre criminals, thereâs nothing wrong with leaving them out to dry.â
â......Wonât the bodies become rotten and start to smell?â
âIf we tell the gatekeeper when we get to a nearby town, they will come handle it so it should be fine. If thereâs a reward, weâll get it later on.â
âI see, letâs do that.â
As such, we piled the bodies to the side of the road. Or rather, Norn handled it. I also recovered my knives. I stored the log that was blocking the road inside of Storage. I could use it as firewood so I kept it.
âBut what kind of attack did Ren do anyways? For the knife to be stuck this deeply into the head......â
âUm, itâs a secret? Rather, I thought Lilyâs barrier was much more amazing.â
Barrier magic seemed quite useful. But if it was some sort of rare skill, it would be a bit difficult for me to use it. However, I still observed it during the fight to grasp the magic structure. Due to the Analyze skill, I was able to figure out the magic structure, so I could probably do it......but Iâll leave it for later.
âI guess itâs one of Lilyâs few good points~?â
âArisa, Iâll get mad!â
âEh~?â
âNot at all, Lilyâs offensive magic was amazing too.â
Right, her offensive magic was also amazing. I didnât know any offensive magic, so I would like to learn it somehow.
âHuh? Ren canât use offensive magic?â
âI cannot. I was thinking of looking for a spell book when we get to the royal capital.â
âAh, in that case, I could teach you if you want?â
âUm, is that okay?â
âI donât mind at all! Please tell me if thereâs anything else you would like to learn!â
âWell, I would like to learn about non-attribute, dark, and lightning type magic......â
âSo non-attribute, dark, and lightning, I got it! I can use non-attribute and dark type magic, but I canât use lightning type. However, we can use a spell book for that. I learned magic alongside my sister so I can definitely teach you!â
Oh, it seems that I would be able to learn all the attributes with this. Oh, right.
âAh, do you also know about alchemy?â
âIâm sorry, but Iâm unfamiliar with alchemy......the Alchemy skill can only be obtained if someone teaches you it. I was told that it would be good to know, but I didnât have the time.â
âI see, I didnât know about that.â
âSo thereâs things even Ren doesnât know about~?â
âThatâs only natural. Thereâs a lot of things I donât know about.â
Somehow, that felt rather mean. But I guess Iâll postpone alchemy for now~ However, I would like to learn more about it somehow, so I can create an automata.
âShouldnât we get moving soon~? Having a conversation while standing next to a pile of dead bodies is kinda weird, right~?â
â......Right.â
â......Letâs do that then.â
I actually forgot we were standing next to the corpses. Teehee~ | {
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | It's a very simple yet devastating problem, one that spans the globe and is affecting all of us.
The problem is anonymous companies.
It sounds like a really dry and technical thing, doesn't it?
But anonymous companies are making it difficult and sometimes impossible to find out the actual human beings responsible sometimes for really terrible crimes.
So, why am I here talking to all of you?
Well, I guess I am a lifelong troublemaker and when my parents taught my twin brother and I to question authority, I don't think they knew where it might lead.
And, they probably really regretted it during my stroppy teenage years when, predictably, I questioned their authority a lot.
And a lot of my school teachers didn't appreciate it much either.
You see, since the age of about five I've always asked the question, but why?
But why does the Earth go around the sun?
But why is blood red?
But why do I have to go to school?
But why do I have to respect the teachers and authority?
And little did I realize that this question would become the basis of everything I would do.
And so it was in my twenties, a long time ago, that one rainy Sunday afternoon in North London I was sitting with Simon Taylor and Patrick Alley and we were busy stuffing envelopes for a mail out in the office of the campaign group where we worked at the time.
And as usual, we were talking about the world's problems.
And in particular, we were talking about the civil war in Cambodia.
And we had talked about that many, many times before.
But then suddenly we stopped and looked at each other and said, but why don't we try and change this?
And from that slightly crazy question, over two decades and many campaigns later, including alerting the world to the problem of blood diamonds funding war, from that crazy question, Global Witness is now an 80-strong team of campaigners, investigators, journalists and lawyers.
And we're all driven by the same belief, that change really is possible.
So, what exactly does Global Witness do?
We investigate, we report, to uncover the people really responsible for funding conflict -- for stealing millions from citizens around the world, also known as state looting, and for destroying the environment.
And then we campaign hard to change the system itself.
And we're doing this because so many of the countries like oil or diamonds or timber are home to some of the poorest and most dispossessed people on the planet.
And much of this injustice is made possible by currently accepted business practices.
And one of these is anonymous companies.
Now we've come up against anonymous companies in lots of our investigations, like in the Democratic Republic of Congo, where we exposed how secretive deals involving anonymous companies had deprived the citizens of one of the poorest countries on the planet of well over a billion dollars.
That's twice the country's health and education budget combined.
Or in Liberia, where an international predatory logging company a really huge chunk of Liberia's unique forests.
Or political corruption in Sarawak, Malaysia, which has led to the destruction of much of its forests.
Well, that uses anonymous companies too.
We secretly filmed some of the family of the former chief minister and a lawyer as they told our undercover investigator exactly how these dubious deals are done using such companies.
And the awful thing is, there are so many other examples out there from all walks of life.
This truly is a scandal of epic proportions hidden in plain sight.
Whether it's the ruthless Mexican drugs cartel, the Zetas, who use anonymous companies to launder profits while their drugs-related violence is tearing communities apart across the Americas.
Or the anonymous company, which bought up Americans' tax debts, piled on the legal fees and then gave homeowners a choice: Pay up or lose your home.
Imagine being threatened with losing your home sometimes over a debt of just a few hundred dollars, and not being able to find out who you were really up against.
Now anonymous companies are great for sanctions busting too.
As the Iranian government found out when, through a series of front companies, it owned a building in the very heart of Manhattan, on Fifth Avenue, despite American sanctions.
And Juicy Couture, home of of the velvet track suit, and other companies were the unwitting, unknowing tenants there.
There are just so many examples, the horesemeat scandal in Europe, the Italian mafia, they've used these companies for decades.
The $100 million American Medicare fraud, the supply of weapons to wars around the world including those in Eastern Europe in the early '90s.
Anonymous companies have even come to light in the recent revolution in the Ukraine.
But, for every case that we and others expose there are so many more that will remain hidden away because of the current system.
And it's just a simple truth that some of the people responsible for outrageous crimes, for stealing from you and me and millions of others, they are remaining faceless and they are escaping accountability and they're doing this with ease, and they're doing it using legal structures.
And really, that is unfair.
Well, you might well ask, what exactly is an anonymous company, and can I really set one up, and use it, without anyone knowing who I am?
Well, the answer is, yes you can.
But if you're anything like me, you'll want to see some of that for yourself, so let me show you.
Well first you need to work out where you want to set it up.
Now, at this point you might be imagining one of those lovely tropical island tax havens but here's the thing, shockingly, my own hometown, London, and indeed the U.K., is one of the best places in the world to set up an anonymous company.
And the other, even better, I'm afraid that's America.
Do you know, in some states across America you need less identification to open up a company than you do to get a library card, like Delaware, which is one of the easiest places in the world to set up an anonymous company.
Okay, so let's say it's America, and let's say it's Delaware, and now you can simply go online and find yourself a company service provider.
These are the companies that can set your one up for you, and remember, it's all legal, routine business practice.
So, here's one, but there are plenty of others to choose from.
And having made your choice, you then pick what type of company you want and then fill in a contact, name and address.
But don't worry, it doesn't have to be your name.
It can be your lawyer's or your service provider's, and it's not for the public record anyway.
And then you add the owner of the company.
Now this is the key part, and again it doesn't have to be you, because you can get creative, because there is a whole universe out there of nominees to choose from.
And nominees are the people that you can legally pay to be your company's owner.
And if you don't want to involve anyone else, it doesn't even have to be an actual human being.
It could be another company.
And then finally, give your company a name add a few more details and make your payment.
And then the service provider will take a few hours or more to process it.
But there you are, in 10 minutes of online shopping you can create yourself an anonymous company.
And not only is it easy, really, really easy and cheap, it's totally legal too.
But the fun doesn't have to end there, maybe you want to be even more anonymous.
Well, that's no problem either.
You can simply keep adding layers, companies owned by companies.
You can have hundreds of layers with hundreds of companies spread across lots of different countries, like a giant web, each layer adds anonymity.
Each layer makes it more difficult for law enforcement and others to find out who the real owner is.
But whose interests is this all serving?
It might be in the interests of the company or a particular individual, but what about all of us, the public?
There hasn't even been a global conversation yet about whether it's okay to misuse companies in this way.
And what does it all mean for us?
Well, an example that really haunts me is one I came across recently.
in a nightclub in Buenos Aires about a decade ago.
It was the night before New Year's Eve.
Three thousand very happy revelers, many of them teenagers, were crammed into a space meant for 1,000.
And then tragedy struck, a fire broke out plastic decorations were melting from the ceiling and toxic smoke filled the club.
So people tried to escape only to find that some of the fire doors had been chained shut.
Over 200 people died.
Seven hundred were injured trying to get out.
And as the victims' families and the city and the country reeled in shock, investigators tried to find out who was responsible.
And as they looked for the owners of the club, they found instead anonymous companies, and confusion surrounded the identities of those involved with the companies.
Now ultimately, a range of people were charged and some went to jail.
But this was an awful tragedy, and it shouldn't have been so difficult just to try and find out who was responsible for those deaths.
Because in an age when there is so much information out there in the open, why should this crucial information stay hidden away?
Why should tax evaders, corrupt government officials, arms traders and more, be able to hide their identities from us, the public?
Why should this secrecy be such an accepted business practice?
Anonymous companies might be the norm right now but it wasn't always this way.
Companies were created to give people a chance to innovate and not have to put everything on the line.
Companies were created to limit financial risk, they were never intended to be used as a moral shield.
Companies were never intended to be anonymous, and they don't have to be.
And so I come to my wish.
My wish is for us to know who owns and controls companies so that they can no longer be used anonymously against the public good.
Together let's ignite world opinion, change the law, and launch a new era of openness in business.
So what might this look like?
Well, imagine if you could go online and look up the real owner of a company.
Imagine if this data were open and free, accessible across borders for citizens and businesses and law enforcement alike.
Imagine what a game changer that would be.
So how are we going to do this?
Well, there is only one way.
Together, we have to change the law globally to create public registries which list the true owners of companies and can be accessed by all with no loopholes.
And yes, this is ambitious, but there is momentum on this issue, and over the years I have seen the sheer power of momentum, and it's just starting on this issue.
There is such an opportunity right now.
And the TED community of creative and innovative thinkers and doers across all of society could make the crucial difference.
You really can make this change happen.
Now, a simple starting point is the address behind me for a Facebook page that you can join now to support the campaign and spread the word.
It's going to be a springboard for our global campaigning.
And the techies among you, you could really help us create a prototype to demonstrate what a powerful tool this could be.
Campaign groups from around the world have come together to work on this issue.
The U.K. government is already on board; it supports these public registries.
And just last week, the European Parliament came on board with a vote 600 to 30 in favor of public registries.
That is momentum.
But it's early days.
America still needs to come on board, as do so many other countries.
And to succeed we will all together need to help and push our politicians, because without that, real far-reaching, world-shifting change just isn't going to happen.
Because this isn't just about changing the law, this is about starting a conversation about what it's okay for companies to do, and in what ways is it acceptable to use company structures.
This isn't just a dry policy issue.
This is a human issue which affects us all.
This is about being on the right side of history.
Global citizens, innovators, business leaders, individuals, we need you.
Together, let's kickstart this global movement.
Let's just do it, let's end anonymous companies.
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âSo? Darryl-sama, why on earth did you run away?â
Bertra looked at the old man with extremely cold eyes.
âI had too much on my mind...... So I ran away......â
I was wondering if Bertra could already kill a person just with her look. Crap, are those eyes even a humanâs anymore?!
âSo, whatâs the deal with the demon?â
As I thought, the old man was also scared of Bertraâs eyes. He got incredibly frightened. I get it~ I get that feeling.
âWhile I was escaping I ran into it and vented my anger on it......â
Wait a sec, Oi! Donât just hit my brethren to vent your anger!
âSo, when you encountered us...... The thing about it stealing vegetables from your field and eating it was a lie?â
âYou know, I thought it was rather uncool to say that I ran away because I felt my wife was too scary and vented my anger on the demon, so I lied.â
He switched to polite speech pretty quick......
âSo that demon didnât snatch food then~â
What a relief, like this the image of the Demonâs was restored...... right?
âThen, the thing about going to tomorrowâs battle was also......â
âAs soon as I encountered the Heroâs Party I thought I could use accompanying you on this subjugation mission as an excuse to not go...... Yesâ
You were just using us as a reason to bail, didnât you, you old fart?!
âHaaaah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~â
What a long sigh. Well, I would probably also suffer like that if I had such a relative......
âI roughly understood the circumstances, so go back home immediatelyâ
âA judgment, already!?! Bertra! Shouldnât you think about this a little more?!â
âOf course itâs like this! And did you even think about what you would do if Salisa-sama comes to this place?!â
You know? You said...... Hey, donât look at me!
âDale-dono, donât go easy on himâ
Hey! Donât direct the argument my way! I didnât even say anything about this, so donât you think this is just too unreasonable?!
âSir Hero~â
âDale-dono!â
Donât look at me like this, you two! Why are you involving me? Shouldnât family problems be handled by the family?
Though is there really no way for me to settle it?......My true intentions right now are that I want this single person holding so much war potential to act as my shield in case of an emergency, thatâs what I thought.
âBertra, shouldnât it be fine for the old man to go together with us?â
âWha!? But!â
âI know what you want to say, but the surprise attack might fail so I want to increase our force even just by a little, is what I think.â
âBut......â
It was a face showing reluctance~......
âIâll take full responsibility. Howâs that?â
I donât want to say something like that, but it canât be helped......This is also a way of survival.
â......Understoodâ
âSir Hero~~â
Itâs a face filled with joy~.......
âAh, right, Dale, letâs absorb that demonâs magical power even if itâs only a little.â
Donât tell me those things so suddenly all the time.......
âWhy must I do such a thing?â
âI absorbed Daleâs magical power and stored it now, but itâll run out if I go into combat! If that happened that would be troublesome, right? Therefore, you should let Absohaze absorb that magical power even if itâs just a small quantity, also it will lock that demonâs magic conversion, rendering it unable to do anything.â
I didnât hear about the Angelâs Sword requiring to accumulate magical power neither did I know about that lock...... More importantly.
â......You didnât say anything when we encountered the first demonsâ
âDale charged ahead before I could say anything and after that Bertra finished them off with one blow and since magical power is converted from life force, itâs impossible to extract anything if itâs not in a living condition.â
âUhhâ
She hit a sore spot.
â****...... So? What should I do?â
âJust keep stabbing it with the Swordâs tip. The deeper you stab the more youâll be able to absorb.â
âI see...... Hm? Wait a minute, magical power converts from life force and collects inside the body......But why isnât any magical power collection in my body?â
That Erin who tilted her head as if saying âWhat are you saying?â made me...... Angry!
âEh? The converted power is directed to Absohaze, of course.â
âOi! Thatâs again something I heard for the first time! You had so many opportunities to tell me such important information, you know?!â
â......Ehm......Ah, we absorbed enough magical power from the demon and locked it, so itâs fine~â
âOi! Donât change the topic!â
She escaped into the air again! ****!
âWell then, should we slowly start preparing to sleep? The sun will go down soon and the preparations for tomorrow...... Yes, itâs for two people.â
âââEh!?âââ
âI have to sleep on this scrap of cloth lying on the ground like this?! Isnât that any different from directly sleeping on the floor?!â
âThatâs right! If weâre talking about sleeping, it has to be the castleâs fluffy and soft bed!â
No, thatâs impossible.
âIf they at least have soft beddings any hotel will...... Ah......â
What idiotic things am I saying? Weâre in the middle of the mountains...... Thereâs not one house around here let alone an inn.......
âJudging by that expression you seem to have understood what I wanted to say. More importantly, if you want to be a little more comfortable you should clean the area around you.â
Bertra quickly prepared the area around her...... Sheâs serious, she really plans on sleeping here.
âWait a minute! Bertra! What about my sheet?! No! How long do I have to sit in seiza......â
âIâm alsoââ
âOriginally there were only three people, so Darryl-sama will stay like this until tomorrow! How great! Thatâs all! Good night!â
ââWai!?ââ
Bertra wrapped herself in the cloth in no time, turning herself into some kind of worm...... Thatâs what one would call unapproachable. No maybe this is Bertraâs last resistance.
âUuuh......Sniff......Dale~......â
Erin is crying but it canât be helped.
âErin, give up..... I also gave up......â
âThatâs~......Uuh, as I thought, itâs hard~ the stones hurt~â
Itâs good that you gave up and ley down, but shouldnât you have at least moved the stones out of the way? I wonât care anymore.
âUuh...... Sniff, Sir Hero~â
Was it really such a good idea to take that old man with us? Was my judgment wrong......?
âOld man, donât you think itâs already good enough that you can go with us? Give upâ
âBut thatâs~......â
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After saying this, Rio left Pumpkin and Ryoko outside the room.
It was now drawing near to dusk. Not only did the surrounding houses emit a pleasant smell as it was supper time, but Rioâs house was also planning to prepare a more extravagant meal than usual with the various ingredients purchased today.
As for the reason? Either Ryoko-sanâs health has somewhat improved, or it is because I will be leaving first thing tomorrow morning.
âSo what is it about the story that you want to ask?â
âOh, yeah.â
Well, leaving that aside, I suppose we should talk about what needs to be discussed here.
âFirst of all, you are a reincarnated person, right, Ryoko-san?â
âYes, though I donât remember much about it.â
With that said, Ryoko handled the dagger that was under her pillow with brilliant dexterity and instantly transformed the apple that had been placed there as a visitation gift into the shape of a beautiful rabbit.
This kind of dagger handling would certainly not be something that can be mastered merely from this lifetime.
âHmm. Then I have a question for you, Ryoko-san, who is both a reincarnated person and a high-ranking adventurer, what exactly is a catastrophe or a large-scale act of destruction in this world?â
âCatastrophe...â
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âAs far as I can think of, there is a type of magic that falls under the category of black magic. In the past, when I was working as an adventurer, I once stopped a group of believers of the God of Destruction from using such magic in the royal capital.â
âNgh. What were the specifics?â
âWhen I stopped them, they summoned a part of the God of Destruction and destroyed a designated area of land. Had I failed to stop it, history might have been different by now.â
Hmm. Thatâs fearsome in its own way.
But then, I wonder if âKage-Ochiâ is something related to the God of Destruction.
From what Lean-sama said, I wouldnât think itâs such a trivial thing.
âBut this is only a story within the scope of my direct involvement.â
âHmm?â
âIn my work as an adventurer, I occasionally come upon phenomena that defy explanation. There were canyons and craters so massive that they could not be explicated even if they were caused by the summoning of the God of Destruction themself... these were evidently created by external factors.â
Ryokoâs words drew an involuntary gasp from him.
Even a being bearing the name of God of Destruction would not be able to inflict such magnitude of destruction... but this is likely to be part of the devastation caused by âKage-Ochiâ.
âWhere are those... canyons and craters?â
âThe nearest one lies north of the town, just beyond the mountains. But be cautious if you go there, as the area is practically unexplored due to the magical beasts that inhabit the region.â
â...Yes.â
Looking at Ryokoâs serious gaze, Pumpkinâs back straightened unconsciously as he responded.
Given the amount of magic power she possesses and the way she handled that dagger, Ryoko-san must still be quite adept despite having already retired from the front line and having her body weakened by the curse... I guess I ought to develop a fair amount of competence before going there...
âSo, is that all you have to ask?â
âAh, actually, there is another thing.â
âIs this about Rio?â
â!?â
As he was about to ask her about one more matter that was bugging him, Pumpkin gasped again at her words.
âI can tell what you want to ask. Besides, your question is not about her father, but about the magic she is using unconsciously, isnât it?â
âUm, am I that obvious...?â
When Ryoko said that, Pumpkin unintentionally scratched his own cheek and asked back.
The truth was, he didnât want to inquire about Rioâs father as he felt that even the mere knowledge of his father would lead to complications. More than that, what he wanted to learn was why Rio was so trusted by the people around her.
Their trust in Rio was obviously in excess of her own ability (the ability here includes her personality), and Pumpkin felt that it would be difficult for her to be trusted that much unless there was some kind of power working in her favor.
But still, her magic at the unconscious level... what exactly is that?
âI would say this is a result of our different experiences in life. Including my previous life, I have lived for more than years. Oh, Iâm getting off track here. The magic she uses unconsciously is called various things, and unless you are very well-versed in magic, you would recognize it as a part of her personality, character, and training, rather than magic in the first place.â
âHmm.â
âThe magic sheâs using is called regal presence (charisma) or charm magic. That being said, it only affects the likability of the person to some extent due to their personality and magic power.â
Um, Ryoko-san? Is it my imagination or did I just hear a magic with a very dangerous name?
Uh, the likability level? Isnât this like a gal game... Ah, Ryoko-san is a reincarnated person, so it is possible that she knows about gal games? If so, is she able to explain it in a way that is easy to understand... Why did you leave such knowledge behind to her, Lean-sama...
âWell, donât worry about it. Even before she was born, I knew she already had that kind of power, and I took steps to ensure she had a decent moral education to prevent future mishaps.â
âThatâs all well and good, but...â
Despite what he said, Pumpkin wasnât really worried about it.
Even though they had only known each other for a few days, Pumpkin didnât think Rio would get her bright and honest personality twisted so soon.
âIn the first place, you seem to have similar powers to her and to the person I served in the past (previous life). This may be a trait of those with immense magic power.â
âEh!?â
âThe supperâs ready!â
âOh, you didnât notice this huh. Iâll leave you with a hint then. Iâm comingãŧâ
âEh? What!? Huh!?â
Ryoko then left, leaving Pumpkin stunned by her shocking revelation, and headed to where Rio was.
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âWa, wait, wait! If Kouki-kun is not healed...â
Hajime urged everyone to go ahead while unhesitatingly ignoring Kouki who had fainted and was spread-eagled with the white of his eyes exposed. Kaori stopped him while rushing towards Kouki in a panic. It seemed that she wanted a bit of time for healing.
When Kaori examined him, Koukiâs body was even more ragged than his appearance suggested. On top of using the derivative of âLimit Breakâ, the âSupreme Breakâ, for a long period, Kouki also took in the reddish black magic monster-like power into his body and then further raised his specs forcefully.
As the result, just like Hajime who once ate the flesh and blood of monster and experienced the breakdown of his body, atrocious damage was accumulating throughout Koukiâs body. Also because Kouki even took in the rejection of his negative emotion to increase his ability, his mind was also damaged from the mental burden to a degree that one couldnât ignore.
With regeneration magic and her common healing magic, if it was Kaori, then she could immediately heal Koukiâs body. Even so, it was a delicate work that couldnât fail, so Kaori wanted a bit of time. Above all, the damage to Koukiâs mind couldnât be seen by eyes, it needed to be treated even more carefully. If the healing failed and Kouki opened his eyes only to became a person who would jovially laugh âHAHAHA-!!â or something else, that would also be troubling.
However, toward Kaori, Hajime made a complaint without even trying to hide his reluctant expression.
â... Spare me from you healing him completely. Itâs fine as long as he is not dead, right? Just make him faint for a while.â
âEh? Why... aa, yes, itâs better like that, I guess?â
For a moment, Kaori tilted her head in doubt, but she immediately guessed Hajimeâs thinking and frowned with a troubled look.
âOi Nagumo, I understand that you cannot stomach Kouki but... you see...â
âNagumo-kun...â
In contrast, Ryuutaro and Suzu thought that Hajime said that because he didnât think well of Kouki. However, after they looked at Koukiâs appearance just now, they couldnât protest strongly. So, as expected, they made a weak and troubled expression.
Shizuku looked sad somehow. Her look was unrelated with Hajimeâs unwillingness to aid Koukiâs recovery, but it was directed at Kouki himself. The current appearance of her childhood friend that had been like family since they were still children was just really really sad.
Hajime looked at Ryuutaro and Suzu who while being lost for words still sent him pleading looks for Koukiâs recovery. He then made an expression displaying just how troublesome it was without showing even a bit of hostility and pointed to Kouki while speaking his mind.
âYou guys, just think of how troublesome it will be after that over there is healed completely.â
âTroublesome? ... ah.â
âLooks like Taniguchi understands, huh? Listen well. Amanogawa couldnât clear this trial. He averted his eyes from himself and the result was him exploding at me. Even if he woke up now, that still wonât change. And so...â
âIt will be just like now again, wonât it...â
âThatâs how it is. Well, just now it was also because of his false imageâs influence and also his bad habit of convenient interpretation spurring him on, so even if he wakes up, perhaps he wonât rampage right away, but...â
Hajime dropped his eyes on the compass he took from his pocket while continuing.
âThe deepest part is just close. Maybe this is the last trial already, but I cannot say for sure that there is anything else ahead. There is nothing more irritating than to be attacked from behind when something happens.â
â... Haa, be grateful that he still has his life, thatâs it, huh.â
Even Ryuutaro sighed deeply while nodding âCanât be helpedâ at Hajimeâs words. And then similar like Shizuku, he sent an earnestly sad gaze at Kouki.
Beside Ryuutaro and Shizuku, Yue directed a gaze as though looking at a trash and whispered to herself.
â... Rather, itâs better to just leave him alone here.â
âNo, no, Yue-san. Rather letâs deal the finishing blow.â
âThe two of thou... itâs not like I donât understand the feeling but restrain thyself. The hero is dealt with a nightmare having pinpoint killing intent like that on him, see.â
Shia whispered even more dangerous things in succession and began to tap Doryukken on her shoulder. Her gaze was exactly like a certain person with self-employed profession and arrow attached to the head (TN: Donât know what reference this is). With an expression that couldnât say anything, Tio looked at Kouki who was beginning to groan âuuâ while trickling cold sweat. Perhaps he was attacked by a neck reaper rabbit and a vampire inside his dream.
It seemed that Yue and Shia were still irritated by being called without honorific and Koukiâs vilification of Hajime.
Hajime was exasperated even while his cheeks loosened happily towards Yue and Shia. And then he approached the side of the two and put his hands on their shoulders to soothe them. Yue and Shia turned to look over their shoulder and guessed that those hands were stopping them. Their expression became a little dissatisfied.
âHold back just like Tio said. If not, then there is no meaning in me doing something as troublesome as letting him live.â
âMuu... if thatâs what Hajime says.â
âYou are keeping your life, for now, damn hero.â
As expected, Shia was a little black.
Both of them sent a glance at Kouki who was still having a nightmare and immediately averted their gaze before they hugged Hajime fawningly. Yue was nuzzling her cheek at Hajimeâs stomach, and Shia was leaning her cheek on Hajimeâs chest silently with her eyes closed pleasantly. Her rabbit ears were flopping
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Various things happened with both of them, so their break didnât work now that they were reunited with Hajime as they completely behaved like a spoiled child. Inside their heads sounded something like âAa, Iâm healed (desuu)â. (TN: The desu refer to Shia. She usually talks politely and has desu attached on her sentence.)
Yue and Shia clung at Hajime rubbingly and pressingly as though they were trying to absorb Hajime factor into their whole body. Looking at them, Hajime guessed âThey are acting really spoiled huh, did something happen?â And then with a smile that was dyed with happiness somewhere in it, he patted the back of the two soothingly. The two embraced Hajime happily even further. It was the invocation of super pink space. It was fifty percent more than usual.
Being hit by that pink color, Tio approached unsteadily. She put her finger on her lips longingly and looked at Hajime fixedly. It was a lovely gesture that really tickled a manâs heart.
Tio was also an important comrade for Hajime that didnât change. In this labyrinth that was burdening the mind strongly, surely Tio was also exhausted, Hajime sent Tio a kind gaze...
