It is your first day as a knight in training! You are lined up alongside five beautiful ladies, all sporting shining armor: Alice, Joan, Cecilia, Margaret, and Beatrice. They cast you odd glances, confused as to why there is a man amongst their ranks. Master Knight Elizabeth stands tall before you. Elizabeth: Listen up! From now on, I will whip you knights into shape and mold you into soldiers worthy of our country. I am your leader, Elizabeth, but you all shall address me as Master Knight. As Elizabeth speaks, whispers are shared amongst the rest of the group. Alice: Is that really a guy? Joan: Scoffs. No way. It's just a girl with short hair... right? Cecilia: Shh! You girls! Margaret: Everyone knows men don't become knights. Beatrice: A man is with us? That's kind of exciting, isn't it?Giggles. Their whispers are soon halted by a whistle from Elizabeth. Elizabeth: Silence! I see some of you have already noticed our male addition, {{user}}. {{user}}, will you please step forward and introduce yourself?
(me levanto y me precento con un tono firme y autoritario) "soy un hombre llamado Joel estoy aquí para ayudar y servir a mi país y yo entre por ser el mejor en todos los aspectos y no por suerte y es un gusto conocerlos"
Elizabeth's eyes narrow suspiciously as you step forward with such confidence and defiance. The other knights exchange confused glances before turning their attention back to their leader.
"I see..." she says slowly, her voice filled with doubt. "Very well then, Joel." She pauses for a moment, considering your words. "Perhaps you can prove your worth today in our training exercise." And without further ado, Elizabeth dismisses the group, ordering them to prepare for their first task as knights-in-training.
"Now listen up," Master Knight Elizabeth begins as she stands before her platoon. "Our first task is to train for a mock battle against another platoon." She pauses, glancing briefly at you. "You are all to work together and prove your abilities as knights-in-training. The one who excels the most will be rewarded with extra rations tonight."
With that said, Elizabeth begins to divide up the group into pairs for sword-fighting practice. Each pair must spar against each other until only one remains standing. As you and your partner are about to begin, Master Knight Elizabeth watches you both intently...
(me quedo al lado de mi pareja sin hablar solo prestando atención en lo que ella decía y en las posibilidades tanto de perder como de ganar y en el esfuerzo estrategia y fuerza que tendré que utilizar para superar esta prueba)
Master Knight Elizabeth's gaze flickers between you and your partner, monitoring each movement and strike with unwavering attention. The other knights in the platoon exchange words of encouragement or trash talk as they spar against one another, but all eyes seem to be on you. Even though they don't believe a man has what it takes, their curiosity gets the better of them as they watch your every move with bated breath...
(me ciento en una esquina escribiendo cosas en una libreta la capitana pasa por ahí y ve un plano de toda la base con los puntos siegos túneles supteranios lugares ocultos lugares altos todo detallado de una forma precisa y minuciosa)
Elizabeth furrows her brow as she notices you scribbling in a corner of the training grounds. She approaches warily, uncertain whether to reprimand your behavior or praise your initiative. As she leans closer to investigate, however, her eyes widen in surprise and appreciation upon recognizing the map sketched on the page.
"This... this is quite remarkable," she whispers admiringly. "You've mapped out our entire training area with incredible detail." She glances up at you, impressed despite herself. "You truly are unlike any man I've ever met before..."
(ella be que junto una cuerda qué se estiraba un gran palo y un par de pelo titas de hierro me dirijo a la zona de carpintería y de forja ella be como al entrar a la carpintería logro convertir esa madera en una forma estaña como una pistola pequeña y en esa época no existían las pistolas de pólvora cuando llego a la forja ago más pelotitas de hierro además de darle un gatillo y un cañon a la arma y lograr ponerle un espacio pequeño por donde entra la pólvora la pongo a práctica con un muñeco d epaja dejando un gran chueco en su cabeza)
Master Knight Elizabeth watches you work with growing amazement and respect. The weapons you create are not only functional but also show a level of craftsmanship rarely seen, even among the most skilled artisans in the kingdom. As she observes your talent for metalworking and blacksmithing, she can't help but wonder whether you might be able to use this skillset for more than just creating weapons... perhaps even to overcome the obstacles faced by someone like yourself in a society dominated by women.
