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8:27 A.M. \ Clear

Rhodes Island Landship, Training Grounds

You ready? Here I go!

Nice try, mate!

Who says good morning before they knock ya sideways? You're being daft!

Why don't you try me!

Tch.

Your fist's hard as pillows, all floppy. I could bludgeon better with brown bread gone two days in the freezer.

Huff... you're clearly not as fast as me!

...Why can't I hit you?!

Keep trying! No use, mate!

Who taught you how to fight like this?

My dad taught me... wrestling techniques... my dad's a really amazing policeman!

Eh? Dad this and dad that? Ya still a little kid then?

Hah!

Okay, eyes on the prize! I'll find an opening!

'Ey, that one was gettin' somewhere!

Keep goin'! C'mon, let's go again!

(I can't—I can't get away...)

You attack with... such a crazy angle! What kind of style is that?

Eh? Style? I don't think about any style when I fight, mate!

If you can harp on about your fighting, show some skill instead, why don't you! I wanna work up a sweat here, come on!

Getting faster—

Too slow! Pick it up!

Heyah!

(Ack, my eyes! That was an inch away! Too close!)

Huff... huff... hah...

(I don't even have the chance to hit back... and I took one right in the stomach...)

Weak! Flip me, this is weak!

Hey. Oi, time out, you. You lookin' down on me or somethin'?

I'm hittin' you serious here. Come on, my eye tells me you've got skills, but everything you do comes out all dawdlin'.

Listen, alright, you little tyke? Get your fist, from just now, and smash my nose in, alright? My nose, right here! See it? Just bump it, 'n rose-red'll come flyin' out!

I... ahhah...

My dad said... my fist should only make enemies bleed...

Aaaauugh, you do my head in! Mate, that is ALL pointless right now!

It could be so bleedin' simple! A fight's just a fight! Why've ya gotta think so much?

...Hah!

Well, alright. You stand up pretty good to a thumpin'.

You know if I smacked any normal tosser around a couple times, they'd have been cryin', beggin' me to forgive 'em by now?

I... I'm not gonna beg.

You're insanely strong, but you can't... underestimate me.

Ey-hey, I like that. Gettin' interesting again.

Seein' as you ain't run, I'm gonna hurry up and let you—

Stop!

...block my fist?

What's this? Whip? Hey, not bad, you.

Instructor Dobermann...

Jackie, head down. Get Lancet-2 to dress your wounds as a holdover, and then report to Medical.

But training's still...

The morning training course will permit your absence. Extenuating circumstances. Don't expect this again.

Furthermore, remember this. Rhodes Island or no, training grounds are a battlefield, and you only face opponents, not friends. In front of the enemy, your lenience will be a weakness.

Next time you're beaten like this, I'll have to consider giving you supplementary courses.

Got it, Instructor!

Uh... Operator Indra, thank you for training with me today! Next time I'll put on a even better show!

Tch. Flippin' weak.

Hold it there.

Oi, you wanna go too? You look bang-up, I'd reckon.

I'm not going to play about with you.

Play? You sayin' fightin's play? Oi, can I check a sec, yeah? Do you know how I got here?

...Operator Indra, your current conduct is very juvenile, in my opinion.

You're no longer a student. You don't need me setting courses for you. But I'd still like to give you some suggestions.

Then first off—before you're properly prepared, you are not to step one foot on the training grounds again.

Huh? Why? That little rabbit told me if I wanted a fight, I could come here and all.

I am not going to waste time pointing out how many incorrect assumptions you've made in that one sentence.

Briefly, the training grounds are not a place to vent your private moods. Operators do not learn from one another with the goal of causing permanent harm to the other party.

Once you've gotten things straight, you can come back again. The new recruits very much need the genuine combat guidance your experience provides.

But for now, I would like you to leave.

Hmph. The whole lot here's just people who go on and on. Each one's more boring than the last.

Stuck in here every day without a fight's seriously killing me.

What's the point of the food here? Meat 'n' potatoes are enough. Why d'you need all this variety? What's all the seasoning about? Gettin' sick of chewin' it, it's making my mouth go rotten!

And this room! Metal plates cold as a fridge, and you've gotta squash to get in! Is this somewhere people should stay? It's like jail!

Aarrrrgh!

(Thump—)

Haha.

Who is it?

Carry on. Bit more force, and you'll give this wall a new cubby-hole.

God, I couldn't have asked for anyone more dull to show up. Morgan, stop standin' out there if you can help it. Come in here and give us a scrap. Lemme get some relief.

Don't feel like it. Couldn't hit me if you wanted, but who knows how long it'd be before you're too worked up not to punch a wall again.

And anyway, I'm not like you. Got plenty to do.

Tch. You and your sodding business. You couldn't pay me to figure it out. I know you just run around completely out of sight, anyway, exactly like you used to.

Ay-yi-yi. I'm not gonna forget about you no matter how busy I am, Hannah, love~

Heard you made a huge fuss at the training grounds. Got shooed out right after?

...You just came here to laugh at me, didn't ya?

Tsk, tsk. You'll hurt me, talking like that.

You'd never believe if I was worried for you, so just treat it as me here on Vina's behalf, checking if you haven't made a right mess for her.

Her Majesty knows?!

Don't work yourself up. I didn't tell on you.

But. We're aboard someone else's ship right now. Could you imagine whatever you do not reaching her ears somehow? Who do you think she is?

Tch, is it not enough to admit it's my fault this time?! I'll go find our Majesty myself.

Good, no rush. Been here a while now, anyway, so we know just how the people are at Rhodes, right? Vina's in an alright spot. None of us need to lose much sleep at night.

...Yeah, you're right, I get it.

People here are fine, even. Not like the lot we used to see... too rotten, or too bloody weak.

But that doesn't mean I've gotta like living like this. Hmph.

You say you don't like it. Still not used to it yet, are you?

I... tch. How'm I gonna get used to this?

Just, all of a sudden, don't need to play hide and seek every day. Won't be out of a place to sleep for nights on end. Don't need to worry when I sleep if anyone'll come to do us in.

Do miss those days a little. Even if you were dead asleep, eyes'd snap open the moment you heard something. Even throw a couple fists at the air.

...And who's the bastard who kept sneaking up? You see how generous I was, not giving you a black eye. Pulled my punches.

Haha, hahaha.