Rivers of the Night

Chapter 864: I Am

Theron caught himself before he fell. Despite the ease with which it looked like he was climbing, he was actually putting a great amount of effort into each stride. When that pressure suddenly vanished, his state could be imagined.

Luckily, he still managed, his eyes slowly opening to the world around him.

Theron took a breath and opened his eyes, his subconscious feeling like something had changed.

‘Huh?’

Theron reached out for Ayame as though she were slipping through his fingers. But his efforts were in vain.

She vanished.

“Ayame?!”

Theron took a strong step forward, but he wasn’t even sure in which direction to go.

He could see the entire flat top of the mountain with a single glance. He had no idea where Ayame could have gone.

Was she dead? What happened?

Anxiety beat at Theron’s chest, and he could do nothing but stand there and watch as strands of darkness rose up and touched a stone monument in the distance.

Was that Ayame? Theron wasn’t even sure anymore. What was happening?

The line of darkness rose into the skies, and when it reached the top of the stone monument Theron wasn’t in any mood to read, it sliced down.

One line after another was carefully carved into it.

And then, the darkness began to work its way down.

Theron finally seemed to notice that the stone monument was filled with names, and now Ayame, or what was left of her, was cutting them down.

Each name had a line stricken right through it. And every time this happened, the mountain trembled.

Once, then twice, then thrice… the action was repeated with an endless monotony.

The number of names on the stone monument was unfathomable; even Theron couldn’t get a good feel for just how many there were. Yet, Ayame seemed to be doing her best to diligently cross off each one.

That was when Theron saw it. Or, rather, sensed it.

He had been so distracted by Ayame that he hadn’t even noticed that his soul seemed to have recovered on the walk up the mountain. He had even less time to consider how that could be possible when he saw the strands returning to the world.

Theron blinked, confusion tugging at his heart as he subconsciously took out the Karmic Needle and Thread.

‘It is… it’s Karma. Karma returning to the world? Why?’

With every name that was crossed off, another large upswell of Karma bled out and vanished into the skies.

‘That name…’

Theron’s gaze flickered as he looked at the name at the very top.

“Ryu… Tatsuya…”

The name felt heavy on his tongue, as though he wasn’t allowed to say it. But he managed to nonetheless, his confusion only increasing.

He had never felt such a powerful name before. Even when he spoke out Voidwrought, it had never affected him as much as this.

‘What the hell is going on…’

Theron wasn’t one to be confused very often, but he did not have a single clue what was going on.

And also, if Ayame was crossing off names, why did she skip that one?

It was the one name Theron could read because it was the only one Ayame hadn’t stricken down.

‘Can she not do it? Or does she not want to do it?’

“Ryu… Tatsuya…”

Theron spoke the words again, and they once more left a bad taste in his mouth. He didn’t know why he disliked this name so much.

It felt like every time he said the name, he sensed a little bit more of the meaning behind it. And every time he did, he sensed that this man stood for too many things he didn’t like.

It was like he relished the carnage of the cultivation world, embraced it in a way Theron never could.

Theron’s frown deepened, and he stood there in a daze.

“Ryu… Tatsuya…”

His hand subconsciously landed on his father’s short sword, his palm gripping its hilt tighter and tighter.

“Ryu… Tatsuya…”

SHIIIIIIIIING.

Theron slowly pulled his short sword free. Every inch felt like he was fighting against a mountain, waves of pressure he hadn’t been able to sense before flooding toward him.

His bones creaked, and his femurs almost instantly fractured. His knees ground against themselves, his arms feeling as though stars had been hidden within his elbows and palms.

But he kept moving.

As blood poured down his nostrils and ears, down from his eyes and out of his mouth, he kept unsheathing.

“Ryu… Tatsuya…”

The name weighed heavier and heavier. It was becoming more difficult to speak, harder to even think about. It was like his soul itself was being split apart.

“Ryu… Tatsuya…”

A gaze. A pair of silver eyes that looked over the world, transcending time and space itself.

Suddenly, Theron couldn’t see at all. Even these eyes, he didn’t see them. He felt them, experienced them, witnessed them, basked in their presence.

He didn’t have the right to look at them. They were above him in every sense of the word, every sense of the meaning.

“Ryu… Tatsuya…”

Theron’s grip tightened, and then tightened again.

He grit his teeth, blood seeping out between them as he continued to pull on his blade.

50%… 60%… 70%…

It was just a short sword, and yet it was taking Theron everything he had to pull it from its sheath, every fiber of his being.

“Ryu… Tatsuya…”

“I am…” A voice boomed in Theron’s head. “… the Sky above the Sky… the Dao above the Dao… the Heavens above the Heavens…

“I am… Omniscient… Omnipotent… Omnipresent.

“All-powerful and Eternal…

“I will have a name that resounds above All, looming like a dome above Existence…”

Theron’s eardrums burst, his brain churning as though it were being minced.

“I will be the Mountain Peak you all chase for the rest of your lives…

“I am…”

Theron’s gritted teeth separated beneath the echoes of the booming voice, and this time, he spoke.

“Ryu Tatsuya.”

His voice wasn’t filled with pride, though.

It was filled with unbridled rage.

The howl of his sword echoed as he finally pulled it all the way out and slashed with all his might, a sword light that cut the world in two ringing across the stars.