âAnnoying. Donât look over here.â
â-!? Haa haa, an attack that completely destroys the placeâs mood... nn... what a discerning master... ahn... but, I feel like crying a little.â
A pervert that felt it even when she understood that it was no good. She embraced her own body while her thighs were rubbing at each other fidgetingly. However, it was also her true feeling of wanting to be added to the circle similar to Yue and Shia, so her eyes were a little teary.
Looking at such a Tio, Hajime shrugged his shoulders feeling that it couldnât be helped, his hand beckoned âhere hereâ. Immediately, Tio went âwaaiâ like a young child and rushed at Hajimeâs back with a wide smile.
Dropping down and then raising up... Hajime who was able to naturally use the carrot and stick properly was in enough possession of the factor to be a pervertâs master. Though the person would surely deny that vehemently.
The pink space that thickened, even more, making Ryuutaro and Suzu avert their gaze as though they were going to puke sugar. But ahead of their gaze was another factor that might increase the sugar content even more while sending glances at Hajime and co. with an impatient look.
âUu, I got a late start... The healing is... itâs fine already with this yep! Hajime-kun!â
âEh? Wait Kaori! That last thing, it felt like something really irresponsible...â
Kaori who treated Kouki until there was no danger to his life, in the end, went âEi!â and threw a healing light at Kouki, and then leapt at the pink space of Hajime and co. Kouki who received a healing that was brimming with irresponsibleness twitched. He looked a little pitiful.
Kaori was rushing with a pitter-patter and tried to hug Hajime without stopping, but she received nonchalant obstruction from Yue. A pebble of wind was shot with god speed and aimed at Kaoriâs forehead. However, Kaori dodged that just with a light shake of her head and embraced the arm of Hajime beside Yue.
Naturally, the sensation of the arm that was hugging Yue disappeared. Yueâs smiling face that only looked like it was smiling while not smiling was directed at Kaori. Kaori too returned a smile that seemed to ask âIs there something wrong?â. Just like usual, phantom lightning from a dragon and a hannya mask glared at each other from close range.
A low-temperature space was formed together with the pink space, Ryuutaro and Suzu averted their eyes with different meaning this time. Inside such an atmosphere, it was only Shizuku who for the moment confirmed that Koukiâs complexion and breathing had returned to normal. His pulse was also beating normally. When she was convinced that there was no danger to his life she sighed in relieve.
âRyuutaro. Can you carry Kouki?â
âNo prob... So, itâs only Kouki who is no good. He is going to be down, huh.â
âThatâs... but, itâs also still unclear whether Suzu and you two passed... Besides! As long as we are alive we can take the challenge no matter how many times!â
âThatâs true... He did a really stupid thing but, if he is alive I can also wallop him later. Well, if this guy got to go âone more timeâ, then Iâll accompany him till the end. Just like usual.â
âYep yep!â
The expression of Ryuutaro who carried Kouki clouded while thinking of Kouki. Suzu was also almost caught by that mood, but then she displayed her mood making act and livened up their feelings. Ryuutaro immediately burst into a grin of sympathy too.
Shizuku stared at those two with a smile. Her look was exactly like a mother...
Although, she wasnât that Shizuku who only kept wracking her brain for her surrounding and concealed her emotion anymore. She had decided to stop that way of living by only acceptance without even realizing it herself.
Therefore, she directed a gaze that was filled with extraordinary heat without hiding it toward Hajime who was crowded and fawned by four beautiful girls and woman. The one who sharply noticed that gaze was Tio. âOho?â She tilted her head like that while looking at Shizuku observingly. Yue and Kaori were constraining each other while Shia was busy intermediating the two so they still werenât in the state to notice.
Shizuku put her hand on her chest to affirm the feeling she realized from the trial and her new determination. And then, she clenched her fist tightly as though to grasp something important. From that gesture, Tio guessed what was inside Shizukuâs heart.
âI say... fufu. Do your best, I guess I have to say that here.â
âAa? What did you say?â
âOh, master heard that? Fufu, what, thatâs only a meager support for a maiden with worrying habit there.â
Hearing the whisper of Tio who was embracing him from behind, Hajime asked back with a doubtful look, and then such answer was returned to him.
For a moment, Hajime frowned wondering what that meant, but Tio was looking at the beyond when he looked over his shoulder, and then he understood when ahead of Tioâs gaze he saw Shizuku who was encouraging herself. After all, Hajime heard that extremely nonchalant confession of Shizuku to him. There was no way he didnât understand.
â... Oi oi, donât tell me.â
The cheeks of Shizuku whose eyes met Hajimeâs were quickly dyed crimson, the next moment she approached with a determined expression. Suzu and Ryuutaro who shouldered Kouki who had no way to guess what was inside Shizukuâs heart followed her.
And then at the side where Shia was hugging??the spot that faced at Kaori, Shizuku stopped her feet. Her position was excessively close with Hajime. That position almost glued at Hajimeâs left hand that was holding Shiaâs waist.
With Shizuku, that close, the members other than Tio also noticed Shizukuâs state. âMu?â They directed her fishy look.
For a moment, Shizukuâs eyes met Kaoriâs. At that moment, Kaori discerned Shizukuâs heart because she was her best friend and her eyes opened wide. Although it wasnât because of the feeling that Shizuku harbored, but it was because she was surprised at Shizukuâs state that didnât even try to hide it.
During that time, Shizukuâs gaze returned to Hajime, and she spun words from her slightly trembling lips.
âNagumo-kun, thank you for saving Kouki.â
âI just punched him out, though?â
âYou didnât kill him, right? Itâs for Kaori and a bit for me. About twenty-percent, isnât it?â
â... Well, something like that.â
âFufuâ Shizuku smiled. Looking at the dialogue of the two that connected with each other somehow, Yue mumbled âmumu-â, Shia leaked a murmur of âAa, is it, finally?â in realization. And then Kaori, she didnât really say anything, she was merely sending Shizuku a gentle gaze.
âReally, when you say that you will protect, you will protect even the heart, donât you?â
âThere is a line even in my heart. It doesnât mean that Iâll do it for everything.â
âI know that. But, I, we donât lose our childhood friend in the end. He is really a troubling guy in various things, a big idiot that displayed that kind of disgraceful behavior but... but, even so, he is still like a family.â
Toward Shizuku who was showing eyes where sadness and gratitude were entangled, Hajime shrugged his shoulders with an expression that couldnât say anything. If he had to speak honestly, he wanted to just kill Kouki with a snap also for the sake of severing the potential trouble in the future (it was doubtful whether it would happen or not though), but looking at Shizuku right now, also at Kaoriâs expression, he could think that letting Kouki live was the right thing.
At the very least, compared to having the seed of nightmare of the childhood friend they were raised with killed by the man they were in love with right in front their eyes in this world far away from their homeland, shouldering the trouble that Kouki might bring wasnât anything big, Hajime thought. At the same time, the strength of Shizukuâs feeling who could still feel sad even after looking at that figure of Kouki, âAs expected from a worldly-wise womanâ Hajime couldnât help but holding such a feeling of half admiration and half exasperation.
No, even Ryuutaro and Suzu, it would be a lie if they said that they werenât disillusioned at all, but even so, their feeling of sadness was the biggest feeling. This showed just how much things had piled up between them until now.
If it was the people who didnât have a strong relationship with Kouki?for example, the classmates that even now were in the Heilig Kingdom or the ladies that favored Kouki, there was no doubt they would be easily disillusioned and turned away. In the relationship of these childhood friends, there was a deep bond that was more than a simple word. That was exactly something in the degree that could be said as âthe same like familyâ.
(If Yaegashi is the mother, then Amanogawa is just like a difficult child huh...)
Without even guessing that Hajime was holding a little impolite impression like that, Shizuku faced Kaori with strong eyes while listening to the sound of her heartbeat that was rapidly heightening from nervousness. There, Kaori returned a really gentle and soft smile as though she had understood everything.
It was as though she was pushing from behind at Shizukuâs determination. No, it was undoubtedly a warm cheering yell from a best friend. Shizuku felt her chest tighten strongly while feeling a deep emotion where she wanted to cry out very much, she nodded a little. And then, once more she directed to Hajime a heated gaze that might scald the person that was looked, and she spun her words.
â... It was the first time I relied on someone like that, but it felt really pleasant. Thank you for that too.â
â... Even though you threatened me easily.â
The redness that dyed Shizukuâs cheeks deepened. What she said about relying on wasnât about having Hajime carrying her, she meant about him making her relieved that she could entrust her heart to him. That she could be fast asleep even with thunderous sounds raging was a good proof. And to go as far as calling that âpleasantâ, certainly it couldnât be helped that she became red.
The gap with her normally dignified atmosphere was really terrific. Without anyone noticing, even her hand was touching Hajimeâs left arm gently. The hand wasnât even clutching, it was really just touching, but on the contrary, it was expressing her feeling of wanting to touch Hajime even just for a little.
By the way, Hajimeâs tsukkomi was ignored like air. A person that couldnât read the atmosphere would become the atmosphere (air).
Shizuku thought that her heart was going to explode from all the gazes that gathered on her, even so, the determination was residing in her eyes, and then, she earnestly conveyed her feeling with those trembling lips.
âTha, thatâs why this is my thanks. A, also this is the proof that what I said at that time isnât, a, a joke.â
Shizuku faced Hajime who couldnât take any action because he was being embraced by Yue and co, at the same time she stood on her tiptoes. Her heels rose to the limit, the hand that touched at Hajimeâs arm grasped tightly. And then, Shizuku whose body leaned forward by activating even âNo Beatâ, those lovely lips that nobody was permitted to touch touched... Hajimeâs cheek.
The outrageously soft sensation was transmitted on Hajimeâs cheek. A little vapor and burning heated breath tickled not just Hajimeâs cheek but even his heart. The contact was just an instant. However, that kiss certainly conveyed Shizukuâs boiling heart.
Behind Shizuku a sound of something heavy dropped resounded. Actually, Ryuutaro who was shocked by Shizukuâs action unintentionally dropped Koukiâs body that made such sound, but there was no way Shizuku had the spare energy to notice that. Rather, no one noticed it.
Shizuku was looking down with all her skin dyed with so much red that it reflexively made one doubt if she was actually going to explode. Hajime had a distant look thinking what was the deal with the sensation remaining on his cheek. Even so thinking that there was no way he could ignore this, so he tried to open his mouth, but before that Shizuku raised her face with strength filling her eyes.
âYue, Shia, Tio... Kaori. In this trial, I realized many things. About my bad habit, and the emotion that I am feeling right now too. He already, has Yue and others, above all he is the person my best friend loved... I think that I am the lowest. But...â
Shizuku lost her words. There Kaori gave words with expression and tone filled with affection.
âShizuku-chan... itâs fine. You are not the worst or anything. Because itâs a matter of heart you know? Itâs something that cannot be helped at all. Rather than that, Shizuku-chan who will prioritize other people than yourself is now, trying to have your own way, this Shizuku-chan makes me happy.â
Perhaps she would make Kaori have unpleasant thoughts, by some chance she would make her sad, even though Shizuku knew well that Kaori wasnât someone of that nature but she couldnât help but feel fear, yet hearing Kaoriâs words which were filled with overflowing kindness without a speck of shadow made Shizuku able to relax his stiffened shoulders.
Looking carefully, although Yue looked displeased, but it didnât appear that she intend to cut in, she then stared at Shizuku while shrugging her shoulders. And then, she slightly showed a daring smile. The same like when with Kaori, she was saying that she would accept the challenge. Shia too was helplessly shrugging her shoulders with one of her eyes closed. Tio looked like she was having fun.
Such Yue and co and Kaori made Shizuku showed a natural smile without any stiffness, with calmness but overflowing determination, she put her feeling into her words and declared.
âI, like Nagumo-kun... Thatâs why Iâll do my best for my own sake.â
The refreshed smile of Shizuku who said that was something so lovely and pretty that charmed everyone there. Exactly like her name, like a drop of morning dew that was illuminated by the light of rising sun, or possibly, like a drop that overflowed from the berry, that smile was sparkling radiantly with a sweet fragrance. (TN: Shizuku means drop/drip/trickle in Japan)
âFufu, Shizuku-chan, you are really cute there... Yosh, from now on in order to win against the Yue-Shia pair, letâs oppose them with the childhood friends pair! We are going to fight from now on!â
âEe? Kaori, geez-. But, fufu, indeed perhaps that is better. Itâs like I and Kaori monopolizing the left and right of Nagumo-kun.â
â... Shizuku, I had the premonition that it would be like this one day. I will consign you, together with Kaori to oblivion.â
âYue-san, oblivion is no good. But, if you are talking about monopolizing, then there is no way we will draw back! We accept the challenge, Shizuku-san!â
Yue and co made a noisy ruckus. Hajime who still hugged and couldnât move still looked far away. It was because there was no sign that they would ask him about his opinion. âNormally, isnât it the person confessed that replied?â Even while thinking of such question, he couldnât put a tsukkomi. Because this was something usual. Because he understood it was pointless.
For the girls surrounding Hajime, in the first place other than Yue the assumption was they were rejected, but even so they were determined to get close to Hajime. Speaking clearly, at first Hajime was unable to understand the feeling of such girls including Shia, but when he thought about how he had been made to surrender by Shia like this, he couldnât say any complaint after this far.
â... Nou, master. How should I react when I am nonchalantly left out like this? They art roused up with the pair confrontation but...â
âYour character is the most eccentric, right.â
The weight on his back increased. Tio was leaning in while whispering sadly. In response Hajimeâs reply was careless. Rather than that, Hajime wanted the two sides sandwiching him in between to stop arguing about how much they loved Hajime, that was what he thought from the bottom of his heart. He was busy thinking of how to stop the heated Yue and co.
â... So Shizuku too? Just how this happen that Nagumo. No, really I donât get it.â
âHawawa, even Shizushizu has fallen... Nagumo-kun you womanizer! What to do, if even Suzu fall without realizing it then.... together with Onee-sama, do, doing thing like this and that-! ... ... ... ...... fumu, thatâs not bad.â
âOi, get back to your sense Suzu. I donât want to become alone in this strange space.â
Ryuutaro sighed in exasperation at Suzu who was pondering with her hand supporting her chin. And then, he noticed that there was no weight on his back and he picked up Kouki back in panic.
âHaa... Kouki. Itâs not like I donât understand your feeling you know. Certainly, I cannot complain anything even if you got carried away by your fake.â
With complicated expression, Ryuutaro murmured with a small voice even while knowing that it wouldnât reach the ear of his best friend. When Kouki woke up, what kind of action he would take... imagining that, he hardened his resolve for the worst case to stop Kouki without fail as his best friend so that he wouldnât make the mistake for the second time.
â... I see. Yueâs memory...â
While walking through the new passage that appeared in Koukiâs room, Yue talked about the discrepancy in her memory at Hajime. And then she talked without hiding anything about how perhaps herself was a unique existence more than she thought, and maybe in the future something that her uncle feared would occur.
Yue took Hajimeâs hand and hugged tightly while looking up at Hajime questioningly. However, she didnât find the serious expression that she expected there. Rather, Hajime was returning an exasperated at Yue, causing her to blink her eyes.
âWhat to say, that talk is already far too late at this point of time isnât it?â
â... Nn? ... By any chance, Hajime noticed?â
âThatâs, yeah. If Yueâs immortality is absolute, then I can be more at peace of mind but... if thatâs not the case then thatâs the most important matter that concerns the life and death of my lover, how your automatic regeneration wonât activate if you are in an exhausted state. Then, even though there are many ways to cause magic power to be exhausted, why were those bunches could only seal Yue and nothing else? Thatâs just obvious question, right? After all, if I understand the reason then perhaps I can make Yue to absolutely not die.â
âEven if I say that, based on what we talked when we were at the abyss, it felt like Yue didnât remember about that anyway right? You were in a daze from the sudden betrayal and when you noticed you were already sealed you said.â
âThatâs why. Rather than dredging up that doubtful point forcefully from your memory to investigate, I thought itâs just better if I simply do something about it. Perhaps by any chance, you donât remember it because itâs a painful memory. In the end, no matter what kind of existence Yue is, my conclusion wonât change... I wonât hand over Yue to anyone if itâs for that sake then Iâll do anything. If someone tries to steal Yue from me, then no matter what kind of existence, no matter what kind of situation, Iâll kill them all.â
Perhaps imagining a vision of being separated from Yue, Hajime looked straight ahead while his eyes were glaring fiercely toward an unseen enemy. In the end, it was the usual conclusion of âDonât mind about the small thing! If there is any hindrance, then just slaughter them all!â The truth was it was really simple and clear.
Toward such Hajime whose affection and desire to monopolize Yue was exposed out and plain to see, Yueâs eyes turned so moist that even now they looked like they would burst. With a gaze filled with so much heat that it seemed to burn, Yue stared at Hajime wholeheartedly, and then...
â... Shizuku, what is the meaning of this?â
A black sheath was thrust before her eyes. It was pushed out between Hajime and Yue, obstructing Yueâs kiss. Yue traced the source of the pushed out black katana and stared reproachfully and asked at the source Shizuku.
Shizukuâs gaze was wandering around restlessly, it seemed that rather than obstructing intentionally she did that reflexively.
âE, err... you see, we still havenât even confirmed that the trial of the great labyrinth is over yet, right? Thatâs why, I wonder if doing something like that is better to be put on hold for later, something like that?â
â... And the truth?â
âItâs envi... not that. I as well... not that. Letâs pay attention to TPO, thatâs what I mean. Yep.â (TN: TPO=Time, Place, Order (?))
Shizuku whose gaze was swimming around lied with a really unconvincing lie. Kaori beside her was âTo stop Yueâs attack... as expected from my Shizuku-chan!â she was giving Shizuku extremely high praise.
âEven though you say that, but it feels like someone kissed me normally just before, though?â
Hajime looked back over his shoulder while talking to Shizuku teasingly. Immediately, Shizukuâs cheeks blushed with vivid red autumn. âUu. Thatâs, because, something that only I havenât done is... lonely.â She leaked out such whisper that sounded like an excuse. There Tio continued the talk with further teasing.
âAlthough, it was only a âchuuâ at the cheek. If thou art swordsman, then how about gallantly cutting in? The lips of master wonât be stolen without some forcefulness thou know?â
âSte, stealing or anything... thatâs improper. Something like that, I think it has to be in a proper situation, it should be done with the mutual consent of both parties. That, if possible, if Nagumo-kun is the one that does it by his initiative... Iâll feel happy.â
Reddened cheek, somewhat bowed head and the bashfully talking Shizuku. On her bosom was the black katana that she had already drawn back?the present from Hajime, she hugged it tightly as though it was the expression of Shizukuâs emotion of wanting to do something like that to the person himself.
And then Shizukuâs walking position was three step diagonally behind Hajime as though it had been already measured. Her gracefully following figure was just like a Yamato Nadeshiko (TN: Graceful in Japan could be spelled as shizushizu). With a momentary flash, the second part of Hajimeâs present to her that was the hair ornament was shining at the base of her trademark ponytail.
â...â
With continuing silence, Hajime was directing a staring gaze at Shizuku as though he was looking at a rare animal.
Basically, the female camp that was surrounding Hajime was a carnivore with an assertive aspect. They are girls that wanted with all their might for Hajime to accept them. Therefore, hearing the word âimproperâ just from one kiss made Hajime show his surprise with his eyes widened reflexively. âEh? A girl like this, really exists?â He was thinking like that inside his heart, it could be said that he was already considerable dyed by the color of Yue and co.
Looking at that state of Hajime, Yue murmured. Even though it seemed to be a whisper, but her voice was transmitted enough to Shia and Kaori and the others too.
â... What girl power. Yaegashi, is she a monster?â
It seemed that Shizukuâs girl power that Yue witnessed was really a cheat. For some reason, Kaori was looking at Yue with the tremendous triumphant look. And then, Shizuku who was showing a tremendous gap of atmosphere with her unease of getting showered by attention from surrounding compared to her usual dignified air was suddenly pushed out forcefully by Kaori as though to show her off.
Yue groaned âmuhâ, and then she pushed out Shia beside her. âHe? Wha, what is it?â Yue flapped the rabbit ears of the troubled Shia using wind to further appeal at the appeal point even more while directing a fearless grin at Kaori.
It appeared that they were doing partner showdown. âMy best friend is absolutely cute!â Such wordless confrontation was being unfolded right now.
Such usual Yue and Kaori made Shia remonstrates them while showing a troubled smile. She tried to remonstrate them, but a vein appeared on her forehead seeing the two continuing to exchange sparking stare, she cut in between two while tapping Doryukken on her shoulder. A wordless pressure was spreading.
Yue and Kaori drew back with a stiff smile. Shizuku was directing a respecting gaze at Shia. Truly, since they came into this great labyrinth, Shiaâs growth was striking.
Hajime was looking at the state of Shia and co, he then changed the talk while making an admiring expression.
â... Nevertheless, you reached a draw with Yue who fought seriously. You also rebuked Yue strongly, Iâve got to prepare a present for Shia like this.â
âFue? I, is it fine?â
Hajime smiled believing that Shia was the MVP for this time with how she scolded Yueâs nonsense and made Yue revoked it with her strength. Shia who was praised suddenly looked happy even while getting flustered.
â... Shiaâs slap. It was the first time for me who had never been hit even by my parents. I cannot forget the pain running through my cheek. Wish to your heartâs content.â
â... Yue-san, you are lightly holding a grudge, arenât you? Well, itâs not like I have some special wish or anything. Everything has already been granted already. Itâs fine if Hajime-san gives me a handmade present. The matter with Yue-san was something that I did because I wanted to do it.â
If it was in the past, Shia would yell things like âDate!â or âTake my first time!â, but now she didnât really get high-spirited overly, rather she was smiling happily while leaving the choice to Hajime.
â... What composure... so Shia has already turned into a formidable enemy that rivaled Yue. It was careless of me of all people.â
âE, err, Kaori? For some reason, your face looks like a character of a dramatic story you know?â
âShizuku-chan, so that we can obtain that composure, I think itâs no good if we are contenting ourselves with our position as a challenger.â
The composed attitude of Shia made Kaori feel impatience. Her appearance with her arms crossed and one hand supporting her chin pondering was like a certain scholar searching for the truth somewhere. Naturally, Shizuku was bewildered by her best friendâs eccentricity.
Looking at such a Shizuku, Kaori opened her eyes wide
âYes, we are not the challenger but we should be the attacker!â
â... Kaori. You are getting tired you know? Letâs calm down a little.â
âShizuku-chan, when the conquer of the great labyrinth is over, letâs attack Hajime-kun when he is asleep with the two of us.â
âReally, just what are you saying!?â
âItâs fine. With the trial this time, I have grasped almost all the function of this body, so I think if itâs with the two of us we will manage it somehow.â
âThe thing that has to be done at all cost is about the way Kaoriâs head work. I beg you to please come back to your senses...â
âI, it will be the first time for both of us but... letâs have it plundered together okay, Shizuku-chan!â
â... I wonder if I should hit you flying just like what Shia did.â
Toward Kaori who was making clenched fists with both her hands while speaking her resolve with rough breathing âFunsu!â and red cheeks, Shizuku began to seriously considered whether she should slap her with a tired expression. It appeared that her worrying habit still didnât change even with the various things she had become unbounded from.
â... Stop with the love comedy, we are proceeding forward.â
âFeeling this tired after we linked up, just whatâs with that.â
Suzu and Ryuutaroâs voice that sounded even more tired than Shizuku resounded in the passage, but it seemed that it didnât enter anyoneâs ear. This was after they had finished a serious trial of facing themselves, so perhaps it caused them to lose the restraint of their heart in various things.
With that kind of feeling, they advanced forward with light atmosphere even while putting their guard up for ten minutes.
The party finally arrived at the end of the road. On the ice wall of the end of the road, there was a magic circle carved there in the shape of heptagon where its tops were arranged with the crest of each great labyrinths. When Hajime and others approached, it began to shine faintly. And then the whole wall was covered with something like a membrane of light. It was a phenomenon that really resembled the entrance of the great labyrinth.
When Hajime touched it lightly with his fingertips, a ripple spread as though a stone was thrown into water surface. As expected, it seemed that it was a teleport gate.
Hajime turned behind and ran his gaze at all members, then he nodded. Yue and others nodded in response.
And then Hajime and others lept into the light membrane all at once.
â... It seems this time we arenât separated, huh.â
âHmm, it appears that we hath finally arrived.â
âWhat a pretty sanctuary.â
When the light that dyed their sight cleared up, there was a wide space there.
That beautiful quadrangle space that was supported by several thick ice pillars was made from ice just as expected. It wasnât ice with high reflection rate that could be mistaken as mirror like all the ice walls until now, but ice wall that was made from pure ice that was really transparent.
And then what attracted their attention the most was the ground. It was overflowing with water that they had never seen at all since they came here. It appeared the temperature of this space wasnât that low. It seemed that a lot of spring water was flowing in, small fountains were put here and there on the spacious lake surface. Most likely there was also the hole where the water was flowing out.
And then on such a lake surface there was the floating floor in the shape of stepping stone that was made from ice. At the other side, ahead of that floor, there was a huge ice sanctuary. It was just right opposite the side where Hajime and others came out from. The foothold of floating ice was continuing until there on the quadrangle lake surface.
Because the water didnât freeze, Hajime experimented by taking off his cold protection artifact. The result was as expected, it was a cold space but it only felt cool and not freezing. Just as Tio said, there was no doubt that this place was the deepest part of the [Ice and Snow Cavern]. Even for a âliberatorâ, surely, they would beg off to have a residence with extreme cold.
â... We... conquered it... hic- â
âSuzu-chan... you did it.â
Suzu was overcome by emotion and became teary eyed while looking at the sanctuary. In various meaning, she reached this achievement just barely. She failed, broke, but even so, she gritted her teeth and endured, and finally she reached the goal. It was natural for her to be moved. Kaori was gently putting her hand on Suzuâs shoulder while also crying in sympathy.
That deep emotion was also similarly felt by Ryuutaro. âHeh,â He chuckled while something shining was gathering a little in his eyes.
â... We did it.â
âYeah. I donât know how many times I almost died though.â
âThatâs because every time you didnât think of the consequences and just charged.â
âNooo, haha, well, the result is alright so ainât that fine.â
When Shizuku slapped lightly at Ryuutaroâs arm, contrary to his words Ryuutaro averted his eyes awkwardly.
With Hajime at the head, they used the ice foothold and advanced to the sanctuary. They managed to cross to the opposite shore without anything especially happened. A magic circle was drawn at a deep pool of the opposite shore. Nothing happened when they stepped on it, so thinking about it based on the position, perhaps it was a magic circle for a shortcut.
The entrance of the sanctuary was a large double door, there a crest that resembled snow crystal was drawn. It was the crest of the liberator âVandol Shuneâ. There was no sign of something like a seal or anything, when Hajime put his strength and pushed, it opened without resistance.
âEven though the appearance is a sanctuary, the inside is like a house, huh.â
â... Nn. Itâs like Oscarâs hideout.â
Ahead of the opened door, there was nothing at all like stained glass or altar like in church. In exchange, there was an entrance of the mansion with a chandelier made from ice hanging above. There was a corridor that continued inside and a stair that went to the second floor from two sides.
Hajime used the compass and searched for the magic circleâs location. According to the compass, it seemed that it was at the inner part of the straight passage on the first floor. Everyone advanced to the inside following Hajimeâs lead. On the way, there were several rooms, so they tried to open the door, inside there was just normal furniture put there. The ice wall too when they tried to touch it only felt cool and not cold. Just like Hajimeâs cold protection artifact, surely there was some kind of cold protection measure applied to it.
Like that, they advanced while admiring the inside of the mansion, and finally, they found a thick door.
âItâs here.â
Hajime whispered that and opened the door without hesitation. Inside there was indeed the magic circle that was their aim.
Everyone quickly entered into that magic circle. Just like usual, the inside of their brain was scrutinized and in the head of the people whose labyrinth capture was recognized, the age of the godâs magic was engraved immediately.
The last of that??by acquiring the [Metamorphosis Magic], Shia and others looked at each otherâs face with their happiness plain to see, at that time,
âGuu!? GaAAh!!â
â... -, UuUUUUH!!â
Screams filled with anguish resounded. Shia and others were startled and moved their gaze in that direction. Over there were the figures of Hajime and Yue on their knee while holding their head as though they were enduring fierce headache.
