Tiffania's roughly the same age as Louise, so that bit of heretical affair with a xeno has already happened.
...with a plan like that, do you actually need a reason not to do it?
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
YES!
I liked Tiffania. Granted, I only watched the anime a long time ago, but she seemed nice.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
- Pronouns
- she/her
This interaction is a dead horse in more ways than just humor. It makes no sense for Wardes to still feel nervous about these threats when Henry has been doing this since he was nine, has never backed up any of his edgelord 'promises', and Wardes himself has far superior magical abilities to Henry.
Wardes is not one of Henry's innocent freshmen groupies. There is no way in hell he doesn't already know what that Inn is for.
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
He probably does, but does he know about the certain proprietor inside?
Chapter Twenty-Three
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Twenty-Three
There was no difference between using a staff, or a wand, if not for what concerned concentration. Nobles who did not seek a military training usually learned how to wield staves, because they were the closer equivalent to a noble's walking stick, so to speak. Nobles who wanted to join the military instead trained with wands. As I took deep breaths, I closed my eyes. The lessons were over for the day, and I had quietly slipped away to reach for the nearby forest.
I extended my wand arm, feeling the shimmering silence around me grow. Menvil could discern people through heat alone by using fire magic. I understood that Wardes had become a Line Mage because he trained, rather than just leave it to the school to teach him what he needed to know. It was, in the end, a matter of Will.
Great emotions could transform a dot-mage like Malicorne through jealousy alone into a powerful thunder-caster, without even needed to chant his spells to boot, so if it weren't for how nobility was supposed to keep their emotions bottled up, perhaps there would be more powerful mages around.
Even sadness worked, misery, strife-everything that could elicit an emotion worked, if with varying results. Unfortunately, one couldn't really practice it where other people stood to watch.
"I am at peace," I said gently, moving my wand. "And now I am...not? Let's think...memories, memories that birth anger..." I gritted my teeth. There were a lot of things someone could get angry about. No coffee, no internet, no decently written porn-hell, the vast amount of religious teachings I had to memorize when I was young-but those were annoyances. Annoyances at most, nothing worth getting angry over. My level of patience was legendary. It took a lot to get me angry. It really took a lot, a lot of stuff, a lot of-
My throat constricted as my eyes narrowed. The churning feeling in my guts twisted my stomach as my mouth hung half-open, a scream kept bottled down until it could be held no longer.
The tree in front of me had no guilt, but that of being the closest target. The bark around it exploded as it twisted, deep gashes digging into it as my screaming chant made me lose control on pretty much all the words that I was supposed to say, and that yet came out all the same.
I gasped for air at the end of it, wheezing as my hands went on to hold my knees. This was impractical. This was definitely impractical. I had no doubt that it was strong, but at the same time, it was also impractical. "I'm beat," I mumbled as I decided to leave decency to the wolves and sit down on the ground, my back against another tree, watching the end result of my spell on the tree itself. "But in this world...Charles, Duke D'Orleans-he managed things far earlier than me," I gritted my teeth. "And I have no excuse. My body is young, but my mind is not." I narrowed my eyes. "I should be the best-the first. If I'm not-then it's because I haven't trained enough."
I slowly got back up. "If my willpower's all drained up, then I just need to fire it right back up! Come on, think positive!" I slapped my cheeks, "Something positive-something nice-" I hummed thoughtfully as I crossed my hands in front of my chest, "lewd? No, doesn't work. Misery? Sadness? Jealousy-nope, not doing a thing," I sighed. "I wonder..." I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. In the silence of the forest, I began to chuckle and then laugh.
Funny thoughts, jokes-the sort of stuff a prim and proper noble would never think of-and as I laughed, I felt the seeping sensation of something stir and lurk. I laughed, and tears came unbidden from the corners of my eyes as I dropped my head against the ground, my heart drumming loudly even as my willpower filled itself back up.