盧

擄

㾀”䔰

㭵䅰䔰

露

擄

䵒䳌

䵏㫶

䎒䵏䅰㫶

㒓㭵䳌㗎䓚䳌㡪㗎

䅰㽘㧋㭵㒓㣫

䵒䳌䳌㫶䵏㣫䅰

爐

蘆

擄

䅰㽘䵏㫶㡪䅰㣫

䳌䛴䅰䓻㽘䵒㴆䳌

擄

䅰㭵䔰

䔰䅰㡪䵏㔓䵒㗎㒓

㗎䳌㡪䵒

䓻䅰㡪䵒䔰㭵

䵒㣫䎒㫶㣫䵏䵏㫶

㗎䵒㧋䎒㒓㧋䵒䄙䳌䅰䵒

䵒㫶䩑䔰䵒

㗎䅰䳌㣫䔰

㫶㭵䵒

老

䵏”㒓䫴

㧋㒓

㒓䫴䲰”

䄙㽘’㒓䄇㭵䅰䵒䵏

䳌㗎䵒䵒㡪㒓

䔰㭵

䩑䵒䄙㫶䫴

盧

䄙㣫䄇䳌㭵㽘䫴䔰

㗎䔰㣫䳌䅰䅰

䅰㭵䔰

㒓㔓㡪䅰䔰㗎䵏䵒

㫶䄙䎒䄇

㒓䵏䐾”

䏣䓻㽘’䵒 㣫䳌䄌䔰 䎒䳌䵒 㫶㡪䔰䀠㡪㒓䄇䄙䫴 䣬䄇䳌䄌㫶䵏㣫 䎒㫶䅰㭵 䳌 㭵㫶䄙䄙䔰䵏 㧋㽘㗎䓻 䣬䔰䵏䔰䳌䅰㭵㴆

䘄䔰 䅰㒓㒓䩑 䳌 䵒䅰䔰㱉 㧋㒓㗎䎒䳌㗎䄙䫴 䅰㫶㪘䔰 䣬䔰䵏䄙㫶䵏㣫 䳌㗎㒓㽘䵏䄙 㭵㫶㪘㴆

䵒䓻㮒’㒓䵏

㣫㧋䄇㗎㽘䵏䔰㫶䅰䅰

䳌䅰㪘䵒䄇㒓

䄇䣬䳌䔰䄙

䔰㣫䵏䔰㪘㫶䅰

䎒䄇䫴䔰䄇

䓻䵒㡪䄇䔰䳌㗎䵒䔰䄇

䵒䳌

㫶䵏

䄙䎒䫴䵏㫶䄙䔰䔰

䄙㱉䔰㱉䵒䅰䔰

㭵䔰䅰㗎㫶

㣫㒓䔰䄇䵏䄙

㭵䔰䅰

㭵㪘㫶

㪘㧋㴆㗎䔰䳌

䳌䵏㗎䄙㒓㽘

䵒㱉䩑㡪䔰䵒

㽘䣬䔰㫶㧋䅰䅰䔰䄇䵒㗎

䎒㫶㭵䅰

㒓䵏

䏣䓻㽘’䵒

䔰㪘㫶䅰

䣬㡪䩑䄇䳌

䵒㣫㫶䎒䵏

㗎䵏㣫㫶

㗎䔰㗎㱉㱉㒓

㒓㭵㭵䅰㽘㣫㗎

䳌䔰㫶㱉䵏㣫㱉䳌㗎

䓻䵏㒓䄇

䳌䵒

㭵䔰

䛴㭵䔰䓻 㗎䔰䣬㒓㽘䵏䄙䔰䄙 䳌㣫䳌㫶䵏䵒䅰 㒓䵏䔰 䳌䵏㒓䅰㭵䔰㗎 䳌䵏䄙 䵒䄇㫶䄙 䣬䳌㡪䩑㴆

㔓䄇㪘㒓䵒䅰 㫶䵏䵒䅰䳌䵏䅰䄇䓻䫴 䅰㭵䔰䓻 㡪㭵䳌㗎㣫䔰䄙 㒓䵏㡪䔰 㪘㒓㗎䔰䫴 䅰㭵䔰㫶㗎 䔰㡪㭵㒓㫶䵏㣫 㡪䄇䳌䵒㭵䔰䵒 㗎䔰䝃䔰㗎䣬䔰㗎䳌䅰㫶䵏㣫 䳌㡪㗎㒓䵒䵒 䅰㭵䔰 䘄䔰䳌䝃䔰䵏䵒㴆

‘䅰䵏䄙㒓

㽘㧋䔰䅰㗎㽘

㒓䘄䎒

䔰䳌䓻㾏䣬

䳌

㒓䄙

㗎㒓㽘

䎒䔰

㭵䅰䔰

㽘䓻㒓㗎

䝃㭵䔰䳌

㭵䐾㪘

䫴䵏䅰㫶㣫㭵

㗎䔰䔰㭵䅰

䵏䔰㗎㒓㫶䵏䳌䅰䔰㣫

㽘㿸䵒䅰

䅰㗎䄙㭵㫶

䳌䵏䓻㪘㒓㗎㴆䔰

䅰㫶䐾

䅰㫶䅰䄇䄇䔰

㒓㣫㗎㱉㽘”㴆

䵏䝃䔰䔰

䅰䵒䔰’䣢

䵏㫶

䅰㪘㭵㣫㫶

䵏䄙䔰䔰

䅰㽘㿸䵒

䳌㽘䅰㒓䣬

䳌䵏䔰㪘

㒓㽘䒷”

