[FGO] Stone is a bad civilization

what's wrong with me?That's what I asked myself on the way to the simulated training ground at a brisk pace.Since early in the morning, he has been wrong, and just now he even got angry at Romani for no reason.Obviously, it is easy to see that the other party is joking, and the content of the joke is not very bad, but why do I react so strongly to this?even at the end...

The pent-up anger in my heart made me feel restless. I stopped at the door of the training room and almost opened the electronic door with a "smashing" movement. The sound of my fist hammering on the door opening button even shocked me. Staff debugging analog equipment in the room.

"Huh? Doctor? Are you going to use the simulated training ground now?" The staff member looked at me and pushed his glasses nervously.

"Yes, please help me open the A-1 level mock battle."

"A-1?!" The other party turned pale with shock, "No, no, no master without a follower cannot enter such a high-level simulation training."

"I used to use A-1 all the time, it doesn't matter."

"But Doctor Roman..."

I shook my head at him: "He agreed."

The other party hesitated: "Really? Well..."

I watched the staff member lower his head and tapped on the operating table for a while, and then the gate leading to the inside opened.I walked into the inner room and glanced at the densely packed blank dolls inside.

Unless the power supply is interrupted, the simulation training cannot be completed without defeating all the dolls.After hearing the heavy gate close behind me, I flexed my wrist and silently recited the headline precautions of the training ground in my heart.At the same time, the pre-set hostile creature templates also began to load projections on the blank puppet, and within a few breaths, the originally plain white training ground was crowded with giant stone puppet. It gradually became noisy, and there were rumbling sounds made by hard stones rubbing against each other everywhere.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground was obviously inaudible in the noise, but after I took half a step forward, the movement of the stone puppet in the space suddenly stopped for a moment, and in the next second, hundreds of pairs of empty eyes They all aimed at me.

I took another step forward, the sound of the heel landing was like a signal, the eyes of the puppet suddenly lit up, like stars, flashing an ominous red light, the fully activated artificial puppet group was restless When they got up, the sounds from the collisions seemed to faintly exceed the previous momentum.

When hundreds of puppets moved with heavy steps and formed an airtight encirclement around me, I felt as calm as my brain was stuffed with ice.The puppet's attack is heavy and has agility that doesn't match its huge size. After evading the first attack neatly, I caught a glimpse of the fierce wind wrapped in the huge stone fist from the corner of my eye and cut off a few strands of me. Braided hair.

I didn't even have time to mourn for my hair for a second. I quickly reached out and grabbed the arm that the puppet hadn't had time to retract. While swinging my body up into the air with force from my waist, I quickly kicked the opponent's neck with a kick. Hearing an extremely loud "crack", the puppet's thick neck, which was almost connected to the shoulders, shattered together with its jaw, and several small stones burst from the fracture and fell to several people around. On the puppet's body, the sounds made by its two-two knocks were quickly buried by more, louder, and denser, thicker moving sounds.

I stepped on the puppet's chest at the right time, jumped up with the momentum of its falling backwards, and landed firmly on the shoulder of another puppet.

The red eyes clung to my body like a shadow, and I had no time to stop, and I didn’t want to stop. For a while, only the rumbling noise of hard objects hitting each other and colliding, and my own haste Breathing.

I don't know how long it took, after the last puppet shattered into a huge incapacitated rock, the reality image projected on the puppet gradually faded, the sound of the engine restarted, and the heavy gate behind it was slowly lifted by the crawler. rise.I bent down and took out the only eight-linked twin crystal produced in the bodies of these puppets, and when I straightened up and looked towards the door, I saw the doctor and Fujimaru who had been standing outside the training room for an indefinite amount of time. Lixiang.

I stumbled out of the wreckage of dolls all over the floor, and stuffed the orange-red crystal into Romani's hand who obviously hadn't reacted yet.

I glanced at the stunned Fujimaru Tachika standing beside Romani, and nodded to him.

"It's just right, come in with me."

After all, I turned my head and was about to return to the training room, but before I could take a step, I felt someone grab my wrist and lift it to eye level.

I heard Fujimaru Tatsuka let out a small exclamation.

Romani grabbed my wrist with one hand and the palm-sized eight-linked twin crystal with the other, frowning tightly.I could feel the force on my wrist getting heavier and heavier, but it suddenly became lighter when I was about to cry out in pain.The doctor put down my hand but didn't let go. His fingers trembled slightly, as did his voice.

"Lixiang should go to Matthew first, and Xuejian will follow me to the infirmary."

Fujimaru Tachika hurriedly responded, and seemed to turn her head to look at me worriedly before leaving.I didn't say goodbye to him, I just lowered my eyes and tried to shake my wrist a little, but I got a more unquestionable restraint on my wrist.This was a tentative move. After getting a negative attitude, I stopped trying, but followed the other party's traction and left the simulation training room behind him.

