※昨年度以前のポイントは上記から年度毎に定められた比率でポイントが引かれます。
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He was born to serve others by imposing himself as the most effective hound in the art of hunting and turned his life and skills into a legend. He exploited his potential, fulfilled the mandate of magnificent gods, captured his prey and quietly boasted of being the greatest victor in his work; success enveloped his life.
Or so Laelaps thought about himself on the fateful day he was given the irrational task of trapping the one creature that could not be trapped in the universe: the Teumesian fox.
It was ridiculous that his predestined opposite was literally the only animal he could never get a claw on, but that didn't stop the beginning of the most curious paradox in history, plunging Laelaps into an impossible purpose that would end his glory.
It was Zeus, the king of the gods, who used reason to resolve the conflict, turning the fox into a constellation and Laelaps, who put his pride aside to beg not to become the same as his enemy, into a set of delicate pieces sensitive to at least four different things, which had the grace (or misfortune, if you ask the ex-hunter) to fall into the hands of a group of young people who persevere in fulfilling their dream of victory and learning
"At least they let me live." He thought, consoling himself as he watched a number of bolts being inserted into his body that he had stopped counting quite a while ago.
"Although I don't know how easy it would be to keep me with them in charge If they plan to fight, where are their weapons?" or even worse Why does it smell like burning?