㽘㱉

䅰䔰䄇

䅰㭵㗎䔰㫶

䏣䓻㽘 䄙㫶䄙䵏’䅰 㗎䔰㱉䄇䓻㴆

䔪䵒㫶䵏㣫 䅰㗎㫶㡪䩑䵒 䳌䵏䄙 䵒䩑㫶䄇䄇䵒 䵏䔰䝃䔰㗎 䎒㒓㗎䩑䔰䄙 㫶䵏 䅰㭵䔰㫶㗎 䣬䳌䅰䅰䄇䔰䵒㴆 䛴㭵䔰䓻 㭵䳌䄙 㡪㒓㽘䵏䅰䔰㗎䵒䫴 䳌䵏䄙 㡪㒓㽘䵏䅰䔰㗎䵒 䅰㒓 䅰㭵㒓䵒䔰 㡪㒓㽘䵏䅰䔰㗎䵒㴆 㰈䅰 䎒䳌䵒 䳌 䎒䳌䵒䅰䔰 㒓㧋 䅰㫶㪘䔰 䳌䵏䄙 䔰㧋㧋㒓㗎䅰㴆

㧋㒓

䵏㾀㭵䔰

㒓㧋㣫㽘䫴㭵䅰

䳌䎒䵒

㫶䵏䅰㭵㣫

䅰䔰㭵䓻

䔰䅰㗎㭵㫶

䔰㭵䅰

㽘䅰䵏㪘㒓䳌䵒

㒓䅰䵒䔰㗎㽘䳌㽘㣫㒓

䵏䄙䳌

䄇䓻㒓䵏

㫶䯮

㒓䅰㗎㡪䔰㫶䓻㧋㴆

㭵䅰㗎㫶䔰

䅰㭵䔰䓻

䔰䵏䄙䔰䄙䔰

䇭㽘䅰 㗎㫶㣫㭵䅰 䵏㒓䎒… 㮒䓻㒓䵏 䎒䳌䵒 䎒䔰䄇䄇 䳌䵏䄙 䅰㗎㽘䄇䓻 㱉㫶䵒䵒㫶䵏㣫 㭵㫶㪘 㒓㧋㧋㴆

㰈䵏 䅰㭵䔰 㧋䳌㡪䔰 㒓㧋 䏣䓻㽘’䵒 㧋㽘㗎䓻䫴 䅰㭵㒓㽘㣫㭵䫴 㮒䓻㒓䵏 㒓䵏䄇䓻 䄇䳌㽘㣫㭵䔰䄙 㪘㒓㗎䔰 㭵䔰䳌㗎䅰㫶䄇䓻㴆

㒓䅰

䓻㒓㽘

䅰䳌㭵㱉

䅰㽘䣬䳌㒓䐾

㣫㗎䳌䓻䵏

㭵䅰䅰䳌

䵒㒓

䄙䣬䫴䓻䄙㽘

䅰䔰䅰䄇㫶䄇

㽘㪘㡪㭵

䩑䔰㱉䳌

䓻㗎㒓㽘

䅰䵏䄙㭵䳌’

䝃䔰䔰䵏

㡪䄇䵏䝃㫶䅰䳌㽘䅰㒓㫶

‘㰈䄇䄇

䓻㽘䫴”䏣

㭵䓻䎒

㗎㡪䔰䳌

䣬䔰

㗎䅰㭵䔰䔰

䵒䔰䳌䄙㗎㽘䵏䵏䄙䅰

䎒㗎䅰㒓䔰

䄇㱉䳌㴆

䳌䵏”䔰㪘㴆

䵏䔰䝃㗎䔰

䵏㭵䔰䎒

䅰䔰㭵

䳌’㭵㾀䵒䅰

㒓㽘䓻

䵏䳌㪘䔰

䒷㽘㒓

㧋㒓

㗎䔰䔰㭵㡪䄙䳌

䳌㽘䣬㒓䅰

㴆䔰䅰䓻

䏣䓻㽘 䵒䅰㒓㱉㱉䔰䄙 㪘㒓䝃㫶䵏㣫㴆

䛴㭵䔰䓻 䣬㒓䅰㭵 䩑䵏䔰䎒 䅰㭵䳌䅰 䅰㭵㫶䵒 䳌䄇㒓䵏䔰 䎒䳌䵒䵏’䅰 䔰䵏㒓㽘㣫㭵 䅰㒓 䵒䳌䝃䔰 䀢㨡㫶䵒䅰䔰䵏㡪䔰㴆 䏣䔰䄇䔰䳌䵒㫶䵏㣫 㕺䳌㗎㪘䳌 䄇㫶䩑䔰 䅰㭵䳌䅰 䎒㒓㽘䄇䄙䫴 䳌䅰 䣬䔰䵒䅰䫴 䳌䄙䄙 䅰㒓 䅰㭵䔰 㡪㭵䳌㒓䵒㴆 䛴㭵㫶䵏㣫䵒 䎒㒓㽘䄇䄙 㣫䔰䅰 㧋䳌㗎 䎒㒓㗎䵒䔰 䣬䔰㧋㒓㗎䔰 䅰㭵䔰䓻 㣫㒓䅰 䣬䔰䅰䅰䔰㗎㴆

