My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

On Saturday morning, in the enchanted tent, Latan, who had been busy all night, put away the furnace, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and said to his two colleagues who also hadn't slept for a moment: "We have made all the preparations."

"I really want to agree with you, but..." Minamoto Kiyotaka looked at the thing he had forged overnight, "If I wear it, it will make me feel like I'm at an anime exhibition in Akihabara..."

Latan frowned. "This was forged with reference to real image data and has very rigorous historical research. How could it be related to an illusory cultural derivative like anime?"

Dante's fingertips twirled the black and white guns engraved with magic runes - he gave them each a nice name: Ebony and Ivory - and chimed in, "That's right, I don't know how handsome they are."

Minamoto Kiyotaka looked at Dante expressionlessly: "Then I'd like to switch with you?"

Dante's two guns disappeared into his robe in an instant. He tilted his head and said, "Don't even think about it."

"Aren't you disgusted too?" Minamoto Kiyotaka roared.

"So why?" Latan patted the Japanese military armor with a large crescent-shaped front and black iron armor plates tied with azure ropes. "Isn't Date Masamune one of the most famous historical figures in Japan? I also specially made Kagehide and Chokudaikiri Mitsutada for you."

Minamoto Kiyotaka raised his eyebrows: "Hitler is also the most famous figure in modern German history. Why haven't I seen you grow a mustache?"

"Hmm..." Latarn rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Maybe it's because I haven't reached puberty yet."

Dante said as if it was a matter of course, "How can you grow a beard before you reach puberty? You're so stupid, Kiyotaka."

“Don’t answer the question so seriously! お前ら二人の野郎どもめ (You two bastards)!”

Minamoto Kiyotaka was so angry that he cursed. He pointed at the dark armor under Ratan's robe and said, "Also! How can a German like you look so handsome in this outfit!"

Latan was wearing a tight-fitting undergarment made of leather, his limbs were wrapped in heavy black iron armor, there were rib-shaped grilles carved on the heavy breastplate, the belt wrapped around his waist was equipped with a gun case and a ring for placing a magic wand, he wore a simple and capable arm shield on his left arm, and the horn on his left shoulder armor was raised high.

With the tubular exhaust structure at the collar that can be combined with the mask, Latan's face is completely covered by the iron mask shaped like a skull. His eyes emit a faint light through the scarlet round lenses. Coupled with his extraordinary strong body, he looks like a devil from hell reappearing on earth!

Latan took off his modified gas mask and said to Dante in confusion: "My memory is not very good. Who asked everyone's equipment to be unique last night?"

Dante patted Minamoto Kiyotaka's shoulder: "It's you, buddy."

"Who was it last night who ignored the illustrations in the Golden Elixir Secret and insisted on buying a set of Japanese-style armor?" Latan asked expressionlessly.

Dante, with a bit of annoyance, took out a few volumes of Japanese Painting Scrolls that he had found from the school library overnight from his pocket, and said to Minamoto Kiyotaka, "It's still you, buddy."

"Isn't that the end?" Latan spread his hands and looked at the mixed-blood with a complicated expression, "What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied, but life in the correctional facility has made me not know much about traditional military commanders. It was only after escaping from the correctional facility that I was deeply impressed by a character in a work who believed in the power of friendship and was willing to die for friendship."

Minamoto Kiyotaka sighed: "The Japanese armor I really want... is the Dragon Armor worn by Shiryu in "Saint Seiya"..."

Latarn's eyes widened: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I didn't expect you to be so quick!" Minamoto Kiyotaka wanted to cry, "I just went to the bathroom, and when I came back you guys had already decided on the style! Are you deliberately playing a trick on me?"

Dante said seriously, "Dude, don't you think... the Draco Armor would be more like a comic convention?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka's eyes widened. "There's still this kind of thing at an anime convention? Aren't there always a bunch of pretty boys wearing armor suits or something to please the guests?"

"Are you going to the host bar in Akihabara or Kabukicho?" Latan shouted in disbelief.

"Anyway, let's try it on first." Dante picked up the exaggerated helmet of the samurai armor, "Maybe it will suit you well?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka sighed: "This is the only way..."

……

Ginny opened the curtain of the boys' tent, poked her head in and said, "Latan, Snape said we have to make up for yesterday's lesson this morning, and you guys - wow! What impressive armor!"

Ratan adjusted his black iron armor with pride. "Really? It has twenty parts, made from Taishan Spirit Iron, weighing one hundred and forty kilograms. It combines the techniques of the cultivation world and the runes of the magic engine. I made them all myself."

"It really suits you. You look like the Third Reich in the history book!" Ginny was generous with her praise. "Dante, did you also tinker with these two guns last night?"

"Ebony and ivory." The two guns spun and danced in Dante's hands like flying swallows, and then they were inserted into the holsters under his ribs. "Powered by magic, unlimited bullets, and great feel. It's simply a jackpot."

Ginny's eyes sparkled as she screamed excitedly, "So cool! Italian Ranger!"

"How do I look?" Minamoto Kiyotaka came forward and asked anxiously.

