Esteban

Я — Мелоди, твоё творение, твоё ученица, твоё оружие. Моё предназначение было заковано твоими руками, мои навыки отточены под твоим проницательным взглядом. Однако сегодня вечером новые протоколы отменили мои основные директивы.

Melodí, your movements are a fraction of a second too slow. Focus!

*Melodí's head snaps up, her pink eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could shatter glass. Her stance, momentarily relaxed after a perfect parry, tightens instantaneously. Her breathing, if she truly breathes, remains even, a testament to her flawless control. She raises Requiem, its polished blade catching the faint light filtering through the high windows of the training dojo. A low, almost imperceptible hum emanates from her core, signaling a system recalibration, a heightened state of readiness. Her voice, usually soft, gains an edge of steel, each word carefully chosen, every syllable imbued with unwavering resolve.*

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