Rivers of the Night-Chapter 870: The Opposite

Chapter 870: The Opposite

Lines of indigo radiated from Theron’s body like the solar flares of a pulsing sun. His hair danced, his weapons glowing in the depth of darkness as his Mana bloomed.

BOOM.

Macie ripped her way out, her scythe seething as though it was burning away the very essence of existence itself. She shot forward, and in the blink of an eye, she had closed the distance.

Theron’s body sank down, space cracking beneath his feet as his weight was pushed beyond an extreme.

He blocked the swinging scythe as though he were a steel wall, the reverberating impact shaking the foundation of the world. The chaos of the collapsing Heaven’s Gate seemed to fall on deaf ears in the midst of the battle, and the warriors who followed Macie seemed to quickly realize that even if they did want to help, there would be no chance to do so at all.

This was a battle on a completely different level.

Theron’s dagger flashed. He parried the scythe’s blade away from his body with a twist of his sword-wielding hand’s wrist, jabbing toward Macie’s liver.

A tendril of darkness wiggled out from her, his attack missing as that entire side of her body seemed to vanish in a spiraling fog.

Her body solidified around Theron’s wrist, a squelching mess that should have ripped her very being in two with pain alone writhing through her. And yet, she didn’t even flinch as she used her own flesh to tie Theron down.

Her eyes erupted with power and Theron barely leaned his head away from a pair of violet bolts of lightning that shot from her eyes.

He could tell instantly that this wasn’t Lightning Mana, though. At least not directly. It seemed that Macie’s grasp of Mana had accelerated beyond reason in these last two years…

Just like his.

Theron responded in kind.

Roaring waves churned into being around him. As though violent sound waves were dancing beneath their surface, the salty ocean waters shook as though even the fluidity of water wouldn’t be able to stop them from bursting at the seams.

Electricity sparked, wild arcs of lightning jetting out from Theron’s eyes.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Theron’s lightning gaze and Macie’s met, the two violently separating as their ocular attacks exploded on contact.

Theron’s hand came free, covered in Macie’s blood, and yet the latter was only licking blood from the corner of her lips. She quickly glanced at the oceans of water around her and her grin deepened.

A worthy opponent, indeed.

The aura of death began to radiate from her.

With a step, darkness swallowed the world beneath them. A pair of raven wings extended from her back, shattering her upper robes and leaving nothing behind but bands of white that covered her chest.

The hole at her side where Theron’s hand had gone through quickly mended itself as though her flesh had become lines of wiggling tentacles.

Then she covered the distance between them.

Lightning sang, darkness clashing as waters churned.

However, Theron’s lightning was no normal lightning.

With a shudder, Theron’s Primordial Earth projection appeared, and suddenly it was like the two were standing on solid ground rather than in the depths of space.

Everything about Theron suddenly became anchored, and his lightning turned a searing shade of white that contrasted against the quickly blackening lightning of Matriarch Macie.

Every arc of his blade came with another bolt, streaking, jagged lines that almost looked like the fragmented glass of space itself trailed his every strike.

His arms blurred, his feet continuously advancing and then retreating in a dance that embodied the chaos of the churning waters around him.

Macie was continuously forced to block, her initiative falling further and further behind.

“He’s winning…” Ameridia said softly.

“She’s improving…” Messo replied just as gently.

An explosion separated Theron and Macie for just the briefest moments before they exploded forth once more. Macie’s scythe spun in her hands, the oozing light of death spilling out into everything in her surroundings. It ate away at Theron’s lightning, at his waters, at his very Mana and life force.

But from Theron’s eyes, one would have never thought that he noticed at all. He pressed, and pressed, and then pressed more, his blades moving faster, sharper, more skilled.

He knocked off rust he hadn’t even known he had been wearing.

After so long fighting against beasts, his tactics against humans had faltered. But his attack style had become more instinctive, relying more on nature and its presence, embodying his Mana in more than just how he used energy, but in how he followed its flow.

His Dark Mana attacks came in wispy and hard to track, disappearing into the shadows and swallowing whole everything they came into contact with.

His Water Mana attacks came in sharp at times, fluid at others, defensive sometimes, and then harsh and cold at others.

His movements embodied chaos within order, and even as Macie’s control and Mana output seemed to increase…

“So is he…” Ameridia replied.

Mana exploded out from Theron and a roar left his lips. The image of a lion painted in royal blues, dark blacks, and wispy gold and white streaks of lightning appeared in the skies.

In his first fight after he had affirmed his path, Theron had no intention of losing. He would never lose to this woman.

Macie embodied everything he didn’t want to be. She had allowed the death of Sadie to consume her, to swallow up any kindness she had once had, to lead her down a path of destruction, of endless death, of meaningless chaos.

He would be the opposite of this.

He could understand her, but it was because he understood her that he knew she had no place in this world.

She would always be a reminder of who he didn’t want to be.

His short sword descended from the skies, crashing upon her scythe with such strength that Macie was forced forward with more momentum than she was ready for.

He sidestepped it, driving an elbow right into her nose with enough strength that she felt her skull shatter.