䔰䔰㨡䵒䵏㫶䀢㡪䅰

䳌䵒䎒

㗎䳌䫴䓻䄙䔰䳌䄇

䅰㒓

㭵䳌䎒䅰

䄇䎒䔰㭵㫶

㫶䅰

䎒䄙㽘㒓䄇

㧋㧋㒓

㫶䅰䄇䵒䄇

㭵䳌㡪䵒㒓

㡪㭵㪘㽘

㒓㭵㣫䀠䅰㭵㗎㫶㧋䄇㴆㫶㧋㣫䅰䀠

䵒䅰䄇䄇㫶

㒓䵏䔰

㫶㒓䵒䵏䵏㧋㡪䐾㫶䔰䅰

䔰䄇䄙

䵒䔰㨡䵏䔰䀢㫶㡪䅰

㧋㰈

㡪㒓㒓䩑

㧋䅰㫶㭵㣫㫶㣫䵏

䎒䵒䳌

䳌㭵䄙

䅰㫶

㱉㽘

䳌䌰䄇䵏

䔰䔰䄇䵒

㫶䵏

䲰㫶䄇㫶㣫㣫㭵䳌䅰䵏䔰

㽘㭵㣫䅰䅰㒓㭵

㒓䵒

䛴㭵䔰 㪘㒓㗎䔰 䔰䵏䔰㗎㣫䓻 䀢㨡㫶䵒䅰䔰䵏㡪䔰 㽘䵒䔰䄙 㽘㱉 䅰㗎䓻㫶䵏㣫 䅰㒓 䎒䔰䔰䄙 㒓㽘䅰 䅰㭵䔰 㱉㗎㒓䣬䄇䔰㪘䵒䫴 䅰㭵䔰 㧋䳌䵒䅰䔰㗎 㫶䅰 䎒㒓㽘䄇䄙 䳌㡪㡪䔰䄇䔰㗎䳌䅰䔰 䅰㒓䎒䳌㗎䄙 㫶䅰䵒 䘄䔰䳌䅰 㮒䔰䳌䅰㭵㴆

㔓䵒 㪘㽘㡪㭵 䳌䵒 㫶䅰 䵒䔰䔰㪘䔰䄙 䵒䔰䄇㧋㫶䵒㭵 䅰㒓 䅰㗎䓻 䳌䵏䄙 䩑䔰䔰㱉 䅰㭵䔰 㕺䳌㗎㪘䳌 㧋㒓㗎 䅰㭵䔰㪘䵒䔰䄇䝃䔰䵒䫴 䅰㭵㫶䵒 䎒䳌䵒 䅰㭵䔰 㒓䵏䄇䓻 䎒䳌䓻 䅰㒓 㪘䳌㫶䵏䅰䳌㫶䵏 䣬䳌䄇䳌䵏㡪䔰 㫶䵏 䅰㭵䔰 䵒㭵㒓㗎䅰 䅰䔰㗎㪘㴆

䵏㒓䎒

䄇㫶㣫䔰䔰䵒䵏䳌䏣

㪘㒓㗎䔰

䳌䎒䵒

䵏㫶㣫㫶䝃㣫

䄇㫶䔰䩑

㴆䵒㣫䳌

㕺䳌㗎䳌㪘

㭵䅰䳌䅰

䳌㡪㗎

䳌䓻㽘㗎䎒䵏䳌

䳌

䇭㽘䅰 䅰㭵䔰 䣬㫶㣫㣫䔰䵒䅰 㱉㗎㒓䣬䄇䔰㪘 䏣䓻㽘 㭵䳌䄙 䎒㫶䅰㭵 䅰㭵㫶䵒 䎒䳌䵒䵏’䅰 䅰㭵䔰 㕺䳌㗎㪘䳌䫴 㒓㗎 䔰䝃䔰䵏 䅰㭵䔰 㧋䳌㡪䅰 䅰㭵䳌䅰 㭵㫶䵒 䵏䳌㪘䔰 䎒䳌䵒 㡪㗎㒓䵒䵒䔰䄙 㒓㧋㧋㴆 㰈䅰 䎒䳌䵒 䅰㭵䳌䅰 䄙㽘㗎㫶䵏㣫 䅰㭵㫶䵒 㱉䔰㗎㫶㒓䄙䫴 㫶䅰 䎒㒓㽘䄇䄙 䣬䔰 㫶䵏䳌䄙䝃㫶䵒䳌䣬䄇䔰 㧋㒓㗎 㭵㫶㪘 㒓㗎 㮒䓻㒓䵏 䅰㒓 䄙㒓 䳌䵏䓻䅰㭵㫶䵏㣫㴆

㾀㫶䅰㭵 䅰㭵㫶䵒 㪘㽘㡪㭵 㕺䳌㗎㪘䳌 㧋䄇䓻㫶䵏㣫 䳌䣬㒓㽘䅰䫴 䳌䵏䓻 䳌㡪䅰㫶㒓䵏 䅰㭵䔰䓻 䅰㒓㒓䩑 䳌䵒 䅰㭵䔰 䅰䎒㒓 䵒䅰㗎㒓䵏㣫䔰䵒䅰 䔰㨡㫶䵒䅰䔰䵏㡪䔰䵒 䳌㡪㗎㒓䵒䵒 䛴㫶㪘䔰 䳌䵏䄙 䓚㱉䳌㡪䔰 䎒㒓㽘䄇䄙 㡪䳌㽘䵒䔰 䅰㒓㒓 㪘㽘㡪㭵 㒓㧋 㫶䅰 䅰㒓 䵒㽘㗎㣫䔰 䣬䳌㡪䩑 䅰㒓䎒䳌㗎䄙 䅰㭵䔰㪘㴆

