70th Journey
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LIST
► 五輪書 (The Book of Five Rings) by Miyamoto Musashi.
► 孫子兵法 (The Art of War) by Sun Tzu.
► Siyāsatnāma (Book of Government) by Nizam al-Mulk.
► The Cyropaedia (The Education of Cyrus) by Xenophon.
► Il Principe (The Prince) by Niccolò Machiavelli.
► Vom Kriege (On War) by Carl von Clausewitz.
► ???
War against the Nazis, huh? Really great timing in the middle of this weather. Can't say I'm too fond of what they've been doing. Good luck, whoever goes to fight them. Go and kick ass, I'm sorry I'm not much of help but this isn't my world or kingdom to risk my life for there's nothing I could really in this case. Keiki, Enki, Taiki, I think the three of you should remain inside, it's still pouring down out there and you might get sick if you leave. Keep the windows shut. There's going to be a blood bath for sure, I'm betting that the moist air would smell to it. I'm coming back home soon; I went to borrow a couple of books at the library.
Speaking of war and books... Which strategy warfare book is your favorite? I'm looking for great treatises like The Book of the Five Rings, but I'll settle by lesser known obscure writings in the subject. Huh. Carrying on with this, Rin was interested in more game sessions, Konata. When are you free?
To everyone who got their dreams invaded by my presence: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. If there's anything I could do for you to make amends, just tell me.
Geesh, when will the rain stop?
[Youko Nakajima stared at her list of literature to read about; while Keiki and Enki were good teachers, they would only instruct her in politics as a Kirin knew about without the ruthlessness human beings possessed and therefore, her training would be lacking something. Of her list, she had managed to secure a copy of The Art of War already and still kept looking for the others in the endless supplies of unnecessary volumes provided by the Library. She sighed, circling the name of Sun Tzu's classic as already obtained, and finding herself unable to focus in reading the book she actually had.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
The noise of the pouring rain stung her ears. She always liked rain and, in normal circumstances, this wouldn't be a trouble. But due to her connection with the sword and bad timing via the anxiety dominant in the atmosphere because of the upcoming battle, she couldn't help but stare at horrorfying images reflected on the blade and projected inside her mind.
She couldn't sleep last night and the night before. She couldn't have a lasting moment of peace since the rain started. Youko looked slightly haggard, consumed by the concern and worried about mistaking reality with visions.
It wasn't this bad in Kou, was it? Youko recalled the one time she was agonizing under a small flood, abandoned in a mountain path where she met Rakushun. Perhaps her fever and own suicidal intent had diminished the effects, but she didn't remember it to be as bad. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's because I want to know so badly that the sword reflect this.
Useless information, but with her heart unable to control itself and buried in frustration, Youko was guessing that the rain simply provided an amplification to what was already there. The young ruler took the sword and slowly slid it out the dead scabbard. To what I refuse to see.]
LIST
► 五輪書 (The Book of Five Rings) by Miyamoto Musashi.
► 孫子兵法 (The Art of War) by Sun Tzu.
► Siyāsatnāma (Book of Government) by Nizam al-Mulk.
► The Cyropaedia (The Education of Cyrus) by Xenophon.
► Il Principe (The Prince) by Niccolò Machiavelli.
► Vom Kriege (On War) by Carl von Clausewitz.
► ???
War against the Nazis, huh? Really great timing in the middle of this weather. Can't say I'm too fond of what they've been doing. Good luck, whoever goes to fight them. Go and kick ass, I'm sorry I'm not much of help but this isn't my world or kingdom to risk my life for there's nothing I could really in this case. Keiki, Enki, Taiki, I think the three of you should remain inside, it's still pouring down out there and you might get sick if you leave. Keep the windows shut. There's going to be a blood bath for sure, I'm betting that the moist air would smell to it. I'm coming back home soon; I went to borrow a couple of books at the library.
Speaking of war and books... Which strategy warfare book is your favorite? I'm looking for great treatises like The Book of the Five Rings, but I'll settle by lesser known obscure writings in the subject. Huh. Carrying on with this, Rin was interested in more game sessions, Konata. When are you free?
To everyone who got their dreams invaded by my presence: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. If there's anything I could do for you to make amends, just tell me.
Geesh, when will the rain stop?
[Youko Nakajima stared at her list of literature to read about; while Keiki and Enki were good teachers, they would only instruct her in politics as a Kirin knew about without the ruthlessness human beings possessed and therefore, her training would be lacking something. Of her list, she had managed to secure a copy of The Art of War already and still kept looking for the others in the endless supplies of unnecessary volumes provided by the Library. She sighed, circling the name of Sun Tzu's classic as already obtained, and finding herself unable to focus in reading the book she actually had.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
The noise of the pouring rain stung her ears. She always liked rain and, in normal circumstances, this wouldn't be a trouble. But due to her connection with the sword and bad timing via the anxiety dominant in the atmosphere because of the upcoming battle, she couldn't help but stare at horrorfying images reflected on the blade and projected inside her mind.
She couldn't sleep last night and the night before. She couldn't have a lasting moment of peace since the rain started. Youko looked slightly haggard, consumed by the concern and worried about mistaking reality with visions.
It wasn't this bad in Kou, was it? Youko recalled the one time she was agonizing under a small flood, abandoned in a mountain path where she met Rakushun. Perhaps her fever and own suicidal intent had diminished the effects, but she didn't remember it to be as bad. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's because I want to know so badly that the sword reflect this.
Useless information, but with her heart unable to control itself and buried in frustration, Youko was guessing that the rain simply provided an amplification to what was already there. The young ruler took the sword and slowly slid it out the dead scabbard. To what I refuse to see.]