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Mario rode a spirited horse, his robe billowing as he and a few loyal guards swiftly shuttled along the road to Mushroom Kingdom. Among their group, the flag of Mushroom Kingdom soared high in the sunlight, becoming the most vivid symbol in this land. The colors of the flag were particularly dazzling in the morning light, representing not only the glory of Mario and Mushroom Kingdom, but also the symbol of their indomitable and forward-looking spirit.
Along the way, on the country lanes, the farmers had just begun their day's work. They had been slowly pushing their plows, preparing the fields, but when Mario's entourage came into view, all work came to a sudden halt. These ordinary people, upon seeing Mario, immediately showed deep respect and admiration for him, kneeling down to pay homage to this hero in their eyes.
This kind of scene is not uncommon on Mario's journey. The farmers kneel down, their eyes filled with joy for Mario's victories and deep respect for him as a person. This is not just recognition of Mario's military achievements, but also the ultimate praise for his personal qualities and leadership charm.
As Mario rides through the fields of Mushroom Kingdom, there is a subtle smile on his face as he accepts the awe and admiration of the farmers along the road. They kneel to pay homage to the hero who led them to victory. However, deep down in Mario's heart, he does not truly feel joy or satisfaction from this scene.
Mario secretly pondered in his heart that the admiration and love of these people were only out of fear of power and blind worship of the strong. In his view, these farmers repeated the same labor day after day, living in this dirty and poor land, their thoughts and vision limited to their small circle of life, unable to understand or reach the world where Mario lived and the burden he carried.
Although he would not say it out loud, in Mario's eyes, these people were actually a group of simple, rough existences, and their admiration and love did not cause much of a stir in his heart. Mario had a clear understanding of his own identity - a hero, a ruler, and this identity placed him in a higher position, overlooking the lives of these farmers.
As Mario led the team closer to the city, the bustling streets and gathering crowds gradually increased. The houses and shops were closely arranged, creating a lively scene. The civilians on the street immediately recognized the hero Mario and eagerly knelt down in the most devout manner to express their admiration and gratitude. The victory in the defense battle at the eastern border quickly spread throughout every corner of the city like a spring breeze, becoming the talk of the town.
Mario wore a fake smile of satisfaction as he waved in response to the crowd's cheers and praises. However, deep down in his heart, he held a completely different view of it all. He silently scorned these civilians, considering them shallow and ignorant, easily manipulated. In his eyes, the fervor and blindness of these crowds were nothing but stepping stones for him to achieve greater goals.
"These fools had better make way for my upcoming attack to go smoothly," Mario muttered to himself. He had grand ambitions and far-reaching thoughts. The victory at the eastern border was just the beginning of his lofty aspirations. Mario knew that to achieve his ambitions, he needed not only courage and strength, but also the blind adoration and support of these common people. His heart was filled with schemes and ambitions. Faced with the unknown challenges ahead, Mario was already prepared, using the power of these "fools" to pave the way for his goals.
As Mario rode his horse to the magnificent royal palace, the road on both sides was already filled with a crowded crowd, stretching their necks to catch a glimpse of this hero's style. In front of the magnificent palace gates, Mario dismounted slowly, his guards shadowing him closely, ensuring that no one could disturb him. Every move of Mario's attracted the attention of the crowd. He waved in response to the crowd's enthusiasm as he slowly walked towards the palace gates.
As he was about to step through the threshold of the palace, Mario stopped in his tracks, turned to face the expectant crowd. In that moment, his expression turned serious and solemn, displaying the dignity and concern of a king. He knew full well that although the defense battle was won, victory did not come easily, and behind every success lay countless sacrifices and efforts.
Mario began to speak, his voice resonating powerfully through the crowd: "Dear people of Mushroom Kingdom, this victory belongs to each and every one of us. However, we must not forget that behind every victory are the sacrifices of our brave soldiers and countless civilians. We repelled the enemy, defended our homeland, but all of this success did not come easily."
His words silenced the crowd, and as they listened to Mario, they felt the severity and cruelty of this war. Mario continued, "We must remember that true courage is not just facing the enemy on the battlefield, but also in times of peace, where each of us must strive for our kingdom and our future. Let us join hands and build a more prosperous, peaceful Mushroom Kingdom together."
Mario's words ignited patriotism in the crowd, and they responded loudly, expressing their support and admiration for Mario. After this brief speech, Mario turned and walked into the palace, leaving behind a more united and hopeful people.
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