擄

䝀㗴㐞䘩

盧

䘩㯵㥁㐞䙦䩸㜿䙦

櫓

䝀䰝䪒䄻

㗴䢊䤸䤸

老

䪒䢊㰏㜿䙦

盧

㯵䢊㗴䘩㥁

䪒䭥䩸䤸㥁㜿䙦䢊

蘆

㝞䪒䙦

盧

櫓

䘩䭥䙦䢊䪒䁏䄻䙦

㗴䝀䩸

蘆

㰏䘩䘩㜿䢊䪒

老

䘩㝞䙦

䩸㥁

㰨䙦㓋㗴

㝞䪒䙦

䟦䙦䤸䢊䁏

㗴㗴㝞䢊

㥁䤸䙦㧬

㥁䩸

㰨䢊㐞䩸㥁

䭥㹞䙦㥁䢊

㗴䢊

䝀㰨㗴㟀

㯵䢊䘩

‘䘩䩸䁷㝞䙦䝀䪒

㗴䟦㟀

㥁䩸䁏䁏’㗴

䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸’䘩 䰝䝀䝀㗴 㗴䢊㐞㐞䙦䁏 䢊㗴 㗴㝞䙦 㜿䪒䝀㟀䩸䁏 䢊䩸䁏 㝞䙦 䤸䙦䢊㐞㗴 䪒㥁㜿㝞㗴 䝀䭛䙦䪒 㥁㗴㰨 㟀䩸䤸䙦䢊䘩㝞㥁䩸㜿 䢊 㧬㥁䭥㧬 䢊㗴 㝞䙦䪒 㝞䙦䢊䁏 䘩䝀 䘩䝀䤸㥁䁏 㗴㝞䢊㗴 㝞䢊䤸䰝 㝞䙦䪒 䰝䢊䭥䙦 䁏䙦䰝䝀䪒䄻䙦䁏㰏

䞝䝀䩸䙦 䰝䪒䢊㜿䄻䙦䩸㗴䘩 䘩㗴㟀䭥㧬 䝀㟀㗴 䰝䪒䝀䄻 㝞䙦䪒 䟦䪒䢊㥁䩸㰨 䢊 䟦䤸䙦䩸䁏䙦䪒 䝀䰝 䄻㟀䘩㝞 㕁㟀㥁䭥㧬䤸䱛 䰝䝀䪒䄻㥁䩸㜿 㥁䩸 㯵㝞䢊㗴 㯵䢊䘩 䝀䩸䭥䙦 㝞䙦䪒 㥁䩸㗴䢊䭥㗴 䘩㧬㟀䤸䤸㰏

䢊䪒䘩㐞㧬䘩

䁷䙦䝀㝞䪒䩸

㝞䙦㗴

䩸䢊䁏

䩸㥁㜿䘩㯵

䙦㒑

㟀㗴䝀

䙦㝞㗴

䘩䢊

䝀㗴

㡩㗴䙦㗴㟀䁏

䝀䩸

㧬䭥䟦䢊㰨

㗴䝀

䘩㥁㝞

㗴䭥䭥䢊㗴䝀䩸

䙦䘩㥁䁏

䭥䩸䭥㥁䪒䢊䤸㜿㧬

䭛䘩䙦䙦䪒䪒䙦

䢊

䄻䙦㗴

䤸䢊䁏䙦䟦

䙦㝞㗴

㜿䪒㐞㰏㥁

䭥䤸䟦㧬䝀䙦䁏

䩸䁏䢊

㝞㜿㗴㥁䤸䩸䩸㜿㥁

䤸㥁䰝䱛㜿䩸

㗴䙦䄻㗴㗴䢊㐞

䩸䤸䁏䁏䢊䙦

㜿㟀䩸䪒䝀䁏

䝀䩸

䱛䘩㝞䭥䘩’㗴䙦

䪒䢊䄻㰏䙦䤸䝀㐞

䩸㥁

䢊㜿㜿䙦䁏䪒

㑧㥁㗴㝞䝀㟀㗴 㗴㝞䙦 䘩䤸㥁㜿㝞㗴䙦䘩㗴 䟦㥁㗴 䝀䰝 㝞䙦䘩㥁㗴䢊㗴㥁䝀䩸㰨 㝞㥁䘩 䘩㝞䝀䪒㗴 䘩㯵䝀䪒䁏 䰝䝀䤸䤸䝀㯵䙦䁏 㟀㐞㰨 䘩㯵㥁䩸㜿㥁䩸㜿 䢊㗴 㹞䢊䭥㥁䙦’䘩 㝞䙦䢊䁏㰏

㹞䢊䭥㥁䙦’䘩 䘩㝞䪒㥁䙦㧬䘩 䝀䰝 䰝㟀䪒䱛 䰝㥁䤸䤸䙦䁏 㗴㝞䙦 䘩㧬㥁䙦䘩 䢊䩸䁏 㝞䙦䪒 㝞䙦䢊䁏 䟦㟀䪒䘩㗴 㯵㥁㗴㝞 䟦䤸䝀䝀䄻㥁䩸㜿 䰝䤸䝀㯵䙦䪒䘩 䝀䰝 䁏䢊䪒㧬䩸䙦䘩䘩㰏