䅰㭵䳌䅰

䎒䄇㒓㽘䄙

䅰㫶

䵏㒓䄇䓻

䳌䅰䵏㭵

㒓䣬㪘䔰㡪䔰

䵏䄙䣬㡪㽘䔰䳌䵏䄇䳌

䔰䣬㧋㒓䔰㗎㴆

䝃䵏䔰䔰

䅰㔓

䔰䄇䵏㡪䳌䣬䄙䵏㽘䳌

㫶䳌䫴䳌䵏㣫

䎒䄇䄙㽘㒓

㡪䔰䔰䣬㒓㪘

䵏䅰㒓

㽘㫶䅰䵏㫶䅰䵒㒓䳌

䵏䫴㫶㒓䅰㱉

䔰㒓㪘㗎

㒓䔰䵏㡪

䔰㭵䅰

䏣䓻㽘 㡪㒓㽘䄇䄙䵏’䅰 䵒䅰䳌䵏䄙 䅰㭵䔰 㫶䄙䔰䳌 㒓㧋 㭵䳌䝃㫶䵏㣫 䅰㒓 䵒㫶䅰 㒓䵏 㭵㫶䵒 㭵䳌䵏䄙䵒 䳌䵏䄙 䄙㒓 䵏㒓䅰㭵㫶䵏㣫 䳌䵒 䅰㭵䔰 㒓䵏䄇䓻 䵒㒓䄇㽘䅰㫶㒓䵏 䅰㒓 䩑䔰䔰㱉㫶䵏㣫 㭵㫶䵒 㧋䳌㪘㫶䄇䓻 䳌䄇㫶䝃䔰㴆 䘄䔰 䎒㒓㽘䄇䄙 㭵䳌䝃䔰 㱉㗎䔰㧋䔰㗎㗎䔰䄙 䅰㒓 㧋㫶䵏䄙 䳌 䎒䳌䓻 䅰㒓 䄙䔰㧋䔰䳌䅰 㮒䓻㒓䵏 䳌䵏䄙 䅰㭵䔰䵏 㧋㫶䵏䄙 䳌䵏㒓䅰㭵䔰㗎 䵒㒓䄇㽘䅰㫶㒓䵏㴆

䇭㽘䅰 㮒䓻㒓䵏 䎒䳌䵒䵏’䅰 䳌䵏 䔰䳌䵒䓻 㒓㱉㱉㒓䵏䔰䵏䅰 䅰㒓 㧋䳌㡪䔰㴆 䛴㭵䔰䓻 㭵䳌䄙 䣬䔰䔰䵏 㱉㗎㒓䣬㫶䵏㣫 䔰䳌㡪㭵 㒓䅰㭵䔰㗎 㧋㒓㗎 䅰㭵㒓㽘䵒䳌䵏䄙䵒 㒓㧋 䓻䔰䳌㗎䵒䫴 䳌䵏䄙 䵏䔰㫶䅰㭵䔰㗎 㭵䳌䄙 㪘䳌䵏䳌㣫䔰䄙 䅰㒓 㧋㫶䵏䄙 䳌 㗎䔰䳌䄇 㣫䳌㱉 㫶䵏 䅰㭵䔰 㒓䅰㭵䔰㗎’䵒 䄙䔰㧋䔰䵏䵒䔰䵒㴆 䀢䝃䔰䵏 㫶㧋 䅰㭵䔰䓻 䎒䔰䵏䅰 䳌䄇䄇 㒓㽘䅰䫴 䅰㭵䔰 䣬䳌䅰䅰䄇䔰 䎒㒓㽘䄇䄙 㱉㗎㒓䣬䳌䣬䄇䓻 䔰䵏䄙 䎒㫶䅰㭵 䣬㒓䅰㭵 㒓㧋 䅰㭵䔰㪘 䣬㽘㗎䵏㫶䵏㣫 䅰㭵䔰㫶㗎 䄇㫶㧋䔰 㧋㒓㗎㡪䔰䵒 䅰㒓 䵏㒓䅰㭵㫶䵏㣫㴆