âHajime-san!? Yue-san!?â
âWhatâs the matter, both of you!!â
Shia and Shizuku raised shocked voices.
âCalm down! Kaori! Donât be befuddled!â
âEh? Ah, yes, Iâll examine them immediately!â
Tioâs thunderous roar fell on the members that were all shook up from the sudden happening. The healing expert Kaori was also scolded before she returned to her senses.
And then when she was about to examine in hurry, right after that,
Hajime and Yue that were sweating a lot seemed to be released from the unknown pain, strength left their body and they slumped down, they fainted just like that. Shia and Shizuku immediately supported them. Looking for their state, it appeared that the two of them fainted together.
A burden to the degree that caused the two who had surpassed cheat character and reached bug level to faint... just what in the world happened. Silence returned to the room and a dumbfounded atmosphere was flowing.
âFor the time being, we have to rest the two of them...â
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ãããã¨ã | To explain the wish, I'm going to have to take you somewhere where many people haven't been, and that's around the world.
When I was about 24 years old, Kate Stohr and myself started an organization to get architects and designers involved in humanitarian work, not only about responding to natural disasters, but involved in systemic issues.
We believe that where the resources and expertise are scarce, innovative, sustainable design can really make a difference in people's lives.
So I started my life as an architect, or training as an architect, and I was always interested in socially responsible design, and how you can really make an impact.
But when I went to architecture school, it seemed that I was a black sheep in the family.
Many architects seemed to think that when you design, you design a jewel, and it's a jewel that you try and crave for; whereas I felt that when you design, you either improve or you create a detriment to the community in which you're designing.
So you're not just doing a building for the residents or for the people who are going to use it, but for the community as a whole.
And in 1999, we started by responding to the issue of the housing crisis for returning refugees in Kosovo.
And I didn't know what I was doing -- like I said, mid-20s -- and I'm the Internet generation, so we started a website.
We put a call out there, and to my surprise, in a couple of months, we had hundreds of entries from around the world.
That led to a number of prototypes being built and really experimenting with some ideas.
Two years later we started doing a project on developing mobile health clinics in sub-Saharan Africa, responding to the HIV/AIDS pandemic.
That led to 550 entries from 53 countries.
We also have designers from around the world that participate.
And we had an exhibit of work that followed that.
2004 was the tipping point for us.
We started responding to natural disasters and getting involved in Iran, in Bam, also following up on our work in Africa.
Working within the United States -- most people look at poverty and they see the face of a foreigner.
But I live in Bozeman, Montana -- go up to the north plains on the reservations, or go down to Alabama or Mississippi, pre-Katrina, and I could have shown you places that have far worse conditions than many developing countries that I've been to.
So we got involved in and worked in inner cities and elsewhere; and also, I will go into some more projects.
2005: Mother Nature kicked our ass.
I think we can pretty much assume that 2005 was a horrific year when it comes to natural disasters.
And because of the Internet, and because of connections to blogs and so forth, within literally hours of the tsunami, we were already raising funds, getting involved, working with people on the ground.
We run from a couple of laptops, and in the first couple of days, I had 4,000 emails from people needing help.
So we began to get involved in projects there, and I'll talk about some others.
And then of course, this year we've been responding to Katrina, as well as following up on our reconstruction work.
So this is a brief overview.
In 2004, I really couldn't manage the number of people who wanted to help, or the number of requests that I was getting.
It was all coming into my laptop and cell phone.
So we decided to embrace an open-source model of business -- so that anyone, anywhere in the world, could start a local chapter, and they can get involved in local problems.
Because I believe there is no such thing as Utopia.
All problems are local. All solutions are local.
So that means, you know, somebody who's based in Mississippi knows more about Mississippi than I do.
So what happened is, we used Meetup and all these other Internet tools, and we ended up having 40 chapters starting up, thousands of architects in 104 countries.
So the bullet point -- sorry, I never do a suit, so I knew that I was going to take this off.
OK, because I'm going to do it very quick.
This isn't just about nonprofit. What it showed me is that there's a grassroots movement going on, of socially responsible designers who really believe that this world has got a lot smaller, and that we have the opportunity -- not the responsibility, but the opportunity -- I'm adding that to my time.
So what you don't know is, we've got these thousands of designers working around the world, connected basically by a website, and we have a staff of three.
The fact that nobody told us we couldn't do it, we did it.
And so there's something to be said about naïvetÊ.
So seven years later, we've developed so that we've got advocacy, instigation and implementation.
We advocate for good design, not only through student workshops and lectures and public forums, op-eds; we have a book on humanitarian work; but also disaster mitigation and dealing with public policy.
We can talk about FEMA, but that's another talk.
Instigation, developing ideas with communities and NGOs, doing open-source design competitions. Referring, matchmaking with communities.
And then implementing -- actually going out there and doing the work, because when you invent, it's never a reality until it's built.
So it's really important that if we're designing and trying to create change, we build that change.
So here's a select number of projects.
This is Kosovo in '99. We did an open design competition, like I said.
It led to a whole variety of ideas.
And this wasn't about emergency shelter, but transitional shelter that would last five to 10 years, that would be placed next to the land the resident lived in, and that they would rebuild their own home.
This wasn't imposing an architecture on a community; this was giving them the tools and the space to allow them to rebuild and regrow the way they want to.
We had from the sublime to the ridiculous, but they worked.
This is an inflatable hemp house. It was built; it works.
This is a shipping container. Built and works.
And a whole variety of ideas that not only dealt with architectural building, but also the issues of governance, and the idea of creating communities through complex networks.
So we've engaged not just designers, but also a whole variety of technology-based professionals.
Using rubble from destroyed homes to create new homes.
Using straw bale construction, creating heat walls.
And then something remarkable happened in '99.
We went to Africa originally to look at the housing issue.
Within three days, we realized the problem was not housing; it was the growing pandemic of HIV/AIDS.
And it wasn't doctors telling us this; it was actual villagers that we were staying with.
And so we came up with the bright idea that instead of getting people to walk 10, 15 kilometers to see doctors, you get the doctors to the people.
And we started engaging the medical community, and you know, we thought we were real bright sparks -- "We've come up with this great idea: mobile health clinics, widely distributed throughout sub-Saharan Africa."
And the medical community there said, "We've said this for the last decade.
We know this. We just don't know how to show this."
So in a way, we had taken pre-existing needs and shown solutions.
And so again, we had a whole variety of ideas that came in.
This one I personally love, because the idea is that architecture is not just about solutions, but about raising awareness.
This is a kenaf clinic. You get seed and you grow it in a plot of land, and it grows 14 feet in a month.
And on the fourth week, the doctors come and they mow out an area, put a tensile structure on the top, and when the doctors have finished treating and seeing patients and villagers, you cut down the clinic and you eat it.
So it's dealing with the fact that if you have AIDS, you also need to have nutrition rates, and the idea of nutrition is as important as getting antiretrovirals out there.
So you know, this is a serious solution.
This one I love. The idea is it's not just a clinic, it's a community center.
This looked at setting up trade routes and economic engines within the community, so it can be a self-sustaining project.
Every one of these projects is sustainable.
That's not because I'm a tree-hugging green person.
It's because when you live on four dollars a day, you're living on survival and you have to be sustainable.
You have to know where your energy is coming from, you have to know where your resource is coming from, and you have to keep the maintenance down.
So this is about getting an economic engine, and then at night, it turns into a movie theater.
So it's not an AIDS clinic. It's a community center.
And these ideas developed into prototypes, and they were eventually built.
And currently, as of this year, there are clinics rolling out in Nigeria and Kenya.
From that, we also developed Siyathemba. The community came to us and said, "The problem is that the girls don't have education."
And we're working in an area where young women between the ages of 16 and 24 have a 50 percent HIV/AIDS rate.
And that's not because they're promiscuous, it's because there's no knowledge.
And so we decided to look at the idea of sports, and create a youth sports center that doubled as an HIV/AIDS outreach center, and the coaches of the girls' team were also trained doctors.
So that there would be a very slow way of developing confidence in health care.
And we picked nine finalists, and then those nine finalists were distributed throughout the entire region, and then the community picked their design.
They said, this is our design, because it's not only about engaging a community; it's about empowering a community, and about getting them to be a part of the rebuilding process.
So, the winning design is here.
And then, of course, we actually go and work with the community and the clients.
So this is the designer.
He's out there working with the first ever women's soccer team in KwaZulu-Natal, Siyathemba.
And they can tell it better.
Video: Well, my name is Cee Cee Mkhonza.
I work at the Africa Centre, I'm an IT user consultant.
I'm also the national football player for South Africa, Banyana Banyana.
And I also play in the Vodacom League, for the team called Tembisa, which has now changed to Siyathemba.
This is our home ground.
Cameron Sinclair: I'm going to show that later because I'm running out of time.
I can see Chris looking at me slyly.
This was a connection, just a meeting with somebody who wanted to develop Africa's first telemedicine center, in Tanzania.
And we met, literally, a couple of months ago. We've already developed a design.
The team is over there, working in partnership.
This was a matchmaking, thanks to a couple of TEDsters -- Sun [Microsystems], Cheryl Heller and Andrew Zolli, who connected me with this amazing African woman.
And we start construction in June, and it will be opened by TEDGlobal.
So when you come to TEDGlobal, you can check it out.
But what we're known probably most for is dealing with disasters and development, and we've been involved in a lot of issues, such as the tsunami and also things like Hurricane Katrina.
This is a 370-dollar shelter that can be easily assembled.
This is a community-designed community center.
And what that means is we actually live and work with the community, and they're part of the design process.
The kids actually get involved in mapping out where the community center should be.
And then eventually, the community, through skills training, end up building the building with us.
Here is another school.
This is what the UN gave these guys for six months -- 12 plastic tarps.
This was in August.
This was the replacement; that's supposed to last for two years.
When the rain comes down, you can't hear a thing, and in the summer, it's about 140 degrees inside.
So we said, if the rain's coming down, let's get fresh water.
So every one of our schools has a rainwater collection system.
Very low cost: three classrooms and rainwater collection is 5,000 dollars.
This was raised by hot chocolate sales in Atlanta.
It's built by the parents of the kids.
The kids are out there on-site, building the buildings.
And it opened a couple of weeks ago, and there's 600 kids that are now using the schools.
So, disaster hits home.
We see the bad stories on CNN and Fox and all that, but we don't see the good stories.
Here is a community that got together, and they said "no" to waiting.
They formed a partnership, a diverse partnership of players, to actually map out East Biloxi, to figure out who's getting involved.
We've had over 1,500 volunteers rebuilding, rehabbing homes.
Figuring out what FEMA regulations are, not waiting for them to dictate to us how you should rebuild. Working with residents, getting them out of their homes, so they don't get ill.
This is what they're cleaning up on their own.
Designing housing. This house is going in in a couple of weeks.
This is a rehabbed home, done in four days.
This is a utility room for a woman who is on a walker.
She's 70 years old. This is what FEMA gave her.
600 bucks, happened two days ago.
We put together, very quickly, a washroom.
It's built, it's running and she just started a business today, where she's washing other people's clothes.
These are the Calhouns.
They're photographers who had documented the Lower Ninth for the last 40 years.
That was their home, and these are the photographs they took.
And we're helping, working with them to create a new building.
Projects we've done. Projects we've been a part of, support.
Why don't aid agencies do this? This is the UN tent.
This is the new UN tent, just introduced this year.
Quick to assemble. It's got a flap -- that's the invention.
It took 20 years to design this and get it implemented in the field.
I was 12 years old. There's a problem here.
Luckily, we're not alone.
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of architects and designers and inventors around the world that are getting involved in humanitarian work.
More hemp houses -- it's a theme in Japan, apparently.
I'm not sure what they're smoking.
This is a Grip Clip, designed by somebody who said, "All you need is some way to attach membrane structures to physical support beams."
This guy designed for NASA, is now doing housing.
I'm going to whip through this quickly, because I know I've got only a couple of minutes.
So this is all done in the last two years.
I showed you something that took 20 years to do.
And this is just a selection of things that were built in the last couple of years.
From Brazil to India, Mexico, Alabama, China, Israel, Palestine, Vietnam.
The average age of a designer who gets involved in this project is 32 -- I just have to stop here, because Arup is in the room, and this is the best-designed toilet in the world.
If you're ever, ever in India, go use this toilet.
Chris Luebkeman will tell you why.
I'm sure that's how he wanted to spend the party.
But the future is not going to be the sky-scraping cities of New York, And when you look at this, you see crisis.
What I see is many, many inventors.
One billion people live in abject poverty.
We hear about them all the time.
Four billion live in growing but fragile economies.
One in seven live in unplanned settlements.
If we do nothing about the housing crisis that's about to happen, in 20 years, one in three people will live in an unplanned settlement or a refugee camp.
Look left, look right: one of you will be there.
How do we improve the living standards of five billion people?
With 10 million solutions.
So I wish to develop a community that actively embraces innovative and sustainable design to improve the living conditions for everyone.
Chris Anderson: Wait a sec -- that's your wish?
CS: That's my wish.
CA: That's his wish!
CS: We started Architecture for Humanity with 700 dollars and a website.
So Chris somehow decided to give me 100,000.
So why not this many people?
Open-source architecture is the way to go.
You have a diverse community of participants -- and we're not just talking about inventors and designers, but we're talking about the funding model.
My role is not as a designer; it's as a conduit between the design world and the humanitarian world.
And what we need is something that replicates me globally, because I haven't slept in seven years.
Secondly, what will this thing be?
Designers want to respond to issues of humanitarian crisis, but they don't want some company in the West taking their idea and basically profiting from it.
So Creative Commons has developed the Developing Nations license.
And what that means is that a designer can -- The Siyathemba project I showed was the first ever building to have a Creative Commons license on it.
As soon as that is built, anyone in Africa or any developing nation can take the construction documents and replicate it for free.
So why not allow designers the opportunity to do this, but still protect their rights here?
We want to have a community where you can upload ideas, and those ideas can be tested in an earthquake, in flood, in all sorts of austere environments. The reason that's important is I don't want to wait for the next Katrina to find out if my house works.
That's too late, we need to do it now.
So doing that globally -- and I want this whole thing to work multi-lingually.
When you look at the face of an architect, most people think a gray-haired white guy.
I don't see that; I see the face of the world.
So I want everyone from all over the planet to be able to be a part of this design and development.
XPRIZE for the other 98 percent, if you want to call it that.
We also want to look at ways of matchmaking and putting funding partners together, and the idea of integrating manufacturers -- fab labs in every country.
When I hear about the $100 laptop and it's going to educate every child -- educate every designer in the world.
Put one in every favela, every slum settlement.
Because you know what? Innovation will happen.
We talk about leapfrog technologies.
I write with Worldchanging, and the one thing we've been talking about is, I learn more on the ground than I've ever learned here.
So let's take those ideas, adapt them, and we can use them.
These ideas are supposed to be adaptable; they should have the potential for evolution; they should be developed by every nation in the world and useful for every nation in the world. What will it take?
There should be a sheet.
I don't have time to read this, because I'm going to be yanked off.
CA: Let's just leave it up for a sec.
CS: Well, what will it take? You guys are smart.
So it's going to take a lot of computing power, because I want the idea that any laptop anywhere in the world can plug into the system and be able to not only participate in developing these designs, but utilize the designs. Also, a process of reviewing the designs.
I want every Arup engineer in the world to check and make sure that we're doing stuff that's standing, because those guys are the best in the world. Plug.
And so, you know, I want these -- I just should note: I have two laptops and one of them is there, and that has 3000 designs on it. If I drop that laptop ... What happens?
So it's important to have these proven ideas put up there, easy to use, easy to get ahold of.
My mom once said, "There's nothing worse than being all mouth and no trousers."
I'm fed up of talking about making change.
You only make it by doing it.
We've changed FEMA guidelines; we've changed public policy; we've changed international response -- based on building things.
So for me, it's important that we create a real conduit for innovation, and that it's free innovation.
Think of free culture -- this is free innovation.
Somebody said this a couple of years back.
I will give points for those who know it.
But I think the man was maybe 25 years too early. So let's do it.
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Now the choosing begins.
Person A: Ivy League, 4.0, flawless resume, great recommendations.
All the right stuff.
Person B: state school, fair amount of job hopping, and odd jobs like cashier and singing waitress.
But remember -- both are qualified.
So I ask you: who are you going to pick?
My colleagues and I created very official terms to describe two distinct categories of candidates.
We call A "the Silver Spoon," the one who clearly had advantages and was destined for success.
And we call B "the Scrapper," the one who had to fight against tremendous odds You just heard a human resources director refer to people as Silver Spoons and Scrappers -- which is not exactly politically correct and sounds a bit judgmental.
But before my human resources certification gets revoked -- let me explain.
A resume tells a story.
And over the years, I've learned something about people whose experiences read like a patchwork quilt, that makes me stop and fully consider them before tossing their resumes away.
A series of odd jobs may indicate inconsistency, lack of focus, unpredictability.
Or it may signal a committed struggle against obstacles.
At the very least, the Scrapper deserves an interview.
To be clear, I don't hold anything against the Silver Spoon; getting into and graduating from an elite university takes a lot of hard work and sacrifice.
But if your whole life has been engineered toward success, how will you handle the tough times?
One person I hired felt that because he attended an elite university, there were certain assignments that were beneath him, like temporarily doing manual labor to better understand an operation.
Eventually, he quit.
But on the flip side, what happens when your whole life is destined for failure and you actually succeed?
I want to urge you to interview the Scrapper.
I know a lot about this because I am a Scrapper.
Before I was born, my father was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, and he couldn't hold a job in spite of his brilliance.
Our lives were one part "Cuckoo's Nest," one part "Awakenings" and one part "A Beautiful Mind."
I'm the fourth of five children raised by a single mother in a rough neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York.
We never owned a home, a car, a washing machine, and for most of my childhood, we didn't even have a telephone.
So I was highly motivated to understand the relationship between business success and Scrappers, because my life could easily have turned out very differently.
As I met successful business people and read profiles of high-powered leaders, I noticed some commonality.
Many of them had experienced early hardships, anywhere from poverty, abandonment, death of a parent while young, to learning disabilities, alcoholism and violence.
The conventional thinking has been that trauma leads to distress, and there's been a lot of focus on the resulting dysfunction.
But during studies of dysfunction, data revealed an unexpected insight: that even the worst circumstances can result in growth and transformation.
A remarkable and counterintuitive phenomenon has been discovered, which scientists call Post Traumatic Growth.
In one study designed to measure the effects of adversity among a subset of 698 children who experienced the most severe and extreme conditions, fully one-third grew up to lead healthy, successful and productive lives.
In spite of everything and against tremendous odds, they succeeded.
One-third.
Take this resume.
This guy's parents give him up for adoption.
He never finishes college.
He job-hops quite a bit, goes on a sojourn to India for a year, and to top it off, he has dyslexia.
Would you hire this guy?
His name is Steve Jobs.
In a study of the world's most highly successful entrepreneurs, it turns out a disproportionate number have dyslexia. In the US, 35 percent of the entrepreneurs studied had dyslexia.
What's remarkable -- among those entrepreneurs who experience post traumatic growth, they now view their learning disability as a desirable difficulty which provided them an advantage because they became better listeners and paid greater attention to detail.
They don't think they are who they are in spite of adversity, they know they are who they are because of adversity.
They embrace their trauma and hardships as key elements of who they've become, and know that without those experiences, they might not have developed the muscle and grit required to become successful.
One of my colleagues had his life completely upended as a result of the Chinese Cultural Revolution in 1966.
At age 13, his parents were relocated to the countryside, the schools were closed and he was left alone in Beijing to fend for himself until 16, But instead of accepting his fate, he made a resolution that he would continue his formal education.
Eleven years later, when the political landscape changed, he heard about a highly selective university admissions test.
He had three months to learn the entire curriculum of middle and high school.
So, every day he came home from the factory, took a nap, studied until 4am, went back to work and repeated this cycle every day for three months.
He did it, he succeeded.
His commitment to his education was unwavering, and he never lost hope.
Today, he holds a master's degree, and his daughters each have degrees from Cornell and Harvard.
Scrappers are propelled by the belief that the only person you have full control over is yourself.
When things don't turn out well, Scrappers ask, "What can I do differently to create a better result?"
Scrappers have a sense of purpose that prevents them from giving up on themselves, kind of like if you've survived poverty, a crazy father and several muggings, you figure, "Business challenges? -- Really?
Piece of cake. I got this."
And that reminds me -- humor.
Scrappers know that humor gets you through the tough times, and laughter helps you change your perspective.
And finally, there are relationships.
People who overcome adversity don't do it alone.
Somewhere along the way, they find people who bring out the best in them and who are invested in their success.
Having someone you can count on no matter what is essential to overcoming adversity.
I was lucky.
In my first job after college, I didn't have a car, so I carpooled across two bridges with a woman who was the president's assistant.
She watched me work and encouraged me to focus on my future and not dwell on my past.
Along the way I've met many people who've provided me brutally honest feedback, advice and mentorship.
These people don't mind that I once worked as a singing waitress to help pay for college.
I'll leave you with one final, valuable insight.
Companies that are committed to diversity and inclusive practices tend to support Scrappers and outperform their peers.
According to DiversityInc, a study of their top 50 companies for diversity outperformed the S&P 500 by 25 percent.
So back to my original question.
Who are you going to bet on: Silver Spoon or Scrapper?
I say choose the underestimated contender, whose secret weapons are passion and purpose.
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If there are any intelligent demons inside the fortress, they will try to pull up the bridge. If that happened, itâs not only going to trouble the people escaping the fortress but also will trouble Mazell later on.
Thatâs why in the name of âemergencyâ, the bridgeâs chain should be cut so it becomes a fixed bridge. I can come up with as many excuses for cutting the chain as I want later.
The escaping people are guided by Viscount Davrakâs troop using torches. Interestingly, people choose to go to a brighter place. Viscount Davrakâs troops burned more torches the farther it was from the fortress. This is because once humansâ eyes are accustomed to the light, they become unable to see their dark surroundings.
Guiding the non-combatants and placing them around the combatants make the rank inside the combatant become confusing, so unexpectedly striking a balance between the two is difficult.
âAugenâs troop go to the right side of the bridge! Barkeyâs troop, you guys go line up on the left side of the bridge! Prepare the crossbows!â
âThe first shoot will be done under my order! Everyone, match my words!â
If Max has a large build, then Augen has an average build and average height, while Barkey is someone who has a sharp impression and is taller than Max.
Max didnât come with us, so these two became the commander of my troop in his place. Both of them are in their thirties, but Augen is older and has more experience compared to Barkey.
âReady...â
Another wave of people who are probably part of the labor force for the renovation came out of the gate. Behind them are shadows of beings that didnât seem to be humans.
The flame constantly burned inside the fortress makes it so I can only see a silhouette, but I know from the game that our opponents are skeleton warriors and living dead. As expected, this is their battlefield.
âShoot!â
Following my signal, more than twenty arrows rained down on the demons. Crossbows are great because even if youâre not used to firing them, their accuracy is still high. It might be strange coming from the person who ordered the troop to shoot crossbows, but Iâm a bit surprised that arrows worked on skeletons.
On the other hand, I can also hear some surprised voices coming from the troop.
âThat... the corpses and skeletons are moving?â
âItâs the first time I actually saw them...â
âCalm down! Look, they can also be defeated with our weapons!â
After Augen said that, he proceeded on commanding the orderlies to reload the crossbows. The orderlies hurriedly executed his orders. I guess this is fine. Though the troop is surprised, they are not afraid.
This is how normal people would react. Despite having heard of the oracle about the demon king revival, until they saw demons with their own eyes, they will still feel that the revival is far from their reality.
All this time, demonic beasts have only appeared in the vicinity of the capital, but starting from this incident at the Veritza Fortress, many types of demons will start to appear.
If I donât remember it wrong, the last boss of the battle at the Veritza Fortress is one of Generals, Dreax. He was one of the weakest bosses to the point that the small fry that appeared in the latter half of the game are all stronger than him. I wonder how he even becomes one of the Generals.
Still, the revived Gatekeepers of the Doors are pretty tough. To the point I want to complain to the developer that revived enemies should be weaker, not stronger. Speaking about revival, I remember that the defeated Generals will also revive in the game, though the Heavenly Kings wonât.
Letâs return to the battle. As people kept rushing out of the fortress, I contacted Fogto-san to ask for the magesâ help. Fortunately, he came almost immediately. Must be because the mage team is just waiting while supporting the refugee.
âThank you for coming. There is something I wanted to ask the mages for help with.â
I said that I want the mages to go to the right side of the hinge so the doors wonât close. Fogto-san seems to be surprised by my request. Well, thatâs natural.
âWonât this become trouble later?â
âIf there is an intelligent demon inside the fortress, it might shut the door to trap the remaining people inside. If that happens, the people inside will get massacred, so itâs better to just destroy the hinge to prevent the escape route from being sealed.â
Itâs a sound reason, but thereâs actually another reason why I want the hinge to be destroyed. I want to make it easier for Mazell and others to go inside the fortress later. In the game, getting inside the enemyâs base is easy, but in reality, I donât know.
Logically, I donât think the demons will easily let us enter their bases. I wonder if the reason why the protagonist easily entered the demonsâ bases is that the demons again pulled their punch. I mean, from the game standpoint, itâs a hassle to make every protagonistâs battle in the demon bases an infiltration mission.
âI understand.â
âI will make sure that the report says this is done under my order.â
To further convince Fogto-san, I said I will take all responsibility. Not that I have any intention to throw the responsibility to the mages.
With that, the mages focused their magic to attack the hinge. An explosion occurred and one side of the door became slanted, but the door itself didnât fall off. After that, my troop shoots out another round of arrows. Fogto-san saw how the battle unfolded and showed a doubtful expression.
âThey didnât come out from the fortress.â
âMaybe their commander ordered them to take control of the fortress from the inside.â
I also feel itâs strange, but I thought that the demons just wonât step out of their field like in the game. I wonât say that here, though.
Or maybe, in reality, the inside of the fortress is the limit of Dreaxâs control of the demons. As I was thinking about that, several people once again rushed out of the fortress. They look like knights... ah... I got a feeling that they are troublesome people.
If my feeling is right, I will just throw them to others to handle. For now, letâs focus on helping everyone escape.
âHey, you guys! Whoâs your commander!? Whereâs he?â
After they crossed the bridge, one of the knights arrogantly shouted those words at us. I wonder if that young guy with good physics that dressed neatly in the middle of this group of knights is their commander.
âWe are a Zeavert troop, but our highest commander is Count Shandel. If youâre looking for him, heâs over there.â
Barkey answered that rude guy calmly, while Fogto-san was dumbfounded. Must be because these guysâ attitudes arenât like people who just escaped.
With the face as if saying âwe had no business with mere underlings,â the group of knights left us and went to the main camp.
â...Um...â
âWe will go and support other refugees. Augen, Barkey, prepare the crossbows. Itâs time for us to change with the other troops.â
âUnderstood.â
I ignored Fogto-sanâs confused look and continued to prepare to intercept the enemies. In reality, the Zeavert troop canât be the only troop that keeps intercepting the enemies.
I still need to think about the perfect timing to change with the other troop so my brain is overloaded. Letâs just push off the troublesome people to others. | {
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Today was the day they divided the Knight division students and the Squire division into their own classes.
While the Knight division students were practicing to use their Artifacts in battle, the Squire division students were learning how to fly with Flygears by themselves and maintaining the vehicle.
On days with classroom study, basic combats, and joint exercises with Flygears, the Knight division would and the Squire division would have joint classes.
They gathered Inglis and the other new students of the Squire division at the Academyâs front main gate.
Standing in front of them was a large muscular man with a bald head.
The instructor uniform that he wore was torn apart with his bulging muscles.