The wound on my hand has already healed by itself. The doctor couldn't help sighing when he grabbed my hand and wiped it with alcohol cotton for the first time. The skin under the blood was intact, but Romani still chose to use cotton to slow down the wound. Slowly wipe away the dirty blood that almost covered the entire back of my hand.

"Are there any other wounds, on the body or on the legs?"

I shake my head.Maybe there is, but it has healed now, and there is no need for more disinfection.

Romani let go of my hand, closed the glass bottle containing alcohol cotton, sat up straight on the chair, and asked me, "Are you willing to talk to me now?"

I hung silent for a while, and then said softly: "I don't know what to say."

"Then... I ask, you answer?"

I nodded.

"Can you tell me, when I said that sentence, did it remind you of anything?"

The figure with long white hair flashed in my mind, I hesitated for two seconds before saying in a deep voice, "I thought of the director."

"But," I added at once, "I don't find your words offensive to me."

Romani looked at me and encouraged me to continue talking with his eyes.

His eyes are beautiful green, which can easily remind people of the endless open grassland. I stared at his pupils for a while, and miraculously felt that the restlessness in my heart seemed to fade a little bit.

I calmed down, put my eyes aside and continued: "I can face up to my feelings of liking and admiration for the director, and I have truly realized the weight of this feeling in my heart. They exist, but they have not reached a certain level. Height. Now I can even rationally say 'I used to like her'..."

"But, it's intellectually."

I raised my eyes to look at Romani, not too surprised to find that he was still looking at me very seriously, so I also tried to force myself to look back, and repeated the last sentence just now.

"But, it's intellectually."

"So," Romani frowned in confusion, "Emotionally, you still can't accept this recognition calmly?"

I nodded, then shook my head again.

"It's very complicated," I said. "If you said such things to me now, I would definitely laugh it off, but at that time... I couldn't control my emotions. It's strange, this emotion may be somewhat different from the director's." Connection, no, they are closely related."

I suddenly felt a little dazed. The emotion came quickly and violently, like a prairie fire, but disappeared suddenly in the next second. Now I am sitting here trying to recall the experience at that time, but I am helpless. Found that my memory of this has started to be relatively skewed.

"I just think it's absurd and ridiculous," I racked my brains, but I can only recall a little bit of self-reflection after the sudden awakening, "I feel that my rationality and sensibility are completely divided into two diametrically opposed parts ...I, I may not be able to control my emotions and behaviors now." I felt myself start to tremble uncontrollably.

"Relax, relax..." Romani got up and came forward to hold my hands tightly. He took off the gloves, so that the warmth of his palms could be transmitted from a small piece of skin that was tightly attached, and I squeezed them subconsciously. I squeezed my fingers together, and after getting a stronger grip from the other party, I closed my eyes and trembled, took two deep breaths, and finally calmed down gradually.

"Same as half a year ago."

After I calmed down, Romani said so.I opened my eyes, and my gaze was focused on our still tightly clasped hands for a few seconds, then I shivered and struggled to free his hand.

Romani didn't care about my embarrassment, he just reached out and stroked my hair, and then sighed.

I looked up at Romani, and found that he looked at me with some helplessness and some unbearable eyes. He said, "You put too much pressure on yourself again. It was obviously hard to adjust your body and mind before the first mission." State, but now it relapses for the same reason, what should I say to you."

"How was your sleep?" he asked me.

"...not very sleepy."

"This is why you stayed up all night yesterday? It's not that you're not sleepy, but that you couldn't sleep at all... I should have thought of it earlier, when you took out the sleeping pills," Romani suddenly scratched his face with regret. Hair, "I shouldn't have been so easy back then..."

I almost habitually wanted to tell him that this is not your problem and that I am fine, but I immediately thought about the possible consequences of my words, and in the end, I could only bite the bullet and explain to the other party: "Go I feel a lot better now after the training ground, really."

"I told you a long time ago that using force to vent pressure is the worst way. If you don't treat the symptoms, it will make your situation worse." He curled his fingers and tapped on the side table. Twice.

My eyes glanced at the ring on his hand, and I retorted subconsciously without moving my mind: "I don't have that much pressure, and it's not for venting."

"Whether it's emotional problems or work problems, these are things I should complete and solve. I didn't force myself to do things I didn't want to do..."

I suddenly stopped talking.

I saw Romani take the white gloves that had been thrown aside, and squeeze them tightly in his hands.The smile he had always had on his lips looked a bit forced at this moment.

"You are forcing yourself to immediately accept the rational cognition about the director's feelings, forcing yourself to read papers that you have no interest in, and forcing yourself to cheer up every day so that everyone thinks that you have fully recovered."

He was obviously standing, looking down at me from a condescending perspective, but the words he said were inexplicably begging.

"No one has been forcing you all this time, so don't force yourself, okay? See, now, you should learn how to rely on and trust your companions."