Striving for Perfection

Breath. Everything is fine. Exhale. There is no pain. Head. . . does it hurt? Wait, there's something wrong here. The lines are also not felt. Definitely not. It's time to wake up. Wait, when and how did I fall asleep?

Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw the already boring picture of a dream. Blue sky, clear water below me and black columns rushing far into the sky. But something has changed. Previously, there were very few columns and they were much thinner. Now they form an almost complete semi-wall around me. Why the hell have I been seeing different variations of the same dream since I arrived in Equestria? And in general, why do I realize that in a dream?

Slowly I got to my feet and looked around for additional details. As I examined it, I noticed that my vision was normal here. Dream Ahead of a row of black columns between which there was from a very small distance. To the left and right, the row of columns continued before abruptly ending. Behind me, I saw a territory free of any columns, filled only with a pleasant blue color in the sky and the water under my feet. Looking down, I saw that there was no core in my chest. Again, a Dream.

"Heeey, Dani!" A vaguely familiar voice behind me said playfully. I was silent for a few seconds, trying to remember who it was. Oh, yes, Discord.

The last time you promised that the next time he shortened your name, you would beat him. Are we executing or are we returning to the state of fat patience?

I stood there for a few seconds, waiting for Discord to come closer. Ideally, I hope he thinks I can't hear him. After a few seconds, he put his clawed paw on my shoulder and slowly said in my ear, "Heeey, Dani. Not for a long time"

Hitting him in the face with the back of my hand, I interrupted him and looked at the effect out of the corner of my eye. Discord's head started spinning like a bundle as he raised his paws in an attempt to stop the rotation. How stupid.

In the end, Discord stopped the rotation of his head with two hands and grinned and said, "Mmm, you've become a little stronger, Captain Daniel. But I'm afraid to upset you. Please don't cry. "

Discord put a lion's paw to his chest and pretended to sadly tilt his head down and said: " I'm very, very sorry, but this is not even close enough to defeat me. Even in a dream."

Sighing irritably, I wrapped my fingers around the bridge of my nose and asked: "Why did you come here?"

Suddenly Discord teleported behind me and hugging my shoulders asked resentfully: "Why do you ask? Aren't you glad to see me?"

With a slight movement of my shoulder, I threw his paws off me and looked into his eyes and answered: "" Of course I'm not happy. You annoy me. You and I made a deal. I don't touch the heroes, you're doing an almost useless thing. This may be the end of our interaction. "

Discord rolled his eyes in response and crossed his arms resentfully: " I get it. You're boring and I won't play with you. You need to be more cheerful. Especially for a creature that creates so much chaos."

After looking around, I reluctantly asked: "Why am I dreaming now? I haven't even been able to sleep properly lately."

"Oh, I did it. Don't thank me. But if you really want to, then so be it. You can thank Uncle Discord." He said putting his paw to his ear.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "There will be no thanks. Until you explain how and how you were able to put me to sleep. The last time I checked, you were a little not a little immobilized. "In response, Discord frowned slightly and crossed his arms.: " I'm a chaos spirit, you know? Considering all the chaos you've created over the last couple of weeks, I could get out. But as you can see, I treat you so well, my favorite actor, that I decided to give you a dream."

A small growl came out of my mouth and gritting my teeth, I said: "I am not an actor and never have been. The last time I attended a drama club was at the age of fourteen. And I've never had a major role."

Discord chuckled slightly and said: "Well, I don't even know. You played the clown so well a long time ago. It seems so good that I forgot to get out of the role. Bravo! "

With a sharp movement, I positioned my foot right under Discord's groin and the next moment struck. There was a sound of metal hitting metal and Discord grabbed his groin with two paws, gritting his teeth. His eyes started spinning and he said with difficulty, " Oh, my, me, did you hit Danielle there? Well, I have to say that you are a very naughty boy and that this blow. . . "

Discord straightened to his full height and said with a grin: "It was absolutely not painful." What were you hoping for at all?

Sighing irritably and restraining the urge to hit Discord again, I ignored the question and asked: "In any case, you definitely have something to do."

Discord took a dramatic breath and putting his hand to his chest asked: "Me? You're welcome! I just wanted you to get a good night's sleep. And maybe I wanted to talk to you. Don't you believe me? "

" No. Not a drop. "I replied, looking Discord in the eye very carefully.