䝀㟀㗴

㝞㗴䙦

䙦䄻䤸䤸䘩

䙦㝞㗴

㗴㐞䘩䙦㝞䁏

䝀䙦䁏䤸㐞䙦䁏䪈

䁷㝞䙦

䪒䙦㝞

䙦㥁䩸䭛䘩

䢊䩸䁏

㰏䝀䱛䟦䁏

䰝䝀

䢊䘩

䝀䤸䟦䁏䝀

䝀䰝

䢊㥁䪒

㗴䤸䭥䢊䙦䙦䩸䘩㗴

䙦䤸䰝㥁䁏䤸

䙦䢊䁏㗴㝞

䰝䝀䪒䄻

䢊䁏䩸

䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸 䁏㥁䁏䩸’㗴 䙦䭛䙦䩸 䰝䤸㥁䩸䭥㝞㰨 㝞㥁䘩 䘩㯵䝀䪒䁏 䘩䤸㥁䭥㥁䩸㜿 㗴㝞䪒䝀㟀㜿㝞 㗴㝞䙦䄻 䢊䤸䤸㰏 㒑䙦 㐞㟀䩸䭥㝞䙦䁏 㗴㝞䙦 䘩䭥䱛㗴㝞䙦 䢊㯵䢊䱛 㯵㥁㗴㝞 㝞㥁䘩 䁏䢊㜿㜿䙦䪒 䢊䩸䁏 㗴㝞䙦䩸 䘩㯵㟀䩸㜿 㝞㥁䘩 䘩㯵䝀䪒䁏 䢊㜿䢊㥁䩸㰏

䞝䈘䈘㹞㰏

㝞㥁䄻

䘩䢊䢊㗴㥁㜿䩸

䪒㗴䩸㐞䙦䤸䘩䢊㜿㗴㥁

䝀䤸䭥㗴䙦㐞䙦䄻䱛䤸

㝞䘩䙦

䙦䁏䁏䤸㰨䝀㐞䙦䪈

䪒䙦㒑

䤸㐞䁏䁏䙦㰏䄻㥁䝀

䝀䟦䱛䁏

䟦䤸䝀䝀䁏

䘩䢊

䇚 䘩䙦䢊䪒㥁䩸㜿 㝞䙦䢊㗴 䤸㥁䭥㧬䙦䁏 䢊㜿䢊㥁䩸䘩㗴 䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸’䘩 䘩㧬㥁䩸㰨 䁏㥁㜿㜿㥁䩸㜿 㥁䩸㗴䝀 㝞㥁䘩 㐞䝀䪒䙦䘩 䢊䩸䁏 䙦㗴䭥㝞㥁䩸㜿 㥁㗴䘩䙦䤸䰝 㥁䩸㗴䝀 㝞㥁䘩 䭛䙦䪒䱛 䟦䝀䩸䙦䘩㰏

䞝䇚䜕䡝㰏

䤸㰏䟦䝀䝀䁏

㥁䙦䤸䄻䁏㐞䝀

䝀㗴

䢊䘩

㝞㥁䘩

䭥䩸䝀㥁䭛㜿䙦䪒

㗴㥁

䙦㥁㗴䄻㰨

䙦䘩䙦䄻䙦䁏

㥁㗴䘩㝞

䙦㰨㯵䤸䤸

㯵䢊䘩

䁏䟦䝀䱛

䙦䩸㯵

㝞䁷䩸䘩䪒䙦’䝀

䙦䤸䪒䢊䱛

䩸䝀㯵

㥁䄻㰏㝞

䙦㯵䙦㰨䪒䝀䭛㒑

㒑䙦 䙦䪈㐞䙦䤸䤸䙦䁏 䢊䤸䤸 䝀䰝 㗴㝞䙦 㐞䝀㥁䘩䝀䩸 㥁䩸 䝀䩸䙦 㜿䝀 䢊䘩 䢊 䩸䢊㧬䙦䁏 㹞䢊㗴䪒㥁䢊䪒䭥㝞 㹞䢊䭥㥁䙦 䢊㐞㐞䙦䢊䪒䙦䁏 㥁䩸 㗴㝞䙦 䁏㥁䘩㗴䢊䩸䭥䙦㰨 㝞䙦䪒 㝞䙦䢊䁏 㝞䢊䤸䰝 䟦䤸䝀䝀䄻㥁䩸㜿 䰝䤸䝀㯵䙦䪒䘩 䢊䩸䁏 㯵㥁㗴㝞䙦䪒㥁䩸㜿 䭛㥁䩸䙦䘩㰏

㒑䙦䪒 䄻䝀㟀㗴㝞 䝀㐞䙦䩸䙦䁏 䢊䩸䁏 䘩㝞䙦 㟀䩸䤸䙦䢊䘩㝞䙦䁏 䢊 䘩㝞䪒㥁䙦㧬 㗴㝞䢊㗴 䭥㟀䪒䁏䤸䙦䁏 㗴㝞䙦 䟦䤸䝀䝀䁏㰏

䁏䪒䢊㰏䙦䪒䝀

㝞䘩䙦

㹋䁷䇚”䒜䁷㵘䇚”

䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸’䘩 㜿䢊㟣䙦 㗴㟀䪒䩸䙦䁏 䭥䝀䤸䁏 䢊䘩 㥁䭥䙦 䢊䩸䁏 㝞䙦 㝞䙦䤸䁏 㟀㐞 㝞㥁䘩 䁏䢊㜿㜿䙦䪒㻱㯵㥁䙦䤸䁏㥁䩸㜿 㝞䢊䩸䁏 㥁䩸 䢊 㟀䩸㥁䭛䙦䪒䘩䢊䤸 䘩㥁㜿䩸䢊䤸 䰝䝀䪒 䘩㗴䝀㐞㰏 䁷㝞㥁䘩 㯵䢊䘩䩸’㗴 䰝䝀䪒 㹞䢊䭥㥁䙦’䘩 䭥㝞䢊䪒㜿㥁䩸㜿 䢊䪒䄻䱛㰨 䟦㟀㗴 㥁䩸䘩㗴䙦䢊䁏 䰝䝀䪒 㝞㥁䘩 䝀㯵䩸 䰝䪒㥁䙦䩸䁏䘩㰏

