| >> | №1560459 #285 >>1560458
Ключевой пойнт в том, что, как бы тебе не хотелось вырвать это без контекста, это не описание происходящего и не описание того, как себя ведёт Хоро. Это то, что об этом внутренне думает Лоурес. Который, я напомню, за пару дней до этой сцены в первобытном страхе наблюдал, как Хоро в форме волка раскидывает народ по канализации. В аниме понятно почему эти две фразы не попали - потому что их банально сложно передать визуально, а внутренними ремарками и монологами это аниме не страдает.
На выражении из скриншота в >>1560401 у неё глаза не moist, увы. Нет, блики в её глазах это не moist, это воробей такой просто, точно такие же блики ты можешь наблюдать на скриншоте в >>1560451.
Мне лень идти качать серию оригинального сезона, чтобы посмотреть на сцену в нём подробнее, но скажу, что в целом я впечатлён, насколько до мелочей и нюансов максимально близко к тексту передана сцена в новом.
>>1560118
Вот в этом посте просто полная чушь написана, между прочим. Вся суть этой сцене в телеге, как я парой постов выше уже говорил, заключается в том, что чуть ли не впервые за всё ранобе Хоро действительно была очень расстроена, огорчена и уязвима. Вот это всё вот про "слабости показывает" - то, что она показывает свои слабости Лоуренсу это очень важно. >But the girl before him was not what came to mind.
>She had said her reason for staying in the village was that she got along with the villagers, that her friend from long ago had asked her to see to the harvest. She had always meant for the fields to prosper. But after she oversaw the land for centuries, people began denying her existence, and now to hear that they wished to be rid of her — how must that feel?
>Tears fell freely from Holo’s eyes. Her face showed a mixture of frustration and sorrow.
>She’d said she hated being alone. When a god forced people to worship it, perhaps it was only out of loneliness.
>If Holo’s predicament elicited such wild-eyed notions in Lawrence, it was hardly surprising it also made him want to wipe her tears away.
>“It doesn’t really matter, in the end. I want to return to the northland, so I must leave one way or another. If they have no love for me, I’ll simply kick the dust from my hind legs and leave. ‘Twill be a cleaner break that way. Still... I can’t just leave it like this.”
>She seemed to have stopped crying, but Lawrence could still hear her sniffing as he stroked her head gently. He smiled as broadly as he could manage and spoke.
>“I— no, we— are merchants. As long as we profit, we triumph. We laugh when money comes in, and cry only in bankruptcy. And we will laugh” he said.
>Holo glanced up momentarily, then down again, tears falling from her eyes once more. She nodded, then looked back up. Lawrence wiped her tears away a second time, and Holo took a deep breath. She wiped the lingering tears from the corners of her eyes almost violently.
>For several moments afterward, her long, damp eyelashes sparkled.
>Holo sighed. “... I feel better.”
>She smudged away the final remnants of tears with one hand and, looking sheepish over her outburst, lightly punched Lawrence in the chest with a small fist. >>1560090
Вот это аниматоры развлекаются уже, да. Отличный аниме-ориджинал контент.
>>1560223 >в ранобе вся сцена со сражением Хоро в канализации и её уходом описана иначе чем представлена в обеих экранизациях Да я не сказал бы, честно говоря. Ну, то есть твой пост можно интерпретировать как то, что в ранобе вся эта сцена подана совсем иначе, но по факту: >“Sh-she’s drinking his blood!”
>Holo opened her eyes slightly at the shout and glanced at Lawrence. He couldn’t have conjectured as to his own expression, but Holo seemed to smile sadly at him. After all, only a demon would drink blood.
>“Don’t fall back! She’s only a possessed girl! Get her!” Yarei’s exhortations were no use; the men were frozen in their tracks.
>Holo slowly pulled her mouth back from Lawrence’s arm; her transformation had already begun.
>“I’ll always...” she began as her long hair began to stir, transforming into animal fur. Her arms, visible through her torn sleeves, took the form of wolf paws.
>“I’ll always remember that you chose me.”
>She cleaned the blood from the corner of her mouth with her bright red tongue rather than her hand, an image that lingered with Lawrence.
>“Lawrence —” she said, standing and facing him. She had a small, sad smile on her face as she spoke her final words.
>“Please don’t look at me.”
>Her body grew up and out rapidly to the sound of tearing fabric, brown fur nearly exploding through it. Her wheat pouch fell to the ground among the tatters of clothing. Lawrence automatically reached out for the wheat in which Holo lived. When he looked back up, a massive wolf stood before him.
>Its paws were tipped with scythe like claws, and its teeth were so large that the shape of each fang was clearly visible. It looked capable of eating a man in a single bite. The wolf was so massive that the very air around it felt heavy and hot — as if one might melt by mere proximity. In spite of that, its eyes were cool and calculating.
>There was no escape. Every man in the tunnel came to the same conclusion at once.
>“Aaaaauuggh!”
>The single cry was the trigger. Most of the assailants dropped their weapons and ran. Two men hurled their weapons at the wolf, mostly out of terror. The beast moved its muzzle adroitly, picking up each iron weapon in turn and crushing it between massive jaws.