"Have a laugh," I whispered, "It heals all sad things," I narrowed my eyes, "And if it doesn't-then just hate. I am...pfft...hatemon!" I chuckled, rolling right and left on the dirt, "So shameful-I got my clothes all dirty, but who cares! Ah-liberating! Being alone in the forest-no one to look, no one to bother me-I can scream, laugh, burn the world to cinders and bath in the blood of a hundred innocents and no one will dare stop me! Ah! Yes-eighth grader syndrome-everything that makes me giggle and laugh-I can think and say it all-"
I stopped laughing and simply stared at the top of the trees, the branches with their leaves rustling to the wind.
I raised my hand to the sky, the rays of the sun caressing the fingers and giving the skin a rosy pink coloration.
"Stand up and fight," I grumbled as I pushed myself back up, dusting the dirt off my clothes and lifting my wand once more. "Now, on to most heretical chanting! Let's see..." my eyes narrowed, my powerful eighth grader syndrome rising up to untold levels.
"Skewering winds of darkness and hatred," I snarled, "answer the call of your master, pierce and murder, slash and destroy!" twisting blades of wind spread out from the tip of my wand, but remained in close proximity to the tip of the wand itself. I sighed as I allowed the spell to disperse, cutting off the flow of Willpower. "Blades of wind, skewer my foes, thrown by my will upon their heretic flesh!" as I twisted and thrust the wand forward, all that I managed was to lift a bit of dirt from the ground as some bits and pieces of bark rattled off the tree.
"Well," I grumbled, "It's still progress, I guess." I stomped my right foot on the ground as I thrust my wand forth, "Thundering blades of air, answer the call of your lord, by the will of the all-mighty sky, come slice those who block my path to victory!" as I then proceeded to upwards-swing my wand, there was a soft crackling sound -like a pop- which was soon followed by the bark of the tree in front of me rattling and losing some bits and pieces of it.
It wasn't anything worthy of being called lethal to begin with.
"Let's see...let's try earth," I closed my eyes, the element of earth rumbling its presence in the back of my head as I lifted my wand in front of me. "I conjure you forth, sword tempered of the ground's materials-iron is what I need, and you shall be my blade," as I twisted my wand, an iron sword popped out from thin air, slamming down at my feet. When thinking of swords, of course my mind wandered to a sword with a guard. A pretty simple instrument of battle, with the tip sharp and the edges somewhat blunt. I gripped and lifted it, huffing as the weight was quite well proportioned -if I could say so myself.
I then threw it in the air, and lifted my wand to catch it. One couldn't double-cast, but if one spell lingered -like the summoning of a sword for a few minutes- then one could cast other spells after it. "Rotate, spin, drive yourself in the heart of my foes-come by my command, lance of the heavens-" I chanted, "twisting until the heart is dug out-that is my decree, that is my final will!" I thrust my wand forth, and the sword embedded itself with a sick thunk into the bark, twisting and rotating as bits and pieces of wood flew in all directions until it finally came a halt, dug only a few centimeters into the bark of the tree.
It then fell down on the ground uselessly.
"Once more!" I said to myself, "With passion!" I struck a pose, the sheer embarrassment enough to make my face heat, and my willpower to bubble a bit. "It's the eye of the tiger, that shines in the night, dadada, dadadum, dadadadaaaa," I sang as I struck another pose, recovering the blade with my magic and repeating the chant and the process itself.
I would reach Square magic.
Even if I had to strike silly poses and laugh at the silliest of things-I would reach the highest levels, and achieve the greatest of powers.
It was obvious, so caught up in this sort of training, that I didn't realize just how much time had passed until the sky began to turn orange.
I returned just in time to feign having gone horse riding around the fields, and nobody questioned me about it -or about the incredible amount of dirt and dust that covered most of my body. I did take a bath before heading to dinner -I was no savage, after all.
"Showers," I mumbled to myself as a servant threw a bucket of water over my head, while I stood in a large bath. "I must invent showers."
"Your grace, your arm if you would-" and as I extended my arm, the servant began to wash it.
...
First order of business with my illegally obtained money would be the creation of showers.
How hard could it be to make them a reality?
There was no difference between using a staff, or a wand, if not for what concerned concentration. Nobles who did not seek a military training usually learned how to wield staves, because they were the closer equivalent to a noble's walking stick, so to speak. Nobles who wanted to join the military instead trained with wands. As I took deep breaths, I closed my eyes. The lessons were over for the day, and I had quietly slipped away to reach for the nearby forest.
