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𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛á, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚖á𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖í 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 se 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒ó 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚍í𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚕. 𝙴𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍.

- 𝚅𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝á𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 - 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚢 𝚢𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝á𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜

- 𝚂𝚒 - 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍í 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊

- 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 - 𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚒ó 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚘

- ¡𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜! - 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍í 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 - 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊 - 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚎 - 𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚖á

- ¡𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘! - 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕

- 𝙴𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚖í𝚘 - 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍ío 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛í𝚊 - ¿𝚢 𝚝ú 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜? - 𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚒ó 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚘

- ¡𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒!, 𝙴𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚊 - le 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚘 el 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘

𝙴𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝í𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛.

- 𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘 - 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌ó𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘

- 𝙴𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘 - 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘

- ¿𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎? - 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝ó 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘

- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚣á𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌ó𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚟í 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊, 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚖𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 "𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜" 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕 le 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍í𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚚𝚞é 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚣 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 el.

𝙼𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍í 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚑í 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟á𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊.

- ¿𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊? - 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝é 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 - ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚛 𝚊ú𝚗, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜? ... ¿𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝á𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊?

- ¡𝙾𝚢𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘!

- 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚜í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎

- ¡𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜!

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌ó𝚖𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚍í𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊.

- ¿𝚈 𝚝𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘? - 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝ó 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚘

- 𝚃𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 - 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍í 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘

- ¿𝙴𝚜𝚝á𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊?

- ¡𝚂𝚒!

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊, 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒ó 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚑í 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚍ó𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚛í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝟺𝟻 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚍ó𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘.

- ¿𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘? - 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝é 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊

- 𝙳𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚜𝚒 - 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒ó 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘

¿𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘?

𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜.

𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚖á𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎á𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊.

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘.

𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚝ó𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚘𝚜.

𝙰 𝚌ó𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍í 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚑í. 𝙲𝚛𝚎í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘.

𝙰𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗á𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜, 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒ó 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘.

- ¿𝚃𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘? - 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝ó 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘

- ¡𝙽𝚘!, 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊

- 𝚅𝚎𝚗, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 - 𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚒ó 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚢𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝ó 𝚎𝚕 ú𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝ó𝚗, 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚒𝚛í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌í𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖í 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚜í, 𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊𝚛á 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜.

𝙴𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊.

- ¿𝚈 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘? - 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝ó 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘

- 𝙿𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗

- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚝ú 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 - 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 - 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚓ó𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊

¿𝙸𝚛ó𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚘?, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖ú𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝á𝚗.

- ¿𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘? - 𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚒ó 𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎

- ¡𝙽𝚘! - 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊

- 𝙽𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚛á𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚍í𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚓ó𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚢𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚢𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘.

𝙲ó𝚖𝚘 𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍í𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚌í𝚊.

- ¡𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊! - 𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚕á𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊

- ¿𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜? - 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛e 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘

- 𝙻𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛ó𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘 𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘

𝙰𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 ella 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍í𝚊, 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒ó serb𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚓𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊.

𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛á𝚗, 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚘í𝚛 𝚖á𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛á, ¡𝚗𝚘!, 𝙼á𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜í 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗.

- 𝚂𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊 Hinamori ¡𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊!

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘, 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 "𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘".

- ¿𝚈𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊 Lissa?

- 𝙻𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙲.𝚁 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚖á𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜

- ¡𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚜! ... ¿𝚈 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚍ó𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚢𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛í𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊?

- 𝙻𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 - 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎

- ¿𝚁𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚊? - 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒ó 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 - ¡𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘!

- ¿𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘? - 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗ó 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛

- 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚎 Unohana, ¡𝙼𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊!

- 𝙲𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚣ó𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊

- 𝚈𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘, ¡𝙴𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚊!

- 𝙽𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚊, 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚘 𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝟷𝟾

- 𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚜í 𝚜𝚎𝚊, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊

- 𝙿𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝙲.𝙷 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛á 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚘

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘í𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗ó 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐í 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎

- 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛í𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚜í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛í𝚊 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊

𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚓𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚏í𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 Nanao 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊 - 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖é, 𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚎í 𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛á 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚋í𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚌𝚞á𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜

𝙴𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚌í𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘, 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕í𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚜.

𝙻𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌í𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛í𝚊. 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛á, Nanao 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌ó𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛.

𝙰𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒ó 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍é 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚓é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗.

𝙴𝚕 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐ó 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘.

𝙴𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚖𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 ú𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊ñ𝚘.

𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐ó, 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝟸 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒ó 𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚊𝚛.

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊.

𝙰𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌í𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛. 𝙽𝚘 𝚜é 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗ú 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎

"𝙼𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊"

𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚜é, 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚙𝚌𝚒ó𝚗, 𝚢 𝚜𝚒 ... 𝙰ú𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜.

𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗é 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗ú 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 y 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚣 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚊ú𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘.

𝙲𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚌ó 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚊ú𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚕ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛í𝚊 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒ó𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 Yoruichi 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 ú𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜, "𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎" 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜é.

𝙰𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚘.

- 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝ú 𝚙𝚕á𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛á 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛 - 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜

- 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊 - 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍í 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊 - 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖ú𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘 ú𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘

- 𝙽𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚘 - 𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚒ó 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝ó𝚗 - 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛é 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚢 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛á 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊ú𝚗 𝚊𝚜í 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘.

- ¡𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜! - 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊

𝚈𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌í𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚑í 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚋í𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛í𝚊.

𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊, 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞é 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚊 Unohana.

"𝙿𝚘𝚍𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘"

𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚜é 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜.

𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍í 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊ñ𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘 ú𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛.

𝙰𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚛 Ichigo 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋í 𝚛á𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊.

𝙰𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝é 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝ó.

- ¡𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚜!

𝙷𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘, 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊.

𝙴𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚘í𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚖ó 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚍í𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖í 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 ú𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚍í𝚗.

𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒.

- ¡𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘! - 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 - ¿𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘? - 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝é 𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚟í𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊

- 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 - 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒ó

- ¿𝚄𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘? - 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 - 𝚢𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑é 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊

𝙽𝚘 𝚜é 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚢ó 𝚘 𝚗𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛í𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛ó 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛á 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘.

𝙻𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐ó 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚊𝚕 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙻𝚘 𝚜é 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝟷𝟶:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖. 𝚃𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎.

𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛.

𝚈𝚊 𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐í 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚍í𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒.

𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚑í 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎 y Uryu 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘.

- ¡𝙲𝚛𝚎í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛í𝚊𝚜! - 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 Uryu 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚊

- 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 - 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍í

- 𝙲𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛í𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 - 𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚒ó 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚊 - 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚢 𝚝ú 𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚐ó

- ¡𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜!

Uryu 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 mejor amigo 𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 también. 𝙴l era el 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎 en ese entonces 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñí𝚊 se podía decir que 𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.

- Rangiku 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 - 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛 - ¿D𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛í𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎?

𝙰𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎.

- 𝙾𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚛á 𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛á

- ¡𝙽𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎! - 𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚒ó 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊. Uryu 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚊. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍.

𝙴𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕í𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜í.

¡𝚂𝚒!, 𝚈𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛á𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚢 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚍, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊.

𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎, Uryu 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 y 𝚢𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜 í𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛.

𝙽𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛á 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗.

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