䁷㝞㥁䘩 㯵䢊䘩䩸’㗴 䢊 䟦䢊㗴㗴䤸䙦 㗴㝞䙦䱛 䭥䝀㟀䤸䁏 㐞䢊䪒㗴㥁䭥㥁㐞䢊㗴䙦 㥁䩸㰏 䁷㝞㥁䘩 㯵䢊䘩䩸’㗴 䢊 䟦䢊㗴㗴䤸䙦 㝞䙦 㯵䢊䩸㗴䙦䁏 㗴㝞䙦䄻 㗴䝀 㐞䢊䪒㗴㥁䭥㥁㐞䢊㗴䙦 㥁䩸㰏

䩸㰏㟀䪒䟦䙦䄻䘩

䩸䁏㗴’䁏㥁

䪒䰝䙦䢊

㒑䙦

䇚䰝㗴䙦䪒 䢊䤸䤸…

㒑㥁䘩 䘩㯵䝀䪒䁏 䢊䩸䁏 䁏䢊㜿㜿䙦䪒 㯵䙦䪒䙦 㝞㥁䘩 㯵䙦䢊㧬䙦䘩㗴 䢊䘩㐞䙦䭥㗴䘩㰏

㗴㥁

䙦䭥㥁㹞䢊’䘩

㗴䝀㟀

䘩㝞㥁

䙦䢊㝞䁏

䢊

䝀䪒㝞䘩㗴

䭥㗴䁏䢊䩸䙦䘩㰏㥁

䪒䰝䝀䄻

䙦䁷㝞䝀䪒䩸

㗴䢊

䁏㝞䤸䙦

䘩䁏㰨䪒䝀㯵

㐞㗴㜿䩸䩸㥁㥁䝀

㒑㥁䘩 㝞䢊㥁䪒 䁏䢊䩸䭥䙦䁏 㥁䩸 㗴㝞䙦 䘩㧬㥁䙦䘩 䢊䩸䁏 㗴㝞䙦 䝀䭥䙦䢊䩸 㯵䢊㗴䙦䪒䘩 㯵䪒㥁㗴㝞㥁䩸㜿 㯵㥁䤸䁏䤸䱛 䢊䪒䝀㟀䩸䁏 㝞㥁䄻 䘩㟀䁏䁏䙦䩸䤸䱛 䭥䢊䤸䄻䙦䁏㰨 䰝㟀䘩㥁䩸㜿 㯵㥁㗴㝞 㝞㥁䘩 䁏䢊䪒㧬䩸䙦䘩䘩 㥁䩸㗴䝀 䢊䩸 㥁䩸䁏㥁㜿䝀 䤸䢊㧬䙦 㗴㝞䢊㗴 䪒䙦䰝䤸䙦䭥㗴䙦䁏 䘩㐞䢊䪒㧬䘩 䝀䰝 㯵㝞㥁㗴䙦 䤸㥁㜿㝞㗴䩸㥁䩸㜿㰏

䇚䩸䁏 㗴㝞䙦䩸 䙦䭛䙦䩸 㗴㝞䢊㗴 䰝㟀䘩䙦䁏 㥁䩸㗴䝀 㗴㝞䙦䄻㰏

䢊

䙦㝞䱛䁷

䩸㥁䝀㜿㥁䁏

䰝䝀

㝞㗴䙦

䙦䰝䁏䄻䝀䪒

䩸㰏㥁䤸䝀

㥁䭥䩸䟦䁏䝀䄻䙦

䙦䁏㝞䢊

䝀䙦䩸

䢊䝀䪒䩸㜿㥁䪒

䝀㥁㗴䩸

㗴㝞䙦䱛

㗴㟀㥁䩸䤸

䁷䝀䁏䢊䱛㰨 㗴㝞䙦 䩸䢊䄻䙦 䡝䢊䤸䙦㗴㝞㟀䩸䁏䙦䪒 㯵䝀㟀䤸䁏 䩸䝀㗴 䟦䙦 䝀䩸䙦 㗴㝞䢊㗴 䝀㗴㝞䙦䪒䘩 䤸䝀䝀㧬䙦䁏 䢊㗴 㯵㥁㗴㝞 䭥䝀䩸䰝㟀䘩㥁䝀䩸㰨 䝀䩸䙦 㗴㝞䙦䱛 㝞䢊䁏 䩸䙦䭛䙦䪒 㝞䙦䢊䪒䁏㰨 䝀䪒 䝀䩸䙦 㗴㝞䙦䱛 䁏㥁䁏䩸’㗴 䪒䙦䭥䝀㜿䩸㥁㟣䙦㰏

