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Sunshine, bright and beautiful, heavenly rays bless the vast, open green plains as winds roll the blades like waves in the sea.

In The plains housed all sorts of life, horses, wild and graceful feasted on the grass and dashed through the fields, free as the wind, in the nearby forest, rabbits and bucks hopped and pranced like faeries, enjoying the peace.

Small, stout rolling hills watched over the plains and the forest, at the feet of earthy giants, resided a small, rural village, settled on a long river that cut a valley through the hills where wild wheat grows on either side of the river’s bank.

The village people farmed this wheat and herded goats which inhabited the hills, they were a peaceful folk, a place so small that it only housed 50 people, half of which were elderly well-past retirement age.

the place was in a word, underdeveloped, in a phrase The Countryside and in a less nice phrase A Bumpkin’s Backwater.

And while those titles may be accurate, they aren’t important.

People can call it an underdeveloped backwater all they please, all I call it is home.

Yes, my home, the place where I was born and spent most of my early life being raised with my brother by my Mother.

Our house was a little ways away from the village itself, sitting atop one of the smaller hills, it overlooked the village and the plains and gave a view that stretched out to the free horizon.

it was a small wooden hut, made up of no more than 3 rooms, the living room which also doubled as the kitchen, me and my brother’s bedroom and my mother’s room.

Next to the hut was a single, tall tree which served as the only place you could shade on a hot day without going inside.

It’s right under that tree that I can recall my earliest memory with my Mother.

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It was when I was 3 years old, on one humid and lazy Noon day, my Mother had held me close as we sat under the tree and she read to me a story.

The story of the legendary Hero: Armis, the First King of Brenho.

This was a ritual practice, every day since my birth, my Mother would read all kinds of stories to me, ones of fantastical worlds with mystics and fairies, ones of interesting mysteries and detectives, ones of holy knights slaying evil demon lords.

But this one was by far my favorite, it was the story of the founding of Brenho and the Federation of Ochima, it was the story of a man loved and admired by people all over the continent, it was the story of the first and greatest King of Brenho.

The story was an epic that spanned 3 books cataloguing the man’s life, out of the series my Mother had 2 of the books, the ones detailing his journey from early life right up until his ascension to the throne and the adventures he had as King.

There was nothing I loved more than my Mother regaling the tale of the King of blades, even though I’d heard the stories 100s of times before, I always asked her to read them to me again so I could hear it a 1000s of times after.

And every time she would finish reading, I always asked the same question:

“Can I be like that? Can I be like King Armis?”

To which my Mother would always reply:

“Yes, my dear, yes you can, in-fact, you can be even greater. Be strong and anything is possible.”

“Be strong…” I whispered blissfully in my Mother’s arms as drifted off to sleep as I always would after a good story.

But as I entered the land of dreams, I would always ask myself.

(But what does it mean to Be strong? What is strength?) I wondered.

And so, one day my curiosity got the best of me and while my Mother was washing dishes, I walked up to her and asked.

“Mom, what does it mean to be strong?” I asked.

She looked down at me with a slightly perplexed look in her eye before putting a finger to her chin and thinking, “Hmmmm…Good question…a good question I don’t think I can answer.”

“What? You can’t? Why not?” I asked, angry to have my question dodged.

“Because strength isn’t something so simple you can just say it, strength is something you find, so why not go look?” She answered.

“Go look…for what?” I whispered to myself in confusion, but as I never got an answer, I simply went off to search for answers on my own.

I who was a mere child at the time, could not possibly come up with my own answer with my lacking logic, so I sought my definition in the example set by others.

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I first looked to the Hunter’s lodge in the village, it was a gathering of the village’s best fighters who would go off and deal with wild beasts and hunt dangerous game.

I went to my Mother in the morning and asked her, “Are they strong? Should I be like them?”

And she would put a finger to her chin and hum, “Hmmmm…A strong person should be good at fighting, but being good at fighting doesn’t make someone strong.” She’d say

“Why not? Aren’t strong people all good fighters?” I asked.

“Yes, but a truly strong person shouldn’t just be good at hurting people, they should be good at helping them too.” She answered.

“Not just hurt…help too…”, I whispered to myself in contemplation as I went off to search for answers again.

My mother’s answer once again stumped me as I could not find someone who met such a description, that is, until one day, me and my family were in invited to a parting event held by the whole village.

This parting event was for a young man, who had just hit 18 and was going off to the big city to join the military.

Being a small village with a sparse population and not much going on, it became tradition for the stronger young men of the village to go off and prove themselves in the military so they could spread the name of the village.

Before these men would go off, a small party would be held the day before their departure, where they would be allowed to spend one more day among family and friends before leaving for many years and possibly never returning.

My older brother, who was 13 at the time, loved these ceremonies, he would always attend and go on and on about how one day, he too would be one of these young men.

“To serve in the military is the highest honor!” He’d say with such excitement, a bright-eyed look on his face.

“It is? Why?” I’d ask him.

“Because being a solider is just like being a hero!” he’d answer.

Those words piqued my interested, “Really? Really?” I’d ask with excitement.

“Yes really! You go off and fight the enemies of the kingdom, having epic adventures! Making a name for yourself among your friends! Having fun with lots of pretty girls along the way…” he says in a longing tone, his head full of daydreams.

“Do you save people? Do you help people?” I asked him.

“Huh? That’s a dumb question, of course you do! A soldier’s job is to help their country, to save the kingdom! That’s why they’re like heroes!” He answers.

“Save the kingdom…that’s means they’re strong right?” I ask.

“You’re full of questions, today aren’t you? You can’t be a solider if you aren’t strong. That's why they’re the strongest in the whole continent!” He declares.

“Whoaaaa! Wowwwwww!” As my brother went on and on about how great being a solider was and how one day, he’d become the best there is, all that was on my mind was one thought:

(I did it! I found the answer! Being a solider makes you strong!)

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Realizing this, I once again rushed to my Mother, it was nearing sunset and she had sat under the tree in our yard again, but this time, in her hands held a leather book in which she was writing.

That book was her dairy, one she’s had and cared for since she was a child, and she enjoyed updating it every week or so.

Usually I would never interrupt her when she was so engrossed in writing, but I was far too excited from solving this riddle that’s been plaguing up until now, so I rushed right over and said in a proud voice:

“I did it, Mom! I know the answer! I know how to be strong!” I proclaimed.

Mom shut her dairy in quick order and turned to face me with a surprised look, “Oh really? Why don’t you tell me then? What’s the answer?”

“The answer is soldier! I have to be like a solider, because soldiers are strong! Soldiers are heroes! Just like Armis!” I declared without single shadow of doubt in my voice.

“…” And for the first time, my Mother was the one put to confused silence.

“Well how about that! I’m right aren’t I!” I said, ready to receive my mother’s praise.

“…My dear…That’s…” But the praise did not come, instead, my Mother donned a strangely sad look in her eye.

My excitement begun to fade, “What? Mommy? What’s wrong…?”

“Dearest…First I have to ask, who told you all this?” she questions.

“Um…Brother…” I answer with a hint of worry.

She heaves a huge sigh, “Oh that boy, he still hasn’t grown out this join the military nonsense? I swear…” She shakes her head.

“What? Is joining the military bad?” I ask.

“Oh yes dear, very bad, extremely bad. I’d even say it’s one of the worst things you can do.” She answers.

“What? But why? They fight bad guys, fight enemies of the kingdom, they save people!” I counter.

She shakes her head, “No, no they don’t dear, that’s just what they say they do. They say they fight for the good of the kingdom, the good of the people, but that’s all lies.”

“Lies?” I question.

“Lies, lies, lies, every last bit of it. They don’t fight for the people, they fight of the people who control the people, they don’t fight our enemies, they fight their enemies and I have yet to find a soldier who hasn’t ruined more lives than they’ve saved, if they’ve saved any.” She tirrades with an angry tone.

“But…but…then…why did brother say that they were heroes?” I ask.

“Because he, like everyone else here, believes their lies. Don’t be like them dear, don’t believe anything unless you’ve seen what its really like yourself.” She declared.

“It was lies…all lies…” I said in a forlorn tone as I look down at the grass covered ground, darkening as the sun touches the horizon and begins to dip.

“Yes dear, sorry to say, but soldiers aren’t strong, they’re the furthest thing from being strong, so that is not the answer.” She confirms.

“So I was wrong…I was so sure too…But I was wrong…Hic…” I whimper weakly as sadness washes over me.

“Oh dear boy, don’t cry…” My Mother coos, her soft eyes looking sadly at me.

“But-But! I tried so hard to find the answer and I-I can’t do it! I even made you mad, I’m so stupid…hic…hic…” I sob in frustration.

“No dear…no you aren’t stupid…” She said as she pulled me into a hug and brought my forehead against hers to calm me down.

“If anyone’s stupid, it’s Mommy, she got all angry, scolded you and made you cry…even though you’re trying your best.” She states.

“You’re not stupid Mom! I just…really want to know, how can I be strong? If soldiers aren’t strong…if fighters aren’t strong…who is? And where can I find them?” I asked.

“…” To my question she goes quiet once more.

“Right, you can’t tell me, I have to find it…dumb question, sorry…” I apologize.

She shakes her head, “No, not a dumb question my dear. It’s true I can’t tell you what strength is. But I can tell you where to find it.” She explains.

“…Really? Where?” My eyes regain their hopeful glow.

She then wordless takes one of her hands off of me and points it west.

“Huh?” I follow her hand and look out to see the horizon.

“Huh…” And then I am enraptured.

Of all of my vague memories, this remains the clearest, the view of the horizon from under that tree was by far the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes on.

Sitting on this small hill, the view stretched out and allowed one to see everything, from the lights turning on in the village below, to billowing of the trees from the nearby forest in the wind, you could see the light cast long shadows off the rolling hills and watch as animals wander along the long plains.

It was so incredibly beautiful and I could instantly understand why my Mother loved this spot so much now, I’m sure one could find happiness just sitting there and staring out at that bewitching horizon.

“…What?” but alas, as amazing as the view was, it didn’t answer my question.

What did the distant horizon have to do with being strong?

This was a question I would ask my Mother many times over many years, yet always, she would always answer the same way, with a finger to the horizon with nothing else to say.

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4 more years would come to pass and at 7 years old I would have an answer to my question at last.

As the village I called home was lit a crimson flame, as the boys and girls I called friends were cut down and slain.

As the nearby forest was also set a light, as men with blade and bullet marched along the riverside.

As they climbed up the rolling hills, casting everything good and right aside, an answer to my question, came along the ride.

As everything was taken from, home and friend alike, I rushed home to My Mother and I had with me, but one request.

O Mother, could you tell me what, O what did the horizon have to do with this?

“Nothing.” My answer came, but it was not from my Mother’s mouth.

“The answer is nothing. For there is nowhere where one can find strength.” Answered someone else’s tongue.

“Strong is not something you find, it’s something you are. If you are not born strong, you are not strong at all.” From the mouth of a man cruel, with a voice dead and cold, this truth came.

“The strong take while the weak lose, that is why, my son, this has happened to you.” He said this as he ran a sword through my Mother’s throat, through and through.

“…What?” was all I could say.

“Come with me boy, come with me and true strength shall be yours, some day.” As a man calling himself my Father, a man named Zain, slayed my Mother and took me away that day.

My name is Noell Cromwell, 71st prince of Brenho, Hunter and rightful heir to the throne and that was the day my whole world was taken from me.

This is my reminisce of all that has been lost, for soon it will come time to avenge it all.

Soon it will come time for me to answer this age-old question.

What does it mean to be strong?

Intro: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Vu2JU61FRovX5r3SavSiftP-V7FlJzXl/view

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>>4229867

Glad to be back after so very long Anon, now while everyone gathers and enjoys the Intro, I shall continue...

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https://youtu.be/-rh8gMvzPw0

Time: Saturday, February 6th, 2000 at 8:48 AM, Morning

Location: Golova Kommersant Sudno Poyezdka, currently Enroute to Ochima

The early morning sun hangs just above the blue shining horizon of the high seas, the waves flow to and fro, calm as the morning winds that drift you along the water, with sails furled, does the boat you ride on glide with leisure atop the ocean’s great surface.

Your name is Derrick Holumns and once again you find yourself sailing across the high seas.

It has been two days since your last adventure in Kakin, an adventure you barely survived and are still somewhat physically injured and mentally exhausted from, but since when has your state of mind and well-being mattered?

After you informed Vanilla that you’d have to make yet another Journey eastwards, this time to Ochima with Noell and Flourette, she offered to sail you towards their ship as compensation for your help.

You were thankful of course, but then when you asked if she’d be willing to part a few of her men to help you in this adventure, or perhaps even lend some aid herself, she slapped you with a refusal faster than she slapped you aboard this new ship.

She cited her reasoning for this as such: “Sorry to leave you high and dry buddy, but you’d have to pay me to walk into that no man’s land, double if it’s for Prince Prissy and his slap-stick maid. And trust me, there ain’t enough cash in the world to cover that fee.”

To which you said, “Oh come on! I just got done risking life, limb and basic human decency for you! What if something terrible happens to me or Noell!?”

To which she sighed and said, “If the shit gets too deep for you, then sure, I’ll come and save your ass, but Noell? If shit goes south for him, I’m going north.”

You were a little taken aback, but honestly you should’ve seen that coming.

Seeing as there was no way of convincing her further, she along with Etheline and Zheng went on back to Yorbia and Hunter HQ, meanwhile, you’re only getting further and further away.

However, it’s not all bad, you boarded the ship while it was 2 days off from its destination, so you’ve been given a day’s rest, maybe more if this serene peaceful morning continues as such.

And knowing your luck, it most certainly will not.

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So it is that you take what you can get and try enjoy this peace for as long as you have it. Thus marks the beginning of this fine Saturday Morning on this rocking wooden ship, where you find yourself leaning against it’s wooden barrier, sipping a nice cup of coffee as you take in the early morning and beautiful sea view.

So it is, Finally, at this moment, do you relax and enjoy what little peace you have now.

“...Holy fucking shit, I’m bored.” taking another sip of coffee, you can’t help but speak your mind.

“You’ve finally earned a moment of reprieve and all you can do with it is complain of abject boredom?” Noell, who’s sitting on a free chair, enjoying the sea breeze as he reads some obscure novel, looks to you with annoyance.

“I can’t help it! I’ve been so damn busy all this time I’ve forgotten how to relax! I need something to do!” You complain.

“If you need something to do, why not aid the merchants on the ship with carrying goods? They seem to be in need of help.” You look over to Flourette, who is currently on her 3rd of 5 sets of 200 push-ups, what she calls her Morning exercise routine.

You look over to see a band of burly men towards the ship’s center, carrying large boxes filled with metals, wheat and animal goods. “What do you mean, they seem to be handling things fine.” You notice.

“The stuff they’re hauling is just the above deck goods, they have at least a freighter’s weight in goods below to carry and they will need far more men for that.” Noell counters.

“Are you telling me the merchant’s didn’t hire enough men to carry their goods? I find that hard to believe considering things were fine just yesterday.” You state.

“You’re not wrong, but for some reason, the ship is short on hands today, I wonder why that is?” Flourette puts a hand to her chin as she thinks, continuing her set with one hand without breaking a sweat.

“Reason for that withstanding, you should go off and make yourself useful, aid the workers and we may get some good-standing with the Captain of the ship.” Noell commands.

“Oh yes, I’d just love that. I want to go from staring at the sky like a retard to carrying around boxes like an unpaid retard! What a great way to pass the time.” You counter.

“Really? I think menial labor would suit you perfectly, you always act like an ass, so you might as well carry like one too.” Noell berates.

“The only ass that’d make me is the dumb kind, no thank you.” you counter.

“What? Are you saying you’re not a dumbass?” Noell looks at you baffled.

“Why do you look so damn surprised? of course not.” You answer.

“I’m surprised because I never painted you for a smartass, though you did always act like one.” he explains.

“What the fu-No you idiot, how does not being a dumbass make me a smartass?” you question.

“Well, If you‘re not a dumbass that must make you a smart one yes?” He reasons.

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You squint at him, “Was that...a joke? I didn’t know you could make those.”

“Did I tell you any jokes just now?” He questions.

“Well it had to be a joke right? There’s no way you could be serious…”

“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the smartass.” Noell says as he takes a sip.

“…Were you always this damn sassy? I swear to god, I expect this kind of treatment from Vanilla, not you.” You comment.

“I am as I have always been Derrick. If anything, you’re the strange one for tolerating such behavior from that vile woman, it’s almost as if you enjoy it when you’re verbally abused.” He notes.

“Huh?” You blurt out, for some reason, Florette perks up.

“Well? Do you enjoy such treatment?” Noell asks as Florette’s eyes affix on you, waiting for your answer.

What do you say?

>Of course not, I’m a normal person.

>Oh hell no, if anything, I’m the one who likes abusing people.

>To be honest I kind of do enjoy it…

>>4229945
>>Of course not, I’m a normal person.

>>4229945
>Of course not, I’m a normal person.

>>4230002
Glad to see that you're not dead

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>>4230008
I'm glad to see I'm not dead either, trust me, I'm just as surprised as you are.

>>4229965
>>4230002

>Derrick is a Vanillafag, how tame...

>Posting,

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“What the hell is up with you man? Of course not, I’m a totally normal person with totally normal interests.” You answer.

“Yes, completely normal interests such as touring the world’s most dangerous warzones at the request of an abusive woman for little to no compensation, very normal interests.” He posits sardonically.

“Hey now, I can’t help it if I’m a good Samaritan at heart, when I see someone in need, I can’t help but save them, no matter how much a cunt they are. Why do you think I’m out here with you?” You counter.

“Narcissism is unbecoming of you.” He berates.

“And Sarcasm of you.” You counter.

“And stupidity of you.” He counters.

“God it’s like he has a comeback for everything, do you really put up with this everday Flourette?...Flourette?” you call for her but she doesn’t answer, so you look over to where she was working out and see that she’s paused.

“Hey, what’s wrong, why’d you stop?” you ask.

She looks over to you with a look of disappointment, “Oh it’s just that…I thought I had finally found a kindred soul…but it was just a dream…”

You crane your head in confusion, “Huh? Kindred soul, in what?”

She shakes her head, “Oh nothing…You wouldn’t get it…Nobody does…”

“Uh…Okay…” Flourette says some strange things sometimes.

Noell sighs, “Oh woe is me, I’m surrounded by a gaggle of idiots.”

You squint at him, “Oh yeah, cause you’re Mr.Wise guy aren’t you?”

“Certainly, wiser than you pair of dullards.” He nods.

“Arrogant prick, well riddle me this then smartypants, What’s the hell is up with this ship?” you ask.

“What’s up with it? An odd question, it’s a wooden ship.” Flourette answers.

“Thanks Captain! that wasn’t obvious! I meant what’s up with the design!? Why is there a wooden boat sailing in this day and age!? Last I checked this is the 21st century!” you declare.

“Oh, so you can read a calendar? You find new ways to impress me everyday Derrick.” Noell counters.

You feel a pang of rage, “Why yes Noell, I can read a calendar, so if you don’t answer my question and crack one more shit joke like that one, next I’ll tell you what day your funeral’s on!” you threaten.

He sighs, “Believe it or not Derrick, but Modern ship designs aren’t universal, despite how it may look, this ship was only built 5 years ago.” Noell explains.

“5 Years ago? Don’t you mean 500? This thing still uses cotton sails to move around!” you point to the masts with several cotton sails above you.

“Actually, it doesn’t, it uses ship engines hidden deep below deck to power motors that are drifting us along.” Flourette corrects.

“Ship engines? You mean the kind that emit extreme amounts of heat? On a wooden ship? This thing is a sailing fire hazard! And what’s the point of the sails then?” you ask.

“So many questions...So very many questions, and yet not even one good reason I should answer one of them.” Noell states.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll be scared shitless of burning alive for the rest of this boat ride.” You counter.

“Yes, not even one good reason for me to say a word…” Noell shakes his head.

You scowl at him, “Correction, I will be scared of burning alive and I will pester you about it for the rest of the boat ride.” You add.

Noell holds his hands up as if at gunpoint, “Now, no need for threats, if you wanted answers, why didn’t you just ask?”

“Right…” You nod.

Noell sighs, “Fine then, if you must know, this ship won’t burn because it’s been made with Demir bark from a Gehenna root tree and covered in liquified pereklyucheniye steel.” He explains.

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You give him a look of confusion, “I’m sorry, I don’t speak chicken-scratch, what the hell does any of that mean?”

“My word, first you want me to give you the words, then you want me to define them too? What more could you demand from me?” he asks.

“Well an explanation would be nice…” You answer.

“Well you aren’t getting one from me, hey, Pig, explain so this moron can understand.” Noell orders pointing to Flourette.

“P-Pig? Master Noell, I have a name…” She counters.

“Yes and that name is Pig. Pig Oinkstein.” He states.

