任天堂のスーパーマリオトレードマークはコスタリカのスーパーマーケットに敗れました
任天堂は、コスタリカのスーパーマーケット「SúperMario」との商標紛争で驚くべきset折に苦しんでいます。スーパーマーケットは、その名前の使用を首尾よく擁護し、それがビジネスタイプとマネージャーの名前であるマリオの合法的な組み合わせであると主張しました。この勝利は、任天堂が2024年にスーパーマーケットのトレードマークの更新に挑戦した後に来ました。
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スーパーマーケットの所有者の息子が2013年に「スーパーマリオ」商標を登録したとき、任天堂は、世界的に認められたスーパーマリオブランドに侵害された名前を主張しました。しかし、スーパーマーケットの法務チームは、この名前は説明的であり、任天堂の知的財産を活用することを意図していないと主張しました。
スーパーマーケットの所有者は、法律顧問のホセ・エドガルド・ジメネス・ブランコに救済と感謝を表明し、資源の格差のためにあきらめそうになったと述べた。この判決は、「SúperMario」の名前を使用し続けるスーパーマーケットの権利を確認しています。
任天堂は、さまざまな製品カテゴリにわたって多くの国でスーパーマリオトレードマークの独占的権利を保有していますが、このケースは、特に同様の名前に対する正当な主張を持つ企業に直面する場合、商標保護の課題を強調しています。この結果は、主要企業にとっても、知的財産紛争の複雑さを強調している警告物語として機能します。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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