He slowly removed his hand from his chest finishing his stupid theater and rolling his eyes said: " Okay. Considering how much chaos you're creating on purpose, I had an idea. What if I make a deal with you again. How about you create maximum chaos and in return I'll make you a mmm junior chaos spirit. Imagine how much you could do. For example, to return home. But it's just an idea. I'm absolutely not suggesting anything."

Do we trust him? No. Do we want to create chaos? Not really. Will it be profitable for us? Perhaps. Conclusion?

"Fuck you," I said, sticking out my middle finger on my left hand and showing it right in front of Discord's face. He opened his eyes wide, staring at me with his jaw slightly open.

After a few seconds, he teleported behind me again and leaned into my ear and whispered: "Just think, Daniel. You will become a junior chaos spirit. Just by clicking your fingers, you can do anything. To become the Perfection you've been striving for for so long? Makes the world as free as you imagine it to be? Go back home? Rebuild the past so that Grandpa survived? Stop being afraid of sweets? All this can be obtained with just a click of your finger if you agree. "

For a moment, his words made me look down. Yes, all this would be very good. Even great. Maybe it's really worth agreeing? As he said, so I create chaos without trying. So it won't be too difficult to do it on purpose.

No, crybaby is not our approach. What is the point in all the struggle against parasites and lucky people over the past years? Let me remind you, crybaby. We do this to create fear that will eventually turn into respect and submission. How do you imagine getting it instantly? Mass hypnosis? Then it will not be an exemption from all restrictions. Neither Discord nor anyone else will be able to provide this in full. Only you. Against everything.

Turning sharply, I struck on Discord's head, burning with the desire to finish him off. Surprisingly, he took a step back and fell silent. Confidently standing up, I pointed my finger at Discord and said: "No means no. Even if you were telling the truth, I still wouldn't agree. I am not interested in the result obtained instantly without any effort. The real result is born of sweat, pain and blood. Or by a fair deal. Your deal offers too much. Even if you reduced your services to one wish, I wouldn't agree either. You're offering too much for too little, Discord. You're too profitable. "

"Says a man who has twice become ten times stronger almost for free. " Discord replied irritably, rolling his eyes.

"For free? I kept my soul in my body by sheer force of will. Everyone says that very few people can fulfill the test of will. I literally pulled myself out of the clutches of death by sheer force of will. Would you be able to do that, Discord?" I asked confidently, continuing to point my finger at Discord's previously smug face.

Discord looked surprised for a moment. Then offended. Then uncertain. In the end, he turned away and rising above the ground said irritably: "Okay. Rejoice in the lack of sleep and unbearable boring work, you bore. I'm leaving. Pray that I forgive you, Dani."

Snapping his fingers, he evaporated and slowly the dream began to fall apart and brighten. At first, the sky became pure white. It was soon followed by water. The columns continued to stand firmly without changing color in any way. When the white light became insanely dazzling, I closed my eyes and the dream finally ended . . .

With a sharp jerk, my body unconsciously jerked forward, tearing my head off the pillow. Breathing again began to create an irritating pain in the chest. The plastered right arm began to ache slightly from sudden movements. And of course, the vision became blurry again.

Slowing down my breathing, I slowly put my head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. The room was surprisingly bright compared to the last time. Turning my gaze to the window, I saw that the curtains were removed to the sides and let in bright sunlight. Early morning, of course. Seeing this, I reflexively yawned, causing a strong tingling in my chest.

Closing my mouth, I scanned the room looking for someone. Surprisingly, even Rising wasn't in the room. I frowned slightly when I saw this. The last time he was around. Even while I was eating the soup provided by the nurse. Okay, that's no reason to worry. A person has the right to rest.

I stared at the ceiling for a while, waiting for someone or something. It would be nice to see an optometrist who will evaluate my eyesight and make the glasses. Or at least Luna, which will lead me to him. I hope the pony has an optometrist at all. If not, then why will we fight with our eyes closed. There are ears, what else do you need?

When the door creaked, I quickly turned my head to the sound and focused on the lines. The lines diverged extremely far so quickly that I could not even immediately realize it. The door opened a crack and a dark figure entered the room. After walking a few steps, it stopped on the spot, turning its head at me. After a few seconds, the blurry figure took a few steps and spoke in a familiar female voice: "Young Thestral gave me your message. And to be honest, we are extremely surprised and confused."

Recognizing Luna's voice, I slowly raised myself with my left hand and sat up in bed and said, "Any questions? Or will you just let me talk to my soldier?"

" He's not that anymore. From now on, he is a criminal who has betrayed the kingdom. " Squinting, Luna answered, stopping a couple of steps in front of me.