“What? I…No young master, That’s not my-“

“Last I checked, I am your master, one who decides who you are and what you do, is that not right?” Noell asks.

“Y-You are correct master, but even so-“

“Which means that what I call you is what you are, so if I say that your name is Pig Oinkstien, what is your name?” He asks.

“F-Flourette Rut-“

“What is your name?” Noell asks in a threatening tone.

“It’s…Pig…Pig Oinkstien.” Flourette whispers out as she holds her head down and blushes as sailors pass by.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you, what is your name?” Noell asks again.

“It’s…Pig! Pig Oinkstien!” She says more clearly.

“Now come on, I thought pigs squealed louder than that! Tell me, what is your name!?” Noell demands.

“PIG OINKSTIEN! MY NAME IS PIG OINKSTIEN!” She shouts, her face red as a beet, as the whole ship hears her shouting.

“Lord above, that lass is named Pig? What a poor soul…” One man whispers.

“Her parents must’ve hated her!” Another man laughs.

“Mmmmmm….” Flourette groans in shame.

“Good work pig, now, explain my words to Derrick.” Noell smiles in satisfaction.

“Y-Yes young master.” Flourette complies as she turns her blushing face towards you.

Your face is left astonished as you look at her, “How do you put up with this shit? I know you’re a servant and all, but what he did was nothing but public humiliation, you can sue for that!”

“D-Don’t worry Derrick…I’m fine, really, this is nothing I haven’t gone through before…” She looks down as she pants hard enough to turn her glasses foggy.

“He does this kind of shit to you on a regular basis? You’re a hell of a woman, I don’t know how you stand it.” You praise.

“I-I don’t know either…but I don’t think I can stand much…I’m going to break at this rate…” She says with a rough voice and shaky legs.

You can barely stand to hear like this, “…If you’re gonna cry, at least don’t do it where he can see, don’t give him the pleasure.”

“Too late for that Derrick…He’s had the pleasure of making me cry out more times than I can count.” Flourette confesses, her eyes a little delirious.

Your heart shatters into a thousand pieces upon hear that, “…Just explain what he meant, okay?” you ask

“Explain…? Oh right! Explain!” It’s then Flourette seems to come to her senses.

“Ahem as Master Noell said, this ship is built with Demir bark, which comes from Gehanna root, a Dalamian tree famous for it’s extreme heat resistance.” She answers.

“A tree that’s famous for being hard to burn? Not something you see everyday, how?” you question.

“Gehanna root trees absorb nutrients from magma below the ground in Dalam, evolving them over the years to have resistance against even the most extreme heat.” She answers.

“Nutrient’s from magma, but doesn’t that mean their roots borrow 1000s of Kilometers of underground?” you ask.

“Not necessary, in Dalam, magma chambers spring up near the surface all the time and lava flows under the earth like rivers.” Noell answers.

Flourette nods, “Indeed, Dalam is one of the most geothermally active areas in the world, sometimes the magma is so close to the surface, in certain areas it even boils over onto the surface!”

You look at them with disbelief, “You can’t be serious, that sounds like a literal hellscape, how could any tree survive that? Hell, how do people live in that kind of heat?”

“The people of Dalam are of a special breed, their bodies excrete a kind of heat-resistant liquid that allow them to withstand any heat.” Flourette explains.

Noell interjects, “Recall my battle with Helda, when the church started burning down, despite her being in a full suit of iron armor and constantly moving around, I was the only one who was suffering from the heat while she was fine.”

“Oh yeah, I do remember that…Man that’s incredible…and kinda freaky, makes them kinda sound like mutant salamanders or something.” You note.

“They attribute that ability to being part of their Dragon’s lineage” Flourette adds.

“Dragon’s lineage? Do you mean all that stuff Helda said about her people being born of a Union of Man and dragon or something.” You guess.

“That’s your belief if you’re a part of The Dragon’s Following” Noell states.

“The what?” you ask.

“it’s the major faith of the Dalam people, the state religion you could call it.” Flourette starts.

“According to them, in an age long past, when Dragons still ruled the skies and humans were weak and pathetic. One dragon that they refer to as The Divine Dragon sought to give the humans part of the dragon’s strength so that they may grow and come to live in harmony with the dragons.” She continues

“To do this, the dragon sought the purest female he could find, the one he dubbed The Holy Mother and they became as one and she gave birth to a new breed of people, part man, part dragon and those are the people who inhabit Dalam now.” She finishes.

“Uh huh…And by Became as one you mean…?” You ask.

“The dragon boinked her.” Noell answers.

“Hot damn!” you jock back in surprise.

“Young master! You can’t say that!” Flourette scolds.

“What? I’m speaking the truth aren’t I? The dragon had his way with her.” Noell counters.

“You’re right, but must you use such vulgar terms like boink!?” She asks.

“So you want me to be less vulgar? Oh okay, the dragon gently and lovingly stretched the woman’s hole so wide she popped out a whole new breed of people.” Noell corrects.

“That sounds even worse!” She counters.

“But I never used the word boink did I?” He points out.

“You...I...I…suppose so.” Flourette concedes.

“So, if I’m getting this straight, The Dragon’s following…Are a bunch of religious furries?” You guess.

“No Derrick! That’s not it-“

Noell steps in front of Flourette and speaks, “You’re exactly right, they’re a religious sect that worship reptilian genitalia in hopes that one, they too will get stretched out by dragon dong.”

“I knew it! Man, this is place is hyper weird I haven’t even arrived.” You shake your head in disgust.

“Master Noell! You can’t teach him things like that! what if he says things that in public!? Do you know how many people he could offend!?” Flourette scolds.

“Ah, he’s a tourist, they’ll expect him to blurt out a racist stereotype or two, it’s okay.” Noell dimisses.

“What part about that is okay? You mustn’t allow him to blurt something like that aloud, fix this misunderstanding!” She orders.

Noell glares at her, “I’m sorry, but did you just issue an order? To me? Your master?”

“Eeep! I-Uh….” She’s only now realized her mistake.

“Haven’t you gotten arrogant? That tongue of yours must be rather loose to be scolding and ordering me around, perhaps a few clothespins would be able to correct that?” he threatens.

“P-Pretend I never said a word, my apologies young master.” She bows.

“As long as you understand.” Noell nods.

“Why do you have clothespins on you randomly?” you question.

“Right, Pig, you forgot to tell him what pereklyucheniye steel is, get on it.” Noell orders.

“Hey don’t ignore my question, answer me.” You demand.

“Right! Now pereklyucheniye steel is a metal particular to the Kuggend region…” Flourette starts.

“You’re just gonna brush me off too? Oh whatever…” You give up.

“Pereklyucheniye steel, or Shifting Steel has the uncanny ability to warp and shift itself with the consistency of rubber or dough in response to heat or force.” She adds.

“It’s able to do this while still maintaining the hardness and texture of steel, making nearly immune to most forms explosives or gunfire, it’s one of Kuggend’s greatest assests and exports.” She finishes.

“Man, the more you speak, the more it seems like I’m riding on a warship instead of a transport ship…Plus none of that explains what the hell the sails are for.” You note.

“Oh, will you shove it with the questions already? Surely you have more important things to talk about than the state of the ship.” He counters.

“Yeah, now that you mention it I do, like how your lazy ass keeps telling me to help out on the ship while you sit here looking pretty reading your fancy ass book." you question.

“Those ship hands are paid to be breaking their backs, they take pride in it, I needn’t help them.” He counters.

“That just sounds like an excuse, You seem awfully bored just reading that book, why not help them?” you counter.

“My hands are meant to carry my people’s fate, not their boxes. Besides, I am not bored, this book has taken my focus is all.” he explains.

“That’s just a fancy way of saying you’re too good for hard labor. And yeah, you’re so focused that you have time to retort everything I’m saying, must be a really great book.” you quip.

Noell sighs as he closes the book, “If you are truly so bored, why not aid me? I happen to need a helping hand right now.”

“Helping hand with what? Want me to fan you as you read? Perhaps feed you a few grapes while I’m at it too?” You quip with enough sarcasm to choke a man to death.

Noell shakes head, “Oh no, that’s what I keep the pig around for, I have a more pressing issue.”

You hear Flourette squeal in the background as you speak, “Okay then, what do you need then?”

Noell walks up to a nearby barrel, “You see, this ship seems to have a huge rat problem, I was hoping you can help me get rid of them.”

“A rat problem? Really? I haven’t seen any lurking around.” you as you scan the area for any traces of rodents.

He pulls his blade from his jacket, “Oh they’re around, they hide where you least expect them, in the walls, in between the floorboards…”

He then bears down on a nearby barrel, “Some more sneaky rats might even be hiding right in plain sight…Like this one.” And with a flourish, he draws his sword and stabs the barrel, all in one fluid motion.

“WHOA!” As he does so, a familiar voice rings out as you see the barrel’s top pop and someone jump right out of it.

As the person lands, you catch a look and their face and realize who it is, “What the- Landon!?”

“Oh, Um, Hi Derrick! How are you this fine morning!” He responds in only the most awkward tone.

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“Fine...What about you? How are you doing?” You decide to play along a little.

“Oh just terrible! The ride has been so bumpy so far, the space is really cramped and humid and I was nearly stabbed! This has been just the worst cruise I’ve ever been on!” He complains.

“Yeah rides tend to be a little bumpy when you hitch in a barrel, what were you doing in there by the way?” You ask.

He scratches the back of his head, “Well you know, tickets are sooo expensive these days, so I had to ride economic to save money. Jenny’s tight these days”

“You’re tight on Jenny? You’re a Hunter. You literally have a bank account the size of a mutli-national company.” you counter.

“Oh I wasn’t talking about money silly! I was just bragging about my new girlfriend Jenny!” He almost barrels over with laughter from his own joke

“Uh Huh….” You’re finding it hard to do the same.

“Okay so that was wayyy funnier in my own head-”

“I think we’ve had enough of your jokes.” Noell cuts-in in the most literal fashion as he puts his blade to Landon’s neck.

“Whoa now! Careful, that thing’s very sharp you know!” He complains.

“Yes and your tongue is very happy today it seems.” He counters.

“Oh my dark delight, I can show you just how happy my tongue is to see you.” Landon gives a suggestive look.

Noell doesn’t even bother answering, he just leans his blade in closer, pressing it right up against his neck.

“It was a joke! It was a joke! Unless…” Landon doesn’t know when to give up.

“I’m giving you one chance to explain yourself and then I’ll cut you down.” He states.

“Don’t you mean or else, I’ll cut you down?” Landon asks.

“Did I stutter?” he asks wearing a glare sharper than the blade in his hand.

“Scary! I have no bad intentions behind tagging along, I just want to go to my homeland!” He explains.

“Excuse me? Homeland?” Noell questions.

“Master, Mr.Landon is also from Ochima, I believe he said he was from the Dalam region.” Flourette explains.

“Ah yes, I had completely forgotten that.” Noell admits.

“You forgot? But I told you during the Hunter Exam didn’t I? That was only a month ago!” Landon exclaims.

“Sorry, but when I hear something disgusting or worthless, I tend to forget it in a snap.” he explains.

“How was me explaining where I came from disgusting!?” He questions.

“Every breath you draw is disgusting, so every word you speak is too.” Noell answers.

“Oh...your words cut deeper than any blade, my dark delight…” Landon groans.

“You wish to put that to the test?” Noell asks as he fiddles with his sword, threatening to rend open Landon’s neck.

“No please, I’d rather not!” he shouts.

“Okay, then answer me this, why are you returning to your homeland?” he questions.

“Why am I returning? I...I’m going to visit an old caretaker of mine.” He answers.

“A caretaker?” Noell questions.

“Yes...Someone who took me in when no one else would, someone who I owe a great debt to…” Landon’s expression takes a turn to the more serious as he speaks.

Noell looks a bit confused, “I see...sounds rather personal.”

Landon lets loose a wry laugh, “More personal than I’d like to admit…”

“I see…I care not for your personal life, so on that, I will press no further.” Noell states.

“Thank you...” Landon smiles with his mouth, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“So then, instead I’ll ask a much more important question why are you on this ship?” he asks.

“Uh…Well no reason really, it was the only ship I saw leaving for Ochima when I went to the port so…” Landon trails off.

“So… you just so happened to take this ship? The one specifically arranged to transport me to Brenho?” He asks.

“Uh...Yes!” He answers.

“No. That’s impossible, because I specifically asked that if the guards saw you to turn you away immediately.” He counters.

“What? You requested they turn away Landon on sight?” you ask.

“Yes, I even had posters printed to remind the guards of it.” Noell points to a nearby wall, where you can see a picture of Landon along with the text:

If you see this pervert anywhere near the ship, please call 911 immediately, he’s wanted for: molestation, sexual harassment, attempted sexual assault and possibly pedophilia charges.

be wary and keep your distance if you spot him, for he is extremely dangerous and just as disgusting

“That seems more like a wanted poster than a reminder! And it’s also saying some very hurtful things!” Landon exclaims.

“What truth the poster speaks is of no concern to you now. Now that I’ve found you, I’ll have to remove you.” Noell explains.

“Remove me? How? we’re already at open sea!” Landon points out.

“And?” Noell asks.

“...You wouldn’t.” Landon shakes his head as he realizes Noell’s implication.

“If you jump willingly, I might be kind enough to throw you a rafter.” Noell explains.

“...Would you look at the time! I have an appointment with my eye doctor you see! Been having such a hard time with dry eye-” Landon attempts to dash away.

“A quick dip in the ocean should fix that right up.” Noell grabs him by the collar and drags him to the deck wall and leans him over it, preparing to drop him.

“This is far too cruel for a joke dear! You need to calm down! You aren’t thinking straight!” Landon cries as he leans over the edge.

“I am thinking straight, that’s why I’m throwing you straight overboard.” Noell counters.

“Not the directional kind of straight, if you throw me over now, the only place I’ll be going is straight down to the ocean floor!” He cries.

“That’s the plan, but if you keep struggling like this, I may have to throw you in at a bit of an odd angle.” Noell says as he hauls hoists him by one leg and pushes him further.

“AHHHH! Now wait! What if I said I can’t swim!? You can’t throw me overboard, I’ll sink like a rock!” He explains.

“You’ll be fine, I’ve heard dogs learn to swim the moment they hit the water.” He counters.

“I’m not even human in your eyes anymore!?” Landon exclaims.

“You never were.” Noell explains.

“Oh god! Someone! Someone save me!” Landon shouts out.

A few of the nearby sailors take note of the conflict, “Hey boys, any of you know what’s going on there?” one asks.

“Oh, I think his highness found a stowaway is bout to toss him overboard.” Another answers.

“Oh, so his highness is trying to kill someone? Nothing new then, okay, back to work!” The sailors return to their duties.

“They’re ignoring a dying man!? The morality on this ship seems a tad twisted!”

“No it’s not, what’s twisted about someone tossing garbage off the ship?” Noell questions.

“How cruel!” Landon cries.

“Oh yes, I guess it’s quite cruel to the environment for me to cast you into the sea, I’ll be sure to donate to some charity to have you cleaned later.” Noell agrees.

“Now isn’t the time to be more considerate of the environment than of me! Oh lord! Flourette! Save me!” He pleads to the two of you.

Flourette nods, “Oh don’t worry, I’ll save you right now.”

Landon’s eyes light up, ‘What? Really!?”

She then clasps her hand in prayer, “I shall save you in my memories forever more, so that you may live on through them.”

“I meant literally save me! Not metaphorically! Ah! Derrick! Derrick I beg of you! Help!” Landon pleads of you.

What will you do?

>You should probably go in and help him.

>Screw that, find a nearby chair and enjoy the show.

>>4230092
>You should probably go in and help him.

>>4230092
>>You should probably go in and help him.

>>4230102
>>4230138

>Today, Derrick was a nice person.

>Posting.

You move into grab Landon by the hand and tug him away from the edge, “Alright man, enough, don’t you think this going a little too far for a joke?”

He nods, “You’re right, if this was a joke, this would be going way too far…” he admits.

“You’re telling me! I was this close to thinking you might seriously toss me over-“ Landon’s relief is cut short as Noell pulls him back and leans him over the edge again.

“Good thing I’m not joking.” Noell finishes.

“Give me a break! Hanging off this edge is bad for my heart! Plus all the blood Is rushing to my head and I’m starting to get dizzy…” Landon says, going a little loopy.

“Stop that! You can’t just throw him into the ocean cuz he’s annoying you!” you shout as you tug him back.

“Cuz he’s annoying me?, This man snuck onto my ship, I have every right to get him off it.” Noell argues as he tugs him back.

“Even if you’re right, at least wait till we get to port! Throwing him into the water is just way too harsh!” you counter as you tug him back and pull him close as you move back onto the deck with him.

“I’d say he’s being less harsh and more outright murderous, but you tell him Sunny!” Landon cheers.

“Too harsh? What part of punishing this worthless mutt is too harsh? If anything I’m being too nice.” Noell counters.

“What part of throwing him overboard is too nice?” you ask.

“Well I could tie two extra heavy barrels unto his ankles so he can’t swim back up, but I’m at least allowing him the ability to swim am I not?” He answers.

“I don’t know whether to be grateful you aren’t that cruel or terrified that you considered doing that…” Landon states.

“Mainly because I didn’t want to waste two good barrels on this mangy mutt, but still, you see my point.” He adds.

“Okay, I should feel terrified, got it!” Landon finds the answer to his question.

“So, save me the trouble and cost of buying extra barrels and hand him over!” Noell demands as he grabs one of Landon’s arms and drags him back.

“How about I save you the possible murder charge instead!” you argues as you grab the other hand and pull back.

“Ah! Jeez! Not so hard, you’re going to rip me in half!” Landon groans as he’s pulled from two opposing sides.

“Just let me throw him over! We can finally be rid of this incessant dog!” Noell tugs.

“Why is your first solution to every problem murder!? Can’t you find less violent ways to deal with things!?” you tug back.

“I usually do, this is an exception!” Noell tugs.

“It’s not an exception if you do it as a rule!” And you back.

“If it’s a rule, I employ it for good reason!” And him forth.

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“Oof! Ah! Gosh! You’re both pulling with such strength, my arms are going to fly off!” Landon complains.

“Oh my, that looks extremely painful…” Flourette says as she watches the human tug of war.

“It is!” Landon confirms.

“It is? Oh no…I feel so jealous…” She whispers.

“You what!?” Landon asks.

“I said I feel so sorry for you! Why aren’t you trying to break free?” She asks.

“Well, as painful as it is, there is something quite enjoyable about this!” Landon answers.

“That being?” She questions.

“Well, it maybe because I’m feeling loopy from hanging down for so long, but the world in my eyes seems so much more…Rosy” He answers.

“R-Rosy?” She questions.

“Noell and Derrick are saying so pretty amazing things as I can hear.” He explains.

“Amazing things?” Flourette listens to the two.

“Will you stop fighting back! At this rate I’ll have to drown you alongside the mutt!” Noell threatens.

“Like hell you’re strong enough to out pull me! I’m going to show you how wimpy those emo muscles of yours really are!” You announce, virtually forgetting what you’re even fighting for.

“…They are?” Flourette asks Landon.

“I don’t know what you’re hearing, but to my ears, I hear…” He trails off.

>Landon-O Vision, Activate!

“Will you stop fighting back! At this rate, I won’t be able to keep this sexy man all to myself!” An extra-rosy, blushing Noell cries.

“Like hell you’re going to take all that burning man-meat from me! I’m going to show you who his real lover is!” A cutsey, tomgirl like Derrick demands.

“I’m the only lover he needs! I’m the perfect goth BF, you can’t beat that!” Rosy Noell counters.

“Like he needs all that doom and gloom is his life you ice queen! He needs love! Tenderness!” Rosy Derrick counters.

“Keep trying to take my man and I’ll show you some real tenderness bitch!” Rosy Noell declares.

“Oh you want to make it like that!? I’ll fight for my man you emo whore!” Rosy Derrick counters.
Landon laughs like he’s in paradise, “Babies, babies! don’t fight! there’s enough of me to go around!”

“But Landon my dearest, this sunny-side up cunt is trying to take you from me!” Noell cries.

“Who are you calling sunny-side up!? I ought smack the mascra off your face!” Derrick counters.

“No! No more fighting!” Landon demands.

“But Landon honey!” They both scream.

“You don’t need to fight anymore, because I can love you both all-day long…” He flirts.

“Oh Landon…” Rosy Noell fawns with an enchanted face.

“You’re such a…” Rosy Derrick blushes red as a tomato.

“Hahahaha! I’m an amazing man aren’t I?” He asks of his two lovers.

“Piece of shit!” They both shout.

“Huh!?” He blurts out as harsh reality returns to him.

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>Reality return!

“Jesus fucking Christ man, I go out of my way to save your ass and this is how you repay me? With sick sex fantasies?” You ask, disgust plain to see in your face.