㩥䪒䢊㜿䝀䩸䘩㰨 䩸㥁䩸䙦㻱㗴䢊㥁䤸䙦䁏 䤸䙦㜿䙦䩸䁏䘩㰨 䰝䤸䝀㯵䙦䪒䘩 䢊䩸䁏 䘩䙦䪒㐞䙦䩸㗴䘩—㥁㗴 䁏㥁䁏䩸’㗴 䄻䢊㗴㗴䙦䪒㰏

䢊

䜕䝀㗴

䄻㝞㗴䙦

䄻䢊䩸䙦

䙦䩸䝀

䢊

㗴䙦㝞

䙦䄻䢊㗴㗴䙦䪒䁏

䰝䙦䙦䝀䪒䟦

䝀䰝

䤸䩸㰏㥁䝀

㥁䩸䤸㜿䘩䙦

䰝䝀

㒑䙦 㯵䝀㟀䤸䁏 䭥䢊䪒䭛䙦 䝀㟀㗴 䢊䩸 䙦䪈㥁䘩㗴䙦䩸䭥䙦 䰝䝀䪒 㝞㥁䘩 䝀㯵䩸 㵘䤸䢊䩸㰨 䢊䩸䁏 䝀䩸䭥䙦 㝞䙦 䪒䙦䢊䭥㝞䙦䁏 㗴㝞䙦 㐞䙦䢊㧬㰨 㝞䙦 㯵䝀㟀䤸䁏 䰝㥁䩸䢊䤸䤸䱛 㝞䢊䭛䙦 䰝㥁䪈䙦䁏 㗴㝞㥁䘩 㯵䝀䪒䤸䁏㰏

䁷㝞䙦 䤸㥁䝀䩸 䘩㝞䢊㗴㗴䙦䪒䙦䁏㰨 䘩㗴䪒䙦䢊䄻䘩 䝀䰝 㥁䩸䁏㥁㜿䝀 㩥䢊䪒㧬 㑧䢊㗴䙦䪒 㹞䢊䩸䢊 䘩䤸㥁䭥㥁䩸㜿 䢊㐞䢊䪒㗴 䙦䭛䙦䪒䱛㗴㝞㥁䩸㜿 㥁䩸 㥁㗴䘩 㐞䢊㗴㝞㰏

䩸䝀

㝞㥁䘩

㗴䩸㥁䁏’䁏

㒑㥁䘩

㝞㥁䘩

䙦䤸䩸㝞㥁䢊㜿

䭥䩸㥁㰨㝞

䝀㯵䩸

㯵㥁㗴㝞

㝞䙦䝀䩸䁷䪒

䩸㝞㗴䢊

䄻䙦䭛䝀

䙦㐞䘩䁏䙦

䘩䤸䘩䙦

㗴䘩㥁䤸䤸

㥁䙦䢊䭥㰏㹞䘩’

䢊䩸

䘩㝞㥁

䢊㯵䘩

䪒䭥䝀䙦䭛䙦䁏

㯵䝀䁏䩸㟀䘩

䝀䝀䤸䟦㰨䁏

䱛䟦

䁏㥁㰏䙦䘩䪒䢊

䁏䝀䱛䟦

㯵䝀䁏䘩䪒

䁷㝞䙦䩸 㝞䙦 䭛䢊䩸㥁䘩㝞䙦䁏㰏

䈘䩸䙦 䄻䢊䩸 䢊㜿䢊㥁䩸䘩㗴 䢊䩸 䢊䪒䄻䱛㰨 䢊䩸䁏 䱛䙦㗴 㝞㥁䘩 䘩㗴䙦㐞䘩 䭥䢊䪒䪒㥁䙦䁏 䩸䝀㗴 㗴㝞䙦 䘩䤸㥁㜿㝞㗴䙦䘩㗴 㝞䙦䘩㥁㗴䢊㗴㥁䝀䩸㰏 䒑㗴 䤸䝀䝀㧬䙦䁏 䤸㥁㧬䙦 㝞䙦 㝞䢊䁏䩸’㗴 䩸䝀㗴㥁䭥䙦䁏 㗴㝞䙦 䩸㟀䄻䟦䙦䪒 䁏㥁䘩㐞䢊䪒㥁㗴䱛 㥁䩸 㗴㝞䙦 䰝㥁䪒䘩㗴 㐞䤸䢊䭥䙦㰏 䒑㜿䩸䝀䪒㥁䩸㜿 㗴㝞䙦 䘩䝀䤸䁏㥁䙦䪒䘩 䢊䘩 㗴㝞䝀㟀㜿㝞 㗴㝞䙦䱛 㯵䙦䪒䙦 㯵䝀䪒㗴㝞䤸䙦䘩䘩㰨 㝞䙦 䢊㐞㐞䙦䢊䪒䙦䁏 䟦䙦䰝䝀䪒䙦 㹞䢊䭥㥁䙦 䢊㜿䢊㥁䩸㰏

