Obito Speech 소설 & 이야기

He just needed to stand by his truth. ​"I did," Tobi said. ​His voice was quiet, barely more than a murmur, but in the sudden stillness of the morning, it carried to the very edge of the crowd, as clear as a bell. ​He didn't give a grand speech. He didn't explain the intricate symbols he’d hidden in the patterns or the way the blue represented the rain they’d all been praying for. He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow.

He was breathing in shallow, irregular rasps, his fingers twitching against the fabric as if he were still trying to fight off the crowd in the courtyard. "You're too loud," a weak, gravelly voice murmured from the pillow. I stopped. Obi’s eyes were open, just two thin slits of dark, glassy gray tracking my movement with immense difficulty. "How are you feeling?" I asked, the standard question sounding stiff and ridiculous in the quiet room. "Like your men used iron bars instead of boots," Obi croaked, his throat clicking as he swallowed. "Did... did the servers drop?" "No," I said, leaning down slightly so he didn't have to strain to hear me. "The dead-man switch held. You're still worth mo

“You have an interesting but fleeting mortal life ahead of you.’’ he said, I felt the discomfort as his ancient eyes bored through me, farewell master of chaos, my blessings till our path cross again.’’ On saying this, Shokoti walked backwards into a doorway of mist and vanished, Elegbara’s remains erupted in a canopy of black flame as the howls of the first of his children reached my ears. “Are you ready to bite more monsters my sweet?’’ I sent to Oshe. “Hurry up unless you’re afraid or I shall bite you instead.’’ it sent back. With a laugh I roared the battle cry of my forebears in challenge and raced to meet them.

my mum shouted, Mum just derives pleasure in embarrassing somebody . "3-0." that voice in my head snickered. "when did the biting of lips and sucking of lips become the same thing ?" "Don't you know the person sitting down, before you start looking like Zombie? "Mum asked "4-0" that voice whispered again I nodded my head negatively. "You don't know Kenechukwu. My friend's son, Mrs Obiagwu. The boy you used to refuse to respect then. The one Baba teacher named dotun. " She kept on rambling.

I grunted, raising my middle finger and spinning wildly as I shouted, “FUCK YOU!" Right on cue, Assista-bot rolled out of a corner, his antenna spinning crazily as he beeped aggressively in judgement. His little claw-arms pointed at me as he jumped as if screaming, watch your language, Captain! “Why didn't you act out when she used a–oh, forget it.” I let out a soft groan as I pushed him to the side with my leg. "Go rotate a screw or something, ass.” He let out another loud beep of ‘how dare you’ and rolled out again, muttering blips. I sighed hard, facepalming and dragging my fingers through my hair as I turned back to the man.

It’s almost too easy. "Signorina, you cannot park here," he stammers in Italian, glancing nervously at the car. "It is dangerous." "I didn't park here on purpose!" I whine, taking a step closer, crowding his personal space. I place one hand on his shoulder, my finger grazing his neck. He freezes. Poor boy. "The engine just died. The dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree. Do you know anything about cars? Please?" "Loop initiated," Oba’s voice drops into my ear. "You have forty seconds."

"Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway." Luna mentally agreed but said nothing. "Okay, repeat after me... Guergh ferga arghugheda—" Her heartbeat was throbbing loudly against her ribcage as she listened to the voice creating some gurgling-like sounds. But she had no choice but to follow him. ❇❇❇ "I can see you of-of course!," the normal answered him. "Wait, a normal speaking their language?" He stared at the normal. It spoke their language. Even though it's accent sounded funny, it was speaking THEIR language! No normal could do that. His brain was trying to process everything

A pause as Alpha Duc spoke. “Tôi thích nói ngôn ngữ mẹ đẻ của bạn qua điện thoại để những người khác sẽ không thể biết tôi là gì (I prefer to speak your native language over the phone so others will not be able to know what I am saying).” “Tôi thích nói ngôn ngữ mẹ đẻ của bạn qua điện thoại để những người khác sẽ không thể biết tôi là gì (no I just like to confuse people)”

all these questions ran wild in Victor's mind, but the one he saw fit to ask was "what is it called?" "Otumopkor....it is called Otumopkor." Orie answered in the calmest voice he could, in order for the students to understand what he was saying, but still "Otu what??" Shiro asked with a voice that reached the ears of everyone in the class. "Mopkor" Orie replied, sarcastically completing the word for Shiro. Many other questions were thrown at Orie but he was out of time as a bus finally arrived to pick them up.

“Oh, I am sorry I screamed, sir. It is just that… I am lost. Could you please tell me where we are?” “Certainly, young man. We are inside your head.” “My head?” “Yes, your head. To be exact, we are in a dream of yours.” “A dream? You mean to say I am dreaming? Right now?” Without realizing it, Ecto had adopted the face of the Skeptical Third World Child meme. “Yes. Is it so hard to believe?” “No, not really. I am sorry, sir. It is just that, well, bots are not supposed to dream.”