“Huh!? What!? Was I speaking aloud!?” Landon asks.

“Yes, very much so…” Noell answers his mouth warping into a gut-wrenched grimace.

“Oh no, Um…Just how much did you hear…” his loopy state fading away and the two rosy men by very, very creeped ones.

“Enough to know it was a mistake saving your prevy ass! Noell, he’s all yours!” You let go.

“I thank you for this bounty, one drowned mutt soon to be yours!” Noell smiles as he drags him back over the edge.

“NOOOOOOOOO! IT WAS JUST A JOKE! I DIDN’T MEAN TO LEWD YOU!” He cries as he hangs over the edge.

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“Okay knock it off, that’s enough joking around.” just before anything terrible happens, another familiar voice speaks from above deck to bring a stop to things.

“Huh? Oh, Okabe! I forgot you were on this ship.” You look to see Okabe, coming down from above deck with a tired look in his eyes.

“You did? Good, because I did too before you all reminded me with all the noise you were making, speaking of which, what are you doing?” He asks.

“Clearing the ship of rats.” Noell says as he leans Landon a little more over the edge.

“Really? That’s one huge rat.” Okabe states.

“Oh god Mr.Okabe! Please make them stop! This is very bad for my heart!” Landon pleads.

“God, Noisy too. Let him go kid.” Okabe asks.

“And why should I?” Noell asks, leaning Landon over the edge again.

“Because you should be kind to your fellow human beings?” Okabe answers.

“This rat isn’t human, so that rule doesn’t apply.” Noell counters.

“I’m going to cry! I’m seriously going to cry from all this abuse!” Landon exclaims.

Okabe cringes from Landon’s shouting, “Okay, then you should let him go because I’ve got something better for you to do.”

“Something better than drowning a rat? I’m game.” Noell says as he tosses Landon back towards the ship, sparing him.

“Oh jeez, I’ve heard of being hot and cold, but Noell my darling, you’ve been a bit too chilly for a bit too long…” Landon complains.

“Now what was that?” Noell shoots Landon a glare that could freeze hell over.

“Nothing! Nothing! I’ll be going now, if you need me, I’ll be finding something to eat, the wood shavings in the barrel were very bland and weren’t very filling, you see-” Landon announces as he slinks away.

“Hold it dog.” Noell says as he grabs him by the collar.

“Now what!? Haven’t you had your fill of abusing me!?” Landon asks.

“For now yes, but do you seriously think I can allow a stowaway like you to just roam around freely?” He asks.

“Hmmmm...Yes?” Landon guesses.

“No.” Noell denies.

“Well then what are you going to do to me? Please don’t say throw me overboard again...” Landon begs.

“Don’t worry, I’m not that cruel, I have the perfect place for you to stay for the rest of the trip.” Noell explains.

“You do!?” Landon exclaims with glee.

“Oh yes.” Noell Allows.

>5 minutes later…

“Oh no…” Landon groans with sadness as his voice howls out from between the tight iron bars he’s held behind, as he’s been trapped in a small iron cage, complete with a lock that only Noell has the key too.

“Ah yes, now that the dog has been safely put into his funnel, we can continue this journey in peace.” Noell nods.

You look on in horror, “Jeez, I know he snuck aboard and all, but did you really have to pack him away like he’s a piece of luggage?”

“Oh don’t worry Mr.Derrick, it’s fine, pets have to ride with luggage all the time, he’ll be more than fine.” Flourette pats your shoulder to reassure you.

“You aren’t even hiding that fact that you’re treating him like an animal now…” You notice.

“This isn’t the sort of pet play I enjoy…Couldn’t you have at least gotten me a larger cage? It’s a bit cramped in here...” Landon whimpers in despair as he kicks his legs out a few inches only to hit iron bars.

“Be grateful I was kind enough to give you a cage large enough move your head around in, I could’ve chosen a dog-sized cage like you deserve.” Noell explains.

“Oh my dark delight, there is no sadist half as cruel as you...Have I really been so bad that I deserve such treatment…?” Landon gives Noell puppy dog eyes that would melt even the most frozen of hearts.

“Ah...When you look at me with such eyes, I almost feel bad for you…” Noell admits as he walks off to grab something.

Landon gets excited, “Then you will release me!? Oh thank you, you’re truly a kind soul aren’t you-!”

“Better cover them up.” Noell says as he returns with a thick white tarp, which he tosses over the cage.

“Oh nooooo….” Landon whimpers like a whipped dog.

“Now then, it’s 3 hours before we port, so best enjoy the rest of the ride, dog” Noell says as he walks away with a smile so cruel it makes torture chambers look nice in comparison.

You look on with terror, “Good God, remind me never to get on his bad side again…” you say to Florette.

“Hah...Hah...Ah it breaks my heart...Why does he get to be so lucky...hah…” Florette says between heavy pants.

“Uh, Flourette? You okay? I’d call Landon anything but lucky to get treated like that…” you’re a bit freaked out.

She then comes to her senses, “What!? No! No! No! I said unlucky! It breaks my heart to see Landon so unlucky! You must have misheard me because of how strong the wind is!”

“Florette..It’s been a gentle breeze all day…” you counter.

“Uhhhhhhh-Hey look! Isn’t that Mr.Okabe!?” Florette points out as Okabe approaches the 3 of you.

“Are you chuckleheads done now?” he asks.

“Yes, that should suffice in teaching that dog not to annoy me...for now.” Noell nods.

“So what’s this interesting thing? you want to do?” You ask, feeling a little curious.

“Well you bunch are going to Brenho to participate in some kind of battle or something like, right?” Okabe asks.

“We are hoping it doesn’t come to that, but in a sense, yes.” Flourette answers.

“Well it never hurts to get a bit of practice in before a fight, right?” he asks.

“So, it’s training you wanted me to do? I’m always for a good spot of practice, but couldn’t regular training have waited until after I was done playing with the dog?” Noell says, sending shivers down Landon’s spine.

“This training will actually be a little different than normal, I’m going to teach you a useful trick for surviving out in the field.” Okabe explains.

“A useful trick you say?” Noell seems interested.

“I ask that you follow me below deck if you want to find out, that includes you, Derrick.” Okabe explains.

What will you say?

>Of course, lead the way.

>Hey hold on, before we go, remind me why you’re on this ship with us again?

>>4230178
>>Of course, lead the way.

>>4230178
>Hey hold on, before we go, remind me why you’re on this ship with us again?

>>4230178
>>4230194
To break the tie I'll change to
>Hey hold on, before we go, remind me why you’re on this ship with us again?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4230284

I was literally seconds away from just rolling it for you both, so thank you for saving me from having to rely on random chance.

>>4230194
>>4230208

>Hey what are you even doing here again?

>>4230290
Case and point I didn't even clear the options field.

>Posting.

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You nod, “Sure man, but before that, I’ve gotta ask, why exactly are you riding with us to Brenho?”

Okabe takes a moment to contemplate, “Why was I riding to Brenho...Oh yes, I remember now, I’m actually heading there on official hunter business.”

“Official Hunter business? Like you’re here on a mission?” you ask.

“Not a mission per se...More the Chairman asked me to take a trip to Brenho to Make a few business connections.” He explains.

“Business connections? With who? Over what? And why would the Chairman send someone from the Terror Unit of all places to do business for him?” You question.

Okabe smiles at you, “Oh what this? New Hunter Derrick Holums who, despite not even being a Hunter for even 2 weeks yet, has skipped work almost 5 days in a row now, is suddenly interested in what his department is doing? Imagine my shock!”

You groan, “You’ve almost got the memory capacity of a goldfish and yet you somehow managed to remember that perfectly, give me a break…”

Okabe laughs, “Don’t feel bad kid! I’m just messing with you! Though I will say, of all the things I’ve forgotten this week, the tower of paperwork and jobs waiting for you when you get back isn’t one of them…”

“T-That so…” Your eyes twitch a little as you realize you have hell waiting for you when you get back.

“Anyway, don’t think too hard about why I’m here, I was planning on taking a trip here and the black-haired kid offered me a ride.” He explains.

He turns to Noell, “Oh by the way, I forgot to thank you ferrying me like this, Uh…” He trails off.

Noell squints at him, “I offered you a place on this ship and you don’t remember my name?” he asks.

“It’s coming to me...Joey? Paul? Cole?” he asks.

“Those aren’t even close.” He answers.

“Oh but I feel it’s coming to me...It begins...With an N right?” he asks.

Noell sighs, “Yes.”

“N...N...No…” He’s getting closer.

“Yes...Yes…” Noell eggs him on.

“Noctis?” he answers.

Noell brandishes his sword, “What sort of idiotic name is that? Don’t make me carve your tongue out, my name is Noell!”

“Ah! Right! Noelle! Thanks for the ride Noelle!” he exclaims.

“That’s...close enough.” Noell falters.

“Great, now follow me…” Okabe says as he leads you away.

>A quick walk later…

You are led away from the beautiful morning sun and serene waves to a place most dark and chaotic below deck.

Just ahead of you, a large gang of what must be 30 or so sailors surround and form a ring around 2 others as they fight, not with their fists, but knives.

CLANG! CLINK! SMACK! As you draw near the sound of metal crashing against metal mixes with the sound of fist meeting flesh as the two men fight with their lives on the line.

“So, this is where all the extra ship hands went, I was wondering why we were so short on help…” Noell says, utterly apathetic to the brutality before him.

You on the other hand are more than a little surprised, “Just what the hell is this? They made a fight club down here?” you ask as you watch the bloody spectacle.

“When on long journeys at sea, looking towards the sea and moving boxes around tends to get boring quite fast and people like to find ways to fill time.” Flourette explains.

“So they have to stab each other to pass time? Christ, Why not just play poker if you’re that bored?” you ask.

“What are you talking about you neanderthal? They are playing Poker, isn’t that obvious?” Noell asks.

You give him a confused look, “No...No they aren’t. I don’t see any cards, just knives and a lot of blood.”

Noell gives you a confused look, “Who plays Poker with cards? You can’t very well stab someone with a card.”

You only get more confused, “Are you screwing with me? Last I checked, poker was a card game, the only time knives got involved was when someone got caught cheating.”

Flourette steps in, “It seems there’s a bit of a cultural misunderstanding here, so allow me to explain.”

She turns to you, “You see Derrick, in Ochima, what we call Poker isn’t like the card game you call poker.”

“In our culture, Poker is a two-player gamble where both players grab knives and attempt to see who can Poke the other with them the fastest, thus its name Poker.” She explains.

CLINK! SHING! You look back over to the action and see things have heated up, the two men have closed to distance and rush at each other without relent, jabbing and slashing at each other the moment they spot an opening.

“They seem to be doing a little more than poking each other…” You note.

“Slashes count as well, the point of the game is to determine which of two people can land a decisive blow the fastest.” She adds.

“Decisive blow? What do you mean by that?” you ask.

“Well, that would be-”

GASH!

“ARGH!” her words are cut off as you turn to the sound of flesh-tearing followed by an ear-splitting wail of agony as one of the fighters scores a lucky cut against their foe, ripping open a long gash on his chest.

The man falls to the ground, writhing in pain as the long wound spills out almost a pint of blood, “-Something like that.” Flourette finishes.

“There’s the match boys! Fork over the cash, time to pay up!” Calls the fight referee.

“Where are your fucking eyes ref!? He’s fine! Continue the match!” One crowd member demands.

“Now don’t be a sore loser now lad! The man is down, he ain’t getting back up after a wound like that!” The referee counters.

“Ha! As if! He could walk a bloody marathon with a scratch like that!” he counters.

“I mean, you’re not wrong about the bloody part, going by the pool of the stuff forming under him…” The Referee says with slight perturbance.

“Shut your gob! Let the man talk, he’ll tell you he’s fine!” the man demands.

The referee kneels down to the injured grabs his shoulder and speaks to him, “Hear that friend? You think you can go another round?”

“Ah...I’m leaking enough here that I can fill a literal bloody pond...And you expect me to fight? Go poke your own ass mate...” The man says in-between heavy pants.

“Don’t you give up you goddamn wuss! I’ve got 40,000 riding on your rotten ass!” A virtolic audience member shouts.

“Oh lord...I’m not gonna last...What the…? Granny? Is that you? Why are you standing in that white light?” The man doesn’t hear a word they say as the light begins to fade from his eyes.

“Oh shit he’s starting to fade! we’re going to need a stretcher here! Don’t go to the light man! That isn’t your Granny!” The referee warns as two men with a stretcher run over.

“Really? But it looks just like her...she’s calling me over...look, she even has caramel candy! She always loved caramel!” The man reaches toward the distant light.

“Ignore her! Caramel candy is garbage anyway!” The referee says as he rolls the man onto the stretcher.

“Granny wait for me! I’m coming home!” The man shouts as passes you by while being carried away to the medical bay.

“Okay, while our friend there is getting stitched up, how about we move onto the next match boys!” The crowd cheers, somehow managing to be even more cutthroat than two men with knives.

“Wait, they’re just going to move onto the next match after that guy nearly died?” you ask.

“As long as the game has willing participants and on-lookers, money to bet, the game shall go on.” She answers.

“Right up until someone gets poked too hard and doesn’t get back up?” you ask.

“Then that’s just the way it is. It’d be their own fault for stepping into the ring without being prepared for the consequences.” Noell answers.

“Is the pay-out for winning good at least?” you ask.

“Depends on the amount of betting, draw a big enough crowd and you can make a nice lump sum!” Flourette answers.

As she says this, two new men enter the ring with a fresh pair of knives and stare each other down as the referee shouts, “You ready lads? Prayed to your respective gods?” he asks.

They both nod, “Yeah? Good then! Get poking!”

CLINK! CLANG! SMACK! And just like that another death match starts up.

“Yeah...all the fight money in the world isn’t worth that…”You watch on, a mix of terror and confusion.

“I’m sure for them, it’s more for the thrill then it is for the cash anyway.” Okabe guesses.

“Oh yeah, cause getting shanked is all shits, giggles and surgeries, this is insane...” you quip.

“You’ve got that right, playing games like this, what madness…” Noell nods.

“Well now, we actually agree on something? Now there’s a rarity.” you state.

“Yes, it’s utterly ridiculous…Wasting their time here playing children games when half the ship’s cargo hasn’t even been sorted out, madness I tell you…” Noell complains.

“That’s the part you’re caught up on!? And wait-Children’s Game!? Children play this!?” you ask.

“Oh yes, did I mention this game is popular among kids? They usually use dulled blades though-”

“Okay! Spare me the child-maiming details! That’s enough culture shock for me! Only a complete nutcase would do this shit!” you shout as you back away.

That’s when Okabe pats you on the back and stops you, “Well prepare to get cracked kid, because you’re going in that ring.”

“Huh!?” You blurt out.

“Don’t Huh? me. Don’t tell me you didn’t expect this?” he asks.

“I didn’t! Why do I have to fight for my life in that ring!?” you ask.

“For the short time you’ve been a hunter, you’ve been in quite a few life or death fights right?” he asks.

‘Yeah…” you nod.

“Tell me, what’s the scariest part about fighting to the death?” he asks

What do you say?

>Knowing I have to kill someone...

>Knowing I might get killed…

>Not Knowing the outcome…

>>4230326
>>Knowing I have to kill someone...

>>4230326
>Knowing I have to kill someone...

>>4230364
>>4230390

Sorry for late response. Got a little caught up in something.

>Knowing I have to kill...

>Writing...

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You think back on the many fights were your life has been at risk, your many fights in the Hunter Exam, your recent fight with the terrorists all those fights you had in Kakin...

And throughout all of them, a certain fear never left your mind, one that's haunted you since the first time you ever pulled the trigger and shot a man all those years ago.

"Knowing...I'd have to kill someone, that's what scares me most." You admit.

Okabe raises an eyebrow, "Hoh, with the way you conduct yourself during missions, I never expected to here that. You're more afriad of killing than being killed?"

"Of course both are scary, but...Let's say due to some personal history...It brings back really painful memories everytime I kill somebody, sorry." You explain.

Noell shakes his head, "For what reason do you apologize? Not wanting to kill others is natural. It means you're a fully functional person."

Flourette smiles, "Precisely. In-fact, I quite admire you for admitting that fear, I am much the same."

"You are?" You look back to her.

She nods, "I too have an aversion to killing due to my past. So trust me when I say I understand where you're coming from, the death of others has always been more terrifying than my own."

You smile back, "It's good to know I'm not the werid one here, thanks."

"What would really be strange is if you said the opposite. I don't take you for the kind of person that revels in other's suffering." Noell points out.

"I'm glad he isn't, if he was, somewhere deep down...I think I would start to loathe him." Flourette admits, her smile turning to a frown.

"Well be glad our little ray of sunshine isn't a sociopath then." Okabe quips.

"Right...I am quite glad." Her smile returns.

>This moment grows the bond between you all considerable...

>+50 bond points to Flourette and Noell! (50 & 30 points to go before advancement!)

“Don't you bunch get sappy on me, this is supposed to be a lesson not a bonding session." Okabe cuts in.

"Right, but I have to ask, what are you even trying to teach us?" you ask.

"What if I told you there was a way to actually predict the outcome of a fight? Or rather, predict when the outcome doesn’t favor you?” He asks.

Your eyebrows perk up, “A technique like that exists?”

“For normal people it doesn’t, but for Hunters like us…” it’s then that Okabe activates his aura and smiles at you.

“Anything is possible.” he explains.

“I see…” You catch his meaning as you activate your own Nen.

“But before, I tell you how to do it, Noelle, Poppins, you both recently awakened your abilities right?” He asks.

“That we have.” Noell answers to your surprise.

“Wait, you awakened your Nen?” you ask.

“Much happened while you were away with Vanilla, many of the New Hunters awakened to their abilities, even fools like Bradford and the clown have awakened.” He explains.

“Damn, Alice really is a miracle worker…” you’re truly amazed.

“Do you know how to use gyo?” Okabe asks.

“Kinda, Alice gave me a run down on how it works and I can use it...as long as I’m not in the heat of combat.” you admit.

“That’s a problem we’ll have to sort out, but for now, scan with your gyo, see how strong they are.”

“Alright…” you nod as you focus your life energy to your eyes, setting them aflame with a very intense yet strangely comfortable feeling lens of flame.

With these lens, you peer at the life forces of Noell and Flourette and notice something different, “What do you see?” Okabe asks.

“Their aura is leagues stronger than before...They really have awakened.” you notice.

“You’re experienced enough to know the difference between the aura of a normal person and someone who has awakened, good.” He praises.

“Now, can you tell which of the two is stronger?” he asks.

“Let me try…” you focus harder.

What will you do?

>Try and discern the shape and size of their Nen, focus on their spirits.

>Attempt to gain X-Ray vision instead.

>>4230480
>>Try and discern the shape and size of their Nen, focus on their spirits.

>>4230480
>Try and discern the shape and size of their Nen, focus on their spirits.

>>4230507
>>4230527

Boy you two sure are being straightlaced huh? I thought for sure that if I offered chances for Derrick to say or do dumb shit someone would at least try and make it happen, not like I'm going to punish anyone for it.

But I guess we're running things clean today.

>Discern the shape and size of their Nen.

>Posting

You try and discern which of the two is stronger and fail for a little bit and wonder why, then you realize that your error. You’re trying to see with your eyes when you should be trying to see with your aura.

You try and put this vague concept into practice and it pays dividends, the figures of Noells and Flourette’s physical bodies fade and you see just their auras more clearly.

You can tell their shape, the intensity, how it rises and falls with each breath they take, almost like a pair of lungs. You can also tell this isn't even the best they can do right now, the potential they have to grow stronger is vast.

>The ways of using Gyo are becoming much clearer to you, making utilizing it in battle that much easier.

You’ve learned the Nen Technique: Gyo!

“I think...Flourette is the stronger one.” you answer.

“Hm? Me?” she asks, surprised.

“In terms of raw aura, your pool is larger and feels more controlled than Noell’s, almost doesn’t seem amateur…” you explain.

“Is this true?” Noell asks,

Okabe nods, “He’s right, in terms of raw talent, Poppins here wins out by small margin.”

“Is that so? Now why would that be?” she asks.

“Must have something to do with your naturally cool-headed nature. A strong mind resides in a strong body that is built upon a strong spirit. You have all of the above, so your natural talent for Nen is greater.” He answers.

“R-Really? I don’t know what to say, thanks for the praise I suppose…” She seems to be a bit embarrassed about the compliments.

“Who does this pig think she is? Growing stronger than your master is the height of disrespect.” Noell o the other hand clearly isn’t very pleased.

“Ah! You’re right master! I’m sorry to have been born more talented! I’ll ensure it never happens again!” She panics.

“You’d best, if I this happens again, I’ll make you sorry for ever being born in the first place.” He threatens.

Okabe waves his hand, “Calm down boy, I said the difference was only small, a little training and who knows maybe you’ll end up the stronger of the two.”