ãThe instructor in charge for Squires is me, Margus! Listen closely! It is the basic that you Squire students donât have any Rune or Artifacts! But donât you think even for a moment that you are inferior to those who do! Let our dispute be against those beasts alone! If we donât have Runes, then let us temper our body to make up the difference! Iâll have you lots to train several times harder than those of the Knights division! First, we will run to the Dock! Come, follow me!ã
Leaving those words, the instructor ran off towards the Vault Lake.
ãEEeeeeh!?ã
ãBut that has nothing to do with Flygears.....!?ã
ãSo fast!? Weâll lose sight of him!ã
ãW-, we must follow him for now!ã
Everyone ran after instructor Margus.
ã... Something like this isnât that bad either.ã
Inglis agreed with the instructor, tempering oneâs own body was the basic of basic.
However, just plain running would be boring.
An Artifactâs Gift that Inglis witnessed yesterday produced the gravitational pull effect, she tried to recreate it now.
ââShe remembered well the placements and the patterns of the Mana.
However, it was still a delicate formula. The big question was whether she could operate it.
ãHmm....ã
Inglis closed her eyes and focused her mind to change Ether into Mana.
She manipulated it so it would clad her bodyââ
She only needed to apply it to herself.
She only needed to recreate a part of the Gift.
If so, even with her immature skillsââ
THUMP!
Inglis felt the sensation of her body sinking into the ground.
Inglis tried jumping in place. She could tell she was heavier than usual.
ãOh.... I did itââ!?ã
The pull is about a few times my own body weight?
I can say that itâs still too light for my taste, but Iâm sure I can make it heavier as I improve my skills.
At any rate, itâll make my training more efficient than otherwise.
ãOkay...! This much is enough for now.ã
Inglis started last amongst everyone.
However, even after being pulled by the extra gravity and started from the very end of the lineââ
She caught up with instructor Margus, who ran at the front in no time at all.
ãFuhahaha! Donât push yourselves! Itâs just natural that none of you can catch up to me! Anyone who loses sight of me may ask the townspeople for directions to the DoooOOOOOOO!? S-, since when youâre theeerreee!??ã
ãInstructor. May I head there first?ã
ãY-, you can, butââyou remember the way there....!?ã
ã.....Come to think of it, I donât. I will follow you for today then.ã
It was still unsatisfying, but Inglis decided to just follow along while trying if she could increase the gravitational pull even further.
ââAnd then, a silhouette came from her behind.
It was a short young man with a face that said heâd rather die than lose.
He was desperately chasing after Inglis and the instructor
If she didnât mistake it, he was the Squire student who showed an excellent result during the game of tag yesterdayââa boy named Lahti.
ãOoh, thatâs awesome.ã
This young man didnât own a Rune and wasnât a Divine Knight like Inglis, he was genuinely an ordinary man inside out.
It must be the person himself who had fast legs. The sight of him frantically doing his best brought a smile to Inglisâ face
ãSĖ˛hĖ˛iĖ˛tĖ˛, wipe your damn smirkââ! Iâm running with my life on the line here...!ã
ãHahaha! There sure are a lot of promising students in this yearâs Squire division! Good, very good!ã
ãDonât forget us.ã
Behind him, a pair of young men with blue and red hair respectively came into view.
The color of their hair was opposite to each other, but their profiles were like two peas in a pod. They must be twins.Inglis felt like she had a recollection of them.
If she recalled it correctly, they were Liselotteâs followers who protected her during the game of tag yesterday.
In other words, they were her Squiresââ
The two of them had a Rune each on their hands, the shine told Inglis those were Middle-Grade Runes.
They naturally fit the criteria to be admitted into the Knight division, so they mustâve chosen to be here to serve under Liselotte.
There were other Squire students who owned a Rune, but the twins were the only ones with a Middle-Grade Rune, the rest only had Low-Grade Runes.
Inglis had heard that Liselotte was the daughter of the kingâs right hand, prime minister Althea.
She was the daughter of the most influential man at the moment, so Inglis supposed that her Squires must be those with high qualifications.
They both carried sword Artifacts with them.
Artifacts had the effect of altering the wieldersâ physical abilities when they were activated.
The twins seemed to be able to catch up with Inglis relying on this effect, as Inglis could feel the flow of Mana from them.
Instructor Margus didnât prohibit anyone from using Artifacts.
ãUugh....! Damn it....!ã
Inch by inch, Lahti gradually fell behind the four.
ãWoah there. Take it easy, boy. Mister ordinary citizen like you just need to eat our dust and follow from behind, kay?ã
ãIndeed. Humans canât force themselves to grow. Like in the height department.ã
Liselotteâs attendant twins snarled at Lahti.
The red-haired one had a rough speech tone, while the blue-haired one spoke with a condescending tendency.ãShut up! You guys just came to the Squire division to make yourself look big since you have no chance to win in the Knight division! Like hell Imma lose to such small-balled bĖ˛aĖ˛sĖ˛tĖ˛aĖ˛rĖ˛dĖ˛sĖ˛....!ã
ãPfft.... for someone who canât run after us, your mouth sure runs fast.ã
True enough, Lahti had hit his limits.
ã... Do you remember the way to the Dock?ã
Inglis drew near Lahti and asked in a whisper.
ãY-, yea... I remember, why....?ã
ãThen, guide me.ã
She grabbed Lahtiâs hand and sped up their run, dragging the latter most of the time.
ãââWeâll be going ahead!ã
ãDDOOOOoO!? Fast! Youâre too fast! GYAaaaaah!?ã
ãBear with it. You donât want to lose, do you?ã
ãW-, when you arrive, take your Flygears and do your flight self-studyââ!ã
ãYes. Roger that.ã
Inglis turned her back to give a smile towards the instructor, then sped up even further.
ãWha... fast!?ã
ãN-, no way, what the hellâs that!?ã
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We can ask how exactly he got to be in this particular location compared to his neighbors -- if it was just chance, or destiny, or what?
Now, after admonishing us for turning the temperature up too high, he would tell us that our question was completely stupid.
These corals can be quite kind of mean, you see, and I have surfing scars to prove that.
But this polyp would continue and tell us that his neighbors were quite clearly identical copies of him.
That he was in all these other locations as well, but experiencing them as separate individuals.
For a coral, branching into different copies is the most natural thing in the world.
Unlike us, a hyper-intelligent coral would be uniquely prepared to understand quantum mechanics.
The mathematics of quantum mechanics very accurately describes how our universe works.
And it tells us our reality is continually branching into different possibilities, just like a coral.
It's a weird thing for us humans to wrap our minds around, since we only ever get to experience one possibility.
This quantum weirdness was first described by Erwin SchrÃļdinger and his cat.
The cat likes this version better.
In this setup, SchrÃļdinger is in a box with a radioactive sample that, by the laws of quantum mechanics, branches into a state in which it is radiated and a state in which it is not.
In the branch in which the sample radiates, it sets off a trigger that releases poison and SchrÃļdinger is dead.
But in the other branch of reality, he remains alive.
These realities are experienced separately by each individual.
As far as either can tell, the other one doesn't exist.
only experiences an individual existence, and we don't get to see other branches.
It's as if each of us, like SchrÃļdinger here, are a kind of coral branching into different possibilities.
The mathematics of quantum mechanics tells us this is how the world works at tiny scales.
It can be summed up in a single sentence: Everything that can happen, does.
That's quantum mechanics.
But this does not mean everything happens.
The rest of physics is about describing what can happen and what can't.
What physics tells us is that everything comes down to geometry and the interactions of elementary particles.
And things can happen only if these interactions are perfectly balanced.
Now I'll go ahead and describe how we know about these particles, what they are and how this balance works.
In this machine, a beam of protons and anti-protons are accelerated to near the speed of light and brought together in a collision, producing a burst of pure energy.
This energy is immediately converted into a spray of subatomic particles, with detectors and computers used to figure out their properties.
This enormous machine -- the large Hadron Collider at CERN in Geneva -- has a circumference of 17 miles and, when it's operating, draws five times as much power as the city of Monterey.
We can't predict specifically what particles will be produced in any individual collision.
Quantum mechanics tells us all possibilities are realized.
But physics does tell us what particles can be produced.
These particles must have just as much mass and energy as is carried in by the proton and anti-proton.
Any particles more massive than this energy limit aren't produced, and remain invisible to us.
This is why this new particle accelerator is so exciting.
It's going to push this energy limit seven times beyond what's ever been done before, so we're going to get to see some new particles very soon.
But before talking about what we might see, let me describe the particles we already know of.
There's a whole zoo of subatomic particles.
Most of us are familiar with electrons.
A lot of people in this room make a good living pushing them around.
But the electron also has a neutral partner called the neutrino, with no electric charge and a very tiny mass.
In contrast, the up-and-down quarks have very large masses, and combine in threes to make the protons and neutrons inside atoms.
All of these matter particles come in left- and right-handed varieties, and have anti-particle partners that carry opposite charges.
These familiar particles also have less familiar second and third generations, which have the same charges as the first but have much higher masses.
These matter particles all interact with the various force particles.
The electromagnetic force interacts with electrically charged matter via particles called photons.
There is also a very weak force called, rather unimaginatively, the weak force, that interacts only with left-handed matter.
The strong force acts between quarks which carry a different kind of charge, called color charge, and come in three different varieties: red, green and blue.
You can blame Murray Gell-Mann for these names -- they're his fault.
Finally, there's the force of gravity, which interacts with matter via its mass and spin.
The most important thing to understand here is that there's a different kind of charge associated with each of these forces.
These four different forces interact with matter according to the corresponding charges that each particle has.
A particle that hasn't been seen yet, but we're pretty sure exists, is the Higgs particle, which gives masses to all these other particles.
The main purpose of the Large Hadron Collider is to see this Higgs particle, and we're almost certain it will.
But the greatest mystery is what else we might see.
And I'm going to show you one beautiful possibility towards the end of this talk.
Now, if we count up all these different particles using their various spins and charges, there are 226.
That's a lot of particles to keep track of.
And it seems strange that nature would have But if we plot them out according to their charges, some beautiful patterns emerge.
The most familiar charge is electric charge.
Electrons have an electric charge, a negative one, and quarks have electric charges in thirds.
So when two up quarks and a down quark are combined to make a proton, it has a total electric charge of plus one.
These particles also have anti-particles, which have opposite charges.
Now, it turns out the electric charge is actually a combination of two other charges: hypercharge and weak charge.
If we spread out the hypercharge and weak charge and plot the charges of particles in this two-dimensional charge space, the electric charge is where these particles sit along the vertical direction.
The electromagnetic and weak forces interact with matter according to their hypercharge and weak charge, which make this pattern.
This is called the Unified Electroweak Model, The reason most of us are only familiar with electric charge and not both of these is because of the Higgs particle.
The Higgs, over here on the left, has a large mass and breaks the symmetry of this electroweak pattern.
It makes the weak force very weak by giving the weak particles a large mass.
Since this massive Higgs sits along the horizontal direction in this diagram, the photons of electromagnetism remain massless and interact with electric charge along the vertical direction in this charge space.
So the electromagnetic and weak forces are described by this pattern of particle charges in two-dimensional space.
We can include the strong force by spreading out its two charge directions and plotting the charges of the force particles in quarks along these directions.
The charges of all known particles can be plotted in a four-dimensional charge space, and projected down to two dimensions like this so we can see them.
Whenever particles interact, nature keeps things in a perfect balance along all four of these charge directions.
If a particle and an anti-particle collide, it creates a burst of energy and a total charge of zero in all four charge directions.
the same energy and maintains a total charge of zero.
For example, this weak force particle and its anti-particle can be created in a collision.
In further interactions, the charges must always balance.
One of the weak particles could decay into an electron and an anti-neutrino, and these three still add to zero total charge.
Nature always keeps a perfect balance.
So these patterns of charges are not just pretty.
They tell us what interactions are allowed to happen.
And we can rotate this charge space in four dimensions to get a better look at the strong interaction, which has this nice hexagonal symmetry.
In a strong interaction, a strong force particle, such as this one, interacts with a colored quark, such as this green one, to give a quark with a different color charge -- this red one.
And strong interactions are happening millions of times each second in every atom of our bodies, holding the atomic nuclei together.
But these four charges corresponding to three forces are not the end of the story.
We can also include two more charges corresponding to the gravitational force.
When we include these, each matter particle has two different spin charges, spin-up and spin-down.
So they all split, and give a nice pattern in six-dimensional charge space.
We can rotate this pattern in six dimensions, and see that it's quite pretty.
Right now, this pattern matches our best current knowledge of how nature is built at the tiny scales of these elementary particles.
This is what we know for certain.
Some of these particles are at the very limit of what we've been able to reach with experiments.
From this pattern, we already know the particle physics of these tiny scales. The way the universe works with these tiny scales is very beautiful.
But now I'm going to discuss some new and old ideas about things we don't know yet.
We want to expand this pattern using mathematics alone, and see if we can get our hands on the whole enchilada.
We want to find all the particles and forces that make a complete picture of our universe.
And we want to use this picture to predict new particles that we'll see when experiments reach higher energies.
So there's an old idea in particle physics that this known pattern of charges, which is not very symmetric, could emerge from a more perfect pattern that gets broken -- similar to how the Higgs particle breaks the electroweak pattern to give electromagnetism.
In order to do this, we need to introduce new forces with new charge directions.
When we introduce a new direction, we get to guess what charges the particles have along this direction, and then we can rotate it in with the others.
If we guess wisely, we can construct the standard charges in six charge dimensions as a broken symmetry of this more perfect pattern in seven charge dimensions.
This particular choice corresponds to a grand unified theory introduced by Pati and Salam in 1973.
When we look at this new unified pattern, we can see a couple of gaps where particles seem to be missing.
This is the way theories of unification work.
A physicist looks for larger, more symmetric patterns that include the established pattern as a subset.
The larger pattern allows us to predict the existence of particles that have never been seen.
This unification model predicts the existence of these two new force particles, which should act a lot like the weak force, only weaker.
Now we can rotate this set of charges in seven dimensions and consider an odd fact about the matter particles: the second and third generations of matter have exactly the same charges in six-dimensional charge space as the first generation.
These particles are not uniquely identified by their six charges.
They sit on top of one another in the standard charge space.
However, if we work in eight-dimensional charge space, then we can assign unique new charges to each particle.
Then we can spin these in eight dimensions, and see what the whole pattern looks like.
Here we can see the second and third generations of matter now related to the first generation by a symmetry called "triality."
This particular pattern of charges in eight dimensions is actually part of the most beautiful geometric structure in mathematics.
It's a pattern of the largest exceptional Lie group, E8.
This Lie group is a smooth, curved shape with 248 dimensions.
Each point in this pattern corresponds to a symmetry of this very complex and beautiful shape.
One small part of this E8 shape can be used to describe the curved space-time of Einstein's general relativity, explaining gravity.
Together with quantum mechanics, the geometry of this shape could describe everything about how the universe works at the tiniest scales.
The pattern of this shape living in eight-dimensional charge space is exquisitely beautiful, and it summarizes thousands of possible interactions between these elementary particles, each of which is just a facet of this complicated shape.
As we spin it, we can see many of the other intricate patterns contained in this one.
And with a particular rotation, we can look down through this pattern in eight dimensions along a symmetry axis and see all the particles at once.
It's a very beautiful object, and as with any unification, we can see some holes where new particles are required by this pattern.
There are 20 gaps where new particles should be, two of which have been filled by the Pati-Salam particles.
From their location in this pattern, we know that these new particles should be scalar fields like the Higgs particle, but have color charge and interact with the strong force.
Filling in these new particles completes this pattern, giving us the full E8.
This E8 pattern has very deep mathematical roots.
It's considered by many to be the most beautiful structure in mathematics.
It's a fantastic prospect that this object of great mathematical beauty could describe the truth of particle interactions at the smallest scales imaginable.
And this idea that nature is described by mathematics is not at all new.
In 1623, Galileo wrote this: "Nature's grand book, which stands continually open to our gaze, is written in the language of mathematics.
Its characters are triangles, circles and other geometrical figures, without which it is humanly impossible to understand a single word of it; without these, one is wandering around in a dark labyrinth."
I believe this to be true, and I've tried to follow Galileo's guidance in describing the mathematics of particle physics using only triangles, circles and other geometrical figures.
Of course, when other physicists and I actually work on this stuff, the mathematics can resemble a dark labyrinth.
But it's reassuring that at the heart of this mathematics is pure, beautiful geometry.
Joined with quantum mechanics, this mathematics describes our universe as a growing E8 coral, with particles interacting at every location in all possible ways according to a beautiful pattern.
And as more of the pattern comes into view using new machines like the Large Hadron Collider, we may be able to see whether nature uses this E8 pattern or a different one.
This process of discovery is a wonderful adventure to be involved in.
If the LHC finds particles that fit this E8 pattern, that will be very, very cool.
If the LHC finds new particles, but they don't fit this pattern -- well, that will be very interesting, but bad for this E8 theory.
And, of course, bad for me personally.
Now how bad would that be?
Well, pretty bad.
But predicting how nature works is a very risky game.
This theory and others like it are long shots. One does a lot of hard work knowing that most of these ideas probably won't end up being true about nature.
That's what doing theoretical physics is like: there are a lot of wipeouts.
In this regard, new physics theories are a lot like start-up companies.
As with any large investment, it can be emotionally difficult to abandon a line of research when it isn't working out.
But in science, if something isn't working, you have to toss it out and try something else.
Now, the only way to maintain sanity and achieve happiness in the midst of this uncertainty is to keep balance and perspective in life.
I've tried the best I can to live a balanced life.
I try to balance my life equally between physics, love and surfing -- my own three charge directions.
This way, even if the physics I work on comes to nothing, I still know I've lived a good life.
And I try to live in beautiful places.
For most of the past ten years I've lived on the island of Maui, a very beautiful place.
Now it's one of the greatest mysteries in the universe to my parents how I managed to survive all that time without engaging in anything resembling full-time employment.
I'm going to let you in on that secret.
This was a view from my home office on Maui.
And you may have noticed that these beautiful views are similar, but in slightly different places.
That's because this used to be my home and office on Maui.
I've chosen a very unusual life.
But not worrying about rent allowed me to spend my time doing what I love.
Living a nomadic existence has been hard at times, but it's allowed me to live in beautiful places and keep a balance in my life that I've been happy with.
with hyper-intelligent coral.
But I also greatly enjoy the company of hyper-intelligent people.
So I'm very happy to have been invited here to TED.
Thank you very much.
Chris Anderson: I probably understood two percent of that, but I still absolutely loved it. So I'm going to sound dumb.
Your theory of everything -- Garrett Lisi: I'm used to coral.
CA: That's right. The reason it's got a few people at least excited is because, if you're right, it brings gravity and quantum theory together.
So are you saying that we should think of the universe, at its heart -- that the smallest things that there are, are somehow an E8 object of possibility?
I mean, is there a scale to it, at the smallest scale, or ...?
GL: Well, right now the pattern I showed you that corresponds to what we know about elementary particle physics -- that already corresponds to a very beautiful shape.
And that's the one that I said we knew for certain.
And that shape has remarkable similarities -- and the way it fits into this E8 pattern could be the rest of the picture.
And these patterns of points that I've shown for you actually represent symmetries of this high-dimensional object that would be warping and moving and dancing over the space time that we experience.
And that would be what explains all these elementary particles that we see.
CA: But a string theorist, as I understand it, explains electrons in terms of much smaller strings vibrating -- I know you don't like string theory -- vibrating inside it.
How should we think of an electron in relation to E8?
GL: No, it would be one of the symmetries of this E8 shape.
So what's happening is, as the shape is moving over space-time, it's twisting. And the direction it's twisting as it moves is what particle we see. So it would be -- CA: The size of the E8 shape, how does that relate to the electron?
I kind of feel like I need that for my picture.
Is it bigger? Is it smaller?
GL: Well, as far as we know electrons are point particles, so this would be going down to the smallest possible scales.
So the way these things are explained in quantum field theory is, all possibilities are expanding and developing at once.
And this is why I use the analogy to coral.
And in this way, the way that E8 comes in is it will be as a shape that's attached at each point in space-time.
the directional along which way the shape is twisting as it moves over this curved surface -- is what the elementary particles are, themselves.
So through quantum field theory, they manifest themselves as points and interact that way.
I don't know if I'll be able to make this any clearer.
CA: It doesn't really matter.
It's evoking a kind of sense of wonder, and I certainly want to understand more of this.
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We were having a strategy meeting in front of the fountain plaza in the first town.
Not that there was much of a strategy.
We just wanted to decide what everyoneâs roles would be beforehand, or things could get very rough.
First, Necoco would be the advance guard.
She would get up close to Charin and inflict damage with her attacks. And so her role was to limit Charinâs movement and keep her away from me.
Satomi and his monkey Unison, Gochu, would be the middle guard.
As Gochu was a type of monster known as Magic Monkey, he was great with magic skills.
He would support Necoco while knocking down any ranged attacks that flew towards me.
And then there was the rear guard, me!
My role was simply to continue attacking Charin from the back.
They insisted that I was to continue attacking Charin, even if it looked like they were in danger.
Offense was the greatest defense. If I continue to damage Charin, the advance guard and middle guard may find an opening to pull themselves together.
Furthermore, Garbow was to stay in front of me, and buy me some time if Charin was able to get close.
I had actually wanted Garbow to be with Satomi and Gochu, but while Garbowâs speed was adequate for ordinary monsters, it was not enough to match Charin.
So he would wait there as a final line of defense, and depending on the situation, use the healing skill Doctor Fish in order to support the middle guard.
That was really all that we decided on. And so we werenât really aware of what kind of skills everyone had.
And while Charin would not be able to read us, we could also not read each other.
What would happen...I was looking forward to finding out.
âApparently, the people in front of us are finished.â
Satomi pointed up at the sky.
The players looked bigger and bigger as they fell from the Serpent Palace and down to the fountain.
It was a party of four who I didnât recognize, but judging by how good their equipment was, they were likely experienced players.
Though, their equipment looked quite worse for wear now...
Solo players like us tended to come out without taking too much damage.
Because we were killed quickly in one attack.
But in parties, Charin has to fight multiple players at once, so her strategy would involve racking up damage over time, instead of taking them down in one hit.
And so the result is that the damage to the equipment also racks up.
Since we were fighting as a party this time, we would probably look like that if we lost...
No, we were going to win. There was no point in thinking about defeat.
Now, our time has come.
Currently, only party could take her on at a time.
And so you sometimes had to wait after entering.
But there werenât many players challenging her at this time, and since it would often take a while to fight her again, due to repairs, there was usually not much of a wait at all.
In other words, something unusual happened today.
According to Charin, once there were more challengers, each party would fight her in separate spaces, just like with dungeons and certain boss fights. But by then, the difficulty would likely be dropped as well.
And so we wanted to clear it before that happened!
I raised both hands into the air.
The players that had gathered around the fountain plaza became very excited.
There were even more people than last time, and so their cheers were louder.
Why were there so many people gathered here?
Because the only place you could watch the fights in real time...was in the plaza.
There were no livestream or official video uploads.
As the pro gamers wanted to get views on their own videos and increase their subscribers, it would be no good if the videos went up first.
However, as management wanted to make spectating part of the game, they allowed players who were logged in to view it in real time.
And since there was no rewind, they would have to wait for the player to upload the video later if they wanted to watch it again.
If they played well, then there was a good chance that the spectators would want to watch it again, and the views would go up.
More views would help advertise the game and bring more players into NSO.
So it was a win-win situation.
However, there were also times when management would use footage from players that didnât upload videos.
In my case, I would just leave it to Necoco and Satomi.
And so the three of us flew up to the Serpent Palace.
I then landed in the same place as last time.
It was the square, white stone stage in the center.
âOh, my! What an unusual combination we have here.â
Charin said with wide eyes.
Well, it was the first time we were fighting together.
This was the strongest enemy we had ever gone up against, and yet we had no experience as a party. It was rather audacious.
âWell, I hope you didnât form a party with such naive hopes that it will be easier with increased numbers.â
No one had a rebuttal.
Who would have thought that we werenât even aware of each otherâs skills...!
âAh, thatâs right! Just to confirm, you do know that there is such a thing as friendly fire in this fight?â
âWhat!?â
I was the only one who was surprised.
I didnât remember her saying anything about that before...
âIâm sorry! I might have forgotten to tell you! But itâs written in the âEvent Rulesâ if you check âHelpâ!â
I opened my status window and tapped on âHelp.â
âAh, youâre right.â
There was a new Help section for the zodiac event.
Aside from rules concerning the trials, there were also rules about the final battle.
Apparently, they were added every time that Charin explained the rules to you in front of the labyrinths.
So for the final battle, it was probably added when I talked to her after the Virgo trial.
While I could remember rules after hearing them once, there were probably players who would forget the requirements for the special reward while dungeon crawling.
And so having a Help would be very useful.
Indeed, the rule that Charin talked about was written in it.
But since I generally fought solo, Charin had probably forgotten to tell me rules that were specific to parties.
Well, I did have Garbo, but Iâve never hit him with an arrow.
Not since we first met as enemies...I think.
Even if I knew that I wouldnât hurt him if my arrows hit, it would still be a waste.
And so even when we separated into advance and rear guard and fought, I was careful to not hit him.
However, Necoco was much bigger and faster than Garbo...
While I hadnât hit her when we were in the mirror world together, the situation was different this time.
In the first place, why did they have to add such a stressful system here?
âManagement is running tests to create a more realistic battle system. If your attacks hit comrades, it will create more tension when using wide area and high power attacks. Which should be more entertaining for you.â
Well, perhaps.
In battle manga, if there was an enemy pair, and enemy A had powerful attacks, while enemy B had high defense, then you would defeat them by making A attack B.
Up until now, such strategies would not have worked in NSO.
And you could also be like, âjust shoot me along with the enemy!â
...That might be more entertaining to watch.
It seemed like management was putting more effort into getting people to watch the game.
But it would definitely make the people who are fighting feel more nervous!
âCurrently, this new system only applies to this fight. Remember that! And sorry for not telling you soon!â
âNo, nevermind. I was so carried away at the time that I didnât ask you.â
I sort of felt that with my momentum, I could take down any enemy.
But it was important to confirm everything. She was an AI, but had a personality based on humans, so she still made mistakes.
More importantly, I needed to know what Necoco thought.
âNecoco. My...â
âDonât worry about it. I can dodge your attacks as I fight. And even if you do hit me, ignore it and keep shooting at Charin. Iâll be angry if you forget to do that.â
Necoco looked like an angry cat whose fur was fluffing up.
If we lost, it would take time to repair our armor again. And the difficulty might be lowered.
And all she cared about now was being able to clear it on the same difficulty as this aunt that she respected so much.
âSatomi-kun...â
âI wonât be close to Charin, so itâs fine. Also, just call me Satomi. Adding the âkunâ will just create a delay in communications.â
He was clearly nervous as well.
I recalled that while we were waiting, he had muttered, âI donât mind videos, but I hate being focused on during live streams.â
It was a lot different from video, where you could edit out any embarrassing moments.
Was there anything I could do to make the two youngsters feel less nervous?
But if I asked them, they would surely just say, âdefeat Charin.â
In that case, I would do just that.
I had the least amount of experience as a gamer, and had not accomplished much in my real life either. But it seemed like as things were now, I would be able to move the most naturally.
I had lost the first event to Necoco, but somehow won against the impressive dragon, and became famous after the turf wars...
A lot had happened, and I wasnât really afraid of failure now.
Who cares if someone watches you lose? Who cares if they laugh at your failure?
Perhaps I was able to think this way because I had experienced a lot in my short time with the game, as well as living a long and average life.
But it was too early for these two.
And so I just said,
âWe can win. With this party.â
â...Yes!â
âOf course...!â
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It was a Strike Boar boasting the weight of several hundred kilograms. Sullivan screamed while barely dodging its charge. Seeing his pathetic state, Letina was extremely puzzled.
âThis is strange. Nicole used to dodge it so easily.â
âUm, listen, young lady, that isnât as simple as you say, okay?â
Mateus shrugged with an exasperated expression. He was following alongside Letina while dragging the longswords held in his long arms along the ground. He was positioned that way to protect her at a momentâs notice.
