1.5 Anniversary: Login Story 6

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Rutile: Hi there, my name is Rutile, I’m a wizard from the South. Back home, I was a schoolteacher. 

Rutile: Here with me is Mr. Mithra, he’s a Northern wizard. 

Mithra: Hello. 

Rutile: Mr. Mithra eats just about anything. As you can see, he’s quite tall and also very good at singing and dancing. 

Mithra: Please don’t give me such a dull introduction. How about mentioning that I’m the strongest wizard in the world, something like that if you will. 

Rutile: Isn’t Lord Oz is the strongest wizard in the world though? 

Mithra: For now. Sooner or later, I’ll kill him.

Rutile: Mr. Mithra, you really shouldn’t use the word “kill” so often. 

Mithra: You’re far too carefree. If you’re saying things like that, there’s no way you’d survive in the North. 

Mithra: I’ll give you an example. I’m Mithra of the North. This is Rutile. 

Rutile: Hi.

Mithra: If you get too close to him, I’ll kill you. 

Rutile: Geez, here we go, using some extreme vocabulary again…

Mithra: It can’t be helped, it would be extraordinarily inconvenient if you died. Strong words drive away danger. 

Mithra: As it is, protecting you weak Southern brothers is already very stressful. 

Rutile: But if you say that you’ll kill anyone who gets close to me, no one from the North will want to be my friend.

Mithra: If you want a friend from the North, I should be sufficient. Give me your hand. 

Rutile: Huh?

Mithra: You want to dance, right?

Rutile: I didn’t really mean it like that…

Rutile: But, why not!