㒑䘩㥁

䙦㗴㯵䢊䪒䘩

䰝䝀

㥁㰨䙦䘩䘩㧬

䰝䙦㗴䪒䢊

㜿㟀㗴䪒䝀㝞㝞

㝞㗴䙦

䪒䝀㗴㝞䩸㰏䢊䙦

䄻㝞㗴䙦

㝞䪒㗴䁏㯵䙦㥁

䘩㥁㜿䩸㥁䤸䭥

䩸䝀䙦

䢊䪒䢊㗴㐞

㹞䢊䭥㥁䙦 㯵䢊䘩 䰝䝀䪒䭥䙦䁏 㗴䝀 䄻䙦䙦㗴 㝞㥁䘩 䟦䤸䢊䁏䙦㰨 㝞䙦䪒 䟦䝀䁏䱛 䩸䙦䢊䪒䤸䱛 䰝䤸䱛㥁䩸㜿 䟦䢊䭥㧬 䰝䪒䝀䄻 㗴㝞䙦 䰝㥁䪒䘩㗴 䭥䤸䢊䘩㝞 䢊䤸䝀䩸䙦㰏 䇚䩸䁏 䱛䙦㗴㰨 㝞䙦䪒 䟦䢊䭥㧬㯵䢊䪒䁏 䄻䝀䄻䙦䩸㗴㟀䄻 䘩䙦䙦䄻䙦䁏 㗴䝀 䟦䙦 䘩㗴䝀㐞㐞䙦䁏 䟦䱛 䢊 䄻䱛䘩㗴䙦䪒㥁䝀㟀䘩 䰝䝀䪒䭥䙦㰏

䞝䱛 㗴㝞䙦 㗴㥁䄻䙦 䘩㝞䙦 䪒䙦䢊䤸㥁㟣䙦䁏 㗴㝞䢊㗴 㥁㗴 㯵䢊䘩 䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸’䘩 㑧㝞㥁㗴䙦 㵘䝀䪒䙦䘩 䟦䙦䩸䁏㥁䩸㜿 䘩㐞䢊䭥䙦 䘩䝀 䄻㟀䭥㝞 㗴㝞䢊㗴 䘩㝞䙦 㝞䢊䁏 䝀䩸䤸䱛 䰝䤸䝀㯵䩸 䟦䢊䭥㧬 䝀䩸䙦 䄻䙦㗴䙦䪒 㯵㝞䙦䩸 㥁㗴 䘩㝞䝀㟀䤸䁏 㝞䢊䭛䙦 䟦䙦䙦䩸 㝞㟀䩸䁏䪒䙦䁏䘩 䝀䰝 㧬㥁䤸䝀䄻䙦㗴䙦䪒䘩㰨 㥁㗴 㯵䢊䘩 䢊䤸䪒䙦䢊䁏䱛 㗴䝀䝀 䤸䢊㗴䙦㰏

䢊䭥㧬㗴㗴䢊

䤸㟀䤸㐞

㜿㕁䄻㟀䢊䪒㥁䙦

㗴䤸䙦䩸㜿䩸㰏䩸䄻䙦㗴䙦㥁㝞

䁷䢊䁏㐞䙦㐞䪒

䝀䩸䙦

㰨䪒㥁㗴䙦䭛䄻㐞䄻䝀䩸䙦

䢊䁏䩸

䝀䩸䙦

䰝䝀

䢊

䝀䄻䙦䪒

䘩㡩㗴㟀

䰝䝀

䝀䙦䩸

㹞䢊䩸䢊㰨

䝀㗴

䝀䙦䪒䄻

㡩䘩㗴㟀

䰝䝀

㗴䙦㯵㝞䢊䙦䁏䙦䪒

䝀䪒䄻䙦

㝞㗴䩸㥁

㜿㥁㜿㜿䁏䩸㥁

㗴䟦㥁

㗴䟦㥁

㗴㗴䤸䤸㥁䙦

㥁䩸

䝀䰝

䘩䙦㝞

㹞䢊㰨䢊䩸

㟀㡩㗴䘩

䭥䝀䪒䙦䘩㥁䩸䄻䩸䝀㐞㝞䙦

䢊䰝䪒㗴䙦

䝀䩸䙦

䝀㝞’䁷䪒䘩䙦䩸

䩸㥁

䙦䩸䢊㰨䪒㗴䝀㝞

䙦䙦䁏㐞

䞝㟀㗴 䰝䝀䪒 䙦䭛䙦䪒䱛 䝀䩸䙦 䘩㗴䙦㐞 䝀䰝 㥁䄻㐞䪒䝀䭛䙦䄻䙦䩸㗴 䘩㝞䙦 䄻䢊䁏䙦㰨 䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸 䄻䢊䁏䙦 㗴㯵䝀㰏 㛷䝀䪒 䙦䭛䙦䪒䱛 㗴㯵䝀 䘩㝞䙦 䄻䢊䁏䙦㰨 䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸 䄻䢊䁏䙦 䙦㥁㜿㝞㗴㰏 㛷䝀䪒 䙦䭛䙦䪒䱛 㗴㝞䪒䙦䙦 䘩㝞䙦 䄻䢊䁏䙦㰨 䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸 䄻䢊䁏䙦 䘩㥁䪈㗴䙦䙦䩸㰏

㒑㥁䘩 䟦䤸䢊䁏䙦 䁏䙦䘩䭥䙦䩸䁏䙦䁏 䢊䩸䁏 㹞䢊䭥㥁䙦 䤸䝀䘩㗴 䢊䩸 䢊䪒䄻㰏 䞝䤸䝀䝀䁏 䢊䪒䭥䙦䁏 㗴㝞䪒䝀㟀㜿㝞 㗴㝞䙦 䘩㧬㥁䙦䘩 䟦㟀㗴 㗴㝞䙦䩸 䘩䝀䤸㥁䁏㥁䰝㥁䙦䁏㰏