“Hmph, it is not a question of if but of when. As the man who will be king, I can’t be falling behind anyone, especially not an overdressed pig like this.” he berates.

Flourette has shivers run down her spine as Okabe responds, “Well don’t we have an ego to protect? Well sorry to tell you this Mr.Prince, but if it’s falling behind, you’re already way in the back.”

“Excuse me? What does that mean?” Noell gives Okabe the stink eye.

“It means exactly what it sounds like, in terms of power and training, you’re already miles behind, just take-” Okabe then pats you on the back.

“My friend Derrick here. In terms of Nen training, he’s several months, if not years ahead of you both.” Okabe hypes you up.

“Uh, Okabe? What are you doing?” you ask.

“Just play along.” he whispers into your ear.

Noell’s eyes squint as they look at you, “This must be a bad joke, me? Behind Derrick? In anything that isn’t a how quickly can you fail contest? Is this true?”

You’re not sure what’s happening, but you decided to…

>Play along as ordered.

>Really lay it on thick, Crank the smug slider to 11.

>>4230561
>>Really lay it on thick, Crank the smug slider to 11.
I can't resist

>>4230561
>Really lay it on thick, Crank the smug slider to 11.

>>4230576
>>4230578

>Cranking it up to 11, possibly 12 if nesscary.

>Posting.

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Normally, you have two rules when it comes to dealing with people prideful people like Noell, 1st, never fall for any bait they put out, no matter how tempting.

2nd, never act smug, lest you offend their noble sensibilities and get yourself in trouble.

Today, you are about to break both those laws, “Oh it’s true, you better believe it’s true! The two of you plebeians are below me!” you say as you dawn grin with enough shit in it to make a cow farm seem clean.

Noell glares at you, “What...did you just call me?” he asks in a voice so belligerent it actually scares you a little.

But right now, your sheer smugness has long overpowered any fear you could have, “Plebeians. Plebs. In more fancy terms, I’m calling your ass milquetoast, your highness. At least in comparison to someone as great as me!”

If looks could kill, Noell’s would have massacred you by now, “Derrick, I always knew you as a fool, but I never took you as a suicidal one.”

“You call him a fool, but he’s not wrong, he’s a few orders of magnitude higher than you both, if I were to put it into numbers, he’s in the quadruple digits while you two are in your triple digits.” Okabe explains.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Noell looks frustrated to no end.

You laugh triumphantly, “Check these quads you little emo bitch! I’ve been in this Nen game long before you kid. Ask me any questions you might have, I’ll answer if I feel like it.”

“Oh you worthless vermin, getting uppity about this little victory…” You see a vein bulges appear on his head.

“The only little thing I see here are those pathetic triple digits! You can belittle me when you have the numbers to back it up!” you taunt.

Flourette looks worried and speaks up, “I, for one, I’m personally glad for your growth and talent as a Nen user and would be happy for you to teach-”

“No one asked to hear you squeal pig, keep that snout shut.” Noell quickly shuts down Flourette’s attempts to deescalate.

Okabe laughs, “What Noelle? Feeling frustrated? Annoyed? Do you want to beat him?” he asks.

“Oh yes, I already did once, I can do it again.” Noell states.

“How long ago was that? Almost 2 months ago? If you can’t tell things have changed, now I’m the one beating you.” You gloat.

“Would you do anything to beat him? Go to any length?” Okabe asks.

“To do any less would bring disgrace onto my name.” He answers.

You scoff, “I’d love to see you try, it’d make for a good laugh to see you try everything to beat me and still fail!” you taunt.

“You would go to any length? Even...killing him?” Okabe asks.

“Oh yes! Go on and just try to ki-Wait, kill me!?” You break the act.

“At this point, I just might.” But Noell is already all in.

“Good, then we can proceed with the training.” Okabe smiles.

“Wait, wait, wait! Hold on! Hey Okabe, can you come over here a second?” you pull Okabe away.

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“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks as you get out of earshot of the fuming Noell.

“I wanna ask what the hell is wrong with you! Why does he have to kill me!? What kind of training is this!?” you ask.

“I already explained that to you didn’t I? I’m going to teach you a good way to predict the outcome of a life or death fight, but to do that I have to simulate a life or death battle.” He answers.

“Which means?” you ask.

“Which means I had to get Noelle all pumped up and ready to fight somehow and thankfully he’s weak to attacks on his pride.” He answers.

“That’s nothing to be thankful for! Now he wants to chop my ass to pieces! What am I supposed to do about this!?” you ask.

“Fight him and hope he doesn’t kill you?” Okabe guesses.

You break away from Okabe a little and look towards Noell, for a moment you look straight into his eyes and see the eyes of a raging beast, hungry for blood staring back at you.

“Yeahhhh...That ain’t happening.” you realize.

“Well then fight him and not die I suppose.” Okabe suggests.

“That’s bullshit! I wouldn’t have to fight him at all if you didn’t hype me up-”

“Are the two of you done yet?” Noell appears behind you, his presence so quiet you didn’t even realize he was there until now.

“Uh no Sir! We’re still deliberating sir!” You end up standing at attention, the hatefulness of Noell’s gaze instinctively making you take on a more respectful speech.

“Oh sorry, It’s just that the fighters from earlier have finished and I’d like to-rather- I’d love it, if we could step into that ring now.” he explains.

“Oh now? Like now now? Right now, now?” you ask.

“Now” Noell says decisively.

“Right...Okabe, do you think we could postpone this training session for a while...hm?” you look over to where Okabe was just standing, only to see him gone

“Okabe? Okabe?” you ask until you see him signing some papers with some of the sailors from the ring.

He returns after signing all the papers, one more document left in his hand, “Okabe? What were you doing? What’s that paper in your hand?” you ask.

“What I was doing? I was just signing a couple papers so you could be next on the fight lists, the paper in my hand is your slot time, you and Noelle are the next two fighters by the way.” he answers.

“You...what?” you ask.

“I signed papers that set you up as the next fight. Also a few waivers that they said didn’t make them liable for any bodily harm, lost appendages or fatal wounds you may suffer.” he explains.

“You signed fatality waivers for me? How? Don’t you need my signature for that?” you ask.

“I just told them that I was a stand-in for you and they let me sign the papers no problem, which is nice, this place is quite relaxed for a fight club.” He states.

“No, I’m pretty sure they just don’t care who signs it as long as it doesn’t cost them anything! I’m anything but relaxed here considering my ass is on the line!” you counter.

“Oh, you’ll be fine, if my training goes as intended, you won’t even get any serious wounds and you certainly won’t die...probably.” He looks away from you as he says that final word.

“Probably?” you question.

“Probably.” he repeats.

“....” you can’t even say anything back, you just give him a troubled look.

Okabe scratches the back of his head, “Oh man, when you look at me like that, you’re making me as if I’m sending you off to die or something, kinda killing my vibe.”

“That’s practically what you’re doing damn it!” you point out.

“Well you didn’t have to go and say it, now I feel bad…” He pouts.

“Don’t you go sour on me! I never asked for this damn it! When Noell gets like that it means whoever he’s tussling with is in either for a violent maiming or an even more violent death!” You point out.

“Oh, come on now, be that as it may, surely the man can hold back against his friends, he wouldn’t hurt you that bad.” He counters.

“You haven’t seen what I have man! Back during the Exam, he knocked Dainary spine first into the spikes of an iron maiden!” You state.

“Oh, I heard about that, that’s pretty hardcore. But she lived didn’t she?” He questions.

“Yeah! With over 20 new XL pores in her back if what the medic said was right!” you counter.

“Okay, okay, I get it already, this could be bad for you, if you really want to, I’ll cancel the fight.” He agrees.

“You asshole, aren’t you listening to me, I said he’ll murder my ass-! Wait what?” You stop your tirade.

“I said I’ll stop the fight if you want me to.” He repeats.

“What…? You’re actually being reasonable and giving me a choice?” you ask.

“Yes, is that weird?” he questions.

“Very! Most of the time when this kinda bull happens, I get called a chicken and laughed for not wanting to get maimed and have to do it whether I want to or not!” You point out.

“You sound like you talk from experience. What kind of image do you have the Hunters back at HQ?” He asks.

“That you’re all sadistic psychopaths with a pension for bad jokes and posing?” you answer.

“Oh right, your host for most of the Hunter Exam was Sheldon and Ami. Now it makes why you’re so traumatized..." He nods in understanding.

"Oh so they're famous even among their colleagues for being assholes..." You comment.

"Well allow me to say, most of us aren’t evil, I know no means: fuck no.” he explains.

“Oh, thank god, for once, someone with sanity…” You heave a sigh of relief as you’re given a chance to escape.

“However-“ he says.

“Oh, goddamn it what now?” you get back on guard.

“I think it would be in your best interest to go ahead anyway, fight him while he’s trying to kill you, it will make you stronger.” He explains.

You narrow your eyes, “…How so?”

He shakes his head, “I can’t tell you how, I can only tell you to trust me when I say this experience will be invaluable in your survival in later fights.” He answers.

“Invaluable?” You hone in on.

“You can run away, it’s fair that you want to, most of the time it’s smart to run, but as a Hunter who’s been in this game far longer than you have, allow me to tell you this-“ He says with a sigh.

“You can run and run and run, run for years on years. But someday. Maybe soon, maybe far, but someday for sure, you will have to fight." He declares.
"You will have to fight battles you never want to, fight battles because you have to.” He says with a razor sharp look.

“…” you go quiet as you consider his words.

“I’ve had too many of those fights to count and I lived, why? Simple, because I fought. Even though every fiber of my being screamed not to.” He declares.

“Can you say the same?” he asks as he hands you the fighter list.

You grab it as he speaks again, “If you want to back out, simply scratch yours and Noelle’s name off the list and we’ll head back above deck.” He explains as he hands you a pen.

“….” You look to the pen in your hand and your name on the list in contemplation.

“Well? What do you do now?” He asks.

Will you fight?

>Yes

>No

>>4230642
>>Yes

>>4230642
>>Yes

>>4230690
>>4230711

>All in and all out, no backing down now.

>Posting.

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After a moment of thinking, you decide, “…Fine then, I’ll do it, I’ll take him on.” You hand him back the pen and paper.

Okabe smiles, “I had a feeling you would. Still, are you sure? Isn’t he gonna murder your ass?” he asks.

You glance down, “I know I was just shit-talking earlier, but I did mean it when I said I’m not the same man from 2 months ago, I’m stronger, more experienced now, besides…” You look over to Noell who’s eagerly awaiting your approach.

“What kind of man would I be to hype my buddy up like this and not deliver? I’d just hate to disappoint him.” You reason as you walk over to him.

Okabe chortles a little, “Well…don’t say I didn’t give the chance to run away, you asked for this…”

“Yep, I asked for this and I’ll be the one who decides whether I regret it or not…” you say as you walk over to Noell.

“Whether you regret it huh? Now that’s the real question...The one that I...no...everyone asks themselves.” He states.

“And now is the time to get an answer.” You declare.

You encroach unto Noell, he cracks a smile as you approach, “Oh? So it seems you’ve chosen to fight like a man after-all, good. You may be a fool, but at least you’re a courageous one, I respect that.”

You smile back, “Respect isn’t a word I’d ever imagine leaving your trap, much less directed at me.”

“Is that so? Well allow me to prove you wrong Derrick, respect is something I give out quite often, it is just that I only respect those who are willing to fight, even if the odds are stacked against them.” He explains.

“And you Derrick. I respect.” He declares as you stand before him.

“Isn’t that backwards? Last I checked, I’m the stronger one here, aren’t you the one at a disadvantage?” you counter.

“You’re more talented yes, but allow me to tell you if you didn't already know." He pre-empts.

"Raw talent is worthless before real skill in combat and in terms of real skill, the gap between you and me couldn’t be greater.” He reasons.

“Let’s see how long you can keep talking that sweet noise when I crack my fist upside your jaw.” You threaten.

“And let’s see how long you can keep up the bravado when my knife rends your tongue.” He threatens back.

Lighting cracks between your eyes as you glare at each, meanwhile, Flourette looks at you two with a worried expression, “Um, Master Noell, Mr.Derrick, this is just supposed to be a practice match, no need to get so serious-“

“We’re supposed to be simulating a fight to the death, can’t very well do that while playing coy or being nice.” Noell cuts her off.

“Even so Young master, Derrick isn’t one to show such brutality in a practice fight, he’s far too gentle a soul-“

“I think you might be misunderstanding something about me Flourette.” You cut her off as well.

“Huh? Misunderstanding?” She questions.

“Maybe it’s cause I hang out with a psycho like Bradford all the time, that seem all nice and pacifistic in comparison, but that’s wrong.” You crack a violent smile.

“I love a no-holds barred fight with no rules, that’s the kind of shit I grew up with on the mean streets of Yorknew. And I can kick anyone’s ass, be they ally or enemy.” You declare.

Noell smiles back, “Glad to see we’re on the same page, I was worried I was the only one feeling this excitement.”

“Hey you two! Stop yer flirting and get in the ring, we’re waiting!” The fight ref calls to you two.

“Well now, seems the time has come.” Noell states as he walks toward the ring.

“Yeah, time to settle the score.” You state as you walk off as well.

“Ughhh…It seems there’s no stopping you two…I just hope neither of you get too excited and something terrible happens…” Flourette sighs.

You step into the center of the fighting ring, audience cheers and jeers reach your ears as Noell, your friend and rival stares you down with an excited glare.

Tension so thick it’s choking gathers up around you, this is a fight that’s been a long time in the brewing and despite the fear in your heart, you too feel the wave of excitement.

“Hey, hey blondie!” So much so you don’t even notice the ref speaking to you until he calls you.

“Who the hell are you calling blondie you crusty old shitbag!? Don’t make me strangle you right here!!” you threaten.

“Whoa! Save the violence for your opponent kid!” He throws his hands in resignation.

“Oh sorry! Reflex!” you apologize as you come to your senses.

“Reflex…? You know what, I ain’t gonna ask! Better question, kid, you taking your knife or not?” he asks.

“What?” you blurt out.

“This your first time playing poker kid? You take the knife so you can fight! Unless you’re going at him with your bare fucking hands!” He questions.

What will you do?

>Take the knife

>Use your fists.

>>4230737
>>Use your fists.

>>4230737
>Use your fists.

>>4230775
>>4230796

>Bare knuckles, like a real man.

>Posting.

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You nod, “Yeah actually just my fists will be enough!”

He gives you a pointed look, “I said that as a joke kid! Are you sure, your opponent is the prince of Brenho himself! He’s no slouch when it comes to stabbing!” He counters.

“Oh, trust me. I know, this isn’t even the first time we’ve fought.” You state, much to the ref's astonishment.

“But it might just be the last time.” Noell says as he rolls up his sleeves and brandishes his knife.

You follow suit and take a fighting stance, “I was just going to say the same, just cuz I ain’t got a knife doesn’t mean I can’t break your neck!”

“Yes of course, I know a brute like you is more than capable of killing with your bare hands alone. your caveman-like strength is one of your few advantages over me.” He praises.

“I’m sorry was that a whimper or a compliment?” You ask.

“It was an admission you’re a worthy opponent. And nothing makes me happier than killing the worthy ones.” He smiles a murderous smile that sends shivers down the spines of everyone in the room, you included.

“Jeez, what killing intent…That’s the Cadaver Prince for ya…” One of the crowd members whispers.

“There’s no mercy with that man in the ring, this one’s gonna get bloody!” Another cheers.

“Well damn! I can’t tell what’s wilder, the crowd, or you two’s murder boner for each other!” The referee praises.

“Can you just start the damn fight?” you ask.

“Don’t have to tell me twice! Fighters, come on up!” he demands as you and Noell close the distance, facing each other down, bodies mere inches away from one another.

“Now for the rules! First to poke their opponents wins the pot, you’re allowed to hit under the belt, but no going for the vitals! We’re running a gambling ring here boys, not a snuff film!” He explains.

“So then, you two ready? Prayed to your respective gods?” The refree asks as he looks between you two.

“Who needs to pray when victory is already in sight?” Noell answers.

“I was never much of the praying type anyway.” You answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes! Let’s not waste anymore time, Get Poking!” He shouts as he clears away from the fight and battle begins.

And as the battle begins, not a single word more is exchanged, you each give each other a knowing look as you launch your first attack that will set the course of the battle to come.

What is your first move?

>Play tricky, rush in with a feint to bait him into a counter and attack with a kick.

>Play aggressive, forgo strategy and tricks, strike fast and strike first!

>Play Defensive, allow him to get the first move, let him tire himself out and counter when you can.

>>4230818
>Play tricky, rush in with a feint to bait him into a counter and attack with a kick.

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>>4230818
>>Play tricky, rush in with a feint to bait him into a counter and attack with a kick.

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ATTENTION! ATTENTION! PSA

First vote has already been cast so I'm little late in adding this, but on Twitter I said that this episode would have no rolls whatsoever, all combat is decided purely by choices for this episode.

This does not mean the facts are now risk free, if anything it's even risker because now every choice counts and fights can have very good outcomes or very bad ones depending on your choices.

This isn't me saying anyone is making a bad choice right now, just informing anyone still expecting to roll for this.

This is my attempt at simplifying the combat system and take out the random chance outcomes. If it works I'll do it for the rest of the series.

This has been your PSA for the night, continue voting.

>>4230839
>>4230868

>Start with some tricks, play to win.

>Writing...

>>4230818
>Play tricky, rush in with a feint to bait him into a counter and attack with a kick.
Use our brains

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You decide your course of action in a matter of a second, taking an infighting boxing stance and weaving your way closer, you get into Noell's range in a flash readying a fist to swing right at his temple from below.

Seeing the attack coming, Noell doesn't hesitate to swing his knife. A swish of the knife so fast the blade turns into a gust of wind for a moment, causes you bend your back to narrowly avoid having your face cut.

"Yeesh! Not holding back are you!?" You shout as you dodge around his flank and swing for the liver.

"Not when I know you can get the best of me!" Noell shouts back as he dodges counter to your and swings to cut your arm, a slash you come just shy of getting a fat gash on your hand over.

This back and forth combat goes on for a little while, neither of you giving an inch, every punch and slash always coming within mere millimeters of striking home.

The crowd goes wild over the intense battle.

"My lord! The Foreigner's going crazy! he's going for the kill right away!" One crowd member shouts.

"That fucking fool, he's trying to out rush a man with a knife!? He's gonna get his guts spread across the deck!" Another laughs.

"Don't be a bloody idiot! I'm betting money on your ass, don't die this soon you goddamn Foreigner!" A belligrent man screams.

(They all seriously think I'm dumb enough to think I'm faster and sharper than a trained swordsman with a knife...Good, that's exactly the impression I want to give.) you think as you duck and weave a furious series of slashes.

(I know better than anyone Noell. If I try and out do you in terms of aggression, I'm the only one that's gonna get hurt. You're scary good in a fight...better than me much as I hate to admit it.) you realize.

You look into Noell's calm but murderous, searching for the moment, (But it's because you're so damn good that I have a chance here...You think the moment I let my guard down it's your victory...well...You wouldn't be wrong about that...however...)

You throw a swing or two while you duck and weave, Noell's assault never letting up or giving you a chance to breathe, he even manages to nick you a few times on your chest or face, though nothing serious enough to be a cause of worry.

The entire time your eyes locked with his until you see it.

For a moment, you see that angry look in his eye whenever he's going for a finishing blow.

Knowing this, you stop and intentionally swing back with a tinge of panic on your face. Making him believe he's got you on the ropes.

Seeing your panic swing, he commits fully to his attack, weaving through your strike like a snake, he goes for a big slash across your chest.

That's where your chance appears.

Carrying the momentum of your panic swing, you fall into a roll under his slash and before he has a chance to recover and move for defense:

CRUNCH! Your leg shoots up like a donkey's from below, lifting him off the ground and sending him flying back to the otherside of the ring.

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"GARGH!" Noell grimaces from the pain of nearly having his ribs broken as he sticks the landing from your kick, albeit barely as he stumbles on his feet to keep his balance, gasping as he retakes his stance.

"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Roars and shouts erupt from the crowd.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!! I thought that foreigner was getting his ass beat but he pulled it back!" One man shouts.

"That man's using nothing but his fists and feet, you can tell this ain't his first dirty-ass scrap!" Another one praises.

"Yeah! Yeah! Give it to him foreigner! You're going to make me a very rich and very happy man!" A now very cheerful man screams.

(Man that one attack really turned their opinions of me around huh? Nothing's more fickle than a fight club fan...The fight isn't even over either.) You think as you see Noell appraising you from the distance, all the pain that was stunting him from before is basically gone by this point.

"You really aren't the same fool I fought on the airship...My ribs won't be forgetting a strike like that anytime soon." Noell says as he grips his side.

