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  At first, I didn't really know what kind of name would be most appropriate, so I decided to ask him about the name his deceased son had been given. When he told me, he said something like “Gash”. A simple but peculiar name indeed.

  To save effort and perhaps pay a little homage, I ended up naming him “Gashdo”. It didn't have a very deep meaning, but somehow, I thought it sounded good. In my world, he would have a separate title, but calling the leader “Gash-Father” seemed a little strange and inappropriate.

  - Thank you for such an honor. My son's name will go forward with me. I am truly blessed by this privilege. - Gashdo said, with an exaggerated tone, but a sincerity that I couldn't ignore.

  He really was the exaggerating type, but I was reluctant to question it, since it was something so personal to him. I gave myself the right to ignore that tone. So I got on with the task of naming the other orcs. I knew I would have to be creative, a crazy combination of names. After all, names in their culture didn't exactly have a fixed meaning, which made it easier for my imagination, but not so much for my creativity.

  Some orcs had families, others were orphans raised by adults for safety reasons, and others, like the leader... or rather “Gashdo-San”, had no clear family history. I did my best to ensure that the names weren't so random, looking for something that made a minimum of sense. However, as much as I tried to organize everything, I'm not very good at remembering names, so I tried to come up with something distinctive to help me memorize them.

  And then that brave young man arrived. He really wanted to be on the front line, alongside the adults, even during the attack. He was immature, no doubt, but I couldn't deny that he had driven, courage and an attitude that many could envy. However, it all bordered on a certain audacity.

  With this in mind, and remembering the concept of the word in my world, I chose a name for him. “Dait”. When he got older, I could call him “Dait-San”. In my eyes, and with the right kanji, this name represented exactly what “audacity” meant. I knew he might interpret it differently, but to my surprise, he knelt down and thanked me deeply.

  I let out a long sigh, seeing that he was already getting into the habit of kneeling, just like the adults who came and went. In all, more than seventy names were given at once, a long and tiring process.

  - Satouma-Sama, we can't thank you enough for such an honor. But are you feeling all right? - Gashdo asked, his voice tinged with concern.

  - Hm? - I replied, a little distracted.

  - I don't want to offend you, but we know about your great magical ability. Still, so many names in a single morning... - He continued, with a tone that mixed admiration and concern.

  In fact, naming names was mentally exhausting, but to be honest, I didn't feel any different. I wasn't a supreme entity like Syphus, so perhaps it affected me differently. In any case, it wasn't a problem for me.

  - No, it's not a problem at all, I suppose. - I replied with a sigh, trying to reassure him that everything was fine.

  I also asked him to call that young ant who had helped me communicate with the others. I thought she should be the first to receive a name, as a form of example to the others. Unlike her queen, she had a more delicate appearance, with a slightly different color.

  She was an ant, of course. Suddenly, a joke popped into my head, and without thinking too much, I ended up naming her.

  - Anthalia. - I said, without much creativity, but thinking that the name made sense in an ironic way. It was just an inversion of a common word, but I still liked the touch.

  - Right, you can call her... - I was going to continue, but then suddenly...

  I waited.

  Once again, when I named the ant, my mind went into a total bnk. What was happening to me? Why this feeling of emptiness? Was I going to die again? The fear of losing control and letting the situation take a dangerous turn hit me hard. What was happening to me?

  Damn it, if every time I act without fully understanding the extent of my own capabilities, this happens... I'm going to end up hurting myself at every turn! A lethargic feeling spread through my body, tiredness, a fatigue that seemed to creep into every muscle.

  It was as if my energy had suddenly run out, as if I had been completely drained. The feeling was familiar, like the one I felt in the office, when I went beyond my limits without even realizing it. Could that be what happened again? Have I really used up all my energy? I can't believe it... And what's more, I really didn't think I'd ever do anything like that again...

  The weight of my body felt denser and denser, my mind heavy, sluggish. What's left for me now? Sleep? Or will I simply wake up to a new life... again? The cycle repeats itself, always starting again, but without knowing what I'm really doing or where I'm going.

  All I know is that, once again, I find myself lost, not understanding what I'm really capable of, and that's... terrifying.

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  ...

  ...

  *SFX for yawn*

  Whoa! Am I... alive?

  Or at least, it seems that way...

  I y on the floor for a while, trying to process the feeling of exhaustion that was taking over my body. I realized that I had used up more magic than I had imagined, without even realizing how serious the situation was. Even with the rest I had, it wasn't enough to regain my strength.

  When I finally managed to stand up, a feeling of discomfort came over me. Something was on my body. I was confused for a moment, but soon realized that it was a makeshift bnket made of leaves.

  They made this for me?

  I was surprised and a little touched by the gesture. It was a relief to realize that someone, even in a simple and crude way, was taking care of a woman as reckless as me. Even with my clothes torn and in a deplorable state, it seemed like a genuine gesture of care.

  - Oh? Satouma-Sama! - The young voice echoed from the doorway, interrupting my thoughts. The voice was familiar, but I didn't immediately recognize it. It was approaching a human tone, which made me frown.

  Vaku