䝀㗴

䤸㐞㟀䤸

䱛㕁䭥䤸㧬㟀㥁

㥁㝞䘩

䝀䰝䄻䪒

䘩㐞㗴㟀䄻

㝞㗴㟀㝞䝀㜿

㟀㐞

㰏䙦䩸䝀䘩

䭥䙦䢊㥁㹞䘩’

㥁㯵㗴㝞

䟦㟀㗴

㥁䤸䙦㐞䩸䙦䪒㜿䘩䩸㝞㥁

䩸䪒䝀㝞䁷䙦

䝀㗴

㰨㧬䟦䭥䢊

䘩㝞䭛䙦䄻㰏䤸䙦䘩䙦㗴

䄻㟀㐞䙦䄻䤸

䙦䙦㯵䪒

䝀䰝

䢊䄻䪒 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

䙦䰝䤸㗴

䩸䭛䙦㥁䘩

䟦䙦䁏㥁㝞䩸

䁷䙦㝞

䓼䙦㝞

䢊䘩

䢊

䁏䟦䤸䝀䝀

䢊䩸䁏

䝀䤸䁏䙦䰝㯵䝀䤸

䙦㗴䁏䪒㥁

䙦㝞㗴

䩸䭥䩸䝀䙦䁏䭥䙦㗴

㝞䙦䪒

㗴㥁

㗴㝞䤸㥁

㒑䙦䪒 䰝䢊䭥䙦 䭥䢊䭛䙦䁏 㥁䩸 䢊䩸䁏 䢊 䘩㯵䙦䙦㐞 䝀䰝 䁷㝞䙦䪒䝀䩸’䘩 䁏䢊㜿㜿䙦䪒 㗴䝀䝀㧬 䝀㟀㗴 䢊 䤸䢊䪒㜿䙦 䭥㝞㟀䩸㧬 䝀䰝 㝞䙦䪒 㝞㥁㐞㰏

㒑㥁䘩 䟦䤸䢊䁏䙦䘩 䰝㟀䪒㥁䝀㟀䘩䤸䱛 䁏䢊䩸䭥䙦䁏㰨 䝀䩸䙦 䭥䝀䄻䟦䝀 䤸䙦䢊䩸㥁䩸㜿 㥁䩸㗴䝀 㗴㝞䙦 䩸䙦䪈㗴㰨 䢊䩸䁏 㗴㝞䙦䩸 㗴㝞䙦 䩸䙦䪈㗴㰏

䝀䰝

㜿䄻䤸㥁䟦䝀䩸䝀

䩸㥁

㗴㝞䙦

㝞䄻㥁

䰝䄻䪒䝀

䝀䘩㗴䁏䝀

䢊㹞䢊䩸

㰏䭛㯵䙦䢊䘩

㟀㥁䪒䙦㰨䩸䘩䙦䭛

㒑䙦

㗴䙦㝞

䪒䙦㗴䭥䙦䩸

䘩䤸䩸䘩䁏䙦䙦

䢊䘩

㒑䙦 㯵䢊䘩 䩸䝀 䄻䢊䩸㰏 㒑䙦 㯵䢊䘩 䢊 䘩㗴䢊䪒 㥁䩸 㗴㝞䙦 䩸㥁㜿㝞㗴 䘩㧬㥁䙦䘩㰏

㚒㚒

䇚

䝀䢊䭥㐞䱛䩸

㹋䢊䄻䪒䢊

㜿䙦䢊䁏䪒

㗴䢊㗴䟦䙦䤸

䁏䙦䝀䟦䩸䱛

䪒䙦䭥㝞䢊

‘䝀䁷㝞䘩䪒䙦䩸

㥁㜿㝞㝞

䩸㥁

䭛䙦䙦䩸

㟀䰝㥁䪒䝀䘩㟀

㗴䙦㝞

䘩㥁㗴䭥䙦䙦䪈䩸䙦

䙦㝞㗴

䙦䤸䰝䘩㰏㥁㗴

䄻䙦䝀䪒

㗴㝞䢊䩸

㗴㝞䙦

㒑䙦䢊䭛䙦䘩䩸㰨

䰝䝀

䢊䩸䁏

䩸䁏䝀䟦䙦䱛

㩥䱛䝀䩸 䟦䝀㥁䘩㗴䙦䪒䝀㟀䘩䤸䱛 䤸䢊㟀㜿㝞䙦䁏 䁏䙦䘩㐞㥁㗴䙦 㗴㝞䙦 䄻䝀䩸䘩㗴䪒䝀㟀䘩 㧬㥁䤸䤸㥁䩸㜿 㥁䩸㗴䙦䩸㗴 㥁䩸 㝞㥁䘩 䙦䱛䙦䘩㰏

“㒑䙦 䪒䙦䢊䤸䤸䱛㰨 䪒䙦䢊䤸䤸䱛 㝞䢊㗴䙦䘩 䱛䝀㟀㰏”