I extended my wand arm, feeling the shimmering silence around me grow. Menvil could discern people through heat alone by using fire magic. I understood that Wardes had become a Line Mage because he trained, rather than just leave it to the school to teach him what he needed to know. It was, in the end, a matter of Will.
Great emotions could transform a dot-mage like Malicorne through jealousy alone into a powerful thunder-caster, without even needed to chant his spells to boot, so if it weren't for how nobility was supposed to keep their emotions bottled up, perhaps there would be more powerful mages around.
Even sadness worked, misery, strife-everything that could elicit an emotion worked, if with varying results. Unfortunately, one couldn't really practice it where other people stood to watch.
"I am at peace," I said gently, moving my wand. "And now I am...not? Let's think...memories, memories that birth anger..." I gritted my teeth. There were a lot of things someone could get angry about. No coffee, no internet, no decently written porn-hell, the vast amount of religious teachings I had to memorize when I was young-but those were annoyances. Annoyances at most, nothing worth getting angry over. My level of patience was legendary. It took a lot to get me angry. It really took a lot, a lot of stuff, a lot of-
My throat constricted as my eyes narrowed. The churning feeling in my guts twisted my stomach as my mouth hung half-open, a scream kept bottled down until it could be held no longer.
The tree in front of me had no guilt, but that of being the closest target. The bark around it exploded as it twisted, deep gashes digging into it as my screaming chant made me lose control on pretty much all the words that I was supposed to say, and that yet came out all the same.
I gasped for air at the end of it, wheezing as my hands went on to hold my knees. This was impractical. This was definitely impractical. I had no doubt that it was strong, but at the same time, it was also impractical. "I'm beat," I mumbled as I decided to leave decency to the wolves and sit down on the ground, my back against another tree, watching the end result of my spell on the tree itself. "But in this world...Charles, Duke D'Orleans-he managed things far earlier than me," I gritted my teeth. "And I have no excuse. My body is young, but my mind is not." I narrowed my eyes. "I should be the best-the first. If I'm not-then it's because I haven't trained enough."
I slowly got back up. "If my willpower's all drained up, then I just need to fire it right back up! Come on, think positive!" I slapped my cheeks, "Something positive-something nice-" I hummed thoughtfully as I crossed my hands in front of my chest, "lewd? No, doesn't work. Misery? Sadness? Jealousy-nope, not doing a thing," I sighed. "I wonder..." I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. In the silence of the forest, I began to chuckle and then laugh.
Funny thoughts, jokes-the sort of stuff a prim and proper noble would never think of-and as I laughed, I felt the seeping sensation of something stir and lurk. I laughed, and tears came unbidden from the corners of my eyes as I dropped my head against the ground, my heart drumming loudly even as my willpower filled itself back up.
"Have a laugh," I whispered, "It heals all sad things," I narrowed my eyes, "And if it doesn't-then just hate. I am...pfft...hatemon!" I chuckled, rolling right and left on the dirt, "So shameful-I got my clothes all dirty, but who cares! Ah-liberating! Being alone in the forest-no one to look, no one to bother me-I can scream, laugh, burn the world to cinders and bath in the blood of a hundred innocents and no one will dare stop me! Ah! Yes-eighth grader syndrome-everything that makes me giggle and laugh-I can think and say it all-"
I stopped laughing and simply stared at the top of the trees, the branches with their leaves rustling to the wind.
I raised my hand to the sky, the rays of the sun caressing the fingers and giving the skin a rosy pink coloration.
"Stand up and fight," I grumbled as I pushed myself back up, dusting the dirt off my clothes and lifting my wand once more. "Now, on to most heretical chanting! Let's see..." my eyes narrowed, my powerful eighth grader syndrome rising up to untold levels.
"Skewering winds of darkness and hatred," I snarled, "answer the call of your master, pierce and murder, slash and destroy!" twisting blades of wind spread out from the tip of my wand, but remained in close proximity to the tip of the wand itself. I sighed as I allowed the spell to disperse, cutting off the flow of Willpower. "Blades of wind, skewer my foes, thrown by my will upon their heretic flesh!" as I twisted and thrust the wand forward, all that I managed was to lift a bit of dirt from the ground as some bits and pieces of bark rattled off the tree.