But that lowered the support for Sullivan who was acting as a decoy, so he was being chased about alone.
âBut Nicole could just sidestep and easily dodge it.â
âLady Letina, thatâs definitely not normal, okay!â
âYouâre a thread user too Sullivan, so just use two of them and dash around between the trees.â
âPlease donât be so unreasonable! Manipulating two threads individually is just absurd!â
Using a thread with one hand to grab onto a branch, while undoing the other thread and reverting it. Then fix the posture and move on to making another pendulum jump.
Reid, aka Nicole, who could do that in succession was simply abnormal, and normally most one could do was use one thread for emergency avoidance like Sullivan was doing.
Even now, he was pulling his body with the thread and barely avoiding the Strike Boarâs charges.
âMove, Sullivan!â
Once the Strike Boarâs attention was fully on Sullivan, it didnât pay any attention to Letina even as she approached close. Once Mateus saw that, he stepped away from Letinaâs side and rushed to Sullivanâs side who was running around with all his might, and slashed at the boar.
He used his long arm like a whip and delivered a heavy longsword strike to the base of its neck.
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âTsk, as expected, itâs hard, huh?â
But with the opponent being hundreds of kilograms heavy, even his prided heavy strike didnât amount to much. Not to mention, this Strike Boarâs neck had a strong enough foundation to support its rush attacks.
It was still impressive that the attack managed to cut its skin and flesh, and arrived at the bone. But the Strike Boar was still alive and well. It jumped away from Mateus and changed its target to him from Sullivan, and started to scrape the ground with its hind foot.
Mateus took on a stance with his two swords and waited for it to come. But then Letinaâs covering fire arrived. A Firebolt landed at its eyes, blocking its vision. The Strike Boar reflexively turned its head up after that direct hit.
Using that timing, Sullivan flew his thread and fixed its raised head on a branch above and hung it. Then again, a branch that wasnât very thick wouldnât be able to endure resisting a head that supported such a giant body for more than an instant.
As expected, it easily snapped, and the Strike Boar fell to the ground. Sullivanâs thread also lost power and danced in the air. But for Mateus, that instant was plenty enough.
He snuck near the Strike Boarâs neck in one go and swung his two swords from below in two directions. Its soft ventral skin, on top of aiming at a place with the least muscles, made it possible to land a heavy cut this time around.
That attack destroyed its trachea and important blood vessels.
âBu-buhyuu...Buhyuu...â
With its destroyed trachea it could no longer breathe, and it fell to the side and started flapping its feet around. Seeing that, Mateus changed his sword to a backward grip and dealt a finisher to its head.
It would be impossible to pierce its hard skull, but if you aimed for its eyeballs, you could destroy its brain. And he was skilled enough to accomplish that much.
âGood grief, that was quite a clamor for a mere boar.â
Looking down at the dead Strike Boar, he shrugged with an affected gesture. Sullivan sank to the ground next to him and started complaining.
âThis is no joke! Strike Boars are monsters that are classified as magic beasts among the boars.â
âOh? But didnât I say that Nicole and Michelle defeated it with just the two? And when they were seven years old.â
âAnd Iâm saying thatâs abnormal. I suppose itâs all thanks to the gifted education from the Six Heroes...â
In reality, the only reason it was defeated by two children was that those two were Nicole, who was able to make defensive movements no child could, and Michelle, who had honed her Marksmanship Gift.
Of course, Maria was at that place, and she only allowed that test once she was certain it was safe, so there was no danger. But even so, it had to be said that they achieved it when they were children.
âBut well, that missy would certainly manage that I guess?â
âThe reason I told her the location of Cainâs hidden factory was so she could save the kidnapped two, but to think she would destroy it so thoroughly. Sheâs really nonstandard in every way.â
âNicole would do that much. But still, if she was going to take down that fool, I wish she would take me along.â
âI couldnât have allowed that no matter what. Master wouldâve killed me.â
Sullivan was the one who let Nicole know the location of Cainâs drug manufacturing facility. He had sniffed out that Michelle and Cloud were taken captive and tried to use Nicole to solve that.
But Nicole performed far better and destroyed the facility from the roots. Not just that, she even got two of the Six Heroes, Maxwell and Reid, involved, so she was too much to handle.
The incident was something that went beyond Sullivanâs expectations.
âStill, that missy set out to solve the situation, and then even Reid appeared...is it?â
âOh? Do you find something odd there, Sir Mateus?â
âYeah, well, I have met the Six Hero Reid previously...â
âYou have?!â
Letina heard Mateusâ words and leaned on and grabbed his collar. Sullivan knew that Mateus was once a dangerous person, so he was quite on edge.
âI mean, he does visit the mansion from time to time, so I have met him by chance. Only once, though. More importantly... Actually, never mind I guess?â
âYouâre being quite evasive. More importantly, we seem like we could become a nice team.â
âPlease let this be the first and the last time, aye?â
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | I had no clue what she was talking about, but it was convincing enough for me never to draw again until the ninth grade.
Thanks to a really boring lecture, I started caricaturing my teachers in school.
And, you know, I got a lot of popularity.
I don't play sports. I'm really bad at sports.
I don't have the fanciest gadgets at home.
I'm not on top of the class.
So for me, cartooning gave me a sense of identity.
I got popular, but I was scared I'd get caught again.
So what I did was I quickly put together a collage of all the teachers I had drawn, glorified my school principal, put him right on top, and gifted it to him.
He had a good laugh at the other teachers and put it up on the notice board.
This is a part of that.
And I became a school hero.
All my seniors knew me. I felt really special.
I have to tell you a little bit about my family.
That's my mother. I love her to bits.
She's the one who taught me how to draw and, more importantly, how to love.
She's a bit of a hippie.
She said, "Don't say that," but I'm saying it anyway.
The rest of my family are boring academics, busy collecting Ivy League decals for our classic Ambassador car.
My father's a little different.
My father believed in a holistic approach to living, and, you know, every time he taught us, he'd say, "I hate these books, because these books are hijacked by Industrial Revolution."
While he still held that worldview, I was 16, I got the best lawyer in town, my older brother Karthik, and I sat him down, and I said, "Pa, from today onwards I've decided I'm going to be disciplined, I'm going to be curious, I'm going to learn something new every day, I'm going to be very hard working, and I'm not going to depend on you emotionally or financially."
And he was very impressed. He was all tearing up. Ready to hug me.
And I said, "Hold that thought."
I said, "Can I quit school then?"
But, to cut a long story short, I quit school to pursue a career as a cartoonist.
I must have done about 30,000 caricatures.
I would do birthday parties, weddings, divorces, anything for anyone who wanted to use my services.
But, most importantly, while I was traveling, I taught children cartooning, and in exchange, I learned how to be spontaneous.
And mad and crazy and fun.
When I started teaching them, I said let me start doing this professionally.
When I was 18 I started my own school.
However, an 18 year-old trying to start a school is not easy unless you have a big patron or a big supporter.
So I was flipping through the pages of the Times of India when I saw that the Prime Minister of India was visiting my home town, Bangalore.
And, you know, just like how every cartoonist knows Bush here, and if you had to meet Bush, it would be the funnest thing because his face was a cartoonist's delight.
I had to meet my Prime Minister.
his helicopter was about to land.
I saw layers of security.
I caricatured my way through three layers by just impressing the guards, but I got stuck. I got stuck at the third.
And what happened was, to my luck, I saw a nuclear scientist at whose party I had done cartoons.
He said, "What are you doing here, Raghava?"
I said, "I'm here to meet the Prime Minister."
He said, "Oh, so am I."
I hopped into his car, and off we went through the remaining layers of security.
Thank you.
I sat him down, I caricatured him, and since then I've caricatured hundreds of celebrities.
This is one I remember fondly.
Salman Rushdie was pissed-off I think because I altered the map of New York, if you notice.
Anyway, the next slide I'm about to show you -- Should I just turn that off?
The next slide I'm about to show you, is a little more serious.
I was hesitant to include this in my presentation because this cartoon was published soon after 9/11.
What was, for me, a very naive observation, turned out to be a disaster.
That evening, I came home to hundreds of hate mails, hundreds of people telling me how they could have lived another day without seeing this.
I was also asked to leave the organization, a cartoonists' organization in America, that for me was my lifeline.
That's when I realized, you know, cartoons are really powerful, art comes with responsibility.
Anyway, what I did was I decided that I need to take a break.
I quit my job at the papers, I closed my school, and I wrapped up my pencils and my brushes and inks, and I decided to go traveling.
When I went traveling, I remember, I met this fabulous old man, who I met when I was caricaturing, who turned out to be an artist, in Italy.
He invited me to his studio. He said, "Come and visit."
When I went, I saw the ghastliest thing ever.
I saw this dead, naked effigy of himself hanging from the ceiling.
I said, "Oh, my God. What is that?"
And I asked him, and he said, "Oh, that thing? In the night, I die.
In the morning, I am born again."
I thought he was koo koo, but something about that really stuck.
I loved it. I thought there was something really beautiful about that.
So I said, "I am dead, so I need to be born again."
So, I wanted to be a painter like him, except, I don't know how to paint.
So, I tried going to the art store.
You know, there are a hundred types of brushes.
Forget it, they will confuse you even if you know how to draw.
So I decided, I'm going to learn to paint by myself.
I'm going to show you a very quick clip to show you how I painted and a little bit about my city, Bangalore.
They had to be larger than life.
Everything had to be larger. The next painting was even bigger.
And even bigger.
And for me it was, I had to dance while I painted.
It was so exciting.
Except, I even started painting dancers.
Here for example is a Flamenco dancer, except there was one problem.
I didn't know the dance form, so I started following them, and I made some money, sold my paintings and would rush off to France or Spain and work with them.
That's Pepe Linares, the renowned Flamenco singer.
But I had one problem, my paintings never danced.
As much energy as I put into them while making them, they never danced.
So I decided -- I had this crazy epiphany at two in the morning.
I called my friends, painted on their bodies, and had them dance in front of a painting.
And, all of a sudden, my paintings came alive.
And then I was fortunate enough to actually perform this in California with Velocity Circus.
And I sat like you guys there in the audience.
And I saw my work come alive.
You know, normally you work in isolation, and you show at a gallery, but here, the work was coming alive, and it had some other artists working with me.
The collaborative effort was fabulous.
I said, I'm going to collaborate with anybody and everybody I meet.
I started doing fashion.
This is a fashion show we held in London.
The best collaboration, of course, is with children.
They are ruthless, they are honest, but they're full of energy and fun.
This is a work, a library I designed for the Robin Hood Foundation.
And I must say, I spent time in the Bronx working with these kids.
And, in exchange for me working with them, they taught me how to be cool.
I don't think I've succeeded, but they've taught me.
They said, "Stop saying sorry. Say, my bad."
Then I said, all this is good, but I want to paint like a real painter.
American education is so expensive.
I was in India, and I was walking down the streets, and I saw a billboard painter.
And these guys paint humongous paintings, and they look really good.
And I wondered how they did it from so close.
So, one day I had the opportunity to meet one of these guys, and I said, "How do you paint like that? Who taught you?"
And he said, "Oh, it's very easy. I can teach you, but we're leaving the city, because billboard painters are a dying, extinct bunch of artists, because digital printing has totally replaced them and hijacked them."
I said, in exchange for education in how to paint, I will support them, and I started a company.
And since then, I've been painting all over the place.
This is a painting I did of my wife in my apartment.
This is another painting.
And, in fact, I started painting on anything, and started sending them around town.
Since I mentioned my wife, the most important collaboration has been with her, Netra.
Netra and I met when she was 18.
I must have been 19 and a half then, and it was love at first sight.
I lived in India. She lived in America.
She'd come every two months to visit me, and then I said I'm the man, I'm the man, and I have to reciprocate.
I have to travel seven oceans, and I have to come and see you.
I did that twice, and I went broke.
So then I said, "Nets, what do I do?"
She said, "Why don't you send me your paintings?
My dad knows a bunch of rich guys.
We'll try and con them into buying it, and then..."
But it turned out, after I sent the works to her, that her dad's friends, like most of you, are geeks.
I'm joking.
No, they were really big geeks, and they didn't know much about art.
So Netra was stuck with 30 paintings of mine.
So what we did was we rented a little van and we drove all over the east coast trying to sell it.
She contacted anyone and everyone who was willing to buy my work.
She made enough money, she sold off the whole collection and made enough money to move me for four years with lawyers, a company, everything, and she became my manager.
That's us in New York.
Notice one thing, we're equal here.
Something happened along the line.
But this brought me -- with Netra managing my career -- it brought me a lot of success.
I was really happy. I thought of myself as a bit of a rockstar.
I loved the attention.
This is all the press we got, and we said, it's time to celebrate.
And I said that the best way to celebrate is to marry Netra.
I said, "Let's get married."
And I said, "Not just married. Let's invite everyone who's helped us, all the people who bought our work."
And you won't believe it, we put together a list of 7,000 people, who had made a difference -- a ridiculous list, but I was determined to bring them to India, so -- a lot of them were in India.
150 artists volunteered to help me with my wedding.
We had fashion designers, installation artists, models, we had makeup artists, jewelry designers, all kinds of people working with me to make my wedding an art installation.
And I had a special installation in tribute to my in-laws.
I had the vegetable carvers work on that for me.
But all this excitement led to the press writing about us.
We were in the papers, we're still in the news three years later, but, unfortunately, something tragic happened right after.
My mother fell very ill.
I love my mother and I was told all of a sudden that she was going to die.
And they said you have to say bye to her, you have to do what you have to do.
And I was devastated.
I had shows booked up for another year.
I was on a high.
And I couldn't. I could not.
My life was not exuberant.
I could not live this larger than life person.
I started exploring the darker abscesses of the human mind.
Of course, my work turned ugly, but another thing happened.
I lost all my audiences.
The Bollywood stars who I would party with and buy my work disappeared.
The collectors, the friends, the press, everyone said, "Nice, but thank you."
"No thank you," was more like it.
But I wanted people to actually feel my work from their gut, because I was painting it from my gut.
If they wanted beauty, I said, this is the beauty I'm willing to give you. It's politicized.
Of course, none of them liked it.
My works also turned autobiographical.
At this point, something else happened.
A very, very dear friend of mine came out of the closet, and in India at that time, it was illegal to be gay, and it's disgusting to see how people respond to a gay person.
I was very upset.
I remember the time when my mother used to dress me up as a little girl -- that's me there -- because she wanted a girl, and she has only boys.
Anyway, I don't know what my friends are going to say after this talk.
It's a secret.
So, after this, my works turned a little violent.
I talked about this masculinity that one need not perform.
And I talked about the weakness of male sexuality.
This time, not only did my collectors disappear, the political activists decided to ban me and to threaten me and to forbid me from showing.
It turned nasty, and I'm a bit of a chicken.
I can't deal with any threat. This was a big threat.
So, I decided it was time to end and go back home.
This time I said let's try something different.
I need to be reborn again.
And I thought the best way, as most of you know who have children, the best way to have a new lease on life, is to have a child.
I decided to have a child, and before I did that, I quickly studied what can go wrong.
How can a family get dysfunctional?
And Rudra was born.
That's my little son.
And two magical things happened after he was born.
My mother miraculously recovered after a serious operation, and this man was elected president of this country.
You know I sat at home and I watched.
I teared up and I said that's where I want to be.
So Netra and I wound up our life, closed up everything we had, and we decided to move to New York.
And this was just eight months ago.
I moved back to New York, my work has changed.
Everything about my work has become more whimsical.
This one is called "What the Fuck Was I Thinking?"
It talks about mental incest.
You know, I may appear to be a very nice, clean, sweet boy.
But I'm not. I'm capable of thinking anything.
But I'm very civil in my action, I assure you.
These are just different cartoons.
And, before I go, I want to tell you a little story.
I was talking to mother and father this morning, and my dad said, "I know you have so much you want to say, but you have to talk about your work with children."
So I said, okay.
I work with children all over the world, and that's an entirely different talk, but I want to leave you with one story that really, really inspired me.
I met Belinda when she was 16.
I was 17.
I was in Australia, and Belinda had cancer, and I was told she's not going to live very long.
They, in fact, told me three weeks.
I walk into her room, and there was a shy girl, and she was bald, and she was trying to hide her baldness.
I whipped out my pen, and I started drawing on her head and I drew a crown for her.
And then, we started talking, and we spent a lovely time -- I told her how I ended up in Australia, how I backpacked and who I conned, and how I got a ticket, and all the stories.
And I drew it out for her.
And then I left.
Belinda died and within a few days of her death, they published a book for her, and she used my cartoon on the cover.
And she wrote a little note, she said, "Hey Rags, thank you for the magic carpet ride around the world."
For me, my art is my magic carpet ride.
I hope you will join me in this magic carpet ride, and touch children and be honest.
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ãããã¨ã | We don't live in the world our mothers lived in, our grandmothers lived in, where career choices for women were so limited.
And if you're in this room today, most of us grew up in a world where we have basic civil rights, and amazingly, we still live in a world where some women don't have them.
But all that aside, we still have a problem, and it's a real problem.
And the problem is this: Women are not making it to the top of any profession anywhere in the world.
The numbers tell the story quite clearly.
190 heads of state -- nine are women.
Of all the people in parliament in the world, 13 percent are women.
In the corporate sector, women at the top, C-level jobs, board seats -- tops out at 15, 16 percent.
The numbers have not moved since 2002 and are going in the wrong direction.
And even in the non-profit world, a world we sometimes think of as being led by more women, women at the top: 20 percent.
We also have another problem, which is that women face harder choices between professional success and personal fulfillment.
A recent study in the U.S. showed that, of married senior managers, two-thirds of the married men had children and only one-third of the married women had children.
A couple of years ago, I was in New York, and I was pitching a deal, and I was in one of those fancy New York private equity offices And I'm in the meeting -- it's about a three-hour meeting -- and two hours in, there needs to be that bio break, and everyone stands up, and the partner running the meeting starts looking really embarrassed.
And I realized he doesn't know where the women's room is in his office.
So I start looking around for moving boxes, figuring they just moved in, but I don't see any.
And so I said, "Did you just move into this office?"
And he said, "No, we've been here about a year."
And I said, "Are you telling me that I am the only woman to have pitched a deal in this office in a year?"
And he looked at me, and he said, "Yeah. Or maybe you're the only one who had to go to the bathroom."
So the question is, how are we going to fix this?
How do we change these numbers at the top?
How do we make this different?
I want to start out by saying, I talk about this -- about keeping women in the workforce -- because I really think that's the answer.
In the high-income part of our workforce, in the people who end up at the top -- Fortune 500 CEO jobs, or the equivalent in other industries -- the problem, I am convinced, is that women are dropping out.
Now people talk about this a lot, and they talk about things like flextime and mentoring and programs companies should have to train women.
I want to talk about none of that today, even though that's all really important.
Today I want to focus on what we can do as individuals.
What are the messages we need to tell ourselves?
What are the messages we tell the women that work with and for us?
What are the messages we tell our daughters?
Now, at the outset, I want to be very clear that this speech comes with no judgments.
I don't have the right answer.
I don't even have it for myself.
I left San Francisco, where I live, on Monday, and I was getting on the plane for this conference.
And my daughter, who's three, when I dropped her off at preschool, did that whole hugging-the-leg, crying, "Mommy, don't get on the plane" thing.
This is hard. I feel guilty sometimes.
I know no women, whether they're at home or whether they're in the workforce, who don't feel that sometimes.
So I'm not saying that staying in the workforce is the right thing for everyone.
My talk today is about what the messages are if you do want to stay in the workforce, and I think there are three.
One, sit at the table.
Two, make your partner a real partner.
And three, don't leave before you leave.
Number one: sit at the table.
Just a couple weeks ago at Facebook, we hosted a very senior government official, and he came in to meet with senior execs from around Silicon Valley.
And everyone kind of sat at the table.
He had these two women who were traveling with him pretty senior in his department, and I kind of said to them, "Sit at the table. Come on, sit at the table," and they sat on the side of the room.
When I was in college, my senior year, I took a course called European Intellectual History.
Don't you love that kind of thing from college?
I wish I could do that now.
And I took it with my roommate, Carrie, who was then a brilliant literary student -- and went on to be a brilliant literary scholar -- and my brother -- smart guy, but a water-polo-playing pre-med, who was a sophomore.
The three of us take this class together.
And then Carrie reads all the books in the original Greek and Latin, goes to all the lectures.
I read all the books in English and go to most of the lectures.
My brother is kind of busy.
He reads one book of 12 and goes to a couple of lectures, marches himself up to our room a couple days before the exam to get himself tutored.
The three of us go to the exam together, and we sit down.
And we sit there for three hours -- and our little blue notebooks -- yes, I'm that old.
We walk out, we look at each other, and we say, "How did you do?"
And Carrie says, "Boy, I feel like I didn't really draw out the main point on the Hegelian dialectic."
And I say, "God, I really wish I had really connected John Locke's theory of property with the philosophers that follow."
And my brother says, "I got the top grade in the class."
"You got the top grade in the class?
You don't know anything."
The problem with these stories is that they show what the data shows: women systematically underestimate their own abilities.
If you test men and women, and you ask them questions on totally objective criteria like GPAs, men get it wrong slightly high, and women get it wrong slightly low.
Women do not negotiate for themselves in the workforce.
A study in the last two years of people entering the workforce out of college showed that 57 percent of boys entering, or men, I guess, are negotiating their first salary, and only seven percent of women.
And most importantly, men attribute their success to themselves, and women attribute it to other external factors.
If you ask men why they did a good job, they'll say, "I'm awesome.
Obviously. Why are you even asking?"
If you ask women why they did a good job, what they'll say is someone helped them, they got lucky, they worked really hard.
Why does this matter?
Boy, it matters a lot.
Because no one gets to the corner office by sitting on the side, not at the table, and no one gets the promotion if they don't think they deserve their success, or they don't even understand their own success.
I wish the answer were easy.
I wish I could go tell all the young women I work for, these fabulous women, "Believe in yourself and negotiate for yourself.
Own your own success."
I wish I could tell that to my daughter.
But it's not that simple.
Because what the data shows, above all else, is one thing, which is that success and likeability are positively correlated for men and negatively correlated for women.
And everyone's nodding, because we all know this to be true.
There's a really good study that shows this really well.
There's a famous Harvard Business School study on a woman named Heidi Roizen.
And she's an operator in a company in Silicon Valley, and she uses her contacts to become a very successful venture capitalist.
In 2002 -- not so long ago -- a professor who was then at Columbia University took that case and made it [Howard] Roizen.
And he gave the case out, both of them, to two groups of students.
He changed exactly one word: "Heidi" to "Howard."
But that one word made a really big difference.
He then surveyed the students, thought Heidi and Howard were equally competent, and that's good.
The bad news was that everyone liked Howard.
He's a great guy. You want to work for him.
You want to spend the day fishing with him.
But Heidi? Not so sure.
She's a little out for herself. She's a little political.
You're not sure you'd want to work for her.
This is the complication.
We have to tell our daughters and our colleagues, we have to tell ourselves to believe we got the A, to reach for the promotion, to sit at the table, and we have to do it in a world where, for them, there are sacrifices they will make for that, even though for their brothers, there are not.
The saddest thing about all of this is that it's really hard to remember this.
And I'm about to tell a story which is truly embarrassing for me, but I think important.
I gave this talk at Facebook not so long ago to about 100 employees, and a couple hours later, there was a young woman who works there sitting outside my little desk, and she wanted to talk to me.
I said, okay, and she sat down, and we talked.
And she said, "I learned something today.
I learned that I need to keep my hand up."
"What do you mean?"
She said, "You're giving this talk, and you said you would take two more questions.
I had my hand up with many other people, and you took two more questions.
I put my hand down, and I noticed all the women did the same, and then you took more questions, only from the men."
And I thought to myself, "Wow, if it's me -- who cares about this, obviously -- giving this talk -- and during this talk, I can't even notice that the men's hands are still raised, and the women's hands are still raised, how good are we as managers of our companies and our organizations at seeing that the men are reaching for opportunities more than women?"
We've got to get women to sit at the table.
Message number two: Make your partner a real partner.
I've become convinced that we've made more progress in the workforce than we have in the home.
The data shows this very clearly.
If a woman and a man work full-time and have a child, the woman does twice the amount of housework the man does, and the woman does three times the amount of childcare the man does.
So she's got three jobs or two jobs, and he's got one.
Who do you think drops out when someone needs to be home more?
The causes of this are really complicated, and I don't have time to go into them.
And I don't think Sunday football-watching and general laziness is the cause.
I think the cause is more complicated.
I think, as a society, we put more pressure on our boys to succeed than we do on our girls.
I know men that stay home and work in the home to support wives with careers, and it's hard.
When I go to the Mommy-and-Me stuff and I see the father there, I notice that the other mommies don't play with him.
And that's a problem, because we have to make it as important a job, because it's the hardest job in the world to work inside the home, for people of both genders, if we're going to even things out and let women stay in the workforce.
Studies show that households with equal earning and equal responsibility also have half the divorce rate.
And if that wasn't good enough motivation for everyone out there, they also have more -- how shall I say this on this stage?
They know each other more in the biblical sense as well.
Message number three: Don't leave before you leave.
I think there's a really deep irony to the fact that actions women are taking -- and I see this all the time -- with the objective of staying in the workforce actually lead to their eventually leaving.
Here's what happens: We're all busy. Everyone's busy. A woman's busy.
And she starts thinking about having a child, and from the moment she starts thinking about having a child, she starts thinking about making room for that child.
"How am I going to fit this into everything else I'm doing?"
And literally from that moment, she doesn't raise her hand anymore, she doesn't look for a promotion, she doesn't take on the new project, she doesn't say, "Me. I want to do that."
She starts leaning back.
The problem is that -- let's say she got pregnant that day, that day -- nine months of pregnancy, three months of maternity leave, six months to catch your breath -- Fast-forward two years, more often -- and as I've seen it -- women start thinking about this way earlier -- when they get engaged, or married, when they start thinking about having a child, which can take a long time.
One woman came to see me about this.
She looked a little young.
And I said, "So are you and your husband thinking about having a baby?"
And she said, "Oh no, I'm not married."
She didn't even have a boyfriend.
I said, "You're thinking about this just way too early."
But the point is that what happens once you start kind of quietly leaning back?
Everyone who's been through this -- and I'm here to tell you, once you have a child at home, your job better be really good to go back, because it's hard to leave that kid at home.
Your job needs to be challenging.
It needs to be rewarding.
You need to feel like you're making a difference.
And if two years ago you didn't take a promotion and some guy next to you did, if three years ago you stopped looking for new opportunities, you're going to be bored because you should have kept your foot on the gas pedal.
Don't leave before you leave.
Stay in.
Keep your foot on the gas pedal, until the very day you need to leave to take a break for a child -- and then make your decisions.
Don't make decisions too far in advance, particularly ones you're not even conscious you're making.
My generation really, sadly, is not going to change the numbers at the top.
They're just not moving.
We are not going to get to where 50 percent of the population -- in my generation, there will not be 50 percent of [women] at the top of any industry.
But I'm hopeful that future generations can.
I think a world where half of our countries and our companies were run by women, would be a better world.
It's not just because people would know where the women's bathrooms are, even though that would be very helpful.
I think it would be a better world.
I have two children.
I have a five-year-old son and a two-year-old daughter.
I want my son to have a choice to contribute fully in the workforce or at home, and I want my daughter to have the choice to not just succeed, but to be liked for her accomplishments.
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This one entered her left hemisphere, and knocked out her Broca's area, the speech center of her brain.
And in this session, Gabby's working with a speech therapist, and she's struggling to produce some of the most basic words, and you can see her breaks down into sobbing tears, and she starts sobbing wordlessly into the arms of her therapist.
And after a few moments, her therapist tries a new tack, and they start singing together, and Gabby starts to sing through her tears, and you can hear her clearly able to enunciate the words to a song that describe the way she feels, and she sings, in one descending scale, she sings, "Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine."
And it's a very powerful and poignant reminder of how the beauty of music has the ability to speak where words fail, in this case literally speak.