>This was a god. In the northlands, the word “god” was used to describeanything beyond a human’s ability to engage. Lawrence had never understood that definition until now — and now he understood it all too well. There was nothing anyone could do to this wolf. Nothing at all.
>“Guh—”
>“Wha—”
>The two that threw their weapons made strangled exclamations that were barely worthy of the term.
>The wolf swatted them aside with a massive paw, then ran forward, seeming almost to slide over the ground.
>“None of you will leave here alive!” a low, bestial voice echoed.
>The sounds of claw striking iron mingled with the cries of the felled as Lawrence frantically tried to right himself.
>But the massacre ended in an instant. The wolf paused, and the voice of perhaps the last man left alive was audible.
>“G-gods are always like that... always... unfair...” It was Yarei’s voice.
>There was no response but the sound of the colossal wolf opening its jaws. Lawrence cried out.
>“Holo, no!”
>There was a snap, surely those same jaws closing. The image of Yarei’s torso in Holo’s fangs came unbidden to Lawrence’s mind. It was unthinkable that Yarei could escape. He was a bird with no chance to avoid the hound’s attack. But after a few moments of silence, Holo turned around in the narrow passageway, and her teeth were not smeared with the blood Lawrence expected. Instead, an unconscious Yarei dangled helplessly from her fangs.
>“Holo...” Lawrence murmured her name in relief, but Holo merely dropped Yarei to the ground and did not look at him.
>A low voice sounded.
>“The wheat...”
>The growl suited the great body, and Lawrence cringed to hear it. He knew it was Holo, but he couldn’t help himself. If she looked straight at him, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stay composed. The wolf demanded his awe.
>“The wheat — bring it to me,” repeated Holo. Lawrence nodded and held out the pouch of wheat in his hand. Just then, Lawrence felt a heavy pressure, and his body recoiled from it. When he saw Holo’s lip curl over her fanged jaw, he realized he’d made a terrible mistake.
>“That is your answer. Now, the wheat —”
>Although he knew that Holo intended to take the wheat and leave, her words, as if by some strange magic, compelled his arm to reach out and hand it over. But he lacked the strength to support the arm or even to hold the pouch. First the pouch fell from his limp hand to the ground, then his arm collapsed against him. He wouldn’t be able to pick it up again.
>Lawrence looked at the pouch in despair.
>“I thank you for taking care of me,” said Holo as she approached, deftly picking up the small bag in her massive jaws. Those amber eyes never once glanced at Lawrence as she backed up one, two, three steps, then turned dexterously in the small tunnel and began to walkaway. The white-tipped tail that was Holo’s pride and joy caught his eye. It was magnificent as it waved sadly and receded down the passage.
>Lawrence shouted. His voice was so weak it could barely be considered a shout, but he sounded with all his remaining strength.
>“W-wait!”
>Holo kept walking.
>Lawrence despised himself for recoiling at her approach earlier. How many times had she said that she hated when people regarded her with fear. But his body had reacted instinctively. Humans couldn’t help that they feared the unknown, and so he had cowered before Holo. Still, Lawrence thought. Still, he called out her name.
>“Holo!” shouted his hoarse voice.
>It was useless, he realized — and just then, Holo stopped. This was his chance. If he couldn’t change her mind here, he would never see her again. But what to say? Scenarios flitted in and out of his mind. He couldn’t convincingly claim he wasn’t afraid of her. Her form still terrified him. But he wanted to stop her. He couldn’t find the words to express the conflict he felt. His mind worked frantically. No doubt Holo would’ve mocked him for being inarticulate as he tried to put together the words that would bring her back.
>“How... how much do you think the clothes you destroyed cost?” was what he finally came up with. “I don’t care if you’re a god or not... I’ll see you pay me back! You earned but seventy silver pieces — that’s not nearly enough!”
>He yelled at her, trying to sound angry — no, he was genuinely half-angry. He knew that begging her not to go would be pointless. As he was still terrified of her form, he could only conjure this single reason to prevent her going. The grudge a merchant will bear over money is deeper than a valley, and a merchant collecting a debt is more persistent than the moon in the night sky. Lawrence put as much venom into his words as he could to convey that. He was not telling her that he didn’t want her to leave. He was telling her that leaving would be pointless.
>“How many years do you think it took me... to save up that much money? I’ll follow you... I’ll follow you all the way back to the northlands, if I have to!”
>Lawrence’s voice echoed through the underground tunnels for a while before finally fading. Holo stood there awhile, then flicked her large tail.
>Was she going to turn around?
>Lawrence’s strength finally failed him, and he collapsed to the ground even as his chest filled with a nervous impatience.
>Holo began walking again. Her paws pattered softly against the floor of the passage: tupp, tupp.
>Lawrence felt his vision grow dim. Да, эта сцена не передана 1:1 как сцена с медовыми персиками, тут есть ряд достаточно заметных отличий (Хоро в форме волка разговаривает, Хоро реально убивает людей, сцена с мешочком слегка иначе, но все ключевые моменты тоже вполне себе переданы as is. Чего там в экранизации 2008 года было в этой сцене - не помню в упор, лол. |