"Well," I grumbled, "It's still progress, I guess." I stomped my right foot on the ground as I thrust my wand forth, "Thundering blades of air, answer the call of your lord, by the will of the all-mighty sky, come slice those who block my path to victory!" as I then proceeded to upwards-swing my wand, there was a soft crackling sound -like a pop- which was soon followed by the bark of the tree in front of me rattling and losing some bits and pieces of it.
It wasn't anything worthy of being called lethal to begin with.
"Let's see...let's try earth," I closed my eyes, the element of earth rumbling its presence in the back of my head as I lifted my wand in front of me. "I conjure you forth, sword tempered of the ground's materials-iron is what I need, and you shall be my blade," as I twisted my wand, an iron sword popped out from thin air, slamming down at my feet. When thinking of swords, of course my mind wandered to a sword with a guard. A pretty simple instrument of battle, with the tip sharp and the edges somewhat blunt. I gripped and lifted it, huffing as the weight was quite well proportioned -if I could say so myself.
I then threw it in the air, and lifted my wand to catch it. One couldn't double-cast, but if one spell lingered -like the summoning of a sword for a few minutes- then one could cast other spells after it. "Rotate, spin, drive yourself in the heart of my foes-come by my command, lance of the heavens-" I chanted, "twisting until the heart is dug out-that is my decree, that is my final will!" I thrust my wand forth, and the sword embedded itself with a sick thunk into the bark, twisting and rotating as bits and pieces of wood flew in all directions until it finally came a halt, dug only a few centimeters into the bark of the tree.
It then fell down on the ground uselessly.
"Once more!" I said to myself, "With passion!" I struck a pose, the sheer embarrassment enough to make my face heat, and my willpower to bubble a bit. "It's the eye of the tiger, that shines in the night, dadada, dadadum, dadadadaaaa," I sang as I struck another pose, recovering the blade with my magic and repeating the chant and the process itself.
I would reach Square magic.
Even if I had to strike silly poses and laugh at the silliest of things-I would reach the highest levels, and achieve the greatest of powers.
It was obvious, so caught up in this sort of training, that I didn't realize just how much time had passed until the sky began to turn orange.
I returned just in time to feign having gone horse riding around the fields, and nobody questioned me about it -or about the incredible amount of dirt and dust that covered most of my body. I did take a bath before heading to dinner -I was no savage, after all.
"Showers," I mumbled to myself as a servant threw a bucket of water over my head, while I stood in a large bath. "I must invent showers."
"Your grace, your arm if you would-" and as I extended my arm, the servant began to wash it.
...
First order of business with my illegally obtained money would be the creation of showers.
How hard could it be to make them a reality?
PKRudeboy
Gentleman Snarker
A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
Yes! Embrace the Chuuni!
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
I imagine Scarron is not at all threatening to your average Halkeginian noble, unless that noble mistreats his girls.
So the guy likes to cosplay and show off his hairy chest. If it impeded his business, he'd probably dress differently.
So the guy likes to cosplay and show off his hairy chest. If it impeded his business, he'd probably dress differently.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
Can it still be called magic, when you're actually acting Chuuni?
- Location
- Kyiv
Any sufficiently advanced chuuni is indistinguishable from magic.
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
Why use chuuni at all? Eighth graders are not delusional. They may believe in things that aren't real, but only because they were told these things when younger and haven't been told otherwise yet.
It's an undeserved stereotype.
Just like calling a female tsundere when a guy is really offensive to her.
It's an undeserved stereotype.
Just like calling a female tsundere when a guy is really offensive to her.
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- Location
- In a stand
Considering that even the normal chants have way more ham than i remember then yes, MAXIMUM-OVERCHUNNI
EvilPorygon
Cookie Monster
- Location
- a phone
Ah, Karin. Your little boy is already buying drugs, planning to make money through shady means, and considering going to an establishment full of skimpily clad women (and a lone man).