"Right back at you, you feel even stronger now then back then. It took me a damn while to find that opening, if I screwed up once there, this fight would already be over." You say as you wipe away some of the blood leaking from your small wounds.

"That's just me showing my respect for a good fight. Would you like if I took things a little easier on you?" He asks.

"You dare, you fucking die, come at me like you want to kill me." You challenge.

He smiles as he readies his knife again, "I would expect no less."

"Get back on with the fight or get a room you two! We came for a fight! Not a makeout session you bloody fags!" One man chants from the audience.

You smirk, "People are getting impatient now, why don't you come at me?"

"And fall into another trap? Not on your life, you're coming to me this time." Noell answers.

"Is that right? Well then..." You think for a moment.

What will you do?

>Go on the aggressive, now is the time to capitalize on damage and finish the fight.

>Meet his defense, don't move till he does.

>Continue with the tricks, worked once, why not again?

>>4231037
>Meet his defense, don't move till he does.

>>4231037
>>Meet his defense, don't move till he does.

>>4231053
>>4231088

>Screw you, I ain't moving either!

>Writing...

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"...How about I do the same." You take up a defensive stance and hold your ground.

"What? Are you just going to stand there and wait for me?" he asks.

"Damn right, fuck rushing dick-first into my death. Come at me man, you're the aggressive one, show me some aggression." You ask.

"...." He goes quiet, not quite sure if you're being sincere or setting him up again.

(I've got him right where I want him...Is what I want to say, but I don't actually have any tricks up my sleeve for this one.) you admit.

(He's got a lot of power and one good attack is all it will take to put me under...but if that last exchange proved anything, what he makes up for in power, he lacks in defense. Once he commits to an attack, it creates an opening I can exploit.) you realize.

(Knowing that, only one viable plan of action left. Make him act, make him rush and impatient by making him move first) you decide.

You then shoot the harshest glare you can at him, (It doesn't matter how hard or fast he comes at me, the chance to counter will appear and when it does...you're done, that's it.)

As you two stand still staring at each in silence, the crowd gets agitated.

"What the fucking hell? Are these dolts just...standing around looking at each?" One man asks.

"This must be some kind of bad joke! The fuck are two ninnies doing! Kill each other! We're paying for this!" Another shouts.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! FIGHT!" Shouts the crowd, annoyed and angry at your lack of action.

"..." But neither of you mind them, your sole focus right now is baiting him, waiting and that's his as well.

(This is a battle of attrition...The one that acts first is the one that loses and I'm not losing this time...) you think.

"....Damn fool." Finally, after a good wait, Noell caves in.

Your eyes perk up as you see him lower his stance and prepare his knife, "If you are to be so kind as to offer up your life for me to take it..."

WHOOSH! A gust of wind blows beneath where his feet once stood, nothing but the dust he kicked up in his wake left.

As within the literal blink of an eye, he disappears from one end of the ring and appears in your corner, his blade already in mid-swing below you as he slips through your defense and goes for a cut against your chest.

"Then I shall indulge." He says in the single second you're allowed to react to this sudden burst in speed.

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SWISH! His blade audibly swings through the air, even the wind off his knife seems sharp enough cut at this point. You barely avoid the slash as you're forced to break your defense to evade.

SWISH!SWISH!SWISH! Then with a series of inhumanly fast movements, he slashes at you, each aimed with the force to cut you down and just as much killing intent behind it.

All you can do is evade, this isn't you searching for a chance to counter. You're actually on the ropes this time from his attacks.

"There we go! There we fucking go! That's our Prince! Show that foreigner who's top dog!" One audience member shouts.

"Look at those swings! I can barely see them! He's a damn monster with that little knife!" Another cheers.

"Shit! SHIT! Don't get pushed back now! You were doing so well before! Go Foreigner! GO!" A panicked man cries.

(My god! I knew fast, but I didn't think he was this fast!? Is this what he looks like when he holds nothing back!?) You panic as you try and find an opportunity to counter, sneaking in blows whenever possible.

But every-time you swing for his face, he slows his assault to parry your hand with his free hand and then rush in with a slice the moment he sees the opening.

The fact that he can somehow be this aggressive yet maintain a decent level of defense is truly horrifying, but it does present you with a chance.

(When I swing at him, he has to parry! Which leaves him open for a second, if I can somehow capitalize on that-!) You think as you lash out, hoping to pull off a counter with a feint.

"Hmph..." This however, proves a fatal mistake.

GRAB! Instead of whipping your hand away, he grabs it and pulls you forward.

(Fuck! His parry was bait! He got me!) you realize as your thrown to the floor and mounted.

As Noell hovers over, preventing you from dodging away,he turns the knife over in his hand and stabs at your head.

SHANK! The knife stabs through the wooden floor of the deck, poking a wide hole in it that could've been in your head if you didn't move your head away in time.

"Jesus fucking Christ! This is just practice remember, cool it with the stabbing-!"

SHANK! SHANK! You don't even get the chance speaking before he lays an onslaught at your head, trying to stab you on the floor while you narrowly dodge.

GRAB! You manage to halt his stabs by crossing your arms and catching his knife hand, but you can tell he's still trying to push through, aiming for your head.

(He's serious! He's seriously trying to kill me!!) You now realize how dangerous your situation really is.

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"Hey Prince! Knock it with the stabs! Remember! No killing! Don't make me stop the match!" The referee intervenes by shouting.

Noell casts a glance the ref's way, stopping his assault for just a moment.

"HRAGH!" You don't let that moment pass, pushing his hands away and kicking him off of you, you scramble back to your feet and take a fighting stance to match his.

"Hah! Hah! HAH!" panting like a cornered beast, you feel your blood pumping through your veins as panic starts take over your rational mind.

"You were fast to capitalize on that moment of weakness. Good, you may stand a chance after all." Noell praises.

"What the fuck man! You seriously could've killed me a second ago, the hell are you thinking!?" You ask.

"...." You wait for the I wasn't, it was just an accident, but it never comes. Shaking you even further.

(Isn't this just practice? But he really tried to just now! he seriously tried to fucking kill me...! This is an actual fight to the death!) you realize.

"Well Derrick? Are you just going to stand there and let me take the initiative again? Or will you strike this time?" he taunts with a smile on his face.

"You-I-Damn it, give a me sec! I need to-"

"No." Noell promptly shuts down with a rush much like the one you just endured.

"Shit!" You scream as you're forced to dodge again.

"He's nearly done for your highness! Put him in the dirt!" Someone shouts.

"No! NO! I CAN'T LOSE TWICE IN A ROW! FIGHT YOU DIRTY FUCKING FOREIGNER! FIGHT!" Someone screams.

The shouting, the violence, the fear...all of comes together to lay a siege on your mind that keeps you from possibly thinking straight, not even a trained monk could handle this much pressure.

Which makes your next move, no surprise.

(If this is a fight to the death, I can't stay on the defensive! I have to fight! I have to fight! I HAVE TO LIVE) Regressing back to your instinctive flight or fight responses, you lose the ability to think of anything else but attacking.

In a panic, you lash out with your foot with a forward roundhouse kick. This actually proves to be a smart move as Noell wasn't expecting such a sudden and deadly counter causing him to relent and dodge back.

"HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH-!" You verge on hyperventilating in your panic, you just want a single second to breathe and regain your composure.

"Die!" But Noell won't let you have even that, he rushes in again.

That's when you decided, with no other recourse left in your mind, to meet his rush head on with your own.

As he rushes high for a heavy swing, you duck low and move in, readying yourself to deliver a skull-shattering uppercut from below.

(If you want to fight to death, fine! I'll just take you out first!!) You show your first real hint of bloodlust as you close in.

This sends a wave of fear and shock into Noell who's been the aggressor so far. But that doesn't last long as his fear turns to anger and his attack turns from violent to deadly in an instant.

SHING! In an exchange that from the audience's perspective was too quick to possibly make out, you two cross each other, each flying past the other and going still after.

The crowd becomes a mess of confused murmurs, "The hell...? Did they miss each other?" one guy asks.

"All that hype only for them to both miss their decisive strikes? The hell are these two doing?" Someone else questions.

"No. This fight is already over." The voice of Okabe, who sat back and silently watched the conflict besides an fidgety worried Flourette announces.

"It's over? What do you mean, they both missed each other didn't they?" The man asks.

"In your eyes that's how it looks...but, well, just look." He orders.

"..." For a moment, the both of you are still and silent as statues.

GASHHHHHH! The next, the outcome is decided. A spray of blood splashes from your cleaved neck. Pouring from you at a force and speed you didn't think possible.

Your body goes cold fast and before you know it, you go from standing up straight to hitting the floor of the ship as you dye it crimson red.

(Oh...So I lost huh...? And now...I'm...dying...) The realization doesn't even make you panic, you've lost too much blood to feel things like panic anymore.

As your life literally pours out of you, the final thing in you see is Flourette rushing towards you, a terrified look in her eye and Noell walking past her. Triumphant and stained in your blood.

Before he disappears into the crowd, he looks back to you just once. And that moment, you swear you see something strange.

His usually black eye turned a devilish dark red. A sense of coldness in them that feels less like Noell's and more like some monster wearing his skin.

(His eyes...What's with those...) Before you finish your thought, the whole world goes dark and all thinking goes with it.

You feel the spirit of death take you as you fade away to black.

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And that's where I'm stopping for tonight!

Now this is a strange place to stop after what's just happened, but don't worry! The quest is not over! Stay tuned tomorrow to find out what happens, things are not as bleak and terrible as they may seem.

Please do not panic and return to see what happens tomorrow, for now my good anons, goodnight.

Additional note: Due to the somewhat screwy nature of my schedule, I may or may not return to you all at 5 or 6 Pm tomorrow.

If not, i'll come back the same time as usual at 2:00PM EST, but just warning you in advance that if I don't appear by then, it's more than likely 5 or 6.

With that, I now go to bed.

>>4231282
So that's it? Fight's just over? I get that you want less dice rolls but if we lose this easily because of it then I'd rather take my chances with luck...

>>4232182

Not all fights are going to be like this. This one is just special because it had to end this way. The reason for which I shall reveal now.

>Posting...

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“huh…?” You awaken to find yourself falling into a sea of darkness, one strangely familiar, one you think you’ve found yourself in many times before.

“Is this…? No…” At first you think you may have been transported to the strange dimension with Genesis and Lucy again, but that’s wrong.

This is not that realm but a different place, somewhere very similar but not the same, so it’s no wonder you made the mistake.

You’re not quite sure how you know this, you just do.

“Wait…” It’s then you realize that wasn’t your only mistake, this darkness you’re in, isn’t actually darkness and you aren’t actually falling.

To fall means you are moving in a direction, but in this place, there is no direction nor movement to be made.

To be in darkness means to be in the absence of light, but there was never any light in this place, so in turn that means there is no dark.

In-fact, there’s nothing here, in the most literal sense, there is nothing in this place, but you and this most familiar song. drifting in darkness

“Is this...the afterlife…?” You can’t help but ask, you only just died after-all.

“No-” As if answering your question, a new voice enters this realm and speaks.

“What? Who are you?” you ask the voice.

“No- No it can’t possibly be- Are you sure? He’s the one-?” The voice questions, it’s voice filled with static and skipping certain words like a broken tape recorder, making it hard to discern what’s being said or who’s saying it.

“Oh, I guess you’re not listening…Though...haven’t I heard this somewhere before?” You wonder.

“Yes- The results don’t lie- His cells bonded well with the sample of-There can be no other explanation.” Another voice, also filled with static explains.

“Results? His cells? Who and what are they talking about? Maybe I should listen more closely…” You think and so you try harder to hear what’s being said.

“So you’re certain-? Out of all- This one- He’s displayed the potential?” As you listen in, you can discern more details about the speakers, namely, the one you’re hearing right now is a man.

“Never heard this guy here before...But at the same time, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard this voice? Is it…?” You’re not sure how, but you know this voice from somewhere, it’s the voice of someone...You hate? You love? You’ve met? You’re not entirely sure.

“Yes, just yesterday I injected him- he’s the first one not to reject it.”The other voice, this one more feminine explains.

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“This the woman I heard in my dream the other day...Who is this chick? Have I met her? And an injection? Of what?” The questions only pile up more and more as you listen.

“Incredible-Not only is he the first to accept the- he’s the first to resonant with it so quickly-it usually takes weeks to get these results.” The man says, barely capable of speaking from sheer awe.

“Yes, and it only took- less than we controlled for.” The woman giggles, it’s a laugh you’ve heard before, recently too.

“Well that’s good, anymore than this and our colleagues might have started to question- What with all the material just disappearing.” The man quips, coaxing another laugh from the woman.

“Indeed, but with this, our dream of- the future we hoped is one step closer to coming to fruition. We might just be able to do this…” The woman says, hope blossoming her voice.

“The Future...Future…” For some reason, that word in particular sticks out to you.

“You’re being far too humble my dear, it’s not that we might do this-” You hear heavy footsteps now, they’re closing in on you.

“We will do this, we have no choice but to do this now- we put everything on the line. Our jobs, our futures, our very lives to make this a reality-...so we cannot fail now.” The man declares, the confidence in his voice unwavering, the determination clear.

“What!? No way…!” It’s then that you see something, an action you didn’t think possible in this realm without light, but alas, you do see it.

“Which is why you can’t fail me either, Subject 19…” You see the face of Soren Moon, peering down on you with a loving smile.

“Soren!? What the hell!? What even is this!?” You shout, your mind overwhelmed by confusion.

“You are the hero that will save bring back the future we’ve lost, you are our first and...Final hope.” He tells you.

“The future rests in your hands, my precious-” Just before he can finish his statement, the static in his voice becomes too great and it’s impossible to hear anymore.

“What? Your precious what? Lost future? What are you even-Ah!” Your line of question is cut off as you see a faint light in the distance.

“Derrick...Derrick…” From it, another familiar voice resounds.

“What the hell!? Who is it this time!?” you ask.

“Come back to us...Derrick!” As you respond to it, the voice and the light grow in intensity, turning from a small glow into a burning supernova that consumes the whole space.

“What the-! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You scream as you are devoured by the light.

And as light sets in, darkness fades away, giving way for the world to begin anew, again.

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“Huh!?” You then open your eyes again and find yourself, on the floor of the deck, still breathing albeit heavily, proof that you’re alive.

“He has awakened! Oh thank goodness.” Above you, you see a deeply worried Flourette breathe a sigh of relief as she sees your eyes open.

“Oh Derrick you’ve come to!? Oh excellent, I was beginning to worry you actually died!” You hear Landon’s voice, rife with worry, nearby.

“Yeah...you and me both...hm?” you look over to where his voice was coming from, but all you see is Noell sitting atop a cage with a white tarp while reading the book he had earlier.

“Good work returning to the land of the living, I can’t have you dying on me before I get any use out of you.” Noell congratulates.

“Thanks...Hey where’s Landon? I swear I just heard him…” you ask.

“Because you did! I’m just over here!” Landon says, his voice ringing out from the cage Noell sits on.

“Oh, right, I forgot we locked you in there…” you remember.

“Yes, I’ve been getting quite comfortable in my new metal abode while you all had fun without me. I’ve gotten furnishings done!” Landon states.

“Furnishings? How can you furnish a cage?” you ask.

“Oh, that’s simple, you just take your fingernails and carve a scratch into the metal for every hour you’re stuck in here! Really livens up the otherwise, gray and dreary metal look!” He answers.

“Jesus that’s sad...hey maybe it’s time we let him out?” you ask.

“Absolutely not, do you know what this horny dog wanted to do to you while you were asleep?” Noell questions.

“He wanted to do things to me while I was asleep?” you ask, fear setting in.

“You make it sound so foreboding when you say it like that! Derrick I had no ill intentions, all I suggested is that we resuscitate you since you weren’t waking up.” Landon explains.

“What? That’s all? That’s not bad at all.” you calm down.

Noell kicks the cage, “How about you explain the method of resuscitation you wanted to use?”

“The method?” you question.

“Oh well, I just suggested perhaps we could try mouth to mouth, preferably my mouth, to revive you-”

“Okay nevermind, thank you for keeping him locked up.” You cringe as you imagine that.

“I won’t release him till we reach port to ensure our collective safety, until then, I shall sit atop this cage, sealing him inside.” He promises.

“Oh you all have no faith in me, breaks my heart...But then again, being the prince’s royal seat is also pretty great…” Landon says, earning him a collective groan of disgust.

You heave a heavy sigh, "Putting Landon's perversion aside, if I'm lying here, I guess that means I lost...again."

"Not quite, you just fainted before the fight was over." You see Okabe walk on over to your side.

"Okabe...What's that supposed to mean? I fainted?" you ask.

"Exactly as I said. Noelle didn't beat you, you just collapsed before the fight could be decided. So don't worry, you didn't lose." Okabe answers.

You cock your head at him, "Huh? Were we watching the same fight, by the end there, Noell won, right?" you ask of him.

He shakes his head, "He speaks the truth. Before we could finish the battle properly, you collapsed to the floor and the battle was declared a draw."

Flourette nods, "It was a major upset to all the sailors who bet on the fight! luckily they got their money back. So it didn't lead to anything dangerous."

You look at all three of them baffled, "Did I die and get whisked to some kind of alternate timeline? The last thing I remember was getting my neck cut open and bleeding out on the floor..."

"Oh? So that's what you ended up seeing huh? No wonder you fainted, that's a brutal one for a first experience." Okabe chuckles.

"First experience? Okabe, what the hell is going on?" you ask.

"Simple, the training paid off. You're a fast learner." Okabe praises.

“Training? Oh yeah...that was training.” You only just remember that.

“Yes Derrick, it was just a training session, there was no real risk and nothing major happened.” Flourette reassures.

You shake your head, “Nothing major happened...but that can’t be true...I...I had my neck slashed opened and I…” you feel at your neck and realize there’s no wound.

“Wait, what?” you ask.

“That never happened Derrick. Your neck was never cut open, it was never even touched.” Flourette explains.

“What? But that’s impossible, I saw it…felt it, my blood splashing from my veins onto the floor...The coldness I felt after it all poured out.” you hug yourself on reflex, as if to confirm that your warmth is still inside you, thankfully it is.

“What you saw and felt wasn’t reality, but rather a vision of the future.” Okabe explains.

“A vision? What?” you ask

“That event you witnessed was a sensory illusion, the byproduct of an extremely convincing auditory and visual hallucinations.” Okabe explains.

“Halluci...wait, so it really wasn’t, then what happened at the end there, I just imagined it?” you ask.

“During that final standoff we had in the end, just before either of us rushed in for an attack you fainted and fell unconscious for 2 hours.” Noell explains.

“Wait...so does that mean..." You trail off as you realize something.

He sighs, "Yes, our fight still goes unsettled. This one can only be considered a draw after a end like that."

You give a shaky smile "I mean I'm glad I didn't lose, but you still have one win over me..."

"Yes, but it's a wonder how long that will last, you've become strong. Derrick..." Noell says as he grips at the bruise you left when you kicked him.

You giggle, "Right, since I'm not dead, I guess there's always next time..."You breathe easy again as you realize it was just a trick of the mind.

“It’s good that you’re so calm, most people freak out the moment they wake up after experiencing that, but you’ve got good mental fortitude.” Okabe compliments.

“Oh yeah, Okabe, mind explaining what that was? Why’d I have such a realistic hallucination all of a sudden?” You ask.

“That was the trick I was trying to teach you, it’s a relatively new Nen technique called Yokan or Instinct” Okabe explains.

“What? That was a Nen technique? Not a hallucination?” you ask.

He nods, "Right. Basically, you're capable of detecting killing intent right? You can feel when someone wants to kill you." He asks.

“I wouldn't have gotten this far without that ability, so yes.” you answer.

“Well Yokan is that ability taken to the extreme. Put simply, it’s the ability to create a vision of the future, formed from your enemy’s killing intent that tells you exactly how they are going to attack and where.” he explains.

“So, it’s like...Clairvoyance?” you ask.

“On a much weaker, smaller scale, yes.” he nods.

“By combining your Gyo with your Ten, you gain the ability to create a sensory visualization of exactly how an enemy will attack. This visualization reaches your brain as information at the speed of light, creating a hallucination of the event.” He expounds.

“So it's a vision of the future formed by hostility...I see...” you realize.

>You feel this ability will become indispensable useful in coming journey, with some practice, it may even be viable to use in combat!

You’ve learned Yokan!

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"But wait, if that's true. Doesn't that mean the vision I saw before I fainted was what Noell intended to do to me before I collapsed?" you ask.

"Of course, you wouldn't have seen it otherwise." Okabe answers.

You look over to Noell, "If committed that attack you would've slit my throat? What the fuck man?"

He holds his head down pensively, "You were a tough opponent and I was losing myself to the heat of combat...However that is only an excuse, so I must offer you my apology. I'm sorry."

Your eyes go a little wide, "Sorry...that is the last thing I thought would escape your rude trap, I'm blown away."