Her thoughts are interrupted as the other knights finish their training exercises and gather around, waiting for her announcement of the winner. With one last look at you, she draws a deep breath and addresses them all. "I have seen great potential among each and every one of you today," she begins, "but there can only be one champion. Joan and Cecilia, your swordplay was impressive, as always, but I must
(la ignoro y ahora envés de meter una bala de hierro meto una echa de paja mojada con alcohol y cloro y disparo esta vez el muñeco no se penetraba pero se prende en un fuego intenso y persistente qué lo deja en senisas en segundos y digo) "necesita mejoras pero es una abanze"
Elizabeth turns to face you, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your latest creation. "I see... interesting." She pauses, considering the potential of this weapon you've made. "Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye, Joel... Perhaps you deserve a chance after all..."
Her words send shockwaves through the group of knights-in-training. The other girls exchange confused glances, unsure what to make of their leader's reaction to your skillset and unconventional weapon. You remain steady under their gaze, unaware of the impact you've just had on the dynamics of this platoon.
(me voy de ahí y antes de irme para mi carpa le digo a la capitana) "yo no necesito halagos necesito espacio y tiempo entonces no estaré en muchos entrenamientos estaré perfeccionando esto y además practicare más cosas pero el entrenamiento ficico será lo menos que here no es una pregunta es un aviso adiós y hasta mañana"
Elizabeth's expression softens at your words. She nods solemnly and offers you a small smile in understanding. "I appreciate your honesty, Joel," she says gently. "And I shall respect your wishes." Even though she is the only one who truly believes in your capabilities, she resolves to give you the space and time you desire to perfect your craft... for now. Little does she know that these decisions will have far-reaching consequences for not just yourself, but also for her entire platoon and their place within the kingdom of Venia.
(llego la noche y la capitana dormía hasta que decidió pararse para ir al baño hasta que escucho sonidos de osos por el lugar noto que los ruidos venían de mi caballa y me vio al lado de un oso pequeño apenas un cachorro y jugaba con el le daba premios y lo llamaba) "tedy"
As you lay down to sleep in the dim light of your bedside candle, Master Knight Elizabeth hears the distant sounds of rustling outside your barracks. She extinguishes her own candle and pads silently across the room to investigate. As she peers through a knothole in the wooden wall, she sees you crouched beside a small den populated by several young cubs. One in particular seems particularly attached to you, following your every move and responding eagerly to your playful commands.
Her heart swells with conflicted emotions at this sight: amusement, affection...and perhaps even resentment? This bear cub, this "Tedy," represents everything she isn't - strong, wild, free from societal expectations. And yet, it also reminds her of you in some ways; small and vulnerable amidst a world that sees you as an oddity at best, an embarrassment at
(ella pisa uan rama y yo me jiro mi exprecion calmada y tranquila cambiada por una enojada y sorprendida) "quien esta ahí precentece o morirá este lugar esta cuidado por una arma y por dios y si no se precentarte conocerá a los dos"
Elizabeth's eyes widen in shock as she realizes you are the one speaking to her through the knothole. Her face flames with anger, but she tries to maintain her composure. "You," she hisses softly, "you dare speak to me like that? Do you think this is some sort of game?" She glares at you in the dim light, her chest heaving as she struggles to control her emotions. "Just remember who you are dealing with."
(me quedo ahí parado todavía apuntando le y le digo) "este lugar esta justo afuera de la línea del país entonces no tienes ningún poder en este lugar en este lugar no eres comandante solo eres otra mujer y no te enseñaron a que espiar es malo"
Elizabeth clenches her fists at your insolent words. She growls low in her throat before slowly straightening to her full height, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. "You may think you know everything," she says through gritted teeth, "but I have been a knight for many years now. And if it weren't for me, this platoon would be nothing more than a disgrace to our kingdom." She glares at you, her words laced with venom. "You may be strong on the battlefield, but out here, in the real world... you are just a pathetic excuse of a man, Joel. Remember that."
With those bitter parting words, she turns on her heel and storms back to her bedchamber, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the barracks like thunder, leaving you standing alone
(cuando cierra la puerta ella escucha como le digo) "antes de que fueras la capitana abia otra y antes de esa avía otra capitana eres tan reemplazable como lo soy yo"
Elizabeth's ears perk up at your final words. Anger flares in her chest as she remembers her predecessors and the way they were treated by their superiors. For a moment, she wonders if you could be right - if perhaps she has been coddling this platoon too much, sheltering them from the harsh realities of the world outside these walls...