They grow up fast, huh.
They grow up fast, huh.
- Location
- Kansas
I think the nobles have an easy enough time ignoring the hairy man in the background with all the cute girls running around. It think it is likely to be well know that as long as you obey the rules you won't get a close encounter of the manly kind.
As for the Spell casting, I was starting to hope that you tried the Dragon Slave and actually got it to work by accident.
As for the Spell casting, I was starting to hope that you tried the Dragon Slave and actually got it to work by accident.
- Location
- Germany
...Since when is this a Dota cross?
Edit: Huh, the Dota!Lina is based of the Slayers!Lina. Didn't know that.
- Pronouns
- she/her
Pointing out that he has nothing to truly feel angry about does not, in fact, make it more convincing that he's feeling strong emotion.
Jeesh. I might have been willing to buy this powerup if you hadn't done that. It's a cool idea, with the potential for making a great thematic victory in the future. It is complete and utter bullshit for Henry to have it.
This character has not lost his temper, felt sad about his dying twin sister, or even broken his poker face in the 15 years we've followed him. He remains cool-headed in every interaction sans a Birds and Bees joke, coming out on top of grown ass adults in addition to his age group.
The idea that merely thinking happy or sad thoughts could entice this kind of reaction in him goes against 22 goddamn chapters of setup.
If Henry's emotions were this volatile he would be rolling on the floor crying with laughter every time he trolled someone, not standing there with an innocent expression.
This isn't even a convincing line. He regularly says more embarrassing shit with a straight face in public.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
You probably did not understand the paragraph.
Let me try to explain it a bit better.
Pointing out that he has nothing to be angry about in that world does not equate to not having anything not to be angry about in *this* world.
Like, sure, nice life, nice dibs, but if there are things that still manage to make me fly off my handle, then they don't necessarily need to belong to the world of ZnT do they?
Also: emotions being volatile =/= self-control. You probably never had to school your features even though you were dying to laugh inside? Because rest assured, my brother and I more than once would have wanted to laugh in the face of people saying stupid stuff but kept our cool until they were far off in the distance so as to not offend them.
I have a poker face. That does not make me a Rei Ayanami the Second that feels nothing. I just hide it very well, and then have myself a nice laugh in the background when nobody can hear me.
InterstellarHobo
Cosmic Vagrant
- Location
- No Fixed Planetary System
Showers are actually super cheap and easy to make- this one is probably a bit too fancy for the time being, but you can most likely get something put together very cheaply.
You'll need a blacksmith to make the showerhead and stick it onto a bucket, but you don't need the valve (have servants fill the bucket when you want your shower) and adjustable pressure is a luxury, so the pulley system isn't really needed.
You'll need a blacksmith to make the showerhead and stick it onto a bucket, but you don't need the valve (have servants fill the bucket when you want your shower) and adjustable pressure is a luxury, so the pulley system isn't really needed.
- Location
- Kyiv
It's Rei Ayanami the Fourth (not counting Reiquarium), actually.
- Pronouns
- she/her
If those issues are intense enough to make Henry instantly descend into a screaming rage after 15 years of "nice life", why haven't they made any appearance in the 15 years we followed him before this? Hell even without proper foreshadowing this rage would be a lot more convincing if you just wrote down what memory he was experiencing instead of going straight to AND THEN HE WAS REALLY ANGRY.
If you wanted to convince me Henry was actually feeling very strong emotions under his poker face this whole time, then you'd have to actually show Henry dropping his poker face in private or make some references to him struggling to hold it in place. As is, trolling people is not a rofl scenario behind his mask its just mildly amusing. And his emotions outside of humor are even more muted. His reaction to his twin being diagnosed with fatal illness is completely skipped over, and his friendships with Antoine and Wardes are constantly undercut by the keikaku narration.
15 goddamn years following this guy and the one thing that's made him laugh enough to cry... is standing in a forest by himself thinking funny thoughts??? Yeah, no. From the character and behaviors established so far, I am completely unconvinced Henry would be able to drive himself to hysterics or blind rage that easily.
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
Or see if gardeners have a watering can the servant can use instead of a bucket. If not make a watering can.