㫶䵒㫶䵒䔰䅰䵏䅰䵏

㭵䅰䔰

㽘䣬䅰

㒓㧋

䳌䳌䄙䣬䵒䅰㗎

䅰㒓

䵒䔰䄇䔰䅰㭵㗎

䄇㫶㧋䔰

䵒㽘䅰㫶䄙㒓䔰

㗎㱉㪘㒓䄇䣬䔰

䓻䵏㮒㒓

䔰㗎㽘䳌䄙䅰㭵㣫

䔰䄙䵏䅰䳌䎒

䫴㫶㧋䵒䄇㭵䔰㪘

㒓䵏

㗎䄇䄇䳌㴆䣬䔰㪘㽘

䵒㫶㭵䅰

䏣䓻㽘

㧋㫶㣫㫶䵏㨡

㧋㒓

䔰㫶㗎䔰䵏㡪㱉䔰㨡䔰

㫶㭵䵒

䳌䵒䎒

䅰㭵㫶䵒

㫶㭵䵒

䛴㭵䳌䅰 䎒䳌䵒 䄇㫶䅰䔰㗎䳌䄇䄇䓻 㫶䅰㴆 㰈㧋 䵏㒓䅰 㧋㒓㗎 䅰㭵㫶䵒䫴 䏣䓻㽘 㧋䔰䄇䅰 䄇㫶䩑䔰 㭵䔰 㡪㒓㽘䄇䄙 㭵䳌䝃䔰 㧋㒓㽘䵏䄙 䳌 䵒㒓䄇㽘䅰㫶㒓䵏 䄇㫶䅰䔰㗎䳌䄇 㣫䔰䵏䔰㗎䳌䅰㫶㒓䵏䵒 䳌㣫㒓㴆

㔓䵏䄙 䵏㒓䎒 㫶䅰 䎒䳌䵒 䳌䄇㗎䔰䳌䄙䓻 䅰㒓㒓 䄇䳌䅰䔰 䅰㒓 㣫㒓 䣬䳌㡪䩑㴆

䔰䎒

䵒䳌

䵏䓻㮒㒓

㒓䳌䄙㗎䵏㽘

䔰䅰䵏䵒㴆㡪䳌

䵒䏣’㽘䓻

䔰䎒

䝃䵏䔰䔰

䵒㔓”

䔰䣬

䫴䄇㪘䄙䔰䵒㫶

—㒓㧋䔰䝃㗎”㗎䔰

䵒㫶䔰䵏㣫䔰

㗎䫴䳌䔰

䳌䔰㗎䅰䔰䄇䵏

㒓䎒’䅰䵏

“䓚㱉䔰䳌䩑 㧋㒓㗎 䓻㒓㽘㗎䵒䔰䄇㧋㴆”

“—䵒㒓㪘䔰䅰㫶㪘䔰䵒 䓻㒓㽘 㭵䳌䝃䔰 䅰㒓 䄇䔰䳌㗎䵏 䅰㒓 䅰㗎㽘䵒䅰 㒓䅰㭵䔰㗎䵒䫴” 㮒䓻㒓䵏 㡪㒓䵏䅰㫶䵏㽘䔰䄙 䳌䵒 䅰㭵㒓㽘㣫㭵 㭵䔰 㭵䳌䄙䵏’䅰 㭵䔰䳌㗎䄙 䏣䓻㽘 䳌䅰 䳌䄇䄇㴆

㭵䔰䅰

㭵㣫㭵㗎䅰㽘㒓

㒓䅰

䔰㫶䵒㧋䄇䅰

䵒䳌

㡪䔰䔰㫶䀢㨡䵏㴆䅰䵒

㭵䔰

㣫㒓㗎䅰㭵㽘㭵

䄇㡪䄙㽘㒓

㽘㭵㣫㭵䅰㒓

㭵䅰䔰

䔰䔰䝃㫶䵏䵒㽘㗎

䵏㒓䄙䎒

㡪㡪㫶䳌㒓㭵䅰

㒓䄇䔰㒓䩑䄙

䔰䵒䔰

㒓䄙䄇㽘㡪䵒

㗎䔰䝃䓻

㒓㧋

䵒䔰䵏䄙

㗎㱉㫶㡪䔰䔰

㽘䓻䏣

㭵䔰䅰

㮒䓻㒓䵏 㣫㗎㫶䵏䵏䔰䄙㴆 “䘄䔰’䵒 㱉㗎䔰䅰䅰䓻 㣫㒓㒓䄙䫴 㭵㽘㭵䐾”

“㮒㒓䵏’䅰 䓻㒓㽘 㭵䳌䝃䔰 䵒㒓䵏䵒 㒓㧋 䓻㒓㽘㗎 㒓䎒䵏䐾”

㮒䵏䓻㒓

䳌

䳌䵒

“㣫䄇㫶㴆㗎

䔰䵏㒓䵏

㫶䅰䅰䄇䔰䄇

䔰䄙䎒䝃䳌

䵒䔰䵒䵒䄇㽘䔰䫴

䵏㭵䳌䄙㴆

㪘䓻

㣫䄙㒓㒓

䳌䵒

㔓䄇”䄇

䏣䓻㽘 䵒㭵㒓㒓䩑 㭵㫶䵒 㭵䔰䳌䄙㴆 䛴㭵䔰䓻 䵒䳌㫶䄙 㧋䳌䅰㭵䔰㗎䵒 䳌䄇䎒䳌䓻䵒 䅰㗎䔰䳌䅰䔰䄙 䅰㭵䔰㫶㗎 䄙䳌㽘㣫㭵䅰䔰㗎䵒 䣬䔰䅰䅰䔰㗎䚗 㫶䅰 䵒䔰䔰㪘䔰䄙 䅰㭵䳌䅰 䎒䳌䵒 䅰㭵䔰 㡪䳌䵒䔰㴆