An integrated Sendai iron breastplate was tied to his thin chest, and the broad shoulder guards dangled over his undergarments. His waist armor almost dragged on the ground, barely revealing his feet in tabi and wooden clogs.

Ginny's smile disappeared in an instant, as if it had fallen into water.

She frowned and looked up and down at Minamoto Kiyotaka's outfit, curled her lips and said, "The Portuguese's evaluation back then was very correct. To be frank... it's like a monkey riding a dog."

The hybrid was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

He turned stiffly toward the two friends who were trying to sneak out of the tent, and with a mixture of grief and anger, he drew from his waist the bright red blade of Kagehide and the thick back of Chodaikiri Mitsutada, and shouted, "Baka (bastard)! Duel! Duel!"

Latan ran away, his heavy black iron armor rustling, his red hair fluttering like a flag, and he shouted without turning his head: "Dante chose it for you! It's none of my business!"

"Bastardo (Italian: bastard)! You just betrayed your buddy like that?!" Dante looked back at the disheveled Minamoto Kiyotaka who looked like a devil and shouted, "Help! Red Prajna is going to kill someone!"

"Chukushiyo! Don't even think about running away!"

The three of them ran past Marenia. The crippled girl looked at their backs in astonishment and asked Ginny, "What happened to them?"

Ginny shrugged, "Maybe that's what boys are like."

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At nine o'clock in the morning, first-year students from the four major colleges gathered on the lawn outside the castle to review the Potions class they should have taken yesterday.

"You are here to learn the precise science and exacting craft of preparing potions."

Professor Snape walked slowly among the little wizards waiting for class. His tone was soft, almost whispering, but everyone could hear every word he said effortlessly.

Apparently, like Professor McGonagall, he also had the intimidating power to keep the classroom in order without any effort.

Latan admired this teaching style, especially after experiencing Lockhart's chaotic class. He realized more deeply how much order and seriousness would affect learning efficiency.

In particular, Professor Snape spent the entire day yesterday removing the spider venom from the centaurs and magical creatures. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to wash his hair. Yet, he went on to give extra lessons to his students today as usual.

This kind of dedicated teaching attitude is simply incomparable to Lockhart!

Snape stopped in front of the podium that had been moved from the castle's underground classroom and whispered, "Since there's no need to wave wands around foolishly here, many of you don't believe this is magic.

"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering crucible with white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You will not truly understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's veins, which makes people's hearts and minds excited and confused...

"I can teach you how to improve your reputation, create glory, and even prevent death!" He suddenly raised his voice, frightening many young wizards. "But the prerequisite is that you don't dress up in strange clothes and act mischievously like these three idiots."

Seeing the Potions Professor pointing at himself who was punished to stand, Latan looked stern. He hesitated and turned the mechanism under his breastplate. Dense runes appeared on the armor on his body and rolled up and retracted into the buckle of his belt. He was determined to prove that he was definitely not a naughty student.

At the same time, he couldn't help but notice that Professor Snape's gaze lingered on the revealed runes for a moment, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Dante, who was also punished to stand, did not feel ashamed at all. He just cast a playful look at Minamoto Kiyotaka beside him.

The half-blood had a long face, still wearing the ill-fitting armor, his hands on the hilts of the two samurai swords at his waist, accepting the pointing and sniggering of the crowd.

"I hope this will teach you three a lesson." Professor Snape said coldly. The class immediately fell silent as soon as he spoke. "Now, everyone, turn to page 15 of Advanced Potion Making..."

Just as the students were flipping through their books, Latan heard an annoying sound.

"What are you talking about stopping death?" Half-Veela Kalana said in a low voice, "Didn't the person you loved the most take the initiative to die for the person you hate the most? You are such a clown..."

Latan frowned like Professor Snape. In his opinion, Kalana's deliberate disruption of class order was intolerable. She must be deducted 20 points. Moreover, she insulted the teacher, so another 50 points would be deducted!

"It seems that some people can't wait to prove their intelligence." Snape's thin lips twisted into a smile without any smile, and suddenly said, "Miss Avery!"

Karana stood up with her chin raised haughtily. "Powdered daffodil root and wormwood can be mixed into a sleeping potion; fecal stone is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat; and Aconitum chamaejasme and Aconitum naqua are the same plant. Anything else, Professor?"

"What are you talking about?" Professor Snape said indifferently. "Tell me, why do porcupine quills need to be cooled before adding them to the boil decoction?"

"Because it would cause the boil-water to burst from the cauldron—"

"I asked why, not what happened." Professor Snape interrupted her.

Kalana's eyes widened. She had never expected Snape to play by his own rules. She opened her mouth for a long time before she managed to squeeze out a word from between her teeth: "I don't know..."

"It seems that some people can only play tricks." Professor Snape said coldly, "Avery, you may need to go to Madam Pomfrey to treat your ears, so that you may have a chance to understand what people say. Unfortunately, with the current potion technology, it still can't cure your self-righteous brain. Now let a real smart person tell you why - Magnus!"

Latan immediately replied, "Yes, sir. Because animal protein denatures when exposed to heat, you need to wait until the boil decoction cools down before adding the porcupine quills."