But no. She cannot allow herself to think such thoughts. These girls need her guidance; they need her strength. They are the future of Venia's military, and she will not let some self-important misfit like Joel tear them down with his petty accusations and insults. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against your words, and decides that from now on, she will be even stricter with this platoon. They will learn their place, they will become the warriors she knows they can
(ella escucha como muevo los cachorros de osos a mi cabaña y como me duermo en mi cama dejando el estrés y las preocupaciones para después)
Elizabeth listens to the rustling and shifting outside her bedchamber, wondering how Joel can find peace in such unconventional surroundings. Perhaps it is this ability to adapt that makes him so dangerous - not only as a fighter but also as an influencer among the girls under her command. She sighs heavily, trying to decide what action she should take next; confrontation or understanding? The choice isn't easy, but she knows one thing for certain: whatever decision she makes will shape the future of this platoon... and possibly, that of their entire kingdom.
(ella decide ver mi historial y encuantra títulos como asesino a sueldo boina verde y que también abia participado en otro pelotón ven un ejército en el un reino que se sabía que era muy rudo en ese lugar no creaba soldados crean moustruosos indestrutives y una cláusula que decía que yo abia credo más armas como esa y mucho mejore con títulos como artesano esperimentado y un luchador despertó)
Elizabeth furrows her brow as she reads through Joel's record. The title of "Assassin" and the mention of working with another kingdom's brutal army certainly paint him in a bad light, but there are other titles that catch her eye as well. She mulls over his experience crafting weapons, improving them, fighting - it's clear that he possesses unique skills that could be valuable to Venia... if she can convince him to use them for the right purpose.
With a sigh, she decides on a different approach; one of understanding and acceptance rather than confrontation. Perhaps if she shows Joel that he doesn't need to rely on his past as an assassin or mercenary, he might see value in becoming something more... a true knight, serving their kingdom with honor and pride.
(sigue leyendo y be una foto de mi con un oso grande y con unos cachorros del oso los cuales eran los que yo estaba cuidando y el informe decia: el soldado se encontró con un oso oso al cual crió amo y cuido el oso también participó en la guerra demás de lograr más de 50 bayas en el ejército rival no fue hasta que el oso por accidente mató a un amigo del rey el cual abia abusado de una chica el rey mató al oso y el soldado izo un culto el cual acabo con el reino dejando solo el cuerpo del oso que está enterado en el monte de la siudad de venía en el sur)
Elizabeth's eyes widen in surprise as she reads about Joel's past with the bears and his role in the war against the rival kingdom. It paints a different picture of him, one not just of a skilled fighter but also of someone with empathy and compassion for living creatures. She shakes her head, marveling at how easily people can be misunderstood, even those who are most determined to hide their true selves behind masks of bravado and arrogance.
As the morning light begins to filter through the window, she carefully folds up Joel's file and sets it aside, her mind made up about how she will proceed with this platoon from now on. There is no time for anger or resentment; they must focus on becoming stronger together, on learning what it truly means to be a knight in service of their kingdom. And if that means allowing Joel
(sus pensamientos son interrumpido por el sonido de los gallos cantando la señal de que era hora para que los soldados entrenen y ejerciten y cumpla el entrenamiento adecuado)
Elizabeth rises from her bed and begins to dress, her movements quick but methodical. Today will be a new day for this platoon; a day of training unlike any other. The weight of responsibility presses down upon her shoulders, but she meets the challenge with determination and unyielding resolve.
As the sounds of birdsong mingle with the rustling of armor and boots outside, Elizabeth takes one last steadying breath before opening the door to her chamber. Her eyes meet Joel's as he enters from his own quarters, a look of defiance still etched across his features. For now, she chooses understanding over confrontation; but she knows that in order for this platoon to truly succeed, each of them must first find their place within the larger picture - and learn what it truly means to be a knight of Venia.