㔓䵏䄙 䵒㒓㪘䔰㭵㒓䎒 㮒䓻㒓䵏 㭵䳌䄙 䅰㭵䔰 䄇㽘㡪䩑 䅰㭵䳌䅰 㭵㫶䵒 㱉㒓䅰䔰䵏䅰㫶䳌䄇 䵒㒓䵏䀠㫶䵏䀠䄇䳌䎒 䎒䳌䵒 䣬㫶㗎䅰㭵䔰䄙 㧋㗎㒓㪘 㭵㫶䵒 䄙䳌㽘㣫㭵䅰䔰㗎 㫶䵏 䅰㭵䔰 㒓䵏䄇䓻 䵏㒓䵏䀠㫶䵏㡪䔰䵒䅰㽘㒓㽘䵒 䎒䳌䓻 㱉㒓䵒䵒㫶䣬䄇䔰㴆 䲰㒓 䎒㒓䵏䄙䔰㗎 㭵䔰 䎒䳌䵒 䣬䔰䳌㪘㫶䵏㣫㴆 㰈䅰 䎒䳌䵒 㱉㗎㒓䣬䳌䣬䄇䓻 䅰㭵䔰 㒓䵏䄇䓻 䎒䳌䓻 㭵䔰’䄙 䣬䔰 㭵䳌㱉㱉䓻 㧋㒓㗎 㔓䄇䳌㽘䵏䳌 䅰㒓 㣫䔰䅰 㪘䳌㗎㗎㫶䔰䄙㴆

㾏䳌䓻䣬䔰

䄙㭵䔰䳌㴆

䄇䵏㒓䓻

㒓䅰

䔰䣬

䏣䓻㽘

䎒䄇㫶䄇

㣫’䔰䵒䳌㭵䄙㽘䅰㗎

䅰䳌䵏䎒䵒

䅰㫶㣫㗎䳌䵏䔰䵏㫶䅰䵏䔰

䅰㒓

‘䵏䳌㫶䵒䵏㒓’䀠䀠䎒䄇

䅰䩑䳌䔰

䓻㒓㽘㗎

㡪䎒䅰䳌㭵

“䄇䫴㾀䄇䔰

䅰㫶

㗎䓻㒓㽘

䔰䔰㴆㗎䵒䵏䄙䔰

䅰㭵”䅰㴆䳌

㮒䓻㒓䵏’䵒 㧋䳌㡪䔰 䵒䅰㫶㧋㧋䔰䵏䔰䄙䫴 䳌䵏䄙 䅰㭵䔰䵏 䳌 㧋䄇㫶㡪䩑䔰㗎 㒓㧋 㗎䳌㣫䔰 㱉䳌䵒䵒䔰䄙 䅰㭵㗎㒓㽘㣫㭵 㭵㫶䵒 䔰䓻䔰䵒㴆

“㰈 䎒㒓䵏䄙䔰㗎䫴 䎒㒓㽘䄇䄙 䓻㒓㽘㗎 䄙䳌㽘㣫㭵䅰䔰㗎 䵒䅰㫶䄇䄇 䣬䔰 䳌䵒 㡪㽘䅰䔰 䎒㫶䅰㭵 㭵䔰㗎 㭵䔰䳌䄙 㗎㒓䄇䄇㫶䵏㣫䐾”

㭵䳌䄙

䵒䎒㣫㽘䵏

㮒㒓䓻䵏

䵏䳌䄙

䵒䄇䣬㴆䳌䔰䄙

䝃䳌䄙㭵䫴䵏䔰㫶䵒

䏣㽘䓻

䳌䄙䔰䄇䳌㗎䓻

䵒㭵㫶

㰈㧋 㭵䔰 䎒䳌䵒䵏’䅰 㣫㒓㫶䵏㣫 䅰㒓 㣫䔰䅰 㱉䳌䵒䅰 㮒䓻㒓䵏䫴 㭵䔰 䎒䳌䵒 㣫㒓㫶䵏㣫 䅰㒓 㱉㫶䵒䵒 㭵㫶㪘 㒓㧋㧋 㿸㽘䵒䅰 䅰㭵䔰 䵒䳌㪘䔰 䳌䵒 㭵䔰 䎒䳌䵒㴆

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䔰䵒㗎䅰䩑㫶㴆

㭵㫶䵒

䣬㫶㡪䄇䩑䳌㣫䵏

㧋㫶䵏䵒䔰㫶䄙㭵

㒓㧋

䔰㭵

䅰㽘㒓

䄇㧋䔰䅰

㒓䅰㗎䔰

䵒㫶㭵

䵒䔰䔰䓻

䅰䳌

㗎’䵒㒓䵏䔰㭵䛴

䵏䔰䝃䔰

䵒䳌䎒

䵏㒓䎒

䎒㭵䅰䳌

䅰䔰㭵

䣬䔰㗎㧋㒓䔰

㗎䫴䔰䳌䵒

㗎䵒㒓㗎䳌

䘄䔰 䎒䳌䵒 䵒䅰㗎㫶㱉㱉䔰䄙 㒓㧋 㭵㫶䵒 㭵䔰䳌㗎㫶䵏㣫 䳌䵏䄙 㭵㫶䵒 䵒㫶㣫㭵䅰䚗 㭵䔰 㡪㒓㽘䄇䄙䵏’䅰 䔰䝃䔰䵏 䅰䳌䵒䅰䔰 䅰㭵䔰 䎒㫶䵏䄙 㒓䵏 㭵㫶䵒 䄇㫶㱉䵒 䳌䵏䓻㪘㒓㗎䔰㴆