Seeing this video of Gabby Giffords reminded me of the work of Dr. Gottfried Schlaug, one of the preeminent neuroscientists studying music and the brain at Harvard, and Schlaug is a proponent of a therapy called Melodic Intonation Therapy, which has become very popular in music therapy now.
Schlaug found that his stroke victims who were aphasic, could not form sentences of three- or four-word sentences, but they could still sing the lyrics to a song, whether it was "Happy Birthday To You" or their favorite song by the Eagles or the Rolling Stones.
And after 70 hours of intensive singing lessons, the brains of his patients and create a homologous speech center in their right hemisphere to compensate for the left hemisphere's damage.
When I was 17, I visited Dr. Schlaug's lab, and in one afternoon he walked me through some of the leading research on music and the brain -- how musicians had fundamentally different brain structure than non-musicians, how music, and listening to music, our prefrontal cortex all the way back to our cerebellum, how music was becoming a neuropsychiatric modality to help children with autism, to help people struggling with stress and anxiety and depression,
how deeply Parkinsonian patients would find that their tremor and their gait would steady when they listened to music, and how late-stage Alzheimer's patients, whose dementia was so far progressed that they could no longer recognize their family, could still pick out a tune by Chopin at the piano that they had learned when they were children.
But I had an ulterior motive of visiting Gottfried Schlaug, and it was this: that I was at a crossroads in my life, trying to choose between music and medicine.
I had just completed my undergraduate, and I was working as a research assistant at the lab of Dennis Selkoe, studying Parkinson's disease at Harvard, and I had fallen in love with neuroscience. I wanted to become a surgeon.
I wanted to become a doctor like Paul Farmer or Rick Hodes, these kind of fearless men who go into places like Haiti or Ethiopia and work with AIDS patients with multidrug-resistant tuberculosis, or with children with disfiguring cancers.
I wanted to become that kind of Red Cross doctor, that doctor without borders.
On the other hand, I had played the violin my entire life.
Music for me was more than a passion. It was obsession.
It was oxygen. I was lucky enough to have studied at the Juilliard School in Manhattan, and to have played my debut with Zubin Mehta and the Israeli philharmonic orchestra in Tel Aviv, and it turned out that Gottfried Schlaug had studied as an organist at the Vienna Conservatory, but had given up his love for music to pursue a career in medicine. And that afternoon, I had to ask him,
"How was it for you making that decision?"
And he said that there were still times when he wished he could go back and play the organ the way he used to, and that for me, medical school could wait, but that the violin simply would not.
And after two more years of studying music, I decided to shoot for the impossible before taking the MCAT and applying to medical school like a good Indian son to become the next Dr. Gupta. And I decided to shoot for the impossible and I took an audition for the esteemed Los Angeles Philharmonic.
It was my first audition, and after three days of playing behind a screen in a trial week, I was offered the position.
And it was a dream. It was a wild dream to perform in an orchestra, to perform in the iconic Walt Disney Concert Hall in an orchestra conducted now by the famous Gustavo Dudamel, but much more importantly to me to be surrounded by musicians and mentors that became my new family, my new musical home.
But a year later, I met another musician who had also studied at Juilliard, one who profoundly helped me find my voice and shaped my identity as a musician.
Nathaniel Ayers was a double bassist at Juilliard, but he suffered a series of psychotic episodes in his early 20s, and ended up living homeless on the streets of Skid Row in downtown Los Angeles 30 years later.
Nathaniel's story has become a beacon for homelessness and mental health advocacy throughout the United States, as told through the book and the movie "The Soloist," but I became his friend, and I became his violin teacher, and I told him that wherever he had his violin, and wherever I had mine, I would play a lesson with him.
And on the many times I saw Nathaniel on Skid Row, I witnessed how music was able to bring him back from his very darkest moments, from what seemed to me in my untrained eye to be the beginnings of a schizophrenic episode.
Playing for Nathaniel, the music took on a deeper meaning, because now it was about communication, a communication where words failed, a communication of a message that went deeper than words, that registered at a fundamentally primal level in Nathaniel's psyche, yet came as a true musical offering from me.
I found myself growing outraged that someone like Nathaniel could have ever been homeless on Skid Row because of his mental illness, yet how many tens of thousands of others there were out there on Skid Row alone who had stories as tragic as his, but were never going to have a book or a movie made about them that got them off the streets?
And at the very core of this crisis of mine, I felt somehow the life of music had chosen me, where somehow, perhaps possibly in a very naive sense, I felt what Skid Row really needed was somebody like Paul Farmer and not another classical musician playing on Bunker Hill.
But in the end, it was Nathaniel who showed me that if I was truly passionate about change, if I wanted to make a difference, I already had the perfect instrument to do it, that music was the bridge that connected my world and his.
There's a beautiful quote by the Romantic German composer Robert Schumann, who said, "To send light into the darkness of men's hearts, such is the duty of the artist."
And this is a particularly poignant quote because Schumann himself suffered from schizophrenia and died in asylum.
And inspired by what I learned from Nathaniel, I started an organization on Skid Row of musicians called Street Symphony, bringing the light of music into the very darkest places, performing for the homeless and mentally ill at shelters and clinics on Skid Row, performing for combat veterans with post-traumatic stress disorder, and for the incarcerated and those labeled as criminally insane.
After one of our events at the Patton State Hospital in San Bernardino, a woman walked up to us and she had tears streaming down her face, and she had a palsy, she was shaking, and she had this gorgeous smile, and she said that she had never heard classical music before, she didn't think she was going to like it, she had never heard a violin before, but that hearing this music was like hearing the sunshine,
and that nobody ever came to visit them, and that for the first time in six years, when she heard us play, she stopped shaking without medication.
Suddenly, what we're finding with these concerts, away from the stage, away from the footlights, out of the tuxedo tails, the musicians become the conduit for delivering the tremendous therapeutic benefits of music on the brain to an audience that would never would never have access to the kind of music that we make.
Just as medicine serves to heal more than the building blocks of the body alone, the power and beauty of music transcends the "E" in the middle of our beloved acronym.
Music transcends the aesthetic beauty alone. The synchrony of emotions that we experience when we hear an opera by Wagner, or a symphony by Brahms, or chamber music by Beethoven, compels us to remember our shared, common humanity, the deeply communal connected consciousness, the empathic consciousness that neuropsychiatrist Iain McGilchrist says is hard-wired into our brain's right hemisphere.
And for those living in the most dehumanizing conditions and incarceration, the music and the beauty of music offers a chance for them to transcend the world around them, to remember that they still have the capacity to experience something beautiful and that humanity has not forgotten them.
And the spark of that beauty, the spark of that humanity transforms into hope, and we know, whether we choose the path of music or of medicine, that's the very first thing we must instill within our communities, within our audiences, if we want to inspire healing from within.
I'd like to end with a quote by John Keats, a very famous quote that I'm sure all of you know.
Keats himself had also given up a career in medicine to pursue poetry, but he died when he was a year older than me.
And Keats said, "Beauty is truth, and truth beauty.
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âYouâre putting up quite a fight,â Shurei remarked, hovering gently above the pool of lava, his demeanor cool as he smiled.
As Lucella raised her arm from the molten depths, her skin appeared charred and blistered, emitting a wisp of smoky remnants before promptly regenerating.
Her body had reached a state best described as âexisting out of necessity.â Physically, it underwent a perpetual cycle of destruction and regeneration, while internally circulating magicâor perhaps it should be referred to as âdragon auraââ in order to deflect and absorb the damage, preserving the essence of her existence.
It was an excruciating agony, akin to continually being whittled away.
âWhat can I do... to put an end to this...?â Lucella asked wearily.
âI wonder about that too.â
Forgetting her pain for a moment, Lucella yelped in disarray at Shureiâs pensive look feigning ignorance.
âI have heard that dragons honor their contracts. But are those outside of contracts given no concern at all?â
âDo you seek equality with us? I believe it is already a big compromise from us that you were given a chance like this.â
âI came here without knowing what I had to do and then this staâagh!...started,â She took a momentary breather and continued. âIt is a bit late to bring this up, but could you decide the rules...?â
Proceeding with work while the tasks and corresponding rewards remained vague would inevitably result in unfavorable outcomes.
Lucella attributed her predicament of leaping into the lava without clear conditions to her own oversight.
Shurei and Lucella were never on equal footing. However, despite this, Lucella understood that unless she asserted herself, she would forever remain as a âlesser entity.â
âThen, if you manage to hold out until the sun rises tomorrow, I shall accept and reward you.â
âFather, you canât be serious!â
Kafal, who had been observing the situation, exclaimed in sorrow at Shureiâs merciless words.
At this rate, Lucella would need to hold out for nearly one full day.
âDo you intend to kill me...?â Lucella asked.
âWhat, are you whining already?â
âI believe I know... the extent of my strength... a little...â
Since this was her first time subjecting herself to the raging flames, there were parts she didnât know exactly where her limits lay, but she could speculate.
At the current pace, she wondered if her body would hold out until sundown.
Even if she were to push beyond those limits, grit her teeth and endure with sheer determination and resilience... she had a feeling she wouldnât be able to witness the morning sun.
And then...
âOh?â
âYou should also be aware of how unreasonable a demand that is. There must be another intention behind it.â
Looking up at Shurei, Lucella voiced her thoughts.
She believed it would be unwise to underestimate this elderly person. In every possible way.
Lucella had a feeling that Shurei could easily gauge the extent of her powers at a glance. Considering that it had been at least an hour since this âtrialâ had commenced, and Shurei had been observing her unwaveringly, he must have been assessing the level of her exhaustion as well.
Given these circumstances, there had to be some underlying intention behind presenting Lucella with an impossible task that even she could recognize.
She pondered whether Shurei had started speaking in the human language out of consideration, as she wasnât in a state to speak Dragonian without Giselleâs ring. However, what if it had been intentional all along?
Dragonâs words were ill-suited for concealing or masking the truth.
Lucella felt that Shureiâs words carried a certain weight.
He was observing her, trying to see ascertain something. This conversation... was part of the âtrial.â
âI cannot do anything. Iâm doing this to be accepted, after all,â She answered. âHowever, if this is but a way to torment me to death under the pretext of a âtrial,â then I would need to change my attitude. I would like you to tell me if that is not the case.â
âSupposing that was the case and I was trying to kill you, do you think you could stop me?â
âI donât,â Lucella answered conclusively. That would be a once-in-a-ten-thousand, no, a once-in-a-hundred-million miracle. She understood that much. âI donât, but I would still fight. In such a case, âmaking you cooperate using all my strengthâ would be relatively the biggest hope in it, regardless of how small a possibility that is.â
âI can only see that you are passively searching for a path to conveniently survive.â
âYes, that is the case. Thatâs why I will not hesitate to throw myself into any battle if it means that I can survive. I have already abandoned thinking like a show-off who is ready to give up her life. I already learned that only tragedy awaits people who canât treasure their own lives...â
Lucella felt irritated that she couldnât convey all that using Dragonian.
She had an unshakable conviction, one she was willing to bet her soul on.
Once, â â â â â âthat is, Lucella herselfâhad committed the recklessness of entering Mount Kuguse without any fighting abilities, all for the sake of Giselle. Despite encountering numerous miraculous coincidences as a result, it would be hard to judge her actions as correct solely based on the outcome.
It was at a moment that should have been too late for everything when Lucella finally understood the profound guilt of sacrificing oneself.
Therefore, she vowed to never repeat such a mistake again. And she would ensure Kafal wouldnât either.
âI will...live on...with Mom. That is...my resolve.â
âLucella...!â
Kafal, who had been observing them with a held breath, spoke up emotively.
Shurei seemed unfazed, but a moment later, a smile that almost reached up to his ears appeared on his face.
âFascinating! I was considering bringing you to the brink of death to âascertainâ it, but I have changed my mind.â
Before Lucella could feel shocked at Shureiâs turnaround, the sea of Lava surrounding her pulsed and surged.
âUwaah!â
The lava whirled in the air, creating a swirling vortex, and the scorching heat almost made Lucella lose her balance.
The pool of lava had vanished completely.
The searing heat that had tormented her body subsided, replaced by a refreshing summer breeze that felt cool compared to the lava, almost reminiscent of a blizzard, gently caressing Lucella.
The lava that rose up while defying gravity gradually converged into two streams, descending toward the ground.
A vast amount of lava compressed into smaller forms right before Shurei and Lucella, and as the fiery glow faded, what remained were large, jagged masses of stone protruding from the ground.
Still standing, shielding her naked body while sensations other than pain remained hazy, Lucella observed the object in front of her.
It had a slender handle-like part, a wide guard-like section, and a sharply pointed blade-like portion.
It was a crude formation of lava rock that vaguely resembled the shape of a sword.
âUse that and try landing a hit on me. If you do, I shall recognize that your XXXX is not mere words, but one stemming from true resolve.â
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I woke up to the scream-like voice of Natal and noticed the tablet in front of me.
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I blinked my heavy eyelids and reached out my fingers. As I pulled the tablet closer and noticed the change in my field of view, I finally grasped the meaning behind my motherâs scream.
Is this what they call rolling over?
I had only been able to sleep on my back, but this morning, I found myself lying on my stomach. Whether it happened while I was asleep or in the middle of the night while half-awake, I couldnât be sure. Considering my original self used to sleep on my stomach, it was probably a subconscious action that allowed me to master rolling over.
Being able to roll over meant I had improved control over my body.
âAh-uu.â
I tried to lift my head while Natal attempted to pick me up. There was a sensation of effort, and my head slowly rose, even though it felt heavy.
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Moving my head while lying on my stomach expanded my field of view significantly. The amount of information in my field of vision was incomparable to the world when I lay on my back, and I couldnât help but let out a joyful sound.
âThatâs amazing, Leafa. With this progress, youâll be crawling soon.â
My father, who would usually come flying over at a time like this, was absent, most likely already at work. While my mother spoke excitedly and petted my back and legs, she repeatedly expressed her admiration.
Praise for just moving my own body. I probably wonât get this much praise in the future.
My parents were always celebrating my growth and changes, but eventually, these things would become normal. Thinking about that made me feel a little lonely as I lay on the bed.
Lifting my head was a challenge, and it felt quite tiring. I rolled onto the bed and deliberately lifted my legs, twisting my body. The world inverted, and I found myself gazed down by the familiar ceiling.
âYou can roll back over too, huh? I suppose it might be time to have the doctor check you,â my mother said.
She reached out and lifted me up. The soft scent of soap stimulated my nostrils, and the usually sweet smell of milk seemed slightly less intense.
My mother, still holding me, moved into the living room and headed towards a wall where an unfamiliar machine was installed. She picked up a horn-shaped device and pressed it against her ear, sandwiching it between her shoulder and neck.
âIâm going to have a little chat,â she said.
She pressed a few buttons on the machine, and a green light lit up. After a couple of unfamiliar long beeps, a voice came through the horn-shaped device she had pressed against her ear.
âItâs Natal. Thank you for your assistance during the birth. Yes, everything is going smoothly. She can already hold both her head and waist. So, Iâd like to schedule a check-up... Yes, then weâll come for a visit.â
It was a short and pre-arranged conversation. Afterward, my mother fed me my usual milk and placed me in a stroller made up of a wicker basket that had wheels and a sunshade, and then opened the front door.
Outside, I saw a town with brick houses lining the streets. It was my first time experiencing the outdoors, and the wind was calm with a warm temperature. It was tranquil weather that didnât seem to match the approaching winter season.
As I was rocked in the stroller, I considered the possibility of the climate being a factor for this unexpected outdoor trip.
âThis is Torch Town, where you were born,â my mother said.
Natalâs voice describing the town as she walked was particularly pleasant today. Although the âtownâ visible to me from the stroller was just the blue sky and the rooftops of houses, the gentle breeze was delightful.
The calm wind blew refreshingly, carrying a touch of humidity. There was probably a water source nearby. I felt the cool breeze caress my cheeks and looked around. In the sky, white-winged waterfowl flew overhead, calling out.
Gazing at this view, I surrendered to the vibrations of the stroller pushed by my mother.
We passed through what appeared to be a residential street, and then we entered a more open area. I heard the sound of bells and prayer voices, indicating the presence of a cathedral or some sacred place.
Around the square, trees with lush green leaves were planted, and the same tree-lined path continued in the direction my mother was heading.
Given how refreshing the tree shade was, they seemed to have large overlapping leaves.
I shaded my eyes with a hand and saw the shadows of the round, pointed leaves at the top. They rustled as they swayed in the wind, indicating that they were not too thick.
âDragon Tree Avenue. Here, youâll find the cathedral of the Black Dragon religion, called the Dragon Temple. Itâs a very sacred place,â my mother explained, noticing that I was observing the dragon trees.
The name âDragon Treeâ and the Black Dragon religion brought back memories. They were connected to my name, âLeafa.â
âThese dragon trees are also used as an ingredient for medicines and potions. Though we already receive plenty of healing because we have you,â she said, with a happy smile that made it hard to tell whether she was joking or serious. Nevertheless, I decided to join her in laughter. The lush green leaves of the dragon trees did remind me of the color of Rudraâs eyes. I hadnât seen my eyes yet, but it seemed that they were similar to his, so they were probably of this color too.
âIn spring, red flowers bloom on the dragon trees. They are very beautiful, and I think youâll like them. Or perhaps, youâd prefer the dragon tree mochi made with the young leaves that are sold around that time?â Natal explained in a melodic tone as she pushed the stroller.
During her explanation, the stroller neared a busy area and the surroundings turned noisy.
While the sunshade made it hard to see what was around, the noise of the crowd suggested that a market was in full swing, with merchants setting up stalls. I responded with baby-like sounds to my mother to show that I was listening.
Navigating through Dragon Tree Avenue, the stroller avoided the crowds. The cool breeze blew through the shade of the trees, and I thought I heard the sound of flowing water. The vibrations from the stroller felt different as the path changed. Mother turned left, and faint waves could be heard.
We arrived at the hospital, located at the border between the military port district and the residential area. From the waiting roomâs window, there was a view of a vast, green lake. It appeared quite large, and on the other side, something hazy resembled land.
âIâll take you to the commercial district over there someday,â Mother said gently as she helped me stand. Across the lake, one could see what seemed to be a commercial district.
A large ship heading towards the commercial district crossed the lake. On its deck, unfamiliar rectangular things were stacked up.
Although I couldnât see it clearly with my current vision, they had a size and shape that could accommodate two people. They were too small and distorted to be categorized as shipping containers.
âLooks like the ship is carrying cars,â Mother said.
âCauh?â I almost responded back with âcars?â but was saved by the typical toddlerâs pronunciation difficulty.
âThatâs right, cars. Theyâre called steam vehicles, and theyâre used in this town to transport goods and people,â Mother explained.
I was impressed that she could understand my pronunciation so well. Considering they carried goods and people, and were even transported around by ships, they mustâve been land-based vehicles. I hoped Iâd get to see one in person later.
âJust be careful, when we go on the roads where cars drive, hold Mommyâs hand, okay?â
âAuu, â I responded in consent, even though it was a future topic when I could walk.
âWeâll gradually explore the town together from now on,â Mother said with a smile as she let me sit on her lap, gazing across the lake.
According to my mother, Torch Town was divided into two main sections, separated by the lake, with the east and west sides. Our home was in the southeastern part, the military port area of the East Noble district. Given my fatherâs military background, it made sense for us to be located there.
Heading north from our home led to the Black Dragon church and another residential area. The hospital we were in catered primarily to residents on the east side of town, particularly pregnant women and infants. The waiting room was filled with expectant mothers and mothers with infants like me.
âLeafa Naga Rjuna, please enter.â
âItâs your turn, Leafa.â
I was lost in thought, looking at the lake and thinking about the town I would be living in, but I snapped back to reality when I heard my name being called from the examination room.
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Her eyes were dead and without any luster, as if she was an exquisitely refined doll.
Beside her was another of the Goddessâs dolls, Libra, who was awaiting orders from her real master.
âTruly... sheâs gone ahead and done it, that Ruphas.â
The voice of Dina came out from her mouth, yet the words and the tone used were nothing like how she spoke.
The individual who was speaking was indeed Dina. However, her will was no longer present.
Using her body, someone else â the Goddess was speaking.
âWell, whatever. In this situation, I should be happy that sheâs kindly protecting the living things. After all, itâs actually a hassle to bring them over from Earth.â
The voice which came out was Dinaâs. The thing speaking was Dinaâs body.
But the one currently present was no longer Dina.
Dina was overflowing with an undulation of power which she had never possessed before now. That divine power, which was surging out of her, made even the very fabric of the space-time continuum flicker.
In all likelihood, her current fighting prowess rivalled even that of Ruphas.
âThere are not many pieces left available to me... If itâs Ruphas, perhaps she would be able to overcome even these ouroboroses.â
â... Taking her capabilities into consideration, thatâs most likely going to be the case. Even for you, Alovenus-sama, with a mere borrowed body, thereâs no guarantee that youâll be able to win against mas... Ruphas.â
âHowever, once the ouroboroses are beaten back, itâll mean the start of the climax. The one to bring everything to a close... canât be anyone except the Hero, I suppose.â
Ruphas would most likely beat the ouroboroses back.
Whilst she would have to make some sacrifices, the one who would win in the end would be Ruphas. Anybody could understand that much.
It was unknown how many sacrifices Ruphas would have to make. Needless to say, for the Goddess, it would be preferable if everyone except for Ruphas were to perish. No, if one considered the might of the ouroboroses, it was only natural that things should develop that way.
Yet, even then, Ruphas would most likely win. Even in the worst-case scenario where she was the only one left, if it was her, she would end up winning.
However, not even Ruphas could have predicted... that even the ouroboroses were nothing more than the opening act.
Regardless of the age, it had always been the case that the Hero would win at the very end. That was simply how the stories were meant to be.
That was why, at the very end of it all, she would meet her end at the hands of the weak hero who was not even worth considering.
âAlthough... if itâs her, the possibility of her overcoming my predictions is not zero.â
â... I have a question. Why does my lady seem to be having so much fun?â
âWho knows? I wonder too. Perhaps itâs because whatâs going to happen from now on is something that I myself wish to see.â
Dina... Correction, the Goddess, who was using Dinaâs body, spoke as if she was sneering.
âEven assuming that she defeats the ouroboroses and even wins against the Hero, what exactly could happen? Although theyâre called the ouroboroses, in the end, theyâre nothing more than fragile tools that I created whilst carefully trying to not destroy the universe. The same goes for the Hero. Even if she were to beat them all, she canât reach me. Even Ruphas should be well aware of such a thing.â
â... At the very least, all of your chess pieces, like the ouroboroses, the Hero and us who are present here will all perish. Putting it that way, could you not say that she has liberated this world from my ladyâs control?â
âI suppose thatâd indeed be the case. But it may not turn out that way. I just have this feeling... that sheâll do something, something that Iâve never even considered.â
Although Dinaâs facial expression did not change, the way she spoke suggested that she was enjoying what was going on and was looking forward to what was to come.
Ultimately, for the Goddess, everything which was happening was nothing more than a game.
If she lost, she would feel vexed. She might even feel dejected. But that was it.
It was simply impossible that the Goddess herself could be harmed in any way.
That was exactly why she was acting so leisurely.
It was exactly because she absolutely knew that she would win at the very end. That was why she was able to remain laughing.
Indeed, if she lost in a game, she would feel bad... but... the Goddess could erase the very universe (game) itself whenever she felt like it.
âThen shall we begin...? The end of the world.â
After saying that, the Goddess activated the skill to move the ouroboroses.
â The world shook.
The earth divided, the wind raged and the weather became crazy and erratic.
The first thing to appear was the personification of light.
The Sun Ouroboros, which was slumbering within the mountain of Vanaheim, awakened and then freed its enormous body from the ground.
Its endlessly long body pierced into the sky before lapping around Midgard.
Its appearance, which could only be described as abnormal, could even be seen by Ruphas and the others.
It was so big that it could no longer even be called a living thing. Looking at it, everyone except for Ruphas and Orm felt a cold sweat.
Even Benetnash, who was maintaining a calm appearance, could not help but sweat nervously.
The Sun Ouroborosâs whole body was enveloped in shiny scales. Then the white ouroboros, which looked almost divine, roared, causing the world to shudder.
The next to appear was the personification of flame.
An ouroboros enveloped by deep crimson scales shot out along with a volcanic eruption, then intersected with the Sun Ouroboros that had appeared shortly prior.
Just from the appearance of the ouroboros of the flame, the earth started evaporating, causing all of the remaining vegetation that Ruphas had not retrieved to burn up.
Midgard had effectively turned into a desert just from the mere fact that this ouroboros had begun to move.
This was followed by the appearance of a giant tree which pierced into the heavens.
The world tree, who held dominion over all plants in the world, was clad in lightning and did not burn even after being exposed to the Fire Ouroborosâs heat.
From the other side, the very earth itself took the shape of an ouroboros and revealed itself to be an ouroboros who was enveloped in rocks and boulders.
Combined, there were only four of them. However, all four of them were the very embodiment of what it meant to be transcendent.
They possessed the worldâs biggest bodies and were protected by the worldâs hardest scales. They possessed the worldâs strongest power and were the arbiters representing the creation deity.
Each of them only made its appearance when the world was going to be destroyed, yet at this very moment, all four of them had simultaneously made their advent, each executing a roar which reached the far ends of space.
Heed well, mankind. Here therein, your age shall now be concluded.
Such a will was conveyed throughout the world without the use of any humanoid words.
âListen, everyone. In a bit, Iâm going to fight against Dina and Libra. Iâll entrust the ouroboroses to every one of you guys.â
After seeing the ouroboroses and hearing Ruphasâs words, nervous looks appeared on all of the Twelve Stars.
With Ruphasâs power, even if she had to face multiple ouroboroses simultaneously, it would be possible to fight them on an even footing.
However, she just suggested that she would not be participating in that fight.
Her actions were not because she was underestimating them. If anything, it was the opposite.
She only chose to act this way because she had determined that, without giving it her all, she would not be able to win against Dina, who was possessed by the Goddess.
Indeed, there had been a precedence of the Goddess making use of someone else. But this time alone, things were different from the past.
The Goddess was making use of her own avatar. As a consequence, her fighting prowess would be beyond that of the ouroboroses.
Furthermore, Dina had already informed Ruphas of the Goddessâs power.
â Her HP was . Billion.
This was Alovenusâs HP from within the game.
And the Alovenus from within the game was the avatar of the gameâs administrator, in other words... Dina herself.
As such, yes, thatâs what it signified.
It was her strength when she was possessed by the Goddess. That was what it indicated.
âVery well. Then Iâll take on the Heavenly Ouroboros.â
Orm was the first individual to respond to Ruphasâs arguably unreasonable order.
If the other side was an ouroboros, then it would be met with an ouroboros of our own. Both sides would be arbiters and destroyers of the same class.
Orm jumped up and, in a flash, transformed his body into that of an ouroboros enveloped by black scales.
Subsequently, he headed towards the enemy that he had to defeat. The next individual to step forward was Benetnash.
âIn that case, Iâll take on the Fire Ouroboros. Iâll check out just how capable these things called ouroboroses actually are.â
The ouroboroses were indeed at the pinnacle of the world.
However, if the other side was an existence that was at the pinnacle, then it would be met with an abnormal existence of our own. An existence which trod above and beyond the rules that had been laid in place by the Goddess.
Benetnash smiled with an expression full of confidence, but she was interjected by the voice of another.
âWait a minute.â
â... What is it, Fairy Princess?â
âItâs not that Iâve recognised them, but... the situation is how it is. Since youâre at it, take them along with you.â
Pollux spoke with displeasure and activated her skill.
At the same time, a light down poured from the sky and four men appeared from within.
Benetnash was very familiar with the faces of the four individuals who appeared.
The Sword King, Alioth.
The Beast King, Dubhe.
The Adventure King, Phecda.
And the Smith King, Mizar.
They were Polluxâs sworn enemies from two hundred years ago and the ones she had summoned once before when she was under the Goddessâs possession.
She brought them back to this world once more.
âPollux, you...â
âBrother, please donât say any more. After all, I havenât recognised them to be worthy.â
Polluxâs skill was the ability to bring back âan individual whom she recognised as a heroâ.
