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Ai no Kusabi Volume 8 Retranslation

Hello everyone!

I present to you the full retranslation of AnK Volume 8.

As most of you know, official translations of volumes 7 and 8 are extremely poorly done and there has been a need to properly (re)translate them. Volume 7 has already been retranslated by Rabi and can be found here. And now, you can get volume 8 through the link below:

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With this, our fandom finally has a chance to properly read the, arguably, most important part of the story. Guy’s thoughts, actions and motivations have especially suffered in the official translation, so I really hope you guys would carefully (re-)read it to try to get the whole picture. I also think that Raoul and Katze have been really snubbed, with entire sections related to them just outright skipped.

Happy reading, and once you’ve read it, feel free to share your thoughts and opinions! Love, Darcy PS: Don’t forget about my retranslation of volume 1~~ and visit my blog for other AnK translations.

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Madara's sharingan

I have a feeling that I might tell about this somewhere, but since I can't remember, I'll still talk about it here.

So, it's considered that Madara get his sharingan that day at the river because he lost a best friend. BUT. I don't think so.

Do you remember this?

Butsuma and Tajima tried to kill each other's heir to inflict as much pain as possible. In fandom this episode is often referred to as a confrontation of equals - parents against parents, Tobirama against Izuna. And I have yet to see anyone mention such a small detail as attempted infanticide.

And then, it was Madara and Hashirama, who sawed their little brothers. They each in their turn repelled the weapon of the best friend's father.

And I think THIS is why Madara got his sharingan. He saw the kunai flying at Izuna. His brother was closer to death than ever before. Madara almost lost it. It was the fear of losing Izuna, the pain and devastation of being killed by his best friend's father that caused Madara so much pain that his sharingan awakened. He wasn't thinking about Hashirama at this moment, nor was he thinking about Tobirama. The only thing he was concerned about was Izuna's safety. In the second it took him to bring that kunai down, he was already reliving the loss of Izuna in his mind. While the rock flew and Madara did not yet know if he had time to save his younger brother, he was already mourning him. He felt this loss. He felt fear, loneliness, sorrow.

Think. He had already lost three brothers (there were 5 of them, right?). Probably, their mother also died at that time. Is the end of a friendship comparable to the grief of losing loved ones? The fear of losing another close person - this is what caused the suffering that awakened Madara's sharingan.

Actually, I think it would be better if we saw that he awakened sharingan when he threw the rock to bring Butsuma's kunai down. What if his sharingan awakened so that Madara would definitely have time to save Izuna?)

However, I still believe that the interruption of communication with Hashirama was not the main reason. Knowing how much Madara loved Izuna, this horrific scene was the last straw. After a grown man ambushes you kids and tries to kill a small child for the advantage in a duel, you will never be the same again.

What Ukrainians ate to survive Holodomor

(translated excerpts from an Історична Правда article): + images source

The villagers would dig up the holes of the polecats to find at least a handful of grain hidden by these animals. They pounded it in a mortar, added a handful of oilcake (from hemp seed), beetroot, potato peelings, and baked something from this mixture.

Those who managed to hide at least a little grain would grind it in iron mills made from wheel axles and cook "zatyrukha" (a concoction made from a small amount of flour ground from ears of grain).

Acacia flowers were boiled and eaten raw, and green quinoa was mixed with crushed corn cobs. Those who could - and this was considered lucky - added a handful of bran. This food made their feet swell and their skin crack.

The peasants dried the husked ears of corn and millet husks, pounded them, ground them with weeds, and cooked soups and baked pancakes. Such dishes were impossible to chew, the body could not digest them, so people had stomach aches. Pancakes, the so-called "matorzhenyky", were made from oilcake and nettle or plantain.

It went so far that peasants would crumble straw into small chips and pound it in a mortar together with millet and buckwheat chaff, and tree bark. All this was mixed with potato peelings, which were very poisonous, and this mixture was used to bake "bread", the consumption of which caused severe stomach diseases.

There were cases when village activists took away and broke millstones, mortars, poured water on the heat in their ovens. After all, anything found or saved from the food had to be cooked on fire, and matches could only be purchased by bartering for their own belongings or by buying them in the city, which was impossible from villagers that were on "black lists".