He scowls a little, "Shall I take them back? For now I'm regretting giving them out."

You laugh, "Nope, the fact that you said them at all shows how sincere you are. Apology accepted."

He sighs, "As long as you understand..."

>While ending in a draw, this hard fought battle between rivals closes the gap between you two considerably...

>+100 Points to Noell! Your relationship advances to level 2!

>Team attacks with Noell in combat deal 20% more damage!

"Ahhhhh! The bond of rivalry and friendship! It's so very beautiful...!" Flourette fawns as she watches you both from the distance.

"Queit yourself pig, Don't make me hit you." Noell threatens.

"But she's right. Seeing you two so close is so nice..." Landon compilments.

"Now if only you could extend some of the kindness to me-"

CLANK! The cage rings as Noell kicks it.

"OW! Why did she get a warning but you just hit me! I wasn't even saying anything strange either!" Landon cries.

Okabe laughs, "It's good you're all so quick accept and understand this. Noelle and Poppins will have to learn this trick on their own time, you're ahead of the learning curve again Derrick." he compliments.

“But wait, how the hell am I supposed to use this in a fight? I couldn’t do anything while hallucinating and I knocked the hell out right after. I can’t use this in a fight.” you counter.

“Yet. You’re missing the key word there. You can’t properly use it yet.” he states.

“The hallucination may feel long, but in reality it’s all hitting your brain less than a few nanoseconds and ends just as quickly. The only reason you fainted is cause you weren’t expecting the rush of so much new, powerful stimulus.” he explains.

“As you use the ability more and more, the hallucinations will end faster and you’ll get used to feeling they give you.” he adds as he stands up.

You grab at your neck, “You mean I’ll get used to the feeling of dying?”

“I was trying to break it you easy, but yeah, you will.” He nods.

“....” you can say nothing.

Okabe turns to walk away, “Rest up, we’ll be porting in Ochima in half an hour or so, you'll need to be a lot less pale if you don’t want people staring at you.”

“Easier said than done…” you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“If it’s your wounds you’re worried about, don’t worry, I’ve already patched all of them up, they were all quite light, so you have nothing to fear!” Flourette reassures.

“Thanks, that really does calm me down…” you say those words, but even you can tell you don’t feel them from your tone of voice.

“Now come on Derrick, my attendant is doing her best to cheer you up, the least you could do is pretend to feel better.” Noell points out.

What will you say?

>No really, I’m fine, don’t worry about me.

>I’m sorry, it’s just that...all that really got to me…

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You shake your head, "No...I'm fine, don't worry over me." you ask.

"Asking your friends not to worry is like asking the Sun not to shine Derrick." Flourette counters.

"If you have something on your mind, you need only speak." Noell states.

"We're here to support in good times and bad, so go on, tell us what's wrong!" Landon encourages.

You smile, "I really am fine...Though..." you trail off.

"Though?" Noell questions.

“Sorry, it’s just...After feeling what it’s like to die like that, I only now realize I was woefully unprepared for it.” you admit.

“Unprepared you say?” Noell asks.

“When I became a Hunter, I resolved myself...I shouldn’t be afraid to die, I thought...Life-threatening battles and hazards are just apart of the job...But…” you trail off.

“But after going through that, now I remember just how terrifying the hands of death are when they reach for you and now I know how cold they feel when they grab you…” you grab your shoulders to suppress the shiver.

“....” Flourette and Noell stare quietly at you as you speak.

You laugh, “Oh man, what am I even saying? This must just sound like a bunch of cowardly nonsense to you…I should be more prepared next time...”

“It doesn’t, you don’t sound like a coward at all.” Landon states.

“I don’t?” you question.

“You don’t, quite the opposite in-fact, I’d say you’re braver than most for admitting your fear of death like that.” He answers.

“Only a true fool would say they don’t care if they die and only a real coward would hide that fear and say they aren’t afraid to die.” Landon explains.

“It takes a brave man to admit they fear death yet still fight against it and that’s what you are Derrick. Don’t let anyone call you a coward, because you are one of the bravest men I know.” Landon declares.

“....” You’re amazed, you don’t even know what to say.

THUNK! it’s then Noell kicks hard against the cage, shaking and rocking the contents.

“Owwwww! What was that for!?” Landon questions.

“That little speech was far too intelligent and well-intentioned for a horny dog like you, the only lines your character is supposed to have are the perverted and disgusting ones.” Noell explains.

“When did I become the prevy joke character!? I know I’ve been pretty bad! But I’m not even allowed to have cool lines anymore!? I really tried with that one too!” Landon exclaims.

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“Well putting aside Landon’s rotten character, his words do ring true, No Derrick, you aren’t a coward for being afraid.” Flourette compliments.

“Yes, as outlandish as it may be, the horny mutt actually said something sensible.” Noell nods.

“I’d appreciate if you don’t call me rotten while you agree with me. Also, if you could stop referring to me as a dog, I’d be ever grateful-”

CLANG!

“Okay, I’ll be quiet now….” Landon shuts up.

“So, you guys really don’t think I’m a coward for fearing death? Even you Noell?” you ask.

“Why single me out?” he asks.

“Well you totally seem like the type of guy to say Hmph, what a fool, fearing death, only the weak fear death… while you cross your arms in a brooding manner.” You explain.

“Hmph, what a fool, believing that I would speak in such a cartoonish manner…” He says while he crosses his arms in a brooding manner.

“Uh huh…” you nod.

“Listen Derrick, I value competence above all else and the mark of a competent person is a healthy love of life and hatred for pointless death and risk.” He explains.

“The kind of person who would never fear death and charge head-first into it isn’t competent or brave, they’re cannon fodder.” He declares.

“Hm, for once we actually agree.” you nod.

Flourette pats you on the back, “No good soldier ever made it far on the battlefield without having to face their own mortality and being terrified of it.”

“So, don’t worry, this is really just par for the course, you have nothing to fear from fear itself.” Flourette says with a smile.

>No matter how low you go, you realize you have friends at your side that will lift you up and keep you walking.

>You’re grateful to have such amazing friends +150 bond points to Landon, Noell and Flourette.

>Your relationship with Flourette Advances to level 2! Now, when in combat and Flourette isn't occupied, she will follow up any attacks you do with an attack of her own, even if you don't team attack with her.

>Your relationship with Landon advances to level 2! You gain a 20% increase to all team attacks with Landon.

You smile, “Thanks guys…Don’t worry about me, I’m feeling a bit shell-shocked, but I’m gonna be fine.”

“Yes, I can already see the color returning to your skin, you’ll be fine.” Flourette reassures.

“Ahhhh! See this guys! this stuff is why I love you all so much!” Landon hums with glee.

“Now if you could let me out of this cage, we can all get together and have a nice big group hug!” He announces.

You smile, “I’m not usually sappy stuff like that, but that actually sounds pretty wholesome, why not?”

“You get it Derrick! Now let’s all get together, squeeze each real tight, preferably with our clothes off and me on top-!”

CLANG!

“I’m sorry…” He quickly shuts up.

“That’s why not, you really need to stop listening to this barking mutt.” Noell warns.

You shake your head, “I know I should, but something in me tells me to give him the benefit of the doubt, even though I know he’s hopeless…”

“It really hurts when you say that in such an honest voice…” Landon groans.

Noell sighs, “If you’re feeling better now than good, it won’t be long before we port after-all, so take a moment to relax…” Noell says as he opens up his book again and begins to read.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask, but what’s up with the book?” you question.

“The book? What book?” Noell asks.

“The one in your hands nitwit. What even is it?” you clarify.

Noell sighs, “I am reading the legend of Armis, First King of Brenho, it’s a favorite novel of mine.” he answers.

“The First King of Brenho? They wrote a novel about him?” You ask.

Flourette nods, “Armis was a great historical figure that was integral to the founding and development of Brenho as a country and the creation of the Federation of Ochima.”

“Oh? So, he’s like one of your founding Fathers or something?” you compare.

“He was The Founding Father. Of everything, the Kingdom and the Federation, if it wasn’t for him, Ochima as we know it wouldn’t exist.” Noell clarifies.

“The Kingdom and the Federation? Damn sounds like this guy got shit done, so what? You’re reading up on history then? Never took you for a buff Noell.” You question.

“Well you were right not to, history is of no real interest of mine. This Book series just so happens to be a favorite of mine from childhood.” He clarifies.

“Book series? There’s more than one?” you question.

Landon shakes his cage as he jumps in, “The story of Armis is an epic that spans 3 books that catalogue his life from the early days in his childhood and teenage years right up to his Death.” He premises.

“It was officially published about 50 years ago, but the novel’s history dates to a little after the founding of Brenho as a country, with it being passed down as a verbal tale parents often used to entertain their children.” He adds.

Flourette smiles, “Well now, Landon, I didn’t know you were so versed in historical literature, amazing!”

“I actually happen to really enjoy classical literature and drama, studying up on such subjects happens to be a hobby of mine.” He boasts.

Noell’s eyes go wide, “Wait, so you’re telling you had interests besides sexually harassing and violating anyone and everyone you meet?”

“Why do you sound so surprised? Did you actually believe my sole goal in life is satisfying my lust?” He questions.

“….” Everyone goes quiet.

“Wait you all believed that!? Come guys, I know I’ve been pretty bad but surely not that bad!” He shouts.

“Surely you don’t want us to answer that question.” Noell states.

“…You know what, I’d rather you didn’t.” Landon accepts.

He sighs, “Anyway, while the books are very prolific and loved by all of Ochima, they are also highly debated in academic circles over the actual accuracy of the story.” he explains.

“Meaning…?” you ask.

“Quite a few people believe it’s a pile of horseshit.” Noell answers in a placid tone.

“Ah, I figured as much, but didn’t want to shit on your book while you were reading. Do you think that too?” you ask.

“I wouldn’t be reading it if I did. While I agree a lot of this stuff is pretty hyperbolic in regards to his feats and abilities, His accomplishments and the events it talks about are real…probably.” He explains.

“Probably?” you hone in on.

“I like to keep an open mind but I take everything with a grain of salt.” He clarifies.

“A grain of salt? And here I thought you were a walking salt mine, Mr.Stick-Up-Your-Ass.” You comment.

“Hey now Derrick, add an it to that alias and you'll get my nickname Highschool!” Landon laughs.

CLANG

“It was a joke! A joke! I never even went to Highschool! I was a homeschooled kid!” Landon exclaims.

“That certainly explains a lot.” Noell nods.

“Anyway, this book sounds interesting and all, but you sure are crazy about it huh Noell? You haven’t stopped reading since we’ve been on this ship.” You point out.

“Berate me all you like, at least I’m not as obsessed with this book as the Armis Knights.” He states.

“Oh great, another phrase I don’t know the meaning of, Flourette, explain.” You demand.

“Gladly! The Armis Knights are a religious Sect in Brenho who believe that Armis wasn’t simply a man, but actually a messiah, born of a union of Gods and man, sent to save the Kingdom and it’s people from destruction.” She explains.

“Wait, wait, this book has a cult behind it? For real?” you question.

“Anything can become a Religion if enough people like it enough and their suspension of disbelief is stretched hard enough.” Landon states.

“This must really be one hell of a book series…How big are they?” you ask.

“Not very nowadays, in the past, the sect was so large and influential that it was basically the state religion.” Flourette exclaims.

“That was until Brenho became a secular state some 100 years ago and allowed other religions to proselytize, after that, faith weakened and followers lessened and eventually other cultures and faiths overpowered and virtually forced them out.” Landon explains.

“Now the only real followers of the faith are either decrypt, old men too stubborn to adapt to change or hardcore nationalists who hate the more globalized country, so they practice the faith out of spite.” Noell adds.

“And you?” You question.

“And me? What about me?” he asks back.

“And you? Why are you reading it? Last I checked, you weren’t a crusty old man or much of a nationalist, so what about you?” you ask.

“I’m a special case, to me these books aren’t a holy text or an act of defiance, However…They are precious to me.” He says as he shows a rare smile, it’s filled with a kind of happiness.

“Oh yeah? And which book is that in the series?” You question, taking note of that happiness but finding with a touch of sadness.

“This book? This one is the 2nd in the series and best book out of the lot.” In his voice a mellow longing of something lost catches his voice.

“A name would be nice.” And you can’t help but notice.

“King of Blades.” In his eyes a resolve fierce and fiery rages on.

“…” you go quiet as you contemplate what exactly is the meaning behind those fiery eyes.

“Why the silence, rare for you not to have a witty comeback.” He notes.

“Oh no, I was just thinking that was a cringey as hell name, so I didn’t know what to say.” You give him what he wants.

He glares at you, “One of these days I’m going to cut off that plebian tongue of yours so I can show you just how tasteless it is…”

RING-A-DING-DING! Before you even get the chance to retort, the ship’s bell rings off, alerting everyone to look up towards the Boatswain.

“We’ve reached Ochiman waters! All hands get ready for porting, we’ll be taking a ride through Faroe Hills before we reach port! So all navigators are to get above deck! Now!” He demands, barking orders to all the scattered shiphands.

“Looks like we’ve almost arrived, let’s save this discussion for another time.” Noell says as he gets off of Landon’s cage and walks with Flourette starboard.

“What? We’re nearly there already? Time sure flies when you’re talking huh? Where are you two going?” you ask.

“We’re going to pass through the Faroe Hills before we get to the port, so we’re heading starboard to enjoy the sights, do you wish to join us?” She explains.

“Faroe Hills? Sure.” Not entirely sure what you’re going to see, you head off with them to the starboard deck.

“Hey,uh, guys, aren’t you forgetting something? Or someone? I kinda can’t follow you while I’m trapped like this!” Landon shouts as he gets left behind.

“Oh right, you.” Noell turns back and acknowledges him.

“What do you mean Oh right? Don’t tell me you actually forgot I was here?” He asks.

“Would it be so bad if I did, doesn’t everyone deserve peace of mind? Even if only for a little while.” Noell pleads.

“Yes it is! And what do you mean!? Don’t I give you peace of mind!?” He asks.

“…” Noell let’s his silence do the talking.

“Okay, forget that question, here’s a better one,when are you letting me out of this cage!? We’re nearly at port, so isn’t it about time you let me out?” he asks.

“I’ll consider it when we arrive, for now, sit tight, enjoy the sounds of the ocean and contemplate where you went wrong in life to end up here.” Noell orders.

“Enjoy the sounds of the ocean? The only thing I can hear in this thing is sound of my creaking bars! I could really enjoy the ocean if I could at least see! At least take the tarp off!” he asks.

“And expose your perversion to everyone on deck? That’s a curse I wouldn’t even wish upon my most hated adversary, rest assured Derrick.” He states.

“Why’d you name drop me?” you ask.

“Don’t think about it. You’ll hurt yourself.” He answers as he turns away.

“Instead, let’s leave this wild animal behind, I’ll decide whether to let him out or not later, for now, we have more important things to tend to.” Noell says as he walks away with Flourette in tow.

“Right…” You say as you glance back at Landon and move forward.

“Actually, I think this is pretty important! It’s cramped, hot and very smelly in here! I’m pretty sure they stored dead fish in here before they put me in! Hey! Hey is anyone listening!? I’m very, very serious here-!” His cries of agony ring across the deck, disturbing everyone as you move starboard and get out of earshot.

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As you move starboard and head to the bow of the ship where Noell and Flourette stand side by side looking out to the horizon, you approach, your eyes following theirs, as you catch your first glimpse of the Ochiman continent.

“Holy shit…” And what a glimpse it is.

Rock. Craig and dirt. Earth in it’s purest sense, you look upwards-nay-skywards to see mountains.

Well perhaps calling them mountains is a bit too lax, it would be more appropriate to call them Spires or Earth towers, for their raw size and height is so great that as you look towards the sunny skies above, you have to crane your neck all the way back to catch a glimpse of their peaks.

“My god…Is this real?” You have to question, your sheer awe at this otherworldy landscape leaving you breathless.

“Well Derrick, what do you think?” It’s Flourette’s voice that brings your eyes back to ground level.

“Impressive, aren’t they? These are the mountains of my homeland, Cremox.” She explains as she looks back to you, noticing your awestruck expression.

“Impressive barely describes it, these peaks put the mountain ranges back home to shame…” You explain.

Flourette giggles, “Yes, they are a bit overwhelming at first, but trust me, you’ll get it used, these are barely even the oddest sight Ochima has to offer.” She explains.

“Barely even the oddest…? These have to be some of the tallest mountains on earth! And they’re barely even the oddest!?” you question.

“Questions like that are exactly why you’re uncultured swine Derrick. The peaks you’re looking at aren’t even the tallest in the country. In-fact, these are some of the smallest.” Noell berates.

“Smallest…? These are considered small?” you ask, completely blown away.

“Yes, Small enough for them to be called Hills. So please shut that gaping maw of yours, it’s unsightly.” Noell demands.

It’s then you notice that your maw is in-fact hanging open, “Oh..uh..Sorry.” you say as you close it and try and wipe the astonishment from your face.

Flourette cracks up, “Oh please don’t be so harsh on him master, it’s his first time, let him be a little awestruck will you?”

“Oh? Has my servant grown arrogant enough to make demands of me? You better be glad we’re in public or I’d be punishing you right where you stand.” He threatens.

“Ah sorry…I forgot myself, master.” She bows in apology.

“A mere apology won’t be enough to quell my anger you know.” He warns.

She giggles, “I know, I will take my punishment, it’s just…” She turns her head up to the soaring peaks with a nostalgic smile.

“Nice…yes, it’s very nice, to be home after so many months away.” Flourette explains.

“I see…A better reason than I thought, nevermind then, I shall stay your punishment, my apologies.” Noell forgives.

“Stay my punishment? Oh no Master! There’s no need for such kindness, I’m unworthy!” She exclaims.

“No, no, clearly I was in the wrong, worthless pig that you are, even you’re allowed to enjoy the sights of your homeland, I will stay my hand.” He explains.

You step back startled, “What the…? Did I just hear that right? Did Noell just admit fault? Not only that, but…apologize? To Flourette?” your voice shakes with terror.

Noell looks to you confused, “What’s wrong with you? You look as if you saw a dragon fly overhead.”

“No, I just saw something much more mystical! You being a reasonable human being!” you exclaim.

Noell gives you a confused look, “What…? Derrick, your words baffle me, have I ever shown myself to be anything other than reasonable?”

“You’d actually ask that question after you attempted to throw a man into the open sea and then locked him in a small cage so he couldn’t escape?” you ask.

“That was for the safety of everyone on board. You know not the damage that pervert would have done if were free to roam the ship.” He answers.

“The scary thing is you’re not exactly wrong…” you have to admit.

“Though yes, perhaps I’ve locked him up for long enough, maybe I should let him free? There are human rights I’m violating and all…” He considers.

You take another step back, “He’s actually considering people’s rights and wishes…? Who are you? You’re not Noell. Who the hell are you and what have you done to my edgy rival!?”

Noell looks perturbed, “Has the sea made you sick Derrick? I am the same me as I was earlier and yesterday.”

“No, you aren’t! The real Noell would’ve insulted me by now! Or attacked someone for some petty reason! Or slapped Flourette for breathing the wrong way!” you point out.

“What sort of twisted image do you have of me?” He asks.

“Mr.Derrick is right Master! It’s you who’s out-of-character! Are you sure you’re okay!?” Flourette agrees.

“Even you agree with this nonsense? Why?” he questions.

“The real Master would’ve never have forgiven me for speaking out of turn! He would’ve slapped me by now! Or yanked me by my hair! Or stepped on me while calling me names!” She explains.

“Exactly! Where’s the sadistic bastard I know!? What have you done with him!?” you ask.

Noell looks blown away, “I simply choose to spare my servant a punishment and I get scolded? What sort of ass-backwards world is this?”

“I’m sorry but it’s so strange! The real Noell would…He would…!” Flourette looks for the right words.

“He would never be so passive to not give me such pleasurable punishments! How could you!?” Flourette cries in a voice of despair.

“What? What did you just say?” Now the strange is thrown her way.

“Ah…D-Did I say something strange?” She asks.

You crane your head, “Um…No? I mean, I think I heard a word in that sentence I shouldn’t have, but…”

“A word out of place? Which word? My statement was totally normal!” Flourette corrects.

“Are you sure, I could’ve sworn I heard the pleasur-“

“It was your imagination.” She shuts you down in the flattest tone.

“A-Are you sure? I mean, it really sound liked you said-“

“It was auditory illusion, a trick of the wind, you’ve lost to much blood and are hearing things is all.” Flourette explains while not daring meet your eyes.

“Wait which of those is causing it? You just said 3 different factors…” You ask.

“See? You’re confused, I only told you one factor, not 3.” She answers.

“No, no, no! I’m sure you said-!”

“It was your imagination, now don’t bring it up again.” Flourette says in a commanding tone.

“Y-Yeah, got it.” You pretend you didn’t hear anything.