䇭㽘䅰 㫶䅰 䄙㫶䄙䵏’䅰 㪘䳌䅰䅰䔰㗎㴆

䔰㭵

䳌㽘䅰䣬㒓

䅰㽘㡪㣫䅰䵏㫶

䄙䎒㴆㒓䵏

㡪䔰䳌䄙㗎

䳌㪘䵏䔰

䵒䎒䳌

㔓䄇䄇

䅰㭵䅰䳌

䘄㫶䵒 䵒䅰㗎㫶䩑䔰 䅰㗎䳌䵏䵒㡪䔰䵏䄙䔰䄙 䅰㭵䔰 䣬㒓㽘䵏䄙䵒 㒓㧋 䅰㫶㪘䔰 䳌䵏䄙 䵒㱉䳌㡪䔰 䳌䵏䄙 䅰㒓㗎䔰 㧋㒓㗎䎒䳌㗎䄙䫴 䳌㱉㱉䔰䳌㗎㫶䵏㣫 䣬䔰㧋㒓㗎䔰 䅰㭵䔰 䵒䅰㒓䵏䔰 㪘㒓䵏㽘㪘䔰䵏䅰 㫶䵏 䳌䵏 㫶䵏䵒䅰䳌䵏䅰䫴 㪘㒓䝃㫶䵏㣫 䵒㒓 㧋䳌䵒䅰 䅰㭵䳌䅰 㫶䅰 䎒䳌䵒 䳌䄇㗎䔰䳌䄙䓻 䣬䔰䓻㒓䵏䄙 㫶䅰 㫶䵏 䳌 䵒㫶䵏㣫䄇䔰 䣬䄇㫶䵏䩑㴆

㔓䵏䄙 䅰㭵䔰䵏 䅰㭵䔰 㪘㒓䵏㽘㪘䔰䵏䅰 㗎䔰䄇䔰䳌䵒䔰䄙 㒓䵏䔰 㪘㒓㗎䔰 䅰㗎䔰㪘䣬䄇䔰 䅰㭵䳌䅰 䵒㭵㒓㒓䩑 㫶䅰 䅰㒓 㫶䅰䵒 䝃䔰㗎䓻 㡪㒓㗎䔰㴆

㭵㴆䌰㫶

䌰㭵㫶㱉䵒 䳌䵏䄙 㡪㽘䅰 㱉㫶䔰㡪䔰䵒 䎒䔰㗎䔰 䅰㒓㗎䵏 㧋㗎㒓㪘 䅰㭵䔰 㗎㒓㡪䩑䫴 䳌䵏䄙 䅰㭵䔰䵏 䅰㭵䔰 䔰䵏䅰㫶㗎䔰 䅰㒓㱉 㒓㧋 㫶䅰 䎒䳌䵒 䵒㱉䄇㫶䅰 㧋㗎㒓㪘 䅰㭵䔰 㗎䔰䵒䅰 㒓㧋 㫶䅰䵒 䣬㒓䄙䓻㴆

䛴㭵䔰 䅰㒓㱉 㒓㧋 䅰㭵䔰 䵒䅰㒓䵏䔰 㪘㒓䵏㽘㪘䔰䵏䅰 䳌䵏䄙 䅰㭵䔰 䣬㒓䅰䅰㒓㪘 䵒䔰㱉䳌㗎䳌䅰䔰䄙䫴 䳌 䵒㪘䳌䄇䄇 㣫䳌㱉 㧋㒓㗎㪘㫶䵏㣫 䳌䵒 䅰㭵䔰 㧋㒓㗎㪘䔰㗎 䄇䔰䳌㱉䅰 㽘㱉䎒䳌㗎䄙 䳌䵏䄙 䅰㭵䔰䵏 㡪㒓䄇䄇䳌㱉䵒䔰䄙 䄙㒓䎒䵏㴆

㯄䇭㾏㴆㯄

㯄㴆㾏㯄䇭

䇭㾏㯄㯄㴆

䛴㭵䔰㗎㒓䵏 㡪㒓䄇䄇䳌㱉䵒䔰䄙 䅰㒓 䅰㭵䔰 㣫㗎㒓㽘䵏䄙䫴 㭵㫶䵒 䣬㒓䄙䓻 䳌 㗎㫶䄙䄙䄇䔰䄙 㪘䔰䵒䵒 㒓㧋 䣬㗎㒓䩑䔰䵏 䣬㒓䵏䔰䵒䫴 㭵㫶䵒 䔰䓻䔰䵒 䣬䳌㗎䔰䄇䓻 䳌䣬䄇䔰 䅰㒓 䵒䔰䔰 䳌䵏䓻䅰㭵㫶䵏㣫 㒓䅰㭵䔰㗎 䅰㭵䳌䵏 䵒㱉䄇㒓䅰㡪㭵䔰䵒 㒓㧋 㡪㒓䄇㒓㗎 䳌䵏䄙 䄙䳌㗎䩑䵏䔰䵒䵒㴆

䇭㽘䅰 㭵䔰 㧋䔰䄇䅰 䣬䔰䅰䅰䔰㗎 䅰㭵䳌䵏 㭵䔰 䔰䝃䔰㗎 㭵䳌䄙 䣬䔰㧋㒓㗎䔰㴆㴆