Chestnuts, aspen and birch bark, buds, reed roots, hawthorn and rose hips, which were the most delicious, were used as food substitutes; various berries, even poisonous ones, were picked; grass seeds were ground into flour; "honey" from sugar beets was cooked, and water brewed with cherry branches was drunk. They also ate the kernels of sunflower seeds.

Newborns had the worst of it, because their mothers had no breast milk. According to testimonies, a mother would let her child suck the drink from the top of the poppy head, and the child would fall asleep for three days.

In early spring, the villagers began to dig up old potato fields. They would bake dumplings from frozen potatoes, grind rotten potatoes in a mash and make pancakes, greasing the frying pan with wheel grease. They also baked "blyuvaly" (transl. "vomities") from such potatoes and oatmeal mixed with water, which was so called because they were very smelly.

They ate mice, rats, frogs, hedgehogs, snakes, beetles, ants, worms, i.e. things that weren't a part of food bans and had never been eaten by people before. The horror of the famine is also evidenced by the consumption of spiders, which are forbidden to kill in Ukrainian society for ritual reasons.

In some areas, slugs were boiled into a soup, and the cartilaginous meat was chopped and mixed with leaves. This prevented swelling of the body and contributed to survival. People caught tadpoles, frogs, lizards, turtles, and mollusks. They boiled them, adding a little salt if there was salt. The starving people caught cranes, storks, and herons, which have been protected in Ukraine for centuries, and their nests were never destroyed. According to folk beliefs, eating stork meat was equated with cannibalism.

The consumption of horse meat began in 1931, before the mass famine. People used to take dead horsemeat from the cemeteries at night, make jelly out of it and salt it for future use.

Dead horses were poured with carbolic acid to prevent people from taking their meat, but it hardly stopped anybody. Dead collective farm pigs were also doused with kerosene to prevent people from dismantling them for food, but this did not help either.

After long periods of starvatiom, the process of digestion is very costing for the human body, and many people who would eat anything would drop dead immediately out of exhaustion.

If a family had a cow hidden somewhere in the forest, they had a chance to survive. People living near forests could hunt/seek out berries and mushrooms, but during winter this wouldn't save them. People living near rivers could fish in secret, but it was banned and punishable by imprisonment/death.

fun facts about ukrainian vampires (opyr)

• opyri can be of two origins: born and made. made opyri are made by witches, who can smear a baby with blood of a man who went to sleep without praying, thus making the child an opyr.

• opyri have two souls. when opyr dies, only one soul goes to the otherworld. this is why they continue living after death. they aren't immortal though, and only live post-death for seven years. you can presume the person who died was an opyr and will return later if right after their death was a great storm.

• they are very merry fellas and are known to sing, dance and play musical instruments. you can see them partying if you go to the village border at midnight. they also can be spotted smoking a pipe while laying in their coffin.

• opyr can turn into variety of different things: a child, a white or a black dog, a cat, a wolf, a horseman.

• if someone sneezes and you don't respond with "bless you" such person can become an easy target for opyr.

• to get rid of the opyr, you must take them into your arms and carry them across the town or village three times. classical stake to the heart works too.

don't worry everyone, we are not suicidal (mostly). The River One Song ends with "Я річку шукати чистеньку піду –шукатиму доти, поки не знайду". So, it's very life-affirming!

being ukrainian is a privilege because i get to go ніхто мене не любить ніхто не приласкає піду я у садочок наїмся червячків whenever i'm feeling down

a folk song from chapayevka village, chornobyl region

this type of song is called голосіння (holosinnya — "keening"), and they are usually sang by women over the dead body during the period between death and funeral. in this song, the woman is mourning both her dead son, and the land that they were forced to leave due to the chornobyl disaster.

translation under the cut

We went there

The houses are overgrown

Can't see anything over the weeds

Oh my God

Thirty years had passed

Now I can't even recognize

Neither my house, nor my village

Oh my God, oh my God

Oh my son, my nightingale

My son, my little dove

How far they brought us

And I will never come to you again

And will never see you again

Oh, my land, my golden one

My land, my dear one

Oh, how far they brought us

That I can't come to you

Our roads, our paths are overgrown

And our houses, and everything

I can't even recognize

Not the village, nor any of our backyards

We got lost, can't even find our houses

Oh my God, oh my God

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I LOVE THIS GAME

It was a great birthday gift from me to myself. That violet bloody sky is something. I love this castle soo much.