Dancing On Ice: 1-6 Important Views

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Alina asks Honda if he can be her coach, but is met with mockery and stinging criticism.

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Style: Event Logs: Grand Prix Recommended: Triumphant Gaze Rewards: 3,000 , 600 , 3 , 1 , 1 , Blueprint: Vengeful Swan

Vengeful Swan

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This man is--

• ...a profit-oriented businessman!
  • Unlocks 1-7 Comforting Move
• ...a mysterious and eccentric man!
  • Honda Itsuki's Goodwill will rise
  • Unlocks 1-8 New Thrill

Transcript

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• Nastia and I have become even closer.
• Honda has vanished again, making my training far more pleasant.
• I hum a little tune as I pack my things for the ice rink.
• You: (I'll change to something that'll be easy to move in.)

• Mrs. Bella: Would you like to join us for breakfast, Alina?

• Mrs. Bella greets me downstairs.
• I've been feeling heavier when I jump lately, so I refuse her kind offer.

• I want to impress Mom with my competition results when my ban is over, so I have to set a rigorous training schedule for myself.
• After stretching, I practice jumping.
• There is a difference between jumping on the ground and jumping on ice. Generally speaking, jumping on the ground is easier than jumping on ice. You can get more height from jumping on the ground.
• But I'm shocked at my jumps.
• You: (My body is too heavy. My height is too low!)

• I panic and my landing form changes. My knees feel sore.
• I rub my knees. I wait for the pain to subside, and I feel troubled.
• You: I'm obviously losing weight, so why does every jump feel more and more difficult?

• You: I wish I could hire the right coach. Ugh...

• I'm more cautious during the rest of my training.
• You: (What's happening... My eyes...)

• When I land, everything spins.
• It sounds like a hundred steel forks are crashing together...
• You: (When did it... get dark...?)

• ???: Hey! Alina!

• I am trapped in a prison of dreams until I feel my stomach burning, and a slit in the dark dream world provides me with an escape.
• ???: ...that girl rushed over, so I...

• ???: This conversation is over... Remember what I said...

• You: (A man's voice... Who is that?)

• ???: He knows what's going on!

• That voice carries a deep hatred, and its muffled thunder cuts through my daze.
• You: (It's a conversation, but there's only one voice. Are they on the phone?)

• ???: Get to the bottom of this... Vodnik...

• ???: They're not going to take it lying down.

• You: (Vodnik... The name's familiar... Where did I hear it?)

• Still hazy from semi-consciousness, my mind is a mess. I cannot recall the name.
• There is a sudden cramping pain in my stomach, and I involuntarily curl up.
• You: Ugh...

• The voice stops abruptly, replaced by the sound of footsteps.
• ???: What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?

• A familiar voice comes from above my head. I open my eyes to find myself lying on an unfamiliar couch.
• You: Am I... in your room?

• On the opposite wall hangs a framed photo of a person holding a crystal trophy, his eyes looking into the camera--
• Full of spirit and puffed up with pride!
• It's similar to the Honda standing before me, but also completely different.
• Honda blocks the photo from my gaze. His brow is furrowed and his face serious.
• Honda Itsuki: You know what happened, don't you? It's not the first time you've fainted during training, is it?

• A cold breeze makes me much more lucid.
• Honda crosses his arms and leans back in a defensive stance.
• Honda Itsuki: You seem to be okay now.

• He means it's time for me to leave, but I need to confirm something first.
• You: Are you a figure skating coach?

• Honda shakes his head.
• Honda Itsuki: It's not convenient... I'm too lazy to take the coaching test.

• You: (He's a retired figure skater with no coaching qualifications and...)

• The trophy in Honda's hands in the photo is the Grand Prix championship trophy.
• You: (He beat many strong competitors to win that championship, so he can't be a weak skater.)

• You: (I don't know why such a competitor has fallen to this level, but he's my best coaching candidate right now.)

• You: Would you like another part-time job, Honda?

• You: Like being my coach?

• I flash a somewhat ingratiating smile at Honda, hoping to convince him.
• You: I'll pay you three times the market rate.

• You: I need someone who understands figure skating to assist me in my training. Nothing else is required of you.

• You: After all, it's not my first time competing on ice.

• Honda raises an eyebrow and snorts.
• Honda Itsuki: You jumped the triple axel in that competition, didn't you?

• Honda sits at his computer and searches the internet for the video of me winning the championship.
• He watches the competition video and pauses it to comment.
• Honda Itsuki: When executing consecutive jumps, you used the wrong edge.

• Honda Itsuki: Your axis for combination spins is not stable, and they drift from outside to inside.

• ...
• He spots problems with every technique I executed. My performance is apparently a disaster!
• The crisp sound of landing on the ice comes from the video, followed by a mountain of applause, but Honda is silent.
• I am proud that I am one of the few women who can perform the triple axel. It's a big advantage.
• I stand straighter, but Honda laughs mockingly.
• Honda Itsuki: Are the judges blind? Or did you just bribe them?

• Honda Itsuki: Never mind the height being so low. Your power is lacking, so there are insufficient turns in your jump.

• Honda Itsuki: Is there a lack of domestic competitors? Are you their only choice for mascot?

• I clench my jaw as I struggle to keep myself from punching him in the mouth.
• Honda Itsuki: And your body--

• Honda Itsuki: You are neglecting your fundamentals. Just pay me and quit. You don't have what it takes.

• The applause is still raucous in the video, in sharp contrast to our silence.
• You: Honda rejects people so bluntly!

• His mocking comments embarrass me, and my earlier gratitude has dissipated.
• Honda Itsuki: That's my suggestion. The earlier you give up, the better it is for the both of us.

• This man is--

-a profit-oriented businessman

• You: (Does this man think of anything besides money?)

• You: He's willing to casually strike down the dreams of others in order to fulfill his selfish desires.

• You: Did you lose your sportsmanship after your retirement, Honda?

• The light from the computer screen makes Honda's face look pale.
• Honda Itsuki: What a surprise to hear you care about sportsmanship, Alina.

• His tone is exceptionally harsh, no longer mocking.
• I feel his anger, as if I hurt him instead of the other way around.
• You: (What an unfathomable man! He started the fight.)

• I tamp down my feelings and decide to leave.
• You: Well, thanks for your help today.

• I thank him stiffly and walk out the door.
• The moment the door closes, a sigh escapes from Honda.
• It's very soft, and I'm not sure I didn't imagine it.

-a mysterious and eccentric man!

• I should be furious about his taunting and should have asked him to shut his mouth right then.
• But it's clear that everyone who thinks they know me, from Honda and Mom to people on the internet, think they know what happened.
• That I'm an athlete willing to take banned substances because I don't have what it takes.
• The video is still playing, and the light of the screen falls on Honda's face. He looks a little...sad?
• You: (Sad?)

• When I focus my eyes and look again, he has gone back to his usual face.
• You: (This man is miserly, cruel, and rude ... But it might just be a mask...)

• Like a hedgehog, he looks difficult to approach, but he has a soft and warm side.
• Honda Itsuki: You understand I rejected your offer, yes?

• You: Yeah I not only heard your rejection, I also heard your mockery.

• I want to understand Honda, but it's clear I'm the enemy.
• My resentment grows at the thought. I thank him for his help and leave in a huff.
• His finger moves, and the video plays again from the beginning.