บท 35: Deception and Manipulation [part 2]
Confidence, like an invisible aura, envelops me as I leave the dining room.
It is a silent force that spreads, influencing every person I cross paths with.
My steps are sure, each movement measured, and my eyes reflect the light of a clear and unmistakable intention.
Indeed, my ability to persuade others does not derive solely from carefully chosen words or the aura of mystery I have skillfully built around myself.
It is the unwavering confidence I display.
This is because the way one individual presents themselves to another will inevitably profoundly influence the latter's perception.
For this reason, it could be considered the sharpest weapon in the arsenal of persuasion.
But at the same time, it cannot be considered just that, as it is also an emblem of power.
It is not something that one possesses and remains unto itself, but something that radiates.
Like the rising sun, my confidence illuminates the path, dispelling the shadows of doubt and uncertainty.
For this reason, when someone exhibits authentic confidence, they send a powerful message to the collective unconscious:
"Here is someone who knows where they are going, someone who deserves to be followed."
Confidence attracts confidence, respect calls for respect. In a world of uncertainties, those who appear certain become a guide.
It is nothing but another battlefield.
Where the most self-assured person will be allowed to get away with some things without fighting.
Indeed, it is not necessary to fight to win a battle if you have confidence.
But if you have confidence in battle, you will perform better than you might.
As I move away, my awareness of my confidence as a tool of persuasion strengthens.
It is an understanding that envelops me like an invisible cloak, conferring an aura of authority.
Confidence is not just armor against doubt but also a sword that cuts through uncertainty, a light that guides others towards my vision.
Confidence is a battlefield where self-assurance can be both shield and spear.
It is not necessary to fight for every small victory if your presence commands respect.
And in battle, confidence can be the difference between defeat and a performance that exceeds all expectations.
With these thoughts guiding me, the nanny and I move decisively towards the estate, trying to get as close as possible to it.
Each step is an affirmation of my determination to discover the truth about my past and shape my future.
Unfortunately, however, despite having run again for a considerable number of consecutive hours, we have not yet arrived at it, which is why we had to stay again in another resort managed by the Ryushin family.
Its appearance was identical to the previous one:
An imposing building, with walls of smooth stone rising majestically towards the sky, with corner towers equipped with arched windows, offering a panoramic view of the surrounding gardens, where fountains dance to the rhythm of ancient melodies and paths wind through well-kept flower beds and marble statues.
Inside, the decor was a perfect balance between luxury and functionality.
Each room was a sanctuary of peace, with fine fabrics and hand-carved furniture that told the story of ancient nobility, while the common rooms were decorated with embroidered tapestries and crystal chandeliers that sparkled like falling stars.
Thus, the nanny approached the entrance portal with the Ryushin family medallion in hand.
And, with a fluid gesture, the nanny presented the medallion to the scanning device embedded in the wall next to the gate.
The tension this time was non-existent, and I was merely waiting for the machine's verdict.
Then, after a moment of silence, the device emitted a crystalline sound that broke the silence:
Access was granted.
The doors opened, revealing an atrium that promised safety and rest.
Crossing the threshold, we were enveloped by an atmosphere of calm and grandeur.
The walls and the scent they emitted were also the same.
Since they are decorated with tapestries depicting the deeds of various Ryushin heroes, which seem to whisper stories of courage and honor.
While incense burns gently in discreet corners, spreading a scent that spoke of home and ancient times.
This time, however, the nanny led me directly through the silent corridors to our rooms but took me to an entertainment room present within the structure.
A structure that turned out to be a Colosseum.
An arena of ancient glory, where the echo of past battles still seemed to vibrate within its walls.
And, as the nanny guides me through the silent corridors, the sound of our footsteps resonates against the stone walls, announcing our presence.
This Colosseum is an architectural masterpiece, which, if it had been created in my previous world, would surely have been a tribute to the greatness of the ancient Roman one, but with a touch of modernity that makes it unique.
Where the exterior walls are imposing, made of massive and smooth stone blocks, rising towards the sky as a challenge at the same time.
Crossing the main entrance, we find ourselves in a vast circular atrium.
Here, marble statues of some Ryushin heroes dominate the space, each capturing a moment of eternal glory.
Their faces are serene, but their eyes seem to follow every movement, silent witnesses to a glorious past.
Proceeding further, we enter the arena itself.
Where the stands extend upwards, forming an amphitheater that can accommodate thousands of spectators.
The stone seats have been replaced by comfortable upholstered armchairs, and each row offers a perfect view of the center of the arena, ensuring that no detail of the competition was lost.
In the center, the battlefield is a stage for the most exciting shows.
It is here that the members of the Ryushin family demonstrate their skills, where alliances are forged and rivalries are resolved in a duel of honor.
The ground is covered with fine sand, a reminder of ancient traditions, but beneath the surface lie cutting-edge technologies that can transform the arena to suit any type of event.
Torches along the perimeter of the arena burn with a blue flame, a magical fire that produces no smoke and illuminates the arena with a soft and mysterious light.
The ceiling is an engineering masterpiece, with retractable panels that can open to reveal the sky or close to protect spectators from the elements.
As we walk along the perimeter of the arena, the nanny speaks softly to me of the stories that have taken place in this place, of the legends born and the feats that have marked the family's history.
Where each tale adds a new layer of wonder and respect for this place.
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