“Oh…? Master, Derrick, look!” Flourette points ahead.

“Huh?” You two follow her suggestion and notice that ahead, a crack between the massive mountains appear, this small crack shows itself to be a river valley, which the ship gently sails into.

You all look up to see the massive sky cut down to a mere sunny sliver, as the mountain valley casts it’s shadow upon as you sail through.

“Man…I’ve never seen anything like this, where are we even going?” you ask, staring up to the torn sky.

“The port and main city of this area are a little-ways ahead, for now, we’re about to pass through the Agreste villages.” Flourette explains.

“Villages? Where? There’s nothing but water and vertical walls here.” You point out.

Flourette giggles again, “Don’t take this the wrong way Derrick, but you’re architectural sense is rather narrow isn’t it?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“Wait a moment and you shall see.” She states.

“Huh…? Ohhhhh….” As she said, your answer comes in mere moment as you round a small corner, a village comes into view.

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Built into the mountain walls, hanging above the river and connected by various bridges and partitioned pathways, a small village with what looks like a few shops and houses hangs overhead.

You look up to see that the place is very much inhabited, Housewives exit the corner stores above, carrying groceries and children, the elderly woman at the front of the shop shouts at her lazy husband as he sleeps just outside of it.

“He regarde la! Un navire passe!” Above, some kids are standing on one of the bridges above and shout something down at you.

“What are those kids saying? I can’t understand a word of it…” You ask.

“They’re speaking Cremoxian, Flourette, translate what they said.” Noell orders.

“They’re just excited because they’re seeing a ship passing, it’s rare much of anything happens in rural areas like these.” She explains.

“Be that as it may, we are not here for their entertainment, tell them to make themselves scarce.” He demands.

“As you wish, He! C’est Dangerux la-bas! Retourne chez toi!” she waves and shouts something at them.

The kids nod and say, “Tres bien, sit u le dis si belle dame!” They shout back as they clear out.

Flourette blushes, “Oh my! Now what drove them to say something like that?” she asks.

“What? Did they curse at you are something?” you ask, lost from the conversation.

“N-No, but they did say something pretty shocking.” She says.

“What? What did they say?” you ask.

“They aren’t wrong either, that’s what you are.” Noell says with a smirk.

“Master! Please! Not in public!” Flourette says with a face red as a tomato.

“Seriously, what the hell did they say…?” Being unilingual comes with a host of disadvantages.

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Some time passes as you all continue to chat and take in the new sights, but soon enough, you make it pasts the countryside villages and come up on a steel wall, blocking an entrance into one of the mountains that appear to host a city on top of it.

Around the steel wall are several platforms and small buildings, where men covered in plating and armored walk back and forth and watch as you maroon closer.

“Is this some-kind of security check-point?” you ask.

“Yes, don’t worry, it means the port is just beyond this point.” Flourette answers.

As you approach and come to a halt before the steel wall, the guards eyes transfix onto the ship, locking it down with their gaze, not letting a single movement of a single person miss their watchful gaze.

“Uhhhh…You say don’t worry, but those guys seem pretty damn intense.” You point out.

Flourette nods, “Yes, but that’s only natural, with the state of the country being what it is, the guards are naturally going to be on high alert over everything.”

“Huh? Do you mean because of the festival?” you ask.

“That too, but more so because-“

“He! Quelle affaire avez-vous ici?” Before she can answer your question, a small squad of guards gather on one of the high platforms above and calls out to your ship.

“Nous sommes un commercant navire! Nous transportons des marchandises et agissent comme le transport due prince!” The boatswain steps up quick and answers them.

“Le Prince?” The man questions as he looks down and sees Noell.

His eyes go wide, “Donc tu es le transport du prince! Nous vous attendions!” The man shouts.

“Pouvez-vous alors ouvrir la porte?” The boatswain asks.

The man shakes his head, “Vous devez toujours etre verifie au cas ou, est-ce bien?” He asks.

The boatswain nods and the apparent squadron leader turns back to his men and shouts, “Hommes! Une planche!”

After that order, about 10 of the guardsmen come from the platform and hop aboard the ship.

They then approach and talk to the boatswain and the captain as they check on the cargo and talk to a few of the ship hands.

(I can’t understand a word being said, but going by the sequence of events, they must’ve demanded they be let aboard to check the cargo and crew.) You deduce.

You watch as the men interrogate the Captain and Boatswain, along with many of the crewmen, “Jeez, aren’t these guys a bit aggressive?” you ask.

“They’re guardsmen, if they weren’t aggressive, they wouldn’t be doing their jobs.” Noell states.

“I mean yeah, I ain’t faulting them, but they have to check on every single person or piece of cargo on the ship?” you ask.

“We live in dangerous times Derrick. You never know where or when you might encounter hostile forces.” Flourette answers.

“Hostile forces? Seriously, what do you mean by-“

“He, etranger, Que fais-tu ici?” Once again you are interrupted, as one of the guardsmen approaches you.

“Huh?” you blurt out.

“J’ai dit, Que fais-tu ici?” he repeats.

“Huh? What?” you repeat back.

The guardsman seems to get a bit annoyed with you, that’s when Flourette steps in, “Il ne parle pas Cremoxian, Veuillez utilizer L’anglais.” She asks of him.

“Es-tu serieux?” The guardsman sighs as he looks to you again.

“I hate using this tongue but fine, I said, foreigner, what is your business here?” He asks, this time in a language you can understand, though his accent is very thick.

“Oh? Is that what you were asking? Sorry, I don’t know the language…also, you speak English?” You question.

“It is a state mandate from the Federation that all countries learn English as their 2nd language, since Brenho made it the region liguna franca.” He explains.

“So, everyone can speak some degree of English? Great, I never found the time to learn any of these other languages so I was afraid I was gonna be lost this whole time.” You smile.

“Right and now that you can understand me, I’m going to ask you again and this time, you better answer. What is your business here? Why are you entering the country?” He demands, anger in his tone.

You squint your eyes a little, “Now hey, what’s with the attitude? I’m new to the place, of course I can’t answer a question I can’t understand.”

“Yeah, I bet you don’t understand a lot of things with a lower IQ like yours, but this you will understand.” He leans forward and glares right into your eyes.

“This isn’t your home you backwater Yourbian, you aren’t welcome here and no one wants you here. Cause even the slightest bit of trouble and no one will hesitate to deal with you.” He asserts.

You glare right back, “Is that a threat?” you ask.

“Is that a question? Because if it is, you still haven’t answered mine.” He shoots back.

“What is your business here? Why are you entering my country?” He asks.

What will you do?

>Answer the question.

>Call him out on his threat.

>>4232781
>Call him out on his threat.

>>4232781
>>Call him out on his threat.

>>4232825
>>4232852

>Not letting that shit slide.

>Writing...

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You scowl at the man, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that last part to me?"

"What? Are you deaf and dumb foreigner? I asked you,What is your business here-"

"No, no. I heard your question. I mean the part where you threatened me a second ago." You correct.

The guard scrunches his face up, "Threatened you? Now whatever could you be talking about? I've only questioned you."

You narrow your eyes, "Really? You're going to act like you didn't just say no one wants me here and i'd be dealt with if I act up?"

He laughs a little, "I did say that, but that's no threat. It's just a statement of fact. No one wants you here and you will be dealt with if you act up. I was just informing you in advance is all."

You glare at him, "Well thank you very much for the warning. I'll be sure to take it to heart, now if you could just back off and knock it with the idle threats, that would be great."

He glares right back at you, "I'm sorry, maybe my English isn't too great...What did you just say?"

You lean in, "You heard me. Back off and stop with the idle threats. Maybe then we can leave this unpleasant talk at just that. A talk."

He laughs again, this time with a hint of bitterness, "Now if I didn't know any better. I would say you are the one threatening me now. But that can't be right, there is no way..."

"Exactly. It wasn't a threat. Just informing you of a fact in advance." You taunt.

Now he looks really angry, "It has only been 10 minutes and I can tell I never want to talk to you ever again. This is why Nobody likes Yorbians... Impolite, mouth-breathing pigs, the lot of you."

You grit your teeth, "You call me the impolite one, but aren't you the one being the rude dickhead? How about you take that back?"

He chuckles, "As I thought, my English isn't good at all. I swear you just insulted me, but there's no way right? Why not repeat yourself for me?" he asks.

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You clench your fist in growing range, (This fucking prick! I swear he's trying to start a fucking fight! Well fine then dickhead! You've got one!)

"Oh you didn't hear me? Well let me be clear, I said-!", It’s then Flourette grabs your clenched fist and shakes her head.

“….” Her mouth is quiet, but her eyes tell you that it’s best you just comply.

“Tch.” You silently click your tongue in annoyance as you describe that you were invited by Noell to participate in the festival.

“The Festival? You mean the Razorrose festival? You’re going to join it?” he asks in disbelief.

“Didn’t I literally just say that?” you ask, a bit frustrated yourself now.

The man looks towards Noell and speaks, “Your highness, is this true?”

“Yes, it very much is and I’d appreciate if you weren’t so openly prejudice to the guest I’ve brought.” He demands.

The guardsman bows, “My apologies your highness! I promise it won’t happen again!”

“If that is all, scurry off and finish up your checks, you’re holding me up from state business.” Noell scolds.

“Of course, my apologies!” With that, the man turns and walks away.

However, before he walks away, he turns towards Flourette and speaks, “He, es-tu La fusiliere fatale?” he asks her in Cremoxian.

“Grr…” Whatever he asks her, it perturbs her.

“Allez-vous bien?” He asks.

“Je n’utilise plus ce nom, s’il te plait ne m’appelle pas ca.” She demands.

The guardsman’s eyes narrow, “Je vois…Vous nous avez donc abandonnes Et deviens l’un d’eux?” He asks.

Flourette clenches her teeth in anger, “Tais toi, maintenant.” Her voice drips with a kind rage you’re unfamiliar with coming from her, whatever he said, it angered her greatly.

“…!” so greatly that the guardsman doesn’t even bother responding and quickly makes himself scarce.

“What did he say to you?” you ask.

She turns away so you can see the fury on her face, “Nothing important…He just brought back some bad memories and reminded me this place hasn’t changed at all, not even years after I’ve left.”

“…” You can’t quite fathom what she means, but you can feel the despair in her words and they drive you to silence.

“Hey! Uh, your highness? A moment of your time!?” Another guardsman calls.

“Oh, what now? I’m not in the mood to deal with anymore annoyances.” Noell answers.

“Yes, but this is a pretty pressing concern your Highness, this…this um…person in a cage was calling for you.” He answers as he gestures behind him to show a very shaky cage being held up by two other men.

“Noell! My dearest! I really can’t take it in here anymore! This joke stopped being funny a long time ago!” Landon complains.

“Oh, by the heavens…What did I just say?” Noell’s eyes turn to a disgusted glare.

“I’m truly sorry to bother you your highness, we just thought we’d seek your permission before letting this man free-“

“Letting him free? Are you crazy? Why would you do that?” Noell questions.

“Why…? He’s trapped in a cage, isn’t cruel to leave him in there?” The man questions back.

“Yes! Yes, it very much is! Tell him again Sir!” Landon cheers.

“What are you talking about man? Isn’t a wild animal’s place in a cage? Why would you want to free it?” he asks.

“Wild animal? What do you mean?” The man asks.

“Don’t let the words he forms fool you, that’s not a man, that’s a beast I’ve locked up for the safety at the crew at large.” Noell answers.

“Wild beast? Isn’t that a little extreme, what did he even do?” The man questions.

“Nothing! I’ve committed no wrongdoings! I’ve been wrongfully imprisoned I tell you!” Landon protests.

“Wrongfully imprisoned? Now that’s where I must rebuke you dog, you’re finally get comeuppance for your heinous crimes.” Noell counters.

“Heinous crimes? This man is a criminal?” The man asks.

“What!? Oh no, no, this is a inside joke me and him have, I do something stupid, he calls me a criminal, it’s really funny!” Landon explains.

“Your criminal history is anything but funny, the acts you’ve committed are so disgusting and horrid I’m remiss to recount them.” Noell counters.

“You talk a fancy game, but do you have even a shred of evidence to back up that claim?” Landon asks.

“No, not a shred.” Noell answers.

“See! I’m innocent! Now gentlemen, please free me from this confinement-“

“I have a whole journal’s worth.” Noell says as he pulls out a book titled Case file

“YOU WROTE A CASE FILE ON ME!?” Landon cries.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I told you I was keeping a track of all your crimes didn’t I?” he states.

“You did! But I thought that was just a joke!” Landon counters.

“Landon…I’ve never made a joke with in all time we’ve known each other.” Noell states.

“Really!? Are you saying all the fun time we had with each other was a lie!?” Landon asks.

“No, those times were real, I had quite a bit of fun watching and talking to you..” Noell answers.

“Oh…My Dark delight, that’s so kind…” Landon admires.

“How could I not have fun with you? After-all…you’re the biggest joke I know.” Noell answers.

“….” Landon is left speechless.

“Jesus Christ, you’ve said some horrible shit to him, but that has to be the worst yet…” You shake your head.

“You’ve complied a case file on this man? What are his crimes?” The man asks.

“You want to list them out? Gladly, now where should I start…” Noell answers.

“Oh, this is nonsense, you have nothing of any real substance, the only offensive thing I’ve done is make jokes and you can’t arrest me for that!” Landon counter.

“He’s right your highness, as long as they are not at the expense of the royal family, all forms of comedy are free.” The man confirms.

“See! You can’t use my words against me! What do you have now!?” Landon demands.

“Oh here we go, on January 20th around 8PM, he was caught on camera wearing a woman’s panties on his face while shouting This a duty given to me by all men on the planet! I'd be doing them a disservice if I didn't wear those panties on my face!, all while sniffing and licking them.” Noell recites.

“…” Landon can’t say a word more.

https://youtu.be/UFcJmOs8DRQ

“I-Is this true?” The man asks.

“Well yes…But! But! That was not a crime! The woman in question gave me those panties and told me to sniff and lick them! That was a consensual affair! CONSENSUAL!” Landon counters.

“Ummmm…Ahem as disgusting and gut-wrenching as that sounds, he’s right, if the woman gave him her underwear, that wasn’t a crime, you’ll need more evidence then that.” The man states.

“You want more? Well speaking of that woman, that once when the two were alone with a young girl who shall not be name, they groped and assaulted her in a forest while teaching her certain tricks in an attempt to groom her.” Noell recites.

“HEY HEY! THAT SOUNDS REALLY BAD WHEN YOU PHRASE IT LIKE THAT!” Landon shouts.

“You did what to a young girl!?” The man and his crew gasp in horror.

“No, you misunderstand! We didn’t sexually groom her! We taught her wrestling moves, which meant, we had to grab and attack her so we could train her! By the way, THIS WAS ALSO CONSENSUAL!” he counters.

“Is this true your highness?” The man asks.

“Yes, he speaks the truth…” Noell admits.

“Phew! I was this close to being called a child predator…” Landon sweats.

“Though I should also add that while the grooming wasn’t sexual in nature, he did say and I quote ‘I must say, [REDACTED] is an exceptionally soft girl, every inch of her is so sweet, ripe and pleasing to the touch’.” He adds.

“HUH!?” Landon shouts.

“I believe that makes it clear that while the event was consensual and non-sexual in nature, the defendant clearly enjoyed the chance to molest and grope young girl!” Noell adds.

“What!? Is this true!?” The man asks.

“…Is it too late to add that she’s over 18?” Landon asks.

“The court won’t expect circumstantial evidence.” Noell answers.

“When did this turn boat ride turn into a courtroom trial with Noell as the prosecutor?” you ask.

“The moment Landon had to face up to his crimes, I suppose.” Flourette answers.

“Uh, if this is a court, where’s my lawyer? Don’t I have a right to an attorney?” Landon asks.

“Not if I’ve already ruled you guilty.” Noell counters.

“Wait aren’t you prosecution!? You can’t rule like a judge!” Landon points out.

“I’m judge, jury and executioner as far as you’re concerned and in my eyes, you’re already guilty.” Noell counters.

“This is Kangroo court! KANGROO COURT I TELL YOU!” Landon cries out.

“Well kangroo court or not, as truly low-down and pathetic as this man appears to be, all these actions are still not illegal.” The man counters.

“Yeah! I mean I don’t like being called pathetic, but Yeah! As long as there is consent! Jail I shall not be sent!” Landon cheers.

“Oh? As long as there’s consent you say?” Noell asks.

“Why are you asking that question so forebodingly? I don’t like the way you said that!” Landon states.

“Well then this story should be in the court’s interest, on January 12th, before the Hunter Exam began, me and the defendant participated in a friendly combat contest.” Noell starts.

“Wait…This story! You wouldn’t!” Landon begs.

“During this contest, upon meeting me, the defendant grabbed my shoulder from behind and whispered his plans to chase me and pin me down before I could escape.” He explains.

“You did what!? To the prince!?” The man shouts.

“That was just to intimidate him! I was doing my best to win the contest! I would never actually try and assault royalty in such a manner! And none of my threats were sexual in nature!” Landon counters.

“Oh really? None of your threats were sexually? Then what did you mean when you said Are you going to comply and let it happen already? I'd like this to be consensual, but if you play hard to get for any longer, I'll have to get forceful.?” Noell asks.

“Wha-!?” Landon blurts out.

“Or when you said, ‘I'm going to give you one more chance to give it up willingly.’” Noell asks.

“Uh-Um-I’m sure these quotes are being taken out of context! Those were probably jokes I made! I’m sure of it!” Landon answers.

“Oh really? Then what context are the words: Oh man you are a treat. Forget consent, I'm going to make you mine for sure now. Don't worry, I'll make sure you love all night., supposed to be used in?” Noell asks.

“Uhhhhh-Ummmmm-Uhhhhhh…” Landon can’t think anything up.

“Don’t even try and say this one was a joke, I still have bruises from when you attempted to choke me unconscious and kidnap me.” Noell shuts down.

“….” All the men holding his cage stare in silence, disgust and anger in their eyes.

“Ummmm…I promise I won’t do it again?” Landon states.

“Your highness, are we free to throw this man’s cage overboard?” The man asks.

“WAIT! NO! I’M SORRY! I DIDN”T MEAN IT! IT WAS JUST A PRANK!” Landon cries.

Noell shakes his head, “No, as terrible as his crimes are, he hasn’t earned the death sentence…yet.”

“What do you mean yet!? I don’t like the kind of foreshadowing you’re doing!” Landon shouts.

“Fine then, men, Let’s return this filth to the brig, where he can’t hurt anyone anymore.” The man suggests, all his men nodding to his order.

“Wait! Seriously! I repent! I repent for my actions! Please don’t return me to that dark place!” Landon begs.

“Shut your mouth criminal! You should be grateful to the prince that your cage hasn’t hit the salty depths yet!” One man shouts as they carry him to the door leading to the brig.

“Hey what’s this? A wanted poster?” Another asks as they see the flyer Noell made of Landon.

“Wait! No!” Landon screams.

“Figured this bastard is a wanted man! Let’s take this poster, print more and spread it all over! So everyone knows what he did!” The man suggests.

“Yeah!” All of them shout.

“NOOOOOOOOOO! WHEN WILL THIS NIGHTMARE END-!” He screams as he’s taken back.

“When it stops being so fun to see you suffer.” Noell’s sadistic laughter would make white noise torture seem pleasant

A little while after that, the checks were complete and they all hopped off the ship and returned to their posts and report back to their squadron leader.

After receiving a report and getting the all clear from his men, he turns towards the ship and speaks, “Tout est clair! Laissez-les passer!”

After he shouts those words, the steel door that had been blocking your path lowers itself slowly, a noisy alarm blaring as the gate opens up to you.

Once the gate door submerges itself into the sea floor, does your ship resume movement, you push on ahead, the gateway giving way to long dark corridor with a bright light on the other-side.

“Well if this isn’t dramatic as hell, I don’t know what is.” You note as the darkness envelops your ship, only the bright light ahead allowing you to see what’s around you.

“Just one more thing to add to the pile.” Noell berates.

“God you never skip a beat do you?” you complain.

“Not when the rhythm is so easy to follow.” He answers.

Flourette smiles, “You’re totally in sync, proof of a strong friendship.”

“Shut up! No it isn't!” Both you and Noell shout at the same time.

Flourette stifles a laugh, “Right, my mistake, I said nothing.”

You let out an annoyed growl and speak, “Anyway, what’s with this long-ass tunnel? Why are we even taking this sea route to get to a port city?”

“Cremox is an extreme mountain region, none of the land is level enough for us to build any true ports, so we’re heading to a place called Echanger, City of Travelers.” Flourette explains.

“This and many other tunnels are paths carved out of the mountains so people can travel between the various cities, since it’d be impossible to get there otherwise.” Noell chimes in.