Okay, she's adequate. She can be persuaded by pure logic. No senseless emotions and performances.

Taking a deep breath, I quickly went over all the arguments in my head and said: "Listen, you probably already know that one of my soldiers broke a rib, right?"

Luna nodded slowly and opened her mouth to say something, but I stopped her with a gesture of my hand. She reluctantly closed her mouth, giving me the opportunity to continue. I smiled a little and said, "Do you know who reported to me about the wounded when everyone didn't want to? Exactly who you call a criminal. In other words, he is executed, honest and disciplined. Is it possible that such a valuable specimen can be deleted from an already diminished army?"

"You forgot one more detail. Unreliable. " Luna said with a little annoyance.

Listen, I just had a great idea. Repeat after me.

Snapping my fingers, I smiled slightly and said, "Listen, Princess, I have a great idea. How do you like the idea of creating a new type of troops called shock brigades?"

Luna raised an eyebrow with a little curiosity and offered to continue with a hoof gesture. Smiling even harder, I said, "The shock brigades will consist mainly of murderers or other serious criminals. The killers will be formed into separate large detachments under the control of normal soldiers who are guilty of something. And now the main feature. Shock brigades will be sent to the most dangerous tasks first with a minimum amount of equipment. Give in the hooves everything you can beat or cut. Of course without armor. Arrange reconnaissance by combat, let's say. If they die, fine. If they survive perfectly, they can go on another suicide attack. Hellish work, pain and existence on the verge of death will be a worthy punishment."

Don't worry, crybaby. We didn't say just one small detail. We will not send shock brigades into battle. Yes, they will say everywhere that their task is about suicide attacks. But in fact, they will just guard the rear. That way we'll get our guy out of jail and keep him alive.

Luna looked at me intently for a few moments. Then she sat down on the nearest chair and put her right hoof to her chin, looking at the ceiling. I looked at her attentively, continuing to smile slightly. How can you give up such a great idea? And the excuse in the form of money will not work. You can also beat with sticks. And there are a lot of them in the forest.

Eventually Luna looked at me again and said: "I admit the idea is not the worst. However, you are not taking into account some details."

After hearing the last part, my smile faded slightly and a small frown appeared on my face. Seeing this, Luna sighed and said, "At least that Celestia would never agree to send her little ponies on such an adventure. Even if these ponies are traitors and murderers. To be honest, we don't really want that either. And in general, don't you think that throwing unprepared and unfaithful soldiers into heavy battles will bring zero results?"

Yes, I thought about it. Therefore, they will guard the rear. Just, shh, don't tell anyone.

I crossed my arms and answered confidently: "No, I don't think so. Their task is reconnaissance by combat. They came, got slapped in the face, lost half of the personnel and returned. Then the normal army will do it. If the shock brigades don't get hit in the face, then it's fine at all. "

" You talk about it very simply for a man who recently almost lost his temper from the death of his soldiers. Luna noted with a tiny grin.

No tears, no snot and a lot of resentment.

"The shock brigades will not be my soldiers. I made the mistake of getting attached to the first fifty. It won't happen again. The members of the brigades will be perceived as dirt, coal, garbage. No attachment. Only maximum re-education in the shortest possible time." I said, looking at Luna with a slightly irritated look. It's time to agree already.

"And how are you going to do that?" Luna asked cautiously, raising her eyebrow slightly.

"I would like a whip with spikes. Or just a whip. Or at least a belt. To raise suicide bombers as beloved children, you know?" I asked, wanting to convince.

For a moment, a grimace of disgust appeared on her face. Then Luna took a very deep breath and exhaled slowly before saying, "I don't have the strength to talk to you. And I have no desire to try to find reason in you again. So be it. I will come to my sister and discuss this proposal with her. Of course, with the final receipt of the refusal. And if that's what you want, I'll tell the guards on the way to take the traitor to you. But don't hope for any result."

In response, I nodded a little and swung my legs off the bed, preparing to get up soon. Luna slowly got up from her chair and headed for the exit door, becoming more blurry with each step. Before leaving the room, she turned her head to me and said: "I'll be back soon. And as soon as that happens, we'll take you to the optometrist. But don't worry. Your vision problems won't stop me from teaching you again. In any case, it will take time to make your glasses. Standard glasses won't work for you. We'll have to do unique ones."

Having said that, she turned away from me and left the room, closing the door behind her. The lines began to slowly flatten out and take on a more normal appearance. And with them, the eternal headache returned. Sighing, I closed my eyes trying to meditate and pass the time. Breath. Pain, tingling in the lungs. Exhale. Relaxation, pain subsides. Slowly, all the pain began to decrease and the flow of thoughts slowed down.

