G2I_R01: Quiet moment
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"...there was no need to rush back, I could have managed somehow." Midori scratched her head awkwardly, and not wanting to hurt her pride, said nothing about it. "That wound... it doesn't look good at all, let's sit over there so I can treat you." "Do you know anything about medicine?" "Heh, not just 'something.' The queen once told me that a good soldier not only knows how to shoot and fight, but must also be able to save others or themselves in times of need." "Huh... that's an interesting perspective." "Yes, it's been useful to me, being able to treat my own wounds after training or fighting. I'm very good at it; probably only Princess Aoi surpasses me." While they were talking, they had already ventured into the most protected part of the trenches.
A medium-shot anime illustration depicts a middle-aged man standing amid a war-torn city street. The stout figure, bald on top with short graying hair around the sides and a salt-and-pepper beard, wears a rumpled light-brown trench coat over a black t-shirt and blue pants. Blood soaks his left shoulder where he has been shot. He grips a pistol in his right hand while the left clutches the wound, his posture half-turned toward the viewer. Behind him, crumbling concrete buildings spew smoke, rubble lies on cracked asphalt, and faint orange sky light cuts through the haze. The scene is rendered with crisp anime linework, saturated colors, and soft rim lighting that accentuates every wrinkle in the coat fabric, every stray gray strand of hair, and every small chip in the concrete background.
Mostra parametri
- Mode
- standard
- Dimensione
- 768 x 1280