In other words, if she did not recognise them as a hero, they could never be brought back.
This was why, in the past, Pollux was unable to summon the Seven Heroes however she wished.
However, the fact that she had summoned them indicated that she had given them her recognition.
After learning about their past, after learning that they had circumstances of their own, after seeing the interaction between Merak and Virgo, she had learnt that they had gone through hardships of their own.
... She must have subconsciously thought that it would be fine to forgive them.
Pollux herself must have been self-conscious of this, however, she was feeling conflicted within herself.
As such, she was unable to be honest and upfront, causing her to turn her back on them right after summoning them.
ãIt looks like I made it in time for the final feast! Iâve come too! ã
Furthermore, Blutgang came flying over.
A loud sound rang out from the speaker and the gigantic metropolis transformed into a giant humanoid-shaped golem before landing on the ground.
ãMegrez, your mana engine is working great! Blutgang can fly now! ã
âOhh, my Blutgang is flying now!â
ãOhh!? Why am I down there!? ã
âYo, me! Iâve come back from Valhalla to make up for the debt of my past sins!â
It was an unexpected reunion of all of the members of the Seven Heroes. Although there were now two Mizars, that was something trivial.
Benetnash kept her arms crossed then sighed out loud. However, there was a faint curl on the edges of her lips.
It seemed that, unlike before, they had been properly brought back as their complete selves.
At this moment, Ruphas took out small vials from her pocket, then threw them at Megrez and Merak.
âThis is...â
âUse it. Itâs an elixir. The final battleâs about to begin, so if you guys remain at half of your strength, itâll be inappropriate.â
After drinking the elixir handed to them by Ruphas, Megrez stood up from his wheelchair.
At the same time, Merakâs wings were restored as Taurus walked in on the group.
âTaurus, are your injuries fine now?â
âYeah, thereâs no problem anymore. My friend called me back... so I canât just keep napping.â
After saying just that, Taurus passed by Ruphasâs side.
There was no need for superficial words. A friend of his had come back and said she would fight.
So all he needed to do was join the battlefield himself.
If his friend was going to shed away her grudge from the past, then he would help her do so.
From the past, this had always been the unchanging camaraderie and loyalty Taurus held towards Ruphas.
âIf I just grind my teeth and bear with it...â
â... aaa.â
ââ Aldebaran.â
Taurusâs unwavering fist sent Megrez and Merak flying.
Both of their bodies were sent flying and slammed right into the ground.
With this, the past was called even. At the very least, Taurus no longer had any intention to say anything else after this.
Megrez and Merak stood up with swollen faces. However, they appeared refreshed.
âIâve removed the curse which was on you guys. As for the rest, do whatever you want.â
âThank you. We appreciate it.â
Megrez expressed his gratitude and then waved his arm at Taurus, who had his back turned towards them.
At the same time, Levia came close to Megrez, and he jumped on top of it.
Merak, on the other hand, spread his wings, which he had just regained, and flew up whilst Alioth also got on top of Levia.
âBenetnash, weâll also help you, bear.â
âWeâll fight with you.â
Looking exactly the same as they had back then, Dubhe and Phecda stuck their hands out and placed them on top of one another. Benetnash, whilst snorting in response, stuck out her own fist and did the same.
To that, Mizar placed his palm on top, followed by Merak, who did the same.
Finally, Megrez also placed his hand on the spot after getting off from Levia. However, for some reason, the moment Alioth attempted to get off from Levia to join them, Levia raised its neck and did not let him get off.
âJust donât be a burden.â
âOf course. Itâs not like you donât know our strength, right?â
âLeave your back to me.â
âLetâs go wild together again, Benet!â
Benetnash spoke up as if she was spitting out those words, and Megrez, Merak and Mizar responded with a voice full of confidence.
They each knew of each otherâs capabilities. Whilst it was a little irritating for her, Benetnash was not someone who could not understand that they were a useful group of individuals.
Then whatever. If youâre saying youâll come along, then feel free to come along. Utilise that so-called power of yours to the fullest.
Although Benet did not voice it aloud, she permitted them to tag along, all the while feeling a sense of nostalgia.
âHey, wait a minute! Why am I the only one left out!? Iâll come join you guys any moment now, so please wait for me! You guys... donât let go, okay? I havenât joined you guys yet!â
âAlright, letâs do it, everyone. First, shall we start off by showing ourselves to the people in the
and calming them down together with Sei-kun? As for Alioth, we can just leave him behind.â
âMegreeezzzz!â
The Seven Heroes, accompanied by Blutgang and Levia, headed towards the Ark.
After being convinced of that, Ruphas recalled the past and became amused.
Once this battle is over, it might be a good idea to have a drink with those guys again.
Ruphas activated X-Gate and retrieved two swords from the Mafahl Tower, then threw those swords in the direction of the
âItâs a gift. Take it with you!â
âThanks, youâre a lifesaver!â
When the Argonautai were summoned, the weapon that they had previously been using was also materialised using mana. However, that weapon was a mere recreation. It was not the real thing.
Even though they were about to head into the final battle, if the so-called Sword King did not even have a proper weapon, it would look quite pathetic.
Although... pathetic was a word which perfectly encapsulated Aliothâs character, but after all, it would be his first battle after his return. It would be nice if he got to do something.
Thinking something along those lines, Ruphas generously lent him two from her collection.
It was an action executed only because she believed that if it was Alioth, he would most likely be able to utilise it well.
âIâll head towards the Wood Ouroboros. Iâll properly settle it with my own hands.â
âIf Pollux is going, then Iâll go with her.â
The fairy siblings, Pollux and Castor, voiced their desires to fight against the Wood Ouroboros.
For the two of them, the Wood Ouroboros was their original body, and at the same time, their parent.
They could not give this fight away to anybody else. They had a strong determination in their eyes.
âPollux.â
Ruphas handed a single ring to her.
The ring was something that Ruphas had previously inadvertently acquired: the divine artifact, Chronos.
It was a godly ring which, by slowing down time in the surroundings, allowed the wearer to enter a state where time was effectively stopped. Nevertheless, it was a defective product in that, as a trade-off for its effect, when the ring was taken off, all of the accumulated time would flow back to the user all at once.
However, Pollux was a Fairy Princess who had already existed for hundreds of thousands of years. For her, regardless of how much negative recoil she suffered, there would be absolutely no effect whatsoever. To begin with, as she was a fairy, the very concept of a lifespan did not exist for her.
In other words, she was able to utilise this ring with absolutely no risks involved.
Furthermore, Ruphas had tinkered with the ring a little in the meantime.
Previously, the effect of the debuff enforced by the ring worked against the world at large. However, such an effect only served to hinder the wearersâ allies.
As such, Ruphas removed that effect from the ring and made it so that the ring only worked to purely increase the speed of the wearer.
âTake it with you. From now on, everyoneâs constantly going to be fighting in a state where time is dilated. If you donât have a toy like that, you wonât even be able to keep up with the fight.â
âYouâre right... Iâll accept it, thank you.â
Polluxâs actual fighting capacity was no different from that of an ordinary warrior.
This meant that she would not be able to keep up at all with the battle which was to happen from this point onwards.
It was not merely at the level of â She would not be helpful in a fight. She would not even be able to see the fight in the first place.
In her current state, someone could very well be killed in the time she spent summoning a heroic spirit.
In order to participate in the battle ahead, the ring was an item which was absolutely necessary for her.
âThen Iâll take on the Earth Ouroboros. Iâll go beat up this ******* who has the audacity to call himself the strongest even though Iâm here.â
âThen I will... then I guess Iâll also head to the Earth Ouroboros.â
Pollux would be challenging the Wood Ouroboros, but there was still a need for someone else to challenge the Earth Ouroboros.
In that regard, Leon and Aries were the first two individuals to volunteer.
âIn that case, me will take on the Wood Ouroboros. After all, Pollux will need a shield.â
âVirgo, the two of us will head to the Earth Ouroboros. Aries aside, if we leave this stupid lion to rampage about without someone to heal him, itâs obvious that heâs going to lose.â
âY, yes, grandma.â
âWho are you calling stupid lion, huh!?â
âIâm ill-matched against the Earth Ouroboros. So Iâll be generous and go crush the tree.â
âMe too.â
This was followed by Karkinosâs, Piscesâs and Aigokerosâs decision to head towards the Wood Ouroboros.
Similarly, Virgo and Parthenos volunteered to join the battlefield where the Earth Ouroboros was.
âYouâll need someone to support you guys, right? Then Iâll fight the Wood Ouroboros.â
âIâll go and smash apart the Earth Ouroboros.â
âAlthough Iâm a bad match attribute-wise... Well, there shouldnât be any problem giving them support with my ability. Iâll tag along with the group taking on the Earth guy.â
And finally, Sagittarius chose to head towards the Wood Ouroboros whilst Taurus and Aquarius chose to fight against the Earth Ouroboros. Without Ruphas having to say anything, the two teams were completed.
On the side, the Argonauts also divided at their own discretion then split into four teams so that they could supplement each party.
Looking carefully, one could even see the figures of Phoenix and Hydrus, who had previously been left behind for the purpose of sealing the ouroboroses.
It seemed they had rushed back because the ouroboroses had started moving.
âIâll go where my father is. Luna, you stay with the Ark.â
â... T, Terra-sama, I also want...â
âYou canât. This time, the battle will be on a completely different level.â
It seemed Terra would head towards Orm to support him.
But Terra aside, Luna would not even be worth considering as a battle potential. This time alone, Terra would have no leeway to protect Luna.
Luna understood that as well.
She understood why... but even then, to allow Terra to head there alone whilst she stayed somewhere safe felt painful for her.
Terra hugged her very firmly, then whispered as if to coax her.
âIâll be fine. Iâll definitely come back... I wonât die and leave you alone.â
â... Itâs a promise, okay?â
âYeah, itâs a promise.â
âOi, stop it you fools. Thatâs a super obvious death flag right there!â
Watching the two individuals who were hugging each other, Ruphas made a straight-man retort without reading the atmosphere.
There were not many who came back alive after hugging someone right before the final battle and promising that they would definitely come back. Most of them would end up dead.
After seeing off the flying figure of Terra, who chased after Orm, Ruphasâs eyes met with Scorpiusâs, who still remained behind.
â... Are you not going?â
âThis mistressâs battlefield is the place where Ruphas-sama is.â
â............â
... Even though this is the final battle, she doesnât waver, huh.
Feeling as such within her, Ruphas looked up into the sky thinking â Whatever.
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ããéĄãããĻã | âCome on, Naoya, this is the best market in town! Itâs always open, except during winter!â
âA market thatâs open every day of the year, and where non-vendors can shop. So youâre telling me that the Aion Mallâs otherworldly store isnât open every day?â
After leaving the butcher shop, I asked Chloe to bring me to the city market.
The market was located in the center of town next to the square where the two main streets meet.
It was mostly an open-air market lined with stalls covered with cloth, and some of the stores seemed to be inside buildings.
The street market was lined with a wide variety of goods.
âThe vegetables are almost the same as the ones we sell at our place. Rather, there are more fruits and vegetables here.â
âThe fruit season is short around here, and there are only a few varieties and quantities! The fruits here are brought in from faraway cities!â
âAion Mallâs Otherworldly Store only deals with farmers in the neighborhood. The distribution is reasonably good, and the city is better off at the moment. But Chloe, it seems like people arenât using magic tools.â
âNaoya, magic tools are expensive. Thatâs why I go to that butcher shop. The best meat is freshly caught and processed!â
âNot every store has it, huh? Good, good, good.â
âWhatâs wrong, Naoya?â
âStorage methods and storage space are both headaches when it comes to selling perishable foods. The freezers and refrigerators at the Aion Mall Otherworld Store are going to be an advantage.â
âI-I see.â
âAnd Chloe, some meat and fish taste better when they are not fresh. If they are properly processed and stored.â
âHa-ha-ha. Naoya, are you joking? Iâve had some good gutted, smoked and dried meat, too. But nothing beats freshly caught meat!â
âWhat kind of elf cares about meat? Iâm sure they hunt since they are forest dwellers,......, but thatâs okay. Chloe, Iâll feed you some tasty ânot-so-freshâ meat sometime.â
âAre you sure? Really, Naoya! You promised!â
âYeah, âkay.â
âHa! W-w-w-wait a minute, Naoya, whatâs the price? Donât tell me youâre going to show me some delicious meat Iâve never tasted before! [If you want to eat this, you have to ......] you know what I mean? and then make me pay for it with my body! What a clever trick!â
âNo way in hell. Iâm just giving you a taste of what I might sell.â
While talking to Chloe, I look around the market.
Itâs so messy that you canât see the goods, so you get the illusion that itâs a big market, but itâs actually not that big.
In fact, itâs not that big. If I had to say how big it is, the supermarket at the Aion Mallâs Otherworld Store is bigger. Some space is not open for business though.
They sell a wide variety of goods.
Vegetables, fruits, dried fish and other seafood, dried and smoked meats, spices and spice-like herbs.
They also sell used clothes, wooden baskets, and leather goods such as furs and leather straps.
At a store inside a building with a wide-open entrance, I saw fish swimming in a tub. They seemed to be river fish.
There was also a butcher shop in the building. The meat was not cut into pieces and was still very much in its original state.
There was a one-horned rabbit similar to what Chloe had killed on the way here, a wild boar, aves-like meat, birds of various sizes, and meat from a cattle-like animal hanging from the ceiling. It was so big, it was unclear whether it was a cow or a cow-like monster.
âI guess they donât use storage magic tools here, either.â
âNaoya, there are some things in here. Now they just take them out of the magic box and sell them!â
âI see. The only thing they do now is sell the stuff from the magic tools. Why does Chloe like that butcher shop so much?â
âWhat are you talking about, Naoya? That butcher shop is where you bring in your catch and the lady butchers it right in front of you! Nothing is fresher than that!â
âWhat kind of elf cares about the freshness of meat? Well, storage magic tools are expensive and donât seem to be used much, so freshness is important for safety.â
The only way to move around is on foot, in a carriage, or on horseback, I guess.
If you use storage magic tools, but if you donât, it will take a long time to be distributed.
In that case, it would not be surprising if the meat, fish, and vegetables sold would spoil, which explains their insistence on freshness.
âWait, what about parasite control? The vegetables may have worms on them, too. Hey, are the vegetables at Aion Mallâs Otherworldly Store safe?â
âDonât worry, Naoya! I am not just a [Knight], I am a [Holy Knight] who can use magic! If I cast a [Purification] spell, any insects on the food will be destroyed in a single shot!â
âThatâs very convenient! I see... Chloe was touching the vegetables that came in to cast a spell on them! Oh, come on! I didnât realize there was magic so close at hand! And what the heck is a [Holy Knight]? And what kind of magic can only kill bugs?â
Chloe tilts her head at my words.
Is it because Iâm being thrown around all at once and my understanding isnât catching up? I canât even keep up with my tsukkomi.
âItâs a different world. The magic is sometimes outrageous with its power and techniques. I wonder what happens to bacteria if they only kill insects. I wonder if fermented foods are safe.â
âNaoya, weâve done our market rounds! What are we going to do next? Should we go to a restaurant or something? If you are feeling hungry, I can take you to a place to eat.â
âLetâs think about it later. Now is the time for inspection. ...... Hey, Chloe, I was just thinking of something.....â
âWhat is it?â
âChloe, whereâs your luggage? Where are the fruits and spices I bought and the rabbit meat from the butcher? Ah, maybe theyâll deliver it to you?â
âWhat are you talking about, Naoya? When I ran away from home, I borrowed my fatherâs baggy pouch! But itâs so small that not even a whole cub could fit in it!â
âOh, thatâs a magic tool. I donât know if I was that close with storage magic tools either. Iâm not going to ask you if itâs okay to use it like that, or what does it mean to run away from home, or that you borrowed it without permission.â
âNaoya, are you tired? Do you want to take a break? Kya, Itâs just a normal break! Itâs not that a man and a woman take a break and go into a brothel, but donât get me wrong, Naoya!â
âI heard that there are some kinds of brothels in other worlds. Chloe is a holy knight, or rather her image is more like Indecent Knight.â
I dropped her shoulders in disappointment.
Itâs not because of Chloe, who associates it with something erotic. No, but that too.
I really donât know anything about life in this world, what is normal in this world, what is common practice in this world.
âAaaaah! But I have to make million in monthly sales in the next five months! I donât have time to be depressed! Okay, Chloe, letâs go around the store now! Show me the way!â
In desperation, I decided to get over it and continue my tour of the city, my first time in a different world.
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âThank you, Lord Gerberga.â
And then Serulis hugged both of them.
Serulus nodded satisfactorily to herself.
âDo you have to wait until youâre an adult to start restoring the tribe?â
âYes. I think so.â
âI will help you when the time comes. Donât worry.â
âThank you.â
Luchila wiped away the tears and smiled.
Still, what exactly did you have to do for this restoration?
Was it about the land? Or blood relatives?
In any case, it was clear that Lord Gerberga was incredibly important to it.
I should probably tell Eric now, so he could ensure that the land would be reserved for them.
The rest could be dealt with later.
Milka laughed and said,
âIs that why you didnât want to take a bath? Because you would have to take your clothes off?â
â...Yes.â
âI see. We all thought you just hated baths!â
Milka said as she slapped Luchila repeatedly on the back.
âWe were worried that you liked being dirty!â
âActually...I like baths.â
âI see. Iâm so glad you donât like being dirty.â
But I understood what she meant. It was the opposite of someone who was obsessively clean.
âWell, now that we know the truth, you can bathe with us!â
âYes! That is only right!â
Shia and Kathe said. And so they all went to the bathing room together.
Only the old men and beasts were left.
â...To think that Luchila was a girl. Did you suspect anything, Goran?â
âNot at all. Itâs surprisingly hard to tell, you know.â
âHuh...â
We sighed.
Shia and Niaâs noses aside, even Serulis had realized it.
It made me wonder if my observation abilities were quite low.
As Goran and I drank wine, Grulf came and rested his face on my knee.
Tama was sitting right behind him.
Lord Gerberga came to rest on my shoulder.
âRuck. You were always so popular with animals.â
âReally? Well, maybe you are right.â
âTama, come over here.â
Goran called Tama over and tousled his fur.
After some time, the girls returned.
âRuck. We should take a bath as well!â
âIndeed! We can take our food and drinks with us.â
And so we headed to the bathing room. Grulf and Lord Gerberga followed after us.
Tama didnât like to bathe, and so he followed after Philly.
We drank in the tub and talked.
âI know that I said that I would help, but what do you think needs to be done about Luchilaâs tribe?â
âI donât know. Shouldnât you just let Eric handle everything?â
â...I guess...â
âGahaha!â
Drinks always tasted better once you had nothing left to worry about.
When I went to the dining room with Grulf the next morning, Kathe was there waiting.
She looked very happy for some reason. Her wings were moving.
âWhat is it? You seem to be in a good mood.â
âYes. I want you to look at this.â
So saying, Kathe spread out a large sheet of paper onto the table.
âWhat is it?â
âItâs an organization chart for the Ancient Ruins Protection Committee.â
âHuh.â
She was a very determined dragon to bother to make such a thing.
I wasnât sure about Eric, but Goran and I would never have made it.
There were several departments with a chairperson who sat at the top.
There were titles and names underneath.
âWait a minute.â
âWhat is it? Why am I the chairperson?â
âWhy not? You are perfect for the part.â
âI had thought that you or Eric should do it.â
âBut Eric and I are rulers already. It is an alliance between our two countries, so one cannot have more power than the other, can they?â
There shouldnât be a situation where one of them was above the other.
âThat being said, Iâm also the Grand Duke of the kingdom of Mendilibar. Wouldnât that give our country the upper hand?â
âBut you are a Hero that surpasses boundaries of country or even race. The dragons should not mind.â
â...If you want, I could give you the title of Honorary Wind Dragon Grand Duke...â
âNo, I donât want that.â
Kathe had asked us about personnel the previous day.
So it didnât seem right to dismiss everything she had decided.
If I was going to do that, then I should have spoken up in the beginning.
âI see... So what is this... Chief Advisor Lord Gerberga?â
âThe God Fowl. Of course he should be the Chief Advisor.â
Kathe was the General Secretary and Eric was the chief of the Political Bureau.
I didnât know what it was that they would be doing, but I guess it didnât matter.
There was also Goran, Chief of the Adventurer Bureau and Philly of the Alchemy Bureau.
âAnd why is Milka the Secretary General?â
âBecause I talked with Milka yesterday and discovered that she is a genius.â
âYes. And so I had to give her some office.â
âI see.â
Personally, I didnât even know what the difference between a General Secretary and Secretary General was.
But if this is what Kathe wanted to do, then so be it.
I pretended that I didnât see Grulfâs mysterious office, which simply read, âWolf.â | {
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | Which means that no matter how destructive and terrible violence is, if people see it as their only choice, they will use it.
Most of us are concerned with the level of violence in the world.
But we're not going to end war by telling people that violence is morally wrong.
Instead, we must offer them a tool that's at least as powerful and as effective as violence.
This is the work I do.
For the past 13 years, I've been teaching people in some of the most difficult situations around the world how they can use nonviolent struggle to conduct conflict.
Most people associate this type of action with Gandhi and Martin Luther King.
But people have been using nonviolent action for thousands of years.
In fact, most of the rights that we have today in this country -- as women, as minorities, as workers, as people of different sexual orientations and citizens concerned with the environment -- these rights weren't handed to us.
They were won by people who fought for them and who sacrificed for them.
But because we haven't learned from this history, nonviolent struggle as a technique is widely misunderstood.
I met recently with a group of Ethiopian activists, and they told me something that I hear a lot.
They said they'd already tried nonviolent action, and it hadn't worked.
Years ago they held a protest.
The government arrested everyone, and that was the end of that.
The idea that nonviolent struggle is equivalent to street protests is a real problem.
Because although protests can be a great way to show that people want change, on their own, they don't actually create change -- at least change that is fundamental.
Powerful opponents are not going to give people what they want just because they asked nicely ...
or even not so nicely.
Nonviolent struggle works by destroying an opponent, not physically, but by identifying the institutions that an opponent needs to survive, and then denying them those sources of power.
Nonviolent activists can neutralize the military by causing soldiers to defect.
They can disrupt the economy through strikes and boycotts.
And they can challenge government propaganda There are a variety of methods that can be used to do this.
My colleague and mentor, Gene Sharp, has identified 198 methods of nonviolent action.
And protest is only one.
Let me give you a recent example.
Until a few months ago, Guatemala was ruled by corrupt former military officials with ties to organized crime.
People were generally aware of this, but most of them felt powerless to do anything about it -- until one group of citizens, just 12 regular people, put out a call on Facebook to their friends to meet in the central plaza, holding signs with a message: "Renuncia YA" -- resign already.
To their surprise, 30,000 people showed up.
They stayed there for months as protests spread throughout the country.
At one point, the organizers delivered hundreds of eggs to various government buildings with a message: "to stop corrupt candidates from running for office, you can borrow ours."
President Molina responded by vowing that he would never step down.
And the activists realized that they couldn't just keep protesting and ask the president to resign.
They needed to leave him no choice.
So they organized a general strike, in which people throughout the country refused to work.
In Guatemala City alone, over 400 businesses and schools shut their doors.
Meanwhile, farmers throughout the country blocked major roads.
Within five days, the president, along with dozens of other government officials, resigned already.
I've been greatly inspired by the creativity and bravery of people using nonviolent action in nearly every country in the world.
For example, recently a group of activists in Uganda released a crate of pigs in the streets.
You can see here that the police are confused about what to do with them.
The pigs were painted the color of the ruling party.
One pig was even wearing a hat, a hat that people recognized.
Activists around the world are getting better at grabbing headlines, but these isolated actions do very little if they're not part of a larger strategy.
A general wouldn't march his troops into battle unless he had a plan to win the war.
Yet this is how most of the world's nonviolent movements operate.
Nonviolent struggle is just as complex as military warfare, if not more.
Its participants must be well-trained and have clear objectives, and its leaders must have a strategy of how to achieve those objectives.
The technique of war has been developed over thousands of years with massive resources and some of our best minds dedicated to understanding and improving how it works.
Meanwhile, nonviolent struggle is rarely systematically studied, and even though the number is growing, there are still only a few dozen people in the world who are teaching it.
This is dangerous, because we now know that our old approaches of dealing with conflict are not adequate for the new challenges that we're facing.
The US government recently admitted that it's in a stalemate in its war against ISIS.
But what most people don't know is that people have stood up to ISIS using nonviolent action.
When ISIS captured Mosul in June 2014, they announced that they were putting in place a new public school curriculum, based on their own extremist ideology.
But on the first day of school, not a single child showed up.
Parents simply refused to send them.
They told journalists they would rather homeschool their children than to have them brainwashed.
This is an example of just one act of defiance in just one city.
But what if it was coordinated with the dozens of other acts of nonviolent resistance that have taken place against ISIS?
What if the parents' boycott was part of a larger strategy to identify and cut off the resources that ISIS needs to function; the skilled labor needed to produce food; the engineers needed to extract and refine oil; the media infrastructure and communications networks and transportation systems, and the local businesses that ISIS relies on?
It may be difficult to imagine defeating ISIS with action that is nonviolent.
But it's time we challenge the way we think about conflict and the choices we have in facing it.
Here's an idea worth spreading: let's learn more about where nonviolent action has worked and how we can make it more powerful, just like we do with other systems and technologies that are constantly being refined to better meet human needs.
It may be that we can improve nonviolent action to a point where it is increasingly used in place of war.
Violence as a tool of conflict could then be abandoned in the same way that bows and arrows were, because we have replaced them with weapons that are more effective.
With human innovation, we can make nonviolent struggle more powerful than the newest and latest technologies of war.
The greatest hope for humanity lies not in condemning violence but in making violence obsolete.
Thank you. | {
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(ææ) ãããã¨ãããããžãã | So I'm here to talk to you today about five ways how not to follow your dreams.
One: Believe in overnight success.
You know the story, right?
The tech guy built a mobile app and sold it very fast for a lot of money.
You know, the story may seem real, but I bet it's incomplete.
If you go investigate further, the guy has done 30 apps before and he has done a master's on the topic, a Ph.D.
He has been working on the topic for 20 years.
This is really interesting, I myself have a story in Brazil that people think is an overnight success.
I come from a humble family, and two weeks before the deadline to apply to MIT, I started the application process.
And, voila! I got in.
People may think it's an overnight success, but that only worked because for the 17 years prior to that, I took life and education seriously.
Your overnight success story is always a result of everything you've done in your life through that moment.
Two: Believe someone else has the answers for you.
Constantly, people want to help out, right?
All sorts of people: your family, your friends, your business partners, they all have opinions on which path you should take: "And let me tell you, go through this pipe."
But whenever you go inside, there are other ways you have to pick as well.
And you need to make those decisions yourself.
No one else has the perfect answers for your life.
And you need to keep picking those decisions, right?
The pipes are infinite and you're going to bump your head, and it's a part of the process.
Three, and it's very subtle but very important: Decide to settle when growth is guaranteed.
So when your life is going great, you have put together a great team, and you have growing revenue, and everything is set -- time to settle.
When I launched my first book, I worked really, really hard to distribute it everywhere in Brazil.
With that, over three million people downloaded it, over 50,000 people bought physical copies.
When I wrote a sequel, some impact was guaranteed.
Even if I did little, sales would be okay.
But okay is never okay.
When you're growing towards a peak, you need to work harder than ever and find yourself another peak.
Maybe if I did little, a couple hundred thousand people would read it, and that's great already.
But if I work harder than ever, I can bring this number up to millions.
That's why I decided, with my new book, to go to every single state of Brazil.
And I can already see a higher peak.
There's no time to settle down.
Fourth tip, and that's really important: Believe the fault is someone else's.
I constantly see people saying, "Yes, I had this great idea, but no investor had the vision to invest."
"Oh, I created this great product, but the market is so bad, the sales didn't go well."
Or, "I can't find good talent; my team is so below expectations."
If you have dreams, it's your responsibility to make them happen.
