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Fischer suddenly sat quietly beside Azul, resting his chin on his hand, and spoke in a tone that was half mocking, half curious, "Hmph... what big news! It's amazing that something could make those aloof guys show such surprised expressions. How incredible is that?" Fischer's gaze swept over the table of officers with a mix of disdain and curiosity.
Azul followed Fischer's gaze to the group of excited officers, whose expressions grew increasingly animated. Some even exchanged high-fives, looking as if they had encountered something worth celebrating. A hint of confusion crossed Azul's face as he whispered to Fischer, "Is this... a good thing? They seem so happy, so it must be, right?"
Fischer raised an eyebrow, seemingly weighing the implications of the situation before responding, "That depends on who you ask. It might be good for them, but for us ordinary soldiers? Who knows?" His tone revealed a hint of indifference and disdain, as if the officers' joy had nothing to do with him. After hearing this, Azul nodded, feeling a slight agreement with Fischer's words while also being unable to suppress his curiosity about the exciting news.
On this hot afternoon, the restaurant was usually filled with an atmosphere of fatigue and casual chatter. However, at this moment, the entire space was replaced by a tense and expectant ambiance. A young officer stood in the center of the room, his voice cutting through the noise of the air conditioning and surrounding clamor; each word was loud and infectious. His shoulders trembled slightly with excitement as he gripped a folder tightly in his hands, as if it contained secrets that could change their fate.
"Listen up! Everyone pay attention! The hope of Noxus has arrived!" he emphasized again, this time with a gravity that plunged the previously noisy restaurant into silence. Every soldier halted their actions; even those who usually wore indifferent expressions showed concern, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. Even the kitchen staff, who typically only cared about food, temporarily set down their spatulas and focused intently on the officer as if his next words could determine their destiny.
Azul nervously turned to look at the officer along with everyone else, filled with an indescribable excitement. With each beat of the officer's words, it felt as though the air in the restaurant vibrated; the soldiers' heartbeats seemed to synchronize with him as they quietly awaited news that could alter their life trajectories.
In the restaurant, the young officer stood tall, his face radiating pride and passion. His voice was firm and resonant, cutting through the din of the space.
"Our Summoner has just defeated the legendary Nightmare in Summoner's Rift! They have accomplished a feat never before achieved across Rune Continent!" His voice echoed in the air, each word striking at the hearts of the soldiers present.
"Let glory belong to Noxus!" The officer's shout struck like lightning after a thunderous silence.
The room fell instantly silent; everyone seemed stunned by this news as if time itself had frozen. The once thought weak Noxus Summoner had achieved such an impossible feat—this was not just a tremendous victory for them individually but also a great honor for all of Noxus.
After a few seconds of silence, thunderous applause and cheers erupted in the restaurant. The soldiers' faces were alight with pride and excitement as they high-fived each other to celebrate this unprecedented victory. Some even stood up to salute the officer, expressing their admiration for this news and their pride in the Noxus army.
Azul was also swept up in this wave of passion; hope sparkled in his eyes as his heart brimmed with limitless possibilities for the future. Today, he felt even more certain that the path he had chosen was honorable and that the country he served was strong.
In the restaurant, when the young officer announced the astonishing news, Azul excitedly joined in the celebration with the surrounding soldiers. He clapped loudly and cheered, as if he were directly participating in this momentous victory. The soldiers around him, even those he had never met before, were infected by this shared joy, embracing him and sharing in this hard-won glory.
In stark contrast, Fischer's reaction was quite different. The Veteran appeared far less excited than Azul; in fact, he seemed somewhat indifferent. He leisurely dipped a piece of dry bread into some thick white meat sauce and slowly chewed it, as if deliberately distancing himself from the raucous celebration. Fischer's expression showed little fluctuation; his gaze seemed to reveal a hint of cold indifference or a weary worldliness, as if he had already experienced countless battles and could no longer be stirred by any victory.
Azul noticed Fischer's indifference and couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt: had such victories truly lost their novelty for a Veteran who had endured so many fights? Or was it the weight of sacrifice behind them that made these Veterans unable to genuinely rejoice in any triumph? This thought weighed slightly on Azul's heart, yet he still could not suppress his excitement over this unexpected victory.
As the young officer's voice echoed again in the restaurant, his tone carried an uncontrollable excitement: "This afternoon, they will be personally received by The Triumvirate and awarded the Warrior's Badge! My friends, the new Summoner has brought us a glimmer of hope! We finally have the chance—" His voice trembled with emotion, "finally have the chance to showcase our strength again... war! That is war!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire restaurant seemed to ignite. Soldiers stood up one after another, their faces filled with fervor and desire, strong emotions rendering them unable to contain themselves. They shouted loudly, their voices growing louder, filling the space with cries of "War! War!" These two words seemed like a key that unlocked the blood and yearning within every soldier's heart.
Azul felt the fiery passion in the surrounding environment; this atmosphere even made him feel slightly breathless. The fervor for war was reignited at that moment; every Noxian soldier appeared to be warming up for the impending battle, their eyes filled with resilience and anticipation. In such an environment, Azul found himself involuntarily swept up in it, a surge of indescribable emotion rising within him, accompanied by an unprecedented sense of heavy responsibility.
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