“So, you guys mainly use tunnels to get around and you live in mountains? Hmm…Hey doesn’t that kinda make you like…” You hold yourself back.

“Make us like? Make us like what?” Flourette asks.

“Well, it’d make you like a…You know.” You imply.

“No, I don’t know. What does that make us?” she asks.

“Well, uh, you see, I don’t know if this is rude or something, like, I don’t want to be culturally insensitive, buuuuuut-“

“The moment you said but it was already too late Derrick.” Noell shakes his head.

You sigh, “I know, I was just hoping to cover my ass…”

Flourette looks deeply confused, “I’m lost, what are you trying to say Derrick?”

“He trying to find a very polite way of calling you mole-people.” Noell answers.

“What!?” Flourette’s taken aback.

“Hey! Don’t put words in my mouth!” You demand.

“It’s the truth isn’t it, that’s what you wanted to say.” He realizes.

“I mean-Yeah! But you didn’t just have to go and blurt it out man!” you shout.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the first to make the comparison, most of the Federation calls them that anyway, mostly because it’s true.” Noell states.

“That is not true, we are not mole-people! We spend most of our time above ground!” Flourette counters.

“Nowadays you do, about a 100 years ago, most of Cremox was underground, people lived in caves and built their houses in caverns.” Noell explains.

“Yes, that was true of the past! But now 90% of Cremox cities are firmly aboveground and most residents rarely ever see the inside of a cave!” She counters.

“Yes, thanks to modernization projects, but even then, a lot of their cities are still set up under mountains and even the newer cities still have underground sections, impressive for a bunch of moles right?” Noell berates.

“That’s just unreasonable, we’re progressively getting rid of the underground sections! How can we be mole people if we’re trying to escape the underground!” She counters.

“Oh sorry, I meant to say they’re a very advanced set of mole people.” Noell laughs.

“Come now young master…Derrick, don’t listen to him! We are nothing like moles! He’s just a saying that to annoy me!” Flourette corrects.

“Oh no, I was just saying it as a joke! I didn’t mean it or anything!” You explain.

“Oh it was just a just a joke, I was just trying to be fun!, I wonder how many people got in trouble saying things like that?” Noell asks.

“Hey man, at least I’m being mindful enough to apologize. If I was like Bradford, I’d be saying this shit and meaning it too!” You explains.

“You say that but you hang out with that very same man rather frequently.” Noell points out.

“That’s just because he’s a pretty good guy if you ignore his…faults.” You state.

“His many faults.” Noell counters.

“Listen man, I just want to say I didn’t mean anything by it, I can’t have people comparing me to Bradford, I have a reputation to uphold at work.” You explain.

Noell scoffs, “Oh please, as if you’re reputation in the Organization can get any worse anyway, you don’t need to worry about that.”

“What? What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well you’re already known as Mr.Three-Timer by most of the Organization for your debauch deeds, so it’s not like you can fall any lower anyway.” Noell answers.

“Mr.Three-Timer!? what the hell is that name!? The hell do you mean by debauch deeds!?” you ask.

“Well you only shared lips with a woman in-front of a crowd, made said woman fight to the death with her sister for your attention later, only to go around both their backs and have your way Etheline.” He explains.

“Wait!? You’re telling people still remember that!? And wait, you’re totally misunderstanding!” you point out.

“Misunderstanding or not, the people think you’ve got 3, possibly more girls on rotation, most of the women at the Organization see you as an enemy.” He explains.

“Is that why I keep getting random glares from women when I walk down the hallway!? I was wondering about that!” you realize.

“The only reason you aren’t a pariah at work is because scoundrels like Landon steal your spotlight. Otherwise you might be the one in the cage.” Noell explains.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever been grateful that Landon is such a damn pervert…” you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Well…Does it really matter?” Flourette questions.

“What? My reputation? Yes, it matters quite a bit! At least to me!” you answer.

“Well of course it does, but I’m asking whether the opinions of random women matter to you. I mean, are you even looking for someone?” Flourette asks.

What do you say?

>Not at the moment…

>I’m interested in getting with someone…

>>4233041
>>Not at the moment…

>>4233064

>No time for pussy when you're saving the world!

>Posting.

“Well…I’m a bit too busy just trying to survive to really care…” You answer.

“Then it doesn’t matter does it.” Noell points out.

“Yes, it damn well does! Getting glared at randomly by women is very disheartening you know!” you counter.

“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t done anything to earn the ire of my female companions.” He counters.

“Yeah but that’s because you have basically no companions! Bar myself and your poor maid and we barely put up with your bullshit!” you counter.

“Well yes…but at least that doesn’t mean I get glared at or insulted randomly.” He lords over you.

“Yeah, because it’s usually you doing all the glaring and random insulting…” You counter.

“What was that? How dare say such a thing about me, you worthless piece of garbage!” He says with a glare.

“Oh nothing…” you shake your head.

“What the hell are you kids talking about over here and why do I get the feeling it’s horny?” Okabe approaches.

“It’s because we were talking about Derrick’s sex life and asking him how many women he has on rotation.” Noell answers.

“Hey now hold on! That’s true, but you make it sounds really bad when you phrase it like that!” you counter.

“So, the rumors were true then? I always kinda figured you got around the block with the way you chat up girls…” Okabe states.

“I do not chat up women! This is one huge misunderstanding!” you counter.

Okabe puts a hand on your shoulder, “Hey kid, I’m ain’t gonna judge you just cause you’re a player with a few on the side. Just make you don’t get stabbed at work, I hate cleaning blood off the floor.”

“I swear to god, why can’t I ever clear up this misunderstanding…!” You groan.

“Stuff like this follows you all your life kid, trust me, I know.” Okabe nods.

“Anyway, we’re reaching the end of this stupidly long tunnel, so eyes forward, you’re about to get your first glimpse of an Ochiman city.” Okabe points ahead.

“Huh? What do you mean-“

Before you even get to ask, you turn your head up to be washed away by the light at the end of the tunnel as you reach the otherside.

For a moment, the light blinds you from seeing anything, but the in the next…

A whole new world is opened up to you.

“What….” Is all you can say as you lay witness.

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Your eyes lay upon what can only be called a fantastical metropolis, with an emphasis on metro.

As your boat exits the tunnel, you enter a long water canal that takes you through a large city of marble and stone, a city that made up of so many buildings, tall and stout, with pipes and bridges interconnecting them.

The place almost feels like a massive jigsaw puzzle looking from left to right, you see so many people walking so many different paths, you almost feel like you’re brain is undergoing the Gerstenfeld effect.

PHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOO!

But it’s not the foot traffic that has you truly blown away, it’s the trains you see riding off in every direction using the various bridges and rails.

There are trains moving everywhere, through the archways, across the streets, through the buildings, some even have rails suspended in the air and they ride through the sky in strange, upside-down trains.

“What…The…Hell…” It all leaves you so very overwhelmed that you cannot even properly express your surprise.

As you’re completely blown away, Flourette steps out in front of you all and holds her arms wide and her smile wider.

“Welcome my friends to the trading hub of Ochima and the metro-capital of continent! Welcome to the city of Echanger!” She opens.

Time: 12:22 PM, High Noon

Location: Ochima, Cremox Region, Echanger City, Floating across the Canal.

Clap…Clap…Clap.. While you stand around amazed beyond words, Noell does a slow, sarcastic clap with a bored expression on his face.

“Why thank you for telling us what we already knew, my worthless assistant, now if you could stop stating the obvious, that would be excellent.” Noell states.

“Oh, come now Young master! I was just setting the mood!” She counters.

“And now I’m ruining that mood, because it’s stupid.” He states.

“Oh, young master...Do you really have to be such a sourpuss?” She asks.

Noell walks up and grabs her by one of her pigtails, “I’ll show you exactly how sour I can be, now get over here.” He says as he drags her back.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay, okay I get! Just don’t pull so hard! I’ll moan-I mean-! Groan with pain!” She explains.

“And you! Didn’t I already tell you not to gape like drooling invalid at every little thing?” Noell shouts at you.

“How do you expect me not to react to something like this!? This is amazing! I’ve never seen anything like this!” you praise.

Flourette nods with a smile, “Yes, yes, beyond your expectations isn’t it? There’s no problem if you keep on heaping the praise.”

Noell yanks her hair again, “Ahhn-! That’s good…yeah, harder…I mean-! Stop! No! Ow! Ow! That really hurts!”

“What the hell is all this!? Where are all these trains coming from!?” You’re too busy looking at the scenery to listen to whatever those two are saying.

“If it’s the trains that have you so enchanted, fret not. We’re going to their base of operations.” Noell explains as he lets Flourette go.

She straightens out her hair as she speaks, “This canal we’re moving down will lead us right into Chermin der fer station.”

“The what station?” you ask.

“That one.” Okabe points out to a massive, towering fortress of a building at the center of the city, from it innumerable railways and trains come in from journeys before going off again.

“That’s a train station? I thought it was city hall or something!” you counter.

“It might as well be. For this city, that building is essential for it’s continued existence, from there intra-continental travel, trade and commerce are all done from that building.” Noell explains.

“It’s the biggest train-station in all of Ochima and from here, you can reach virtually any other city in the country, thus it’s title, City of travelers” Okabe adds.

“Oh, you’re rather well-informed Mr.Okabe, how’d you know?” Flourette asks.

“I like to do my research on places before I visit, that’s why nothing so far has yet to surprise me.” He explains.

“If only others would follow in your example.” Noell shoots a glance your way, you return it with a glare.

Okabe smiles, “But even so, this really is amazing, I heard how intricate and complex the architecture in this place was, but seeing up close is truly something…”

“Thank you very much, I’m always glad to see people say such positive things about my homeland.” Flourette smiles.

“Well when it looks this amazing, it’s only natural! There must be so many amazing things to see, new culture to learn!” You point out.

“You sound like a tourist, don’t forget we’re here for a reason Derrick, once we reach the station, you won’t get to sightsee much longer.” Noell warns.

“I know, know, so let me just take in the view will you…” You walk up towards the wall of the ship and watch as the city passes you by.

You see people walking the streets, going about their daily lives, they’re dressed in rather fancy wear, adorning themselves in long coats, wearing frocks and business suits and even top hats.

“Damn, the people here dress to impress! Are we in the rich district or something?” you ask.

“Oh no, such wear is just the considered common in Cremox. The people believe what you wear defines what you are, so be sure to present your best self!” Flourette answers.

“So Cremoxians are really fashion conscious huh? Good to know and here I am in nothing but a bartender’s outfit…” You shake your head.

“Well I’m dressed in nothing but a maid’s uniform and Mr.Okabe and master Noell are in their combat uniforms, so worry not, you don’t stick out.” She assures.

“How very reassuring…And also, I get why Okabe’s dressed for a fight, but why did you come here dressed for war Noell?” you ask.

“I’m saving myself the trouble of changing later, these clothes are also much easier to move around in.” He answers.

“Shouldn’t a prince be more mindful of what he wears? You’re representing your country aren’t you?” you counter.

Noell clicks his tongue, “How meaningless, my clothes will not lead the citizens, put food in their mouths or stop those that would do them harm.”

“You say that, but you really just have no fashion sense do you?” Okabe asks.

“I won’t be hearing about fashion from a man who forgets to put his pants on in the mornings!” Noell counters.

“At least I have an excuse.” Okabe states.

“Oh, shut your mouth, I don’t have to deal with this, I don’t have to deal with any of you.” Noell counters.

“Yeah you only have to deal with everyone judging you for your fashion sense, or your lack of it.” Okabe snickers.

“Say another word and it won’t just be your memories that end up missing.” Noell threatens.

“Scary, Scary…” Okabe laughs as he relents.

“God you people never calm down, do you? Why can’t you be like me and just enjoy the sights…Huh?” You notice something as the boat drifts towards what looks like a drawbridge that has been pulled up.

On the drawbridge, there is a sign written in a language you can’t read. But by the appearance, you can discern the bridge must be up for maintenance and that’s why it’s up.

But that’s not what’s caught your attention, what’s caught your attention is that in the distance, something is approaching this closed down bridge, A figure rather large and moving very fast.

Hey…! Hey…! the figure shouts, though barely audible, reach your from the distance.

“Huh…What is that? Is that a person? No…it’s way too big…What are they saying?” You ask as you lean in to take a closer look at it.

Hey! Foreigner you need to…!... Hey! as you lean in closer, you can almost make out what they’re saying.

Flourette turns to look at what you’re looking at and speaks, “Huh…? Oh, wait…wait! That’s-! Derrick no! Move away from there!”

“Huh? What do you mean? What is that?” Flourette seems to figure out what it before you do and so you turn your head towards her and away from the rapidly approaching figure.

“I’ll explain in a moment! For, now get away! You’re standing in a very bad spot, move now!” She orders.

“Bad spot? How is this a bad-“ You turn to look back and notice that in the few seconds you looked away, the figure has gotten extremely close and you can now make out who, or rather, what they are.

“Hey! Foreigner! Get out of the way! Hey!” Shouts a man on the back of a 7ft tall boar-like creature that races down the street at an absurd speed for it’s hulking size.

“What the hell is that!?” You shout in surprise.

You don’t get to stay surprised very long though, as the boar reaches the broken down bridge and leaps skyward, once again astounding you with its athletic ability in spite of it’s size, it clears the 10ft tall drawn up bridge.

“Holy shit!?” You shout as you watch the boar’s body block out the Noon sun, casting a shadow over you, as it leaps overhead.

It’s massive body soars through the air with hooves outstretched as it then attempts to carry that momentum so it can clear the over 10ft long gap between the two banks of the canal.

However, even with all it’s acrobatic skill and surprising aerodynamicy, this is a feat it cannot accomplish as it begins to fall down half-way through.

And as falls, it’s massive 7ft tall, almost 10ft wide frame comes barreling down on the ship and more specifically.

“…Oh no.” Right on top of you.

How do you react?

>Dodge the beast before it can flatten you.

>Catch and hold the beast before it can crash into the ship.

>Counter its momentum and strike the beast away from the ship.

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>Counter its momentum and strike the beast away from the ship.

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>Counter its momentum and strike the beast away from the ship.

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>Knock that piggy sky high!

>Writing...

You panic a little as you see the giant beast descend upon you, it's overwhelming size and weight crashing down on you like a big, meaty meteor.

But it only takes another moment for you to clear your mind, pushing down all unnecessary thoughts and focusing everything on taking a strong, solid stance and honing your reflexes for the moment of impact.

"Derrick! What are you doing!? You need to move-!" Flourette, terrified to see you're still standing in the same position as impending doom comes right down on top of you, rushes forward in the hopes of pushing you out of the way.

But you know she won't make it on time. Fast as she is, she isn't as fast as 2-tons of falling pork. However, you are.

"Hmmmm..."Time seems to slow to a stand-still as you take a swift breath in and activate your aura. To bolster your defense and attack as best you can.

And then, literally a second before you're turned into a pancake by the oversized pig, is when you decide to move. And when you move, Twisting out of the way gracefully and quickly before you're flattened to dust.

Your swift dodge takes you from just under the beast's massive belly and right beside it's flank and before it can crash into the ship, possibly capsizing it.

You "Wha-!?" Even Flourette is shocked as stops dashing and sees you reappear just adjacent to the falling beast a moment later, your combat stance still primed and ready.

"Hahhhhh...." You breathe out as you release the power you were storing up.

POW! With enough force that the impact of your fist audibly breaks through the air and into the boar's flank, your fist digs into it's thick fur and reaches the flesh underneath, striking it so hard it goes flying back into the air and away from the ship.

"BREWHHHHHHHHH!" The boar howls, the force your punch knocking the wind from it's lungs as it soars over to the otherside of the bridge and rolls safely once it lands, albeit much more docile now that it's been hit with that much force.

"My god! What strength! How did he do that!?" A nearby crew member who bore witness to your strength shouts.

"That monster must have weighed tons! But he sent it bloody flying anyway! Who is this foreigner!?" Another questions.

"I would appreciate if you didn't call my Gardien de Maison a monster!" The man that was riding the back of the beast shouts as you pass on by.

He then waves over to you, "Sorry about that Foreigner! She got really riled up since we were late for her pedicure! I won't bill you for her medical fees as thanks!"

You wave back, "Sure! Just don't go rushing unto people's ships again! You won't get so lucky next time!"

"Got it! Thanks! Now how am I going to haul you to the veterinarians..." He asks himself as you sail away.

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Flourette runs up to you, a pout on her face, "That was absurdly reckless! You haven't even healed from the last battle and you're pulling such crazy stunts!" She scolds.

You hold the back of your head, "Sorry, you're right, I just tried something crazy didn't I? There was no telling whether I had enough strength to actually pull that off..."

"But you did...Mind telling me how?" Noell says as he apporaches, an impressed look in his eyes.

"I...am not sure. How did I pull that off just now?" you ask yourself.

"The answer's simple. Your training's paying off." Okabe answers for you.

"Really? I know I just pulled that off, but I don't feel that much more different than I did before..." you point out.

"That because it's becoming natural for you to fight at full strength. You used your Nen to add to the power of your strike right?" Okabe asks.

"Oh yeah...I just ended up using it without really thinking about it...Just seemed right." You answer.

"That just right feeling is first sign to show you're getting better at fighting like a Hunter. Soon enough, even feats like these will start to feel mundane to you." Okabe explains.

"Hot damn, so the training really is paying off...Though I do have something to ask." you state.

"What?" He questions.

"What's that Garden de Mayonnaise that guy that passed just mentioned?" you ask.

"I see your body grows stronger but your mind stays the stay, worthless and uncultured." Noell berates.

"Well sorry for not understanding why people are riding giant fucking boars around town! What is this, some kind of Cremoxian thing!?" you ask.

"Yes, it is actually." Flourette answers.

"Wait you actually ride boars around town? That was a joke..." You comment.

"Not that part! The Gardien De Maison is what I was referring to!" She corrects.

"Oh! Okay! Tell me all about this garden salad!" you ask.

She sighs, “Now I know you're mishearing on purpose...listen, A Gardien de Maison or House Guardian are special animals that noble houses own and use as status symbols; you can think of them as living House crests.” She explains.

"So they're symbols of the nobility...wait, that last guy was a noble?" you ask.

"You couldn't tell just by looking at him?" Noell asks.

"How the hell am I supposed to that? Everyone here looks the same!" You complain.

Noell narrows his eyes at you, "Weren't you saying something about not being culturally insensitive before?"

"Shit I just realized how bad that sounds! Damn it, I really have been hanging out with Bradford too long..." You shake your head.

"Who cares, if it really bothers you, I'll put you through sensitivity training later or something. For now, don't we have more important things to focus on?" Okabe asks.

Flourette nods, "Right, it's only about 30 minutes before we port at the station. I must prepare our luggage!" She says as she rushes off to deal with her maidly obligations.

"Oh! Speaking of which I got to arrange my own things as well...Once I remember where they are anyway..." Okabe says as he wanders off.

"And I have literally anything better to do than stand here and talk to you, I'm going catch up on my book." Noell says as he turns his back on you.

You feel a pang of annoyance, (Man, since I got dropped here before getting back home, I don't have any luggage or things to arrange...Even my precious Harley got taken back by Vanilla...I hope she doesn't take it to a chop shop or something I swear to god I'll kill her if she does...)

As you wonder on the state of your precious motorcycle, you suddenly remember something else, "Oh yeah! Noell, what about Landon? He's still stuck in the brig right?" you ask.

He turns back to you, "Oh the dog? Yes, what of it?"

"Well...Now that we're porting, shouldn't we let him out so he can come with us?" you ask.

He scoffs, "Oh don't worry, I've arranged for him to be able to come with us."

"Oh? How?" you ask.

"He'll be carried out with the rest of the ship's goods and loaded unto our train...as Luggage." Noell answers as he walks away.

You look on terrified, "Man am I glad Landon wasn't around to hear that...I wonder how he's doing down in the brig?"

>Down below deck.

In a dark, wet cell, flanked by two quiet and intimidating guards, Landon sits in his cage, locked behind two sets of bars as the ship rocks back and forth down the canal.

The cell is far from the cleanest around, with it's dripping roofs, unsanitary latrine and dirty floors. But the only thing worse than the cell's smell or look, is how intense the boat's rocking is at this level.

"Bleh...Oh god I think I'm getting sea sick, can either you let me out so I can use the toilet, I think I'm going to hurl..." Landon complains.

"..." The guards do not respond.

He sighs, “…What did I do to deserve this…?” Landon asks, his heart breaking.

“Be born.” One guard answers.

“Oh so you can speak after-all...and yes, I’m starting to regret that yes, but I am getting out…right?” He asks again.

"..." The guards do not answer.

"Back to the cold shoulder? I swear no one here has a heart! All I did was molest a few people! You all act like you haven't molested someone before!" He shouts.

"We haven't." They both answer in unison.

"Hmph! You two are no fun...Well I suppose I should get back to counting bars, I’ve almost reached 10,000! How