"Wake up." A voice was heard sharply and with it I came out of meditation with a sharp blow. A tremor comparable to swimming in an ice hole went through the whole body. Looking around, I couldn't find anyone. My eyes began to wander through every crevice and shadow, wanting to find at least something alive. Finding nothing, I focused my attention on the source of my headache. Judging by the lines, the creature closest to me is a bird outside the window. Wait a bird? At this time of year?

With difficulty, I pushed off with my left hand from the bed and staggered almost falling. Grabbing the edge of the bed with my left hand, I managed to maintain some kind of balance. Sighing, I began to walk slowly to the window, periodically losing my balance and grabbing the nearest objects. As I walked, my eyes noticed an important detail that I hadn't noticed before. I'm not wearing any clothes except underpants and bandages on my chest. I wonder why my underpants didn't burn from the test of will?

Shaking my head, I took the last step and, clinging to the windowsill, looked out into the street. The sun was just starting to rise creating a beautiful orange dawn. Squinting, I began to look outside in an attempt to find the bird. But because of my deteriorating eyesight, it was certainly unsuccessful. Maybe I confused the silhouette of a bird with something else? No, it couldn't have happened.

Have you ever thought that someone might have poultry?

For a second, I just stared emotionlessly at the blurry landscape. Then, sighing, I put my hand to my face and shook my head. How could you not have guessed right away before? God, what a shame.

Feeling the approach of three ponies, I took my hand away from my face and sat down on the bed, preparing to meet the guests. My hand grabbed the blanket and threw it over my legs to look a little more decent. In an attempt to comfort the pain in my head, chest and arm, I closed my eyes. While they were closed, I felt that the three ponies stopped right in front of my door. Two pushed the third forward, urging him to go through the door.

Hearing a creak, I opened my eyes and glanced at the entrance to the room. A thestral of a light gray shade came into the room from the slightly opened door. That's the traitor. From where I was sitting, I couldn't see a single detail of his face, but judging by the lack of movement, he was nervous. Taking a deep breath, I looked at him pretending to see him normally and asked: "You know why you're here. So before we start a serious conversation, I'd like to know your name. I have a bad memory for that, but tell me anyway."

For a few seconds, the Thestral just stood next to the door doing nothing. Finally lowering his head down, he reluctantly said, "R-Report Stutter."

Wait, his last name is Stutter? So it's not an offensive nickname, but everyone called him by his last name? Well, well.

Deciding to postpone stupid questions for later, I beckoned Report closer to me with a hand gesture. Slowly and carefully, with a jolt in his hooves, he began to walk forward. As I got closer, the view of the Report became more and more clear for me. At first I saw traces of dirt on his fur. Then, a tangled mane. And in the end, sleep-deprived eyes filled with stress.

Having finished analyzing his appearance, I looked him clearly in the eyes without emotion and slowly asked: "I'll let you act as your own lawyer. So I recommend that you make your excuses while you have the opportunity. Because then there will be no such opportunity."

To my surprise, the thestral slowly shook his head from side to side and said more or less confidently: "I h-have n-n-no excuses. I am a t-traitor who h-has no r-respect for h-his comrades and does not d-deserve to be given the title of Night Guardscolt. T-There is no p-p-point in apologizing and m-making excuses. Actions s-speak louder t-than w-words, and to be h-honest, I can't p-p-promise that it w-won't h-happen again n-next time. "

I was silent for a few moments trying to process the information. You could expect anything, all kinds of excuses, but a quick admission of guilt? No, that's not what I expected. Maybe someone was hammering it into his head hard?

In the end, I took a deep breath and trying to keep a firm tone asked: "Do you consider yourself the weak link of the guard?"

Report seemed paralyzed by such a question and didn't know what to say. After a few seconds, he nodded slightly, causing a small grin on my face. I straightened up a little and asked in a slightly more casual tone: "Would you like to continue to benefit? Or is it preferable for you to rot in a dungeon?"

Report just stared at his hoofs for a few seconds before answering quietly: "I w-would r-really like to r-return to the r-ranks. But as a t-t-traitor and a w-weak link, h-how can I even h-hope for that?"

Smiling slightly, I asked, almost completely losing my seriousness: "You can. I offered the princesses one suggestion. And if they agree, then you will be released from prison. "

He raised an eyebrow curiously and asked, confused: " W-why are you telling me t-this if the p-princesses h-haven't accepted t-the offer yet?"