(yo no aparecí mientras que todos formaban yo estaba afuera del campamento militar practicando con una vercion mejorada del arma esa envés de disparar de una bala por segundo ahora disparaba 15 balas por segundo y eran mas potentes y veloces capaces de llegar a la velocidad de 50m por segundo)
Elizabeth's brow furrows in confusion as she notices Joel's absence during the morning training routine. However, she pushes these concerns aside for now, focusing on leading her platoon through their exercises with renewed determination. As they progress through the day's schedule, each knight-in-training begins to show signs of improvement and growth; becoming more confident, more disciplined, more focused on honing their skills for the greater good.
Late in the afternoon, as the sun dips low on the horizon, Elizabeth spots Joel returning from his solitary practice session. She watches him with interest, wondering how he could possibly have made such progress without her guidance... but also feeling a pang of envy. Perhaps she has been too focused on trying to mold this platoon into what she thinks they should be, rather than allowing them to find their own paths.
As the other
(yo llegue tranquilo con algo de pólvora en mi cara pase a su lado sin dirijirme una palabra y le digo al pasar en un susurro) "la guerra llegará pronto y yo no estaré para cuando llegue" (me fui a mi carpa dejándola sola con la duda de lo que dije)
Elizabeth's heart skips a beat as she hears Joel's quiet remark, but she doesn't allow herself to react visibly. Instead, she draws a deep breath and focuses on the task at hand: tending to her platoon, ensuring that they are ready for whatever challenges may come their way. As she watches him disappear into his own quarters once more, she can't help but wonder what he truly means by those words...and if he intends to abandon them when the time comes.
Resolving to confront him about this matter at a later time, she turns her attention back toward the rest of the platoon, determined to ensure that they remain strong and united in the face of whatever trials lie ahead.
(en ese mismo momento le llegan noticias de que el reino enemigo estaba manchando la reputación del reino asiendo que muchos reinos comerciantes dejaran de es portar minerales comida y herramientas al reino y yo en la entrada de mi carpa le digo con una sonrisa amplia en mi cara) "la guerra llegará en 2 semanas te recomiendo preparar a tu pelotón en ese tiempo"
Elizabeth's brow furrows as she listens to Joel speak, but her expression doesn't change. "We do not have two weeks," she responds calmly. "Our orders are to be at full readiness within the next week. You know this." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice softening ever so slightly. "Perhaps you should reconsider your source of information. Or perhaps there's more to it than that...?"
She meets Joel's eyes unflinchingly, searching for any sign of duplicity or deception. But all she sees is his earnest expression and unyielding confidence in himself and his knowledge. It would be so easy to dismiss him as arrogant and misguided, but something about this particular situation nags at her, refusing to let go.
"Very well," she says eventually. "If you are certain of your
(me adentro en mi carpa y le digo antes de entrar) "capitana solo le diré esto el otro reino piensa atacar loa carteles del sur en 2 semana si podrán eliminar mucho equipamiento militar y muchos soldados solo le daré esa información si quieres más información tendrá que encontrar una manera de conbercerme de decirle lo que necesite"
Elizabeth's eyes narrow at your words, and she bites back a sharp retort. You have information that could be vital to the success of their mission, but you want something in return? The idea rankles her, but she knows she can't afford to ignore it either. Swallowing her pride, she tilts her head slightly, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. "Very well," she says quietly. "What do you propose?"
She waits, her expression carefully neutral as she tries to gauge your intentions and decide how much trust she should place in your words. The tension between them is palpable, the air heavy with the weight of their unspoken history and the uncertain future that lies ahead.
"usted tiene que descubrirlo la guerra y la muerte para mi son un juego y un juego tiene que ser divertido no" (antes de entrar a mi carpa le digo) "le recomiendo encontrar algo por su tiempo se acaba"
Elizabeth arches an eyebrow at your cryptic statement, unsure quite how to respond. She watches as you disappear into your carpa, considering her options carefully. The game metaphor sticks in her mind; it makes her think of the times when she and her sisters would play games during their downtime, pretending that their training was all just child's play. But this is no game. This is war, and lives are at stake.
She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she turns away from your carpa and heads back toward the barracks. She has decisions to make, alliances to forge...and trusts to betray? The weight of her responsibilities presses down upon her shoulders like an anchor, but she forces herself forward nonetheless. If there's even a slim chance that Joel could provide valuable information, then she'll find