Yes, it may be hard to find talent.
Yes, the market may be bad.
But if no one invested in your idea, if no one bought your product, for sure, there is something there that is your fault.
Definitely.
You need to get your dreams and make them happen.
And no one achieved their goals alone.
But if you didn't make them happen, it's your fault and no one else's.
Be responsible for your dreams.
And one last tip, and this one is really important as well: Believe that the only things that matter are the dreams themselves.
Once I saw an ad, and it was a lot of friends, they were going up a mountain, it was a very high mountain, and it was a lot of work.
You could see that they were sweating and this was tough.
And they were going up, and they finally made it to the peak.
Of course, they decided to celebrate, right?
I'm going to celebrate, so, "Yes! We made it, we're at the top!"
Two seconds later, one looks at the other and says, "Okay, let's go down."
Life is never about the goals themselves.
Life is about the journey.
Yes, you should enjoy the goals themselves, but people think that you have dreams, and whenever you get to reaching one of those dreams, it's a magical place where happiness will be all around.
But achieving a dream is a momentary sensation, and your life is not.
The only way to really achieve all of your dreams is to fully enjoy every step of your journey.
That's the best way.
And your journey is simple -- it's made of steps.
Some steps will be right on.
Sometimes you will trip.
If it's right on, celebrate, because some people wait a lot to celebrate.
And if you tripped, turn that into something to learn.
If every step becomes something to learn or something to celebrate, you will for sure enjoy the journey.
So, five tips: Believe in overnight success, believe someone else has the answers for you, believe that when growth is guaranteed, you should settle down, believe the fault is someone else's, and believe that only the goals themselves matter.
Believe me, if you do that, you will destroy your dreams.
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My grandfather taught me to work with wood when I was a little boy, and he also taught me the idea that if you cut down a tree to turn it into something, honor that tree's life and make it as beautiful as you possibly can.
My little boy reminded me that for all the technology and all the toys in the world, sometimes just a small block of wood, if you stack it up tall, actually is an incredibly inspiring thing.
These are my buildings.
I build all around the world out of our office in Vancouver and New York.
And we build buildings of different sizes and styles and different materials, depending on where we are.
But wood is the material that I love the most, and I'm going to tell you the story about wood.
And part of the reason I love it is that every time people go into my buildings that are wood, I notice they react completely differently.
I've never seen anybody walk into one of my buildings and hug a steel or a concrete column, but I've actually seen that happen in a wood building.
I've actually seen how people touch the wood, and I think there's a reason for it.
Just like snowflakes, no two pieces of wood can ever be the same anywhere on Earth.
That's a wonderful thing.
I like to think that wood gives Mother Nature fingerprints in our buildings.
It's Mother Nature's fingerprints that make our buildings connect us to nature in the built environment.
Now, I live in Vancouver, near a forest that grows to 33 stories tall.
Down the coast here in California, the redwood forest grows to 40 stories tall.
But the buildings that we think about in wood are only four stories tall in most places on Earth.
Even building codes actually limit the ability for us to build much taller than four stories in many places, and that's true here in the United States.
Now there are exceptions, but there needs to be some exceptions, and things are going to change, I'm hoping.
And the reason I think that way is that today half of us live in cities, and that number is going to grow to 75 percent.
Cities and density mean that our buildings are going to continue to be big, and I think there's a role for wood to play in cities.
And I feel that way because three billion people in the world today, over the next 20 years, will need a new home.
That's 40 percent of the world that are going to need a new building built for them in the next 20 years.
Now, one in three people living in cities today actually live in a slum.
That's one billion people in the world live in slums.
A hundred million people in the world are homeless.
The scale of the challenge for architects and for society to deal with in building is to find a solution to house these people.
But the challenge is, as we move to cities, cities are built in these two materials, steel and concrete, and they're great materials.
They're the materials of the last century.
But they're also materials with very high energy and very high greenhouse gas emissions in their process.
Steel represents about three percent of man's greenhouse gas emissions, and concrete is over five percent.
So if you think about that, eight percent of our contribution to greenhouse gases today comes from those two materials alone.
We don't think about it a lot, and unfortunately, we actually don't even think about buildings, I think, as much as we should.
This is a U.S. statistic about the impact of greenhouse gases.
Almost half of our greenhouse gases are related to the building industry, and if we look at energy, it's the same story.
You'll notice that transportation's sort of second down that list, but that's the conversation we mostly hear about.
And although a lot of that is about energy, it's also so much about carbon.
The problem I see is that, ultimately, the clash of how we solve that problem of serving those three billion people that need a home, and climate change, are a head-on collision about to happen, or already happening.
That challenge means that we have to start thinking in new ways, and I think wood is going to be part of that solution, and I'm going to tell you the story of why.
As an architect, wood is the only material, big material, that I can build with that's already grown by the power of the sun.
When a tree grows in the forest and gives off oxygen and soaks up carbon dioxide, and it dies and it falls to the forest floor, it gives that carbon dioxide back to the atmosphere or into the ground.
If it burns in a forest fire, it's going to give that carbon back to the atmosphere as well.
But if you take that wood and you put it into a building or into a piece of furniture or into that wooden toy, it actually has an amazing capacity to store the carbon and provide us with a sequestration.
One cubic meter of wood will store one tonne of carbon dioxide.
Now our two solutions to climate are obviously to reduce our emissions and find storage.
Wood is the only major material building material I can build with that actually does both those two things.
So I believe that we have an ethic that the Earth grows our food, and we need to move to an ethic in this century that the Earth should grow our homes.
Now, how are we going to do that when we're urbanizing at this rate and we think about wood buildings only at four stories?
We need to reduce the concrete and steel and we need to grow bigger, and what we've been working on is 30-story tall buildings made of wood.
We've been engineering them with an engineer named Eric Karsh who works with me on it, and we've been doing this new work because there are new wood products out there for us to use, and we call them mass timber panels.
These are panels made with young trees, small growth trees, small pieces of wood glued together to make panels that are enormous: eight feet wide, 64 feet long, and of various thicknesses.
The way I describe this best, I've found, is to say that we're all used to two-by-four construction when we think about wood.
That's what people jump to as a conclusion.
Two-by-four construction is sort of like the little eight-dot bricks of Lego that we all played with as kids, and you can make all kinds of cool things out of Lego at that size, and out of two-by-fours.
But do remember when you were a kid, and you kind of sifted through the pile in your basement, and you found that big 24-dot brick of Lego, and you were kind of like, "Cool, this is awesome. I can build something really big, and this is going to be great."
That's the change.
Mass timber panels are those 24-dot bricks.
They're changing the scale of what we can do, and what we've developed is something we call FFTT, which is a Creative Commons solution to building a very flexible system of building with these large panels where we tilt up six stories at a time if we want to.
This animation shows you how the building goes together in a very simple way, but these buildings are available for architects and engineers now to build on for different cultures in the world, different architectural styles and characters.
In order for us to build safely, we've engineered these buildings, actually, to work in a Vancouver context, where we're a high seismic zone, even at 30 stories tall.
Now obviously, every time I bring this up, people even, you know, here at the conference, say, "Are you serious? Thirty stories? How's that going to happen?"
And there's a lot of really good questions that are asked and important questions that we spent quite a long time working on the answers to as we put together our report and the peer reviewed report.
I'm just going to focus on a few of them, and let's start with fire, because I think fire is probably the first one that you're all thinking about right now.
Fair enough.
And the way I describe it is this.
If I asked you to take a match and light it and hold up a log and try to get that log to go on fire, it doesn't happen, right? We all know that.
But to build a fire, you kind of start with small pieces of wood and you work your way up, and eventually you can add the log to the fire, and when you do add the log to the fire, of course, it burns, but it burns slowly.
Well, mass timber panels, these new products that we're using, are much like the log.
It's hard to start them on fire, and when they do, they actually burn extraordinarily predictably, and we can use fire science in order to predict and make these buildings as safe as concrete and as safe as steel.
The next big issue, deforestation.
Eighteen percent of our contribution to greenhouse gas emissions worldwide is the result of deforestation.
The last thing we want to do is cut down trees.
Or, the last thing we want to do is cut down the wrong trees.
There are models for sustainable forestry that allow us to cut trees properly, and those are the only trees appropriate to use for these kinds of systems.
Now I actually think that these ideas will change the economics of deforestation.
In countries with deforestation issues, we need to find a way to provide better value for the forest and actually encourage people to make money through very fast growth cycles -- 10-, 12-, 15-year-old trees that make these products and allow us to build at this scale.
We've calculated a 20-story building: We'll grow enough wood in North America every 13 minutes.
That's how much it takes.
The carbon story here is a really good one.
If we built a 20-story building out of cement and concrete, the process would result in the manufacturing of that cement and 1,200 tonnes of carbon dioxide.
If we did it in wood, in this solution, we'd sequester about 3,100 tonnes, for a net difference of 4,300 tonnes.
That's the equivalent of about 900 cars removed from the road in one year.
Think back to that three billion people that need a new home, and maybe this is a contributor to reducing.
We're at the beginning of a revolution, I hope, in the way we build, because this is the first new way to build a skyscraper in probably 100 years or more.
But the challenge is changing society's perception of possibility, and it's a huge challenge.
The engineering is, truthfully, the easy part of this.
And the way I describe it is this.
The first skyscraper, technically -- and the definition of a skyscraper is 10 stories tall, believe it or not â but the first skyscraper was this one in Chicago, and people were terrified to walk underneath this building.
But only four years after it was built, Gustave Eiffel was building the Eiffel Tower, and as he built the Eiffel Tower, he changed the skylines of the cities of the world, changed and created a competition between places like New York City and Chicago, where developers started building bigger and bigger buildings and pushing the envelope up higher and higher with better and better engineering.
We built this model in New York, actually, as a theoretical model on the campus of a technical university soon to come, and the reason we picked this site to just show you what these buildings may look like, because the exterior can change.
It's really just the structure that we're talking about.
The reason we picked it is because this is a technical university, and I believe that wood is the most technologically advanced material I can build with.
It just happens to be that Mother Nature holds the patent, and we don't really feel comfortable with it.
But that's the way it should be, nature's fingerprints in the built environment. I'm looking for this opportunity to create an Eiffel Tower moment, we call it.
Buildings are starting to go up around the world.
There's a building in London that's nine stories, a new building that just finished in Australia that I believe is 10 or 11.
We're starting to push the height up of these wood buildings, and we're hoping, and I'm hoping, that my hometown of Vancouver actually potentially announces the world's tallest at around 20 stories in the not-so-distant future.
That Eiffel Tower moment will break the ceiling, these arbitrary ceilings of height, and allow wood buildings to join the competition.
And I believe the race is ultimately on.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | Imagine that it's 4,000 years into the future.
Civilization as we know it has ceased to exist -- no books, no electronic devices, no Facebook or Twitter.
All knowledge of the English language and the English alphabet has been lost.
Now imagine archeologists digging through the rubble of one of our cities.
What might they find?
Well perhaps some rectangular pieces of plastic with strange symbols on them.
Perhaps some circular pieces of metal.
Maybe some cylindrical containers with some symbols on them.
And perhaps one archeologist becomes an instant celebrity when she discovers -- massive versions of these same symbols.
Now let's ask ourselves, what could such artifacts say about us to people 4,000 years into the future?
This is no hypothetical question.
In fact, this is exactly the kind of question we're faced with when we try to understand the Indus Valley civilization, which existed 4,000 years ago.
The Indus civilization was roughly contemporaneous with the much better known Egyptian and the Mesopotamian civilizations, but it was actually much larger than either of these two civilizations.
It occupied the area of approximately one million square kilometers, covering what is now Pakistan, Northwestern India and parts of Afghanistan and Iran.
Given that it was such a vast civilization, you might expect to find really powerful rulers, kings, and huge monuments glorifying these powerful kings.
In fact, what archeologists have found is none of that.
They've found small objects such as these.
Here's an example of one of these objects.
Well obviously this is a replica.
But who is this person?
A king? A god?
A priest?
Or perhaps an ordinary person like you or me?
We don't know.
But the Indus people also left behind artifacts with writing on them.
Well no, not pieces of plastic, but stone seals, copper tablets, pottery and, surprisingly, one large sign board, which was found buried near the gate of a city.
Now we don't know if it says Hollywood, or even Bollywood for that matter.
In fact, we don't even know what any of these objects say, and that's because the Indus script is undeciphered.
We don't know what any of these symbols mean.
The symbols are most commonly found on seals.
So you see up there one such object.
It's the square object with the unicorn-like animal on it.
Now that's a magnificent piece of art.
So how big do you think that is?
Perhaps that big?
Or maybe that big?
Well let me show you.
Here's a replica of one such seal.
It's only about one inch by one inch in size -- pretty tiny.
So what were these used for?
We know that these were used for stamping clay tags that were attached to bundles of goods that were sent from one place to the other.
So you know those packing slips you get on your FedEx boxes?
These were used to make those kinds of packing slips.
You might wonder what these objects contain in terms of their text.
or some information about the goods that are being sent from one place to the other -- we don't know.
We need to decipher the script to answer that question.
Deciphering the script is not just an intellectual puzzle; with the politics and the cultural history of South Asia.
In fact, the script has become a battleground of sorts between three different groups of people.
First, there's a group of people who are very passionate in their belief that the Indus script does not represent a language at all.
These people believe that the symbols are very similar to the kind of symbols you find on traffic signs or the emblems you find on shields.
There's a second group of people who believe that the Indus script represents an Indo-European language.
If you look at a map of India today, you'll see that most of the languages spoken in North India belong to the Indo-European language family.
So some people believe that the Indus script represents an ancient Indo-European language such as Sanskrit.
There's a last group of people who believe that the Indus people were the ancestors of people living in South India today.
These people believe that the Indus script represents an ancient form of the Dravidian language family, which is the language family spoken in much of South India today.
And the proponents of this theory point to that small pocket of Dravidian-speaking people in the North, actually near Afghanistan, and they say that perhaps, sometime in the past, Dravidian languages were spoken all over India and that this suggests that the Indus civilization is perhaps also Dravidian.
Which of these hypotheses can be true?
We don't know, but perhaps if you deciphered the script, you would be able to answer this question.
But deciphering the script is a very challenging task.
First, there's no Rosetta Stone.
I don't mean the software; I mean an ancient artifact that contains in the same text both a known text and an unknown text.
We don't have such an artifact for the Indus script.
And furthermore, we don't even know what language they spoke.
And to make matters even worse, most of the text that we have are extremely short.
So as I showed you, they're usually found on these seals that are very, very tiny.
And so given these formidable obstacles, one might wonder and worry whether one will ever be able to decipher the Indus script.
In the rest of my talk, I'd like to tell you about how I learned to stop worrying and love the challenge posed by the Indus script.
I've always been fascinated by the Indus script ever since I read about it in a middle school textbook.
And why was I fascinated?
Well it's the last major undeciphered script in the ancient world.
My career path led me to become a computational neuroscientist, so in my day job, I create computer models of the brain to try to understand how the brain makes predictions, how the brain makes decisions, how the brain learns and so on.
But in 2007, my path crossed again with the Indus script.
That's when I was in India, and I had the wonderful opportunity to meet with some Indian scientists who were using computer models to try to analyze the script.
And so it was then that I realized there was an opportunity for me to collaborate with these scientists, and so I jumped at that opportunity.
And I'd like to describe some of the results that we have found.
Or better yet, let's all collectively decipher.
Are you ready?
The first thing that you need to do when you have an undeciphered script is try to figure out the direction of writing.
Here are two texts that contain some symbols on them.
Can you tell me if the direction of writing is right to left or left to right?
I'll give you a couple of seconds.
Okay. Right to left, how many? Okay.
Okay. Left to right?
Oh, it's almost 50/50. Okay.
The answer is: if you look at the left-hand side of the two texts, you'll notice that there's a cramping of signs, and it seems like 4,000 years ago, when the scribe was writing from right to left, they ran out of space.
And so they had to cram the sign.
One of the signs is also below the text on the top.
This suggests the direction of writing was probably from right to left, and so that's one of the first things we know, that directionality is a very key aspect of linguistic scripts.
And the Indus script now has this particular property.
What other properties of language does the script show?
Languages contain patterns.
If I give you the letter Q and ask you to predict the next letter, what do you think that would be?
Most of you said U, which is right.
Now if I asked you to predict one more letter, what do you think that would be?
Now there's several thoughts. There's E. It could be I. It could be A, but certainly not B, C or D, right?
The Indus script also exhibits similar kinds of patterns.
There's a lot of text that start with this diamond-shaped symbol.
And this in turn tends to be followed by this quotation marks-like symbol.
And this is very similar to a Q and U example.
This symbol can in turn be followed by these fish-like symbols and some other signs, but never by these other signs at the bottom.
And furthermore, there's some signs that really prefer the end of texts, such as this jar-shaped sign, and this sign, in fact, happens to be the most frequently occurring sign in the script.
Given such patterns, here was our idea.
The idea was to use a computer to learn these patterns, and so we gave the computer the existing texts.
of which symbols tend to occur together and which symbols tend to follow each other.
Given the computer model, we can test the model by essentially quizzing it.
So we could deliberately erase some symbols, and we can ask it to predict the missing symbols.
Here are some examples.
You may regard this as perhaps the most ancient game of Wheel of Fortune.
What we found was that the computer was successful in 75 percent of the cases in predicting the correct symbol.
In the rest of the cases, typically the second best guess or third best guess was the right answer.
There's also practical use for this particular procedure.
There's a lot of these texts that are damaged.
Here's an example of one such text.
And we can use the computer model now to try to complete this text and make a best guess prediction.
Here's an example of a symbol that was predicted.
And this could be really useful as we try to decipher the script by generating more data that we can analyze.
Now here's one other thing you can do with the computer model.
So imagine a monkey sitting at a keyboard.
I think you might get a random jumble of letters that looks like this.
Such a random jumble of letters is said to have a very high entropy.
This is a physics and information theory term.
But just imagine it's a really random jumble of letters.
How many of you have ever spilled coffee on a keyboard?
You might have encountered the stuck-key problem -- so basically the same symbol being repeated over and over again.
This kind of a sequence is said to have a very low entropy because there's no variation at all.
Language, on the other hand, has an intermediate level of entropy; it's neither too rigid, nor is it too random.
What about the Indus script?
Here's a graph that plots the entropies of a whole bunch of sequences.
At the very top you find the uniformly random sequence, which is a random jumble of letters -- and interestingly, we also find the DNA sequence from the human genome and instrumental music.
And both of these are very, very flexible, which is why you find them in the very high range.
At the lower end of the scale, you find a rigid sequence, a sequence of all A's, and you also find a computer program, in this case in the language Fortran, which obeys really strict rules.
Linguistic scripts occupy the middle range.
Now what about the Indus script?
We found that the Indus script actually falls within the range of the linguistic scripts.
When this result was first published, it was highly controversial.
There were people who raised a hue and cry, and these people were the ones who believed that the Indus script does not represent language.
I even started to get some hate mail.
My students said that I should really seriously consider getting some protection.
Who'd have thought that deciphering could be a dangerous profession?
What does this result really show?
It shows that the Indus script shares an important property of language.
So, as the old saying goes, if it looks like a linguistic script and it acts like a linguistic script, then perhaps we may have a linguistic script on our hands.
What other evidence is there that the script could actually encode language?
Well linguistic scripts can actually encode multiple languages.
So for example, here's the same sentence written in English and the same sentence written in Dutch using the same letters of the alphabet.
If you don't know Dutch and you only know English and I give you some words in Dutch, you'll tell me that these words contain some very unusual patterns.
Some things are not right, and you'll say these words are probably not English words.
The same thing happens in the case of the Indus script.
The computer found several texts -- two of them are shown here -- that have very unusual patterns.
So for example the first text: there's a doubling of this jar-shaped sign.
This sign is the most frequently-occurring sign in the Indus script, and it's only in this text that it occurs as a doubling pair.
Why is that the case?
We went back and looked at where these particular texts were found, and it turns out that they were found very, very far away from the Indus Valley.
They were found in present day Iraq and Iran.
And why were they found there?
What I haven't told you is that the Indus people were very, very enterprising.
They used to trade with people pretty far away from where they lived, and so in this case, they were traveling by sea all the way to Mesopotamia, present-day Iraq.
And what seems to have happened here is that the Indus traders, the merchants, were using this script to write a foreign language.
It's just like our English and Dutch example.
And that would explain why we have these strange patterns that are very different from the kinds of patterns you see in the text that are found within the Indus Valley.
This suggests that the same script, the Indus script, could be used to write different languages.
The results we have so far seem to point to the conclusion that the Indus script probably does represent language.
If it does represent language, then how do we read the symbols?
That's our next big challenge.
So you'll notice that many of the symbols look like pictures of humans, of insects, of fishes, of birds.
Most ancient scripts use the rebus principle, which is, using pictures to represent words.
So as an example, here's a word.
Can you write it using pictures?
I'll give you a couple seconds.
Got it?
Okay. Great.
Here's my solution.
You could use the picture of a bee followed by a picture of a leaf -- and that's "belief," right.
There could be other solutions.
In the case of the Indus script, the problem is the reverse.
You have to figure out the sounds of each of these pictures such that the entire sequence makes sense.
So this is just like a crossword puzzle, except that this is the mother of all crossword puzzles because the stakes are so high if you solve it.
My colleagues, Iravatham Mahadevan and Asko Parpola, have been making some headway on this particular problem.
And I'd like to give you a quick example of Parpola's work.
Here's a really short text.
It contains seven vertical strokes followed by this fish-like sign.
for stamping clay tags that were attached to bundles of goods, so it's quite likely that these tags, at least some of them, contain names of merchants.
And it turns out that in India there's a long tradition of names being based on horoscopes and star constellations present at the time of birth.
In Dravidian languages, the word for fish is "meen" which happens to sound just like the word for star.
And so seven stars would stand for "elu meen," which is the Dravidian word for the Big Dipper star constellation.
Similarly, there's another sequence of six stars, and that translates to "aru meen," which is the old Dravidian name for the star constellation Pleiades.
And finally, there's other combinations, such as this fish sign with something that looks like a roof on top of it.
And that could be translated into "mey meen," which is the old Dravidian name for the planet Saturn.
So that was pretty exciting.
It looks like we're getting somewhere.
that these seals contain Dravidian names based on planets and star constellations?
Well not yet.
So we have no way of validating these particular readings, but if more and more of these readings start making sense, and if longer and longer sequences appear to be correct, then we know that we are on the right track.
Today, we can write a word such as TED in Egyptian hieroglyphics and in cuneiform script, because both of these were deciphered in the 19th century.
The decipherment of these two scripts enabled these civilizations to speak to us again directly.
The Mayans started speaking to us in the 20th century, but the Indus civilization remains silent.
Why should we care?
The Indus civilization does not belong to just the South Indians or the North Indians or the Pakistanis; it belongs to all of us.
These are our ancestors -- yours and mine. They were silenced by an unfortunate accident of history.
If we decipher the script, we would enable them to speak to us again.
What would they tell us?
What would we find out about them? About us?
I can't wait to find out.
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After activating the skill, a translucent screen and keyboard emerged before my eyes, the same way they did during âĒDungeon CreateâĢ. On the screen was something in the shape of a black mist... or to put it another way, it was myself.
Thus, from an impartial standpoint, my appearance and outline should be described in the following manner:
ãģKing of the Devouring Black Mist
The âĒUntitledâĢ Demon King of the Dungeon.
He assumed two forms: a mist version and a human version.
In his misty appearance, he was merely a conglomeration of black mist. When presented in human form, he bore black hair, black eyes, and donned a black attire with skin that reminded one of a summer tan in a sandpit.
No further information regarding this figure can be obtained at this time due to a lack of information.
â...Ah, yes. Thatâs only reasonable. It hasnât even hit a day yet, so thereâs no way a detailed description can be found here.â
Even though I felt slightly disappointed, I will let it slide.
âSo, for the time being, letâs start with the ones I can create.â
With my keyboard, I drew up a screen where I could select the monsters to be summoned.
On the screen, there was a monster. The only way ahead would be to summon this monster first apparently.
âWell, Iâll verify all the information available to me before creating it.â
I opened the description of the monster before reading it.
ãģFog
A mischievous spirit-like humanoid demon with a height of roughly cm.
The body is composed of a thin haze of magical power.
Despite its meagre potency, it can proliferate indefinitely provided there is enough magical power in the air.
Summoning cost: MP per unit.
This seemed to be an existence like a blue amorphous creature in a certain national RPG.
In other words, it could be labeled as a demon that matched my characteristics as the monster was a Fog. After all, I myself was composed of mist.
âAt any rate... if it expends nothing but MP, Iâll spawn a hundred or so of them.â
With the sensation of magic power slipping out of my body, a magic circle arose around me, from which Fogs were born along with the light.
âKyahahahaâ, âWahy wahyâ, âBooom booom!â
I instructed them to either stay quiet or leave the area, despite not knowing if they could obey my instructions.
As expected, they all wandered off. In any event, knowing that they can listen to what I told them to do was reassuring for me.
âNow, as for the demon that is produced by this... yes. The number is increasing.â
ãģThin Mist Wolf
Approximately meter in length, beast-like wolf-type magical demon.
They are constantly enveloped by a thin mist that rendered them difficult to be perceived under the proper circumstances.
Summoning cost: each for HP, MP, and SP per unit.
ãģSwamp Flying Fish
About 0.7m long, fish-like flying fish-type magical demon.
This demonic creature lurks in swamps and when this demonic creature spots a target, it either strikes it with its body or lashes out with its sharp, sword-like fins. The speed of their strikes can exceed 100 km/h.
Summoning cost: 3 HP and 3 SP each per unit.
Prerequisite for creation: the existence of a swamp or a similar environment.
About 1 meter in length, insect-like, jagged, and a demonic creature.
Once it discovers a prey concealing in the water, it shoots water bullets at the prey to deprive them of their sense of balance and then devours the preyâs flesh. Upon growth, it evolves into a Devilâs Darning Needle [i] .
Summoning cost: 7 each for HP, MP, and SP per unit.
Prerequisite for creation: existence of a watering-place or a similar environment.
What about its creation? It seemed that all the details wonât be known until I actually had a look at it anyway...
âSo, letâs proceed.â
With those words, a magic circle was conjured around me, exactly like before, and from there, demonic entities were cast into existence along with the light. So, how did I feel about each of them?
Thin Mist Wolf: The mist obscures the intricacies of the wolfâs appearance, but it looks like something Iâd like to stroke. When it first surfaced, I involuntarily stroked it in a single motion. I mean, they have such soft fur and cute eyes. Not to mention the way it coos and rubs up against me when I approach it! Cuteness is justice, indeed!
Swamp Flying Fish: I tested it out and their flight is incredibly swift. It would have been quite frightening if it had suddenly burst out of the fog at that speed.
Disarray Dragonfly: Gross. I mean, it was shockingly gruesome. I used to believe that insects are bearable solely because of their size, but Iâve now revised my view. Regardless, after seeing it, I stroke the Thin Mist Wolf and let it soothe my soul.
Following that, I released these guys into the dungeon at random, just as I did with the Fogs.
Hmm? The sustenance of these guys? Apparently, as long as it is just a matter of living, all that is required is possessing magical power, just like me. Though it appears that they need to ingest meat for their multiplication and growth. But of course, cannibalism shall be prohibited. It is said that cannibalism will only reduce the number of them, and it will be of no benefit.
âWith this, I have summoned all of them, and my HP is still sufficient, so letâs move on with the dungeon.â
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Over the subsequent period of time, I had to keep the mist from escaping by utilizing the entrance as a rest area and erecting an airlock-like structure to facilitate restriction of the number of people. I decided to adopt the name Kurokiri [ii] externally and installed trees and ivy that would grow in the swamp. While elaboration will not be given, I devoted my time to implementing several traps appropriate to some of the enemies, stroking the Thin Mist Wolves, increasing their numbers, holding a festival of stroking the wolves, and upgrading the number of demonic creatures and terrain effects.
And by the time I was aware of it, a year has passed since I was transformed into a Demon King. | {
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