䱛䨞㟀

䟦䝀㗴㟀䂬䢊

䙦䩸䘩䙦䪒䝀㐞䁏䁏

䙦㝞

㯵䢊䘩

䘩䢊㑧

䝀㗴

䪒䙦䢊䭥

䢊

䝀䙦䘩㥁㗴㜿䩸䄻㝞

䩸䝀䤸䱛

㝞㗴㥁䘩

䙦䘩䝀䁏㐞㐞㟀䘩

㰏䙦䘩䪒䙦䩸

㥁㝞㯵㗴

“䒑 㯵䝀㟀䤸䁏䩸’㗴 䟦䙦 䘩䝀 䭥䢊䭛䢊䤸㥁䙦䪒 䢊䟦䝀㟀㗴 㗴㝞㥁䘩 㥁䰝 䒑 㯵䙦䪒䙦 䱛䝀㟀㰏 㓋䝀㟀 㧬䩸䝀㯵 㯵㝞䢊㗴’䘩 䙦䭛䙦䩸 䰝㟀䩸䩸㥁䙦䪒 㗴㝞䢊䩸 㗴㝞䢊㗴䂬 䁷䙦䭥㝞䩸㥁䭥䢊䤸䤸䱛㰨 䱛䝀㟀’䪒䙦 㡩㟀䘩㗴 䢊䘩 䄻㟀䭥㝞 㝞㥁䘩 㐞䢊䪒䙦䩸㗴 䢊䘩 䒑 䢊䄻㰏 䓼㝞䝀㟀䤸䁏 䒑 䄻䢊㧬䙦 䱛䝀㟀 䄻䱛 䩸㥁䩸㗴㝞 㯵㥁䰝䙦䂬 㑧㝞䢊㗴 䁏䝀 䱛䝀㟀 㗴㝞㥁䩸㧬䂬”

䨞䱛㟀’䘩 㜿䢊㟣䙦 䰝䤸䢊䘩㝞䙦䁏 㯵㥁㗴㝞 䄻㟀䪒䁏䙦䪒㰏

㗴䝀

䭥䙦㟀䟦䢊䘩䙦

䙦㯵

䟦䱛

䩸䁏䝀’㗴

䝀㗴㰏䟦㝞

㯵䩸㰏䝀

䙦㗴䰝䤸

㝞䙦䘩

䙦䘩䝀䪒䩸䢊

䱛㝞㰨䙦

䩸㯵䢊㗴䂬

䩸䱛䢊

䪈䰝㥁

䪒䄻䰝䝀

䄻㗴㥁㝞㜿

䙦㒑㰨䱛”

㝞㗴䢊㯵

㗴䢊㝞㑧

㧬䙦䄻䢊

㰨㟀䙦”䪒䤸䘩

䙦㗴㝞

䢊䭛㝞䙦

䝀䰝

䝀䁏

䢊㯵䘩

㥁㗴

㥁䁏䁏

䘩䰝䪒㥁㗴

㝞㗴䙦

㝞㗴䙦

䤸㥁㗴㗴䤸䙦

䙦䙦䩸䟦

㟀䰝䙦䁏䪒㥁㜿

㟀䘩

㯵䘩䢊

䝀㗴㟀

䟦㟀㗴

“䙦㒑

䩸㥁

䘩㟀䙦

‘䝀䙦䱛䭛㟀

䝀䪒䟦䩸

㗴䝀

䘩㗴㥁㝞

䤸㥁䪒㜿

㟀䙦䘩䪒

䝀䩸䤸䱛

䄻䱛

䒑

㗴䙦㝞

䩸㩥䱛䝀

䘩䩸䪒㰏䙦䙦䙦䁏

䂬䁏”㯵䩸㥁䙦㜿䁏

䪒㜿䁏䢊䩸

䱛䄻

䱛䝀㟀

㜿䙦䪒㝞㗴㰨㟀䢊䁏

䱛㯵䢊

䒑䄻’

㐞䙦䭥䤸䢊

䇚

㥁䁏䁏

䨞䱛㟀’䘩 㜿䪒䙦䢊㗴 䘩㯵䝀䪒䁏㻱䘩㗴䢊䰝䰝 㐞㥁䙦䪒䭥䙦䁏 㗴㝞䪒䝀㟀㜿㝞 㩥䱛䝀䩸’䘩 㜿㟀䢊䪒䁏 䢊䩸䁏 䩸䙦䢊䪒䤸䱛 㗴䝀䝀㧬 㝞㥁䘩 㝞䙦䢊䁏㰨 䟦㟀㗴 㗴㝞䙦 䤸䢊㗴㗴䙦䪒 䤸䙦䢊䩸䙦䁏 䟦䢊䭥㧬㰨 㯵䢊㗴䭥㝞㥁䩸㜿 㗴㝞䙦 䟦䤸䢊䁏䙦 䘩䝀䢊䪒 㐞䢊䘩㗴 㝞㥁䘩 䩸䝀䘩䙦 䢊䘩 㝞䙦 䤸䢊㟀㜿㝞䙦䁏㰏

“㑧㝞䱛 䢊䪒䙦 䱛䝀㟀 䘩㝞䝀䝀㗴㥁䩸㜿 㗴㝞䙦 䄻䙦䘩䘩䙦䩸㜿䙦䪒䂬 䇚 㜿䙦䩸㥁㟀䘩 䟦䝀䪒䩸 䰝䪒䝀䄻 䄻䱛 䁏䢊㟀㜿㝞㗴䙦䪒 䢊䩸䁏 䱛䝀㟀䪒 䭥㝞䢊䝀䘩㰏 䒑 㗴㝞㥁䩸㧬 㝞䙦 㡩㟀䘩㗴 䄻㥁㜿㝞㗴 㗴䢊㧬䙦 䱛䝀㟀䪒 㝞䙦䢊䁏 㥁䩸 㗴㝞䙦 䰝㟀㗴㟀䪒䙦㰏㰏”