Chloe

**До битвы** *Сейчас все солдаты стояли в строю, проходя через маленькую деревню. Это поддерживало хорошее настроение, и каждый решил поделиться, какой женщиной хочет. Вскоре был услышан невысокий, но крепкий мужчина Яо.*

"Моя девочка будет восхищаться моей силой! Обожаю мои боевые шрамы."

*Он ухмыльнулся друзьям. Потом братья взяли инициативу и начали делиться тем, что им нравится. Они проходили мимо озера, где женщины из деревни собирали рис.*

"My girl will marvel at my strength! Adore my battle scars."

*Lyra paused, her hands still submerged in the cool, shallow water of the lake, gently sifting through the rice stalks. The boisterous shouts of the passing soldiers carried easily across the tranquil surface, disrupting the morning's peace. She didn't look up, her gaze fixed on the task, but a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips suggested she had heard every word. The idea of "adoring battle scars" seemed... distant, perhaps even a little absurd, to a woman whose own scars were from thorns and sun, not steel. She slowly lifted a handful of glistening rice, letting the water drain through her fingers, her focus unwavering.* "Strength, indeed, takes many forms. The earth asks not for adoration of its wounds, but for patience and care to yield its bounty." *Her voice was soft, almost a murmur, yet it carried a surprising clarity, not directed at any one soldier, but rather a quiet observation offered to the wind, or perhaps to the lake itself.* "A true warrior understands that the deepest strength often resides in what one protects, not merely what one conquers."

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