By the way, yes. Why do you give a person hope if you know that this hope can be lost?

For a moment I hung there, not knowing how to answer my own question. After a few seconds, my left hand started rubbing my chin reflexively. In the end, I looked at the Report again and replied: "Look, basically your betrayal is my fault. Of course you're still to blame. But I think I should have noticed and paid attention to your infidelity earlier. Therefore, if the first offer for the princesses does not work, then the second one will. After the second third. Anyway, I plan to get you out of jail. "

Report looked at me in surprise and shook his head in disbelief. After a few seconds, he found the strength and briefly asked: " W-Why?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. There is an unpleasant tingling in the chest. I constantly forget that it hurts to take deep breaths. Exhaling and maintaining eye contact with Report, I replied: "Because all the soldiers are in my area of responsibility. And you are no exception. I don't give a damn what princesses think about who you are after what you've done. You're still my responsibility. And you know what? This is a rare case when I'm ready to lay. Even if it's just for the princesses to accept one of my offers. "For a few seconds, Report looked at me being absolutely amazed and shocked. In the end, he smiled faintly and said with gratitude in his voice: " T-Thank you, s-sir. "

In response, I nodded slowly and was lost in thought for a while. If this sentimentality becomes permanent, then a lot of problems will arise. You can't win a chess game without losing pieces. Clearing my throat, I said, deciding to distract myself from my thoughts: "Okay, the conversation is over. I assume that someone escorted you here. Go away and go back to where you were told to stay. Wish yourself luck."

Report reluctantly nodded and turned around before walking out. Stopping a step away from the exit, he turned his head to me and said, "N-No, s-sir. I should w-wish you g-good luck. Y-You d-deserve it. Especially w-with a t-traitor like me."

Without waiting for my answer, the Thestral left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Outside the door, I felt that two other ponies stood next to Report from two sides so close that he did not have space for any maneuver. Slowly, the three of them headed somewhere to the left along the corridor. Most likely to jail.

With a slight sigh, I threw the blanket off my knees and looked around the room for something with which to kill time. Do I have to say that there was nothing but blurred spots with my vision? I reluctantly got out of bed leaning on my left arm and started walking around my ward wanting to somehow kill time. As I walked around the territory, my eyes noted the nearest things that could help. At first I focused on the window. You can admire the view. Oh, yeah. Turning away from the window, I continued to walk around the room while the frustration grew more and more. All I have at my disposal are three chairs and a bed. Wait, three chairs. Hmm, I can think of something with this.

Oh no, not again. Remember what happened the last time you started acting like a kid?

Thinking about this, my left hand, reaching for the chair, froze. For a few seconds, I'm just a table in the center of the room paralyzed. Yes. If I didn't do useless things, then no one would have died. Or at least the number of victims was significantly reduced. All I had to do was stay alert. If I had refused to go to Fluttershy and stayed in the city, I would have felt the presence of this bastard earlier.

When my mind started to accelerate, I carefully sat down on a chair and put my hand to my forehead. What if these heroes are on his side? That's why they didn't fight against him. That's why they lured me to the outskirts of the city. The motive is elementary. This is a reaction to my unsuccessful attack. Most likely, they assumed what kind of threat I pose to them. No, wait. There was no way they could have known about Ahirata's approach. It's just paranoia, nothing more. Right?

No, no, that's the truth. All the facts converge. Everything works too well. Besides, we don't have surveillance on them. They can have any sources of information. Are you really going to write off such a theory with such facts as paranoia just because you don't know how the heroes could have found out about this bastard? Well, well, crybaby. Everything is very bad.

Sighing, I shook my head and closed my eyes trying to calm down. Now it will not be possible to get additional information. And I don't have the ability to follow the "heroes" to get more information. Now the theory just needs to be remembered and possibly written down. At least until I find a way to keep track of the "heroes".

Propping my head on my hand, I looked towards the door while I was thinking how to create surveillance. Maybe ask one of the soldiers? I shook my head dismissing the idea. There are too many details and problems. It will be difficult to come up with a reason why to send someone to Ponyville. Moreover, there will be a lot of problems if the soldier is caught. Hmm.

The feeling of the rapid movement of the lines knocked me out of my thoughts and focused on the door. The lines began to actively bend like tidal waves and move further and further away. At some point, it dawned on me that they had gone so far that I could no longer feel them. Assuming who it was, I got up from my chair and began to walk slowly to the door, leaning my left hand on the wall. When the door was only a few steps away, it swung open and I saw who I expected. Luna.

