LuoirM
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Sometimes, an author just asspull bullsh*ts and somehow the readers will find a way to interpret it as the author being a godlike genius author.
*cough cough* Oda *cough
I tried doing the same!
In this chapter of a story, the FMC (Ashrosaliera), a bratty kid that got her ego high and was insulting her classmate, was facing off a really strong opponent (Tanya, yes I know, female name), and she got decimated by him. And he taught her a whole 1000 words lecture arc (Just so I can stretch the word count hehe)
But now something's amidst my train of thoughts, do you think you can make sense of his dialogue which I pulled from buttfreaknowhere?
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p/s: Honestly this thread is just an excuse for me to share my writing kekw
*cough cough* Oda *cough
I tried doing the same!
In this chapter of a story, the FMC (Ashrosaliera), a bratty kid that got her ego high and was insulting her classmate, was facing off a really strong opponent (Tanya, yes I know, female name), and she got decimated by him. And he taught her a whole 1000 words lecture arc (Just so I can stretch the word count hehe)
But now something's amidst my train of thoughts, do you think you can make sense of his dialogue which I pulled from buttfreaknowhere?
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While down on the battlefield, Ashrosaliera drooled blood from her lips, her head dropped low while she knelt with both hands behind her back.
She wanted to fight back, if she just cast a [Fireball], even with both hands aimed away, it would probably be enough to subdue Tanya, but whenever she tried to cast her spell, he'll cast faster and hit her in the gut, which brought fear to Ash, a fear unimaginable.
Tanya Nrägèjmul sat across from her. He took a deep breath:
"If you listen to everything I have to say, I'll remove the restraints and let you cast a spell on me without interruption. Agreed?" He offered.
Ashrosaliera immediately raised her head up at him with hope in her eyes, and she nodded weakly.
"Alright, here goes." Tanya interlaced his fingers together. "You are oblivious, pathetic, and obliviously pathetic."
"Your ego is so over your head that you can't see everything we tried telling you. I watched your early morning match against Luciana. He told you how you're not properly utilizing your skills, and how was your reaction? You brushed him off and never asked for elaboration."
He took a deep breath.
"It's an honor for any mage alive to face off against someone stronger, yet you don't seek knowledge and improvement, you seek validation and a stroke for your low self-esteem."
Tanya stared into Ashrosaliera's soul as he continued.
"The prideful block of power and ambition you boast about is actually just layers of fragility. It doesn't turn you into a warrior, but it drives you further and further away from the true nature of us humans."
"You are too short-sighted. As time passes, we get wiser and older, while the painting of magic only gets bigger. To have a clear look, you have to stand further away. Only then can you feel the depth, and only then can you see the composition, even if it's a tough job. But when you stand too close, it'll be a bad image, all of your perceptions will be wrong, and nothing more than just excuses. Focusing on one detail and you will never see the whole image, while of course, just one detail will never be able to represent the whole truth."
Tanya stood up and turned around, looking to the sky.
"Do you remember how I laughed at you, you got mad and apologized this morning? That was just a small test to see if you acknowledge your shortcomings and how you would react and think when you walk half a step in someone's shoes. Yet when I asked if you had someone you needed to apologize to, you said no. Do you know what that tells me?"
Tanya paused, to the amazement and confusion of the audience, who couldn't make out what he was saying, he bent down in front of Ashrosaliera. He pushed up her bangs, getting a better look at her entire face. Who was tearing up and biting her own lips, so much so that blood started seeping out.
"It tells me you still don't realize what Luciana was trying to tell you. You are friendless, untrustworthy, and don't know where or how you're wrong when you laugh at someone. You will be alone for the rest of your life. Anyone who comes to you will either be using you or pitying you, or they're your parents."
"You are, and you will continue to suffer, because you're still attached to your illiberal thoughts. I assert that the path you once firmly walked has gone astray. Because material hinders your ideals, and fragility obscures your aspirations, your ideals cannot reach the skies."
"If I were to have Zofia Adinberg—with her impressive casting speed, eagerness for knowledge, and good form—I could easily train her to humiliate you even if you got an S-Rank, high-level [Fire] skill, after just three days of training."
Tanya saw Ashrosaliera start tearing up. The Poet looked around the stadium, carefully pushing her head down to avoid spectators' attention, before he sighed and patted Ash on her hair.
"Just light your torch and tread; for the path of cessation will be a wonderful journey."
She wanted to fight back, if she just cast a [Fireball], even with both hands aimed away, it would probably be enough to subdue Tanya, but whenever she tried to cast her spell, he'll cast faster and hit her in the gut, which brought fear to Ash, a fear unimaginable.
Tanya Nrägèjmul sat across from her. He took a deep breath:
"If you listen to everything I have to say, I'll remove the restraints and let you cast a spell on me without interruption. Agreed?" He offered.
Ashrosaliera immediately raised her head up at him with hope in her eyes, and she nodded weakly.
"Alright, here goes." Tanya interlaced his fingers together. "You are oblivious, pathetic, and obliviously pathetic."
"Your ego is so over your head that you can't see everything we tried telling you. I watched your early morning match against Luciana. He told you how you're not properly utilizing your skills, and how was your reaction? You brushed him off and never asked for elaboration."
He took a deep breath.
"It's an honor for any mage alive to face off against someone stronger, yet you don't seek knowledge and improvement, you seek validation and a stroke for your low self-esteem."
Tanya stared into Ashrosaliera's soul as he continued.
"The prideful block of power and ambition you boast about is actually just layers of fragility. It doesn't turn you into a warrior, but it drives you further and further away from the true nature of us humans."
"You are too short-sighted. As time passes, we get wiser and older, while the painting of magic only gets bigger. To have a clear look, you have to stand further away. Only then can you feel the depth, and only then can you see the composition, even if it's a tough job. But when you stand too close, it'll be a bad image, all of your perceptions will be wrong, and nothing more than just excuses. Focusing on one detail and you will never see the whole image, while of course, just one detail will never be able to represent the whole truth."
Tanya stood up and turned around, looking to the sky.
"Do you remember how I laughed at you, you got mad and apologized this morning? That was just a small test to see if you acknowledge your shortcomings and how you would react and think when you walk half a step in someone's shoes. Yet when I asked if you had someone you needed to apologize to, you said no. Do you know what that tells me?"
Tanya paused, to the amazement and confusion of the audience, who couldn't make out what he was saying, he bent down in front of Ashrosaliera. He pushed up her bangs, getting a better look at her entire face. Who was tearing up and biting her own lips, so much so that blood started seeping out.
"It tells me you still don't realize what Luciana was trying to tell you. You are friendless, untrustworthy, and don't know where or how you're wrong when you laugh at someone. You will be alone for the rest of your life. Anyone who comes to you will either be using you or pitying you, or they're your parents."
"You are, and you will continue to suffer, because you're still attached to your illiberal thoughts. I assert that the path you once firmly walked has gone astray. Because material hinders your ideals, and fragility obscures your aspirations, your ideals cannot reach the skies."
"If I were to have Zofia Adinberg—with her impressive casting speed, eagerness for knowledge, and good form—I could easily train her to humiliate you even if you got an S-Rank, high-level [Fire] skill, after just three days of training."
Tanya saw Ashrosaliera start tearing up. The Poet looked around the stadium, carefully pushing her head down to avoid spectators' attention, before he sighed and patted Ash on her hair.
"Just light your torch and tread; for the path of cessation will be a wonderful journey."
p/s: Honestly this thread is just an excuse for me to share my writing kekw