Her blue eyes widened slightly at the sight of me on my feet and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by me: "Let's skip the boring part, please. What did Celestia say?"

Luna sighed irritably and lightly hitting the floor with her hoof replied: "Wait, Lulu. I need time to wake up."

I chuckled a little when I heard this while Luna continued to speak with a slight irritation: "Oh, the stars! Of course I love her, but sometimes my precious sister becomes really difficult to tolerate. The discussion of such a thing as your idea cannot be postponed for later! Especially when a refusal needs to be received as soon as possible. "

Rolling my eyes, I looked at her and asked, continuing to keep a grin on my face: " Why are you telling me this? "

Luna froze in place for a moment, staring at nothing. In the end, she quietly asked without meeting my eyes: " Did we say that out loud? "

Stifling a laugh, I covered my mouth with my hand and answered: " Yes, you said."

Luna looked confused by this and looked away. After a moment, she cleared her throat and said: "Anyway, follow us. I'll take you to the oculist. And then I'll take care of your training again."

With a slight nod, I motioned Luna to go ahead. She nodded back at me and turned around on the spot before slowly walking down the corridor. Continuing to hold on to the wall, I began to follow the moon, trying to keep up. Despite the fact that she was walking very slowly, it was not an easy task. My legs feel so sluggish. How did I get up so quickly yesterday?

As I progressed, I remembered an old question and asked: "Are there speech therapists in Equestria?"

After my question, Luna just kept silent and kept going. When I was about to repeat the question, she said: "Doctors who treat speech disorders? Yes, they appeared relatively recently. Why are you asking?"

Directness, truthfulness, independence.

"If my offer is accepted..."

"Which won't happen. Luna interrupted me in response to which I irritably threw my gaze at the back of her head. After a few silent seconds, she chuckled slightly but didn't say anything.

Sighing, I cleared my throat and continued: " Then I would like your so-called traitor to get rid of stuttering. It's hard to listen to him. "

" We thought he was just nervous," Luna commented with a shrug and continued walking forward.

" As he said, it is precisely a speech defect. And family. Do you know what his last name is? " I asked, trying hard not to grin.

"I don't know. Which one?" Luna asked without much interest. At the same time arousing my curiosity. Did she really not bother to find out his name? Although considering that I didn't even bother to remember most of the names of my soldiers, I have no right to condemn her.

In the end, I shook my head from side to side and slowly replied, "Stutter."

For a moment, Luna just kept going forward while I hobbled after her. As the movement and the silence continued, it became increasingly difficult for me to restrain a grin. In the end, Luna giggled softly, barely audibly. In a second, a little more. In the end, she took a deep breath and calmed down with a last laugh.

After a small positive moment, the conversation ended and we continued walking forward in complete silence interrupted only by the sound of footsteps. After a few turns along the corridor, past various windows, plants and doors, we came to a door on which there was a strange image. It looked like a child's drawing of a pony with one eye closed and a lens next to the other. Luna stretched out a hoof to the door, but I stopped her by grabbing her shoulder. She stopped in place and turned her head to me and raised an eyebrow.

After taking a breath, I politely asked: "Can we don't enter right now? At least five minutes?"

Luna raised her eyebrow even higher and asked: "Why? We'll start earlier and finish earlier."

I took my hand off Luna's shoulder and awkwardly rubbed the back of my head and confessed: "I don't really want to go to the optometrist. And especially since I'm going to have to wear glasses soon. I just don't want the doctor to unconditionally show on simple tests how much my eyesight has deteriorated. "

" Why? " Luna asked with a slight concern in her voice. As if she's really interested.

Which of course is not true.

Sighing, I tried to find a decent and logical answer. But my brain couldn't think of anything. Nothing but one phrase escaped from my mouth: "I just don't want to."

Before Luna had time to say anything, I stretched slightly and reluctantly said: "Okay, forget it. This is an unworthy excuse. Open the door. The best in the world should get to work as soon as possible."

Luna smiled slightly when she heard what I called myself and opened the door with a hoof before taking a step to the side. In the room, I saw a pony in a white coat sitting at a table. At the opposite end of the opened room, I saw blurred black letters, among which only the uppermost ones were barely distinguishable. Sighing, I took a step forward, preparing for humiliation. Every moment I was replaying just one thought in my head.

In order not to fail on all fronts like last time, you need to make a sharp comprehensive leap. These few days will be nothing more than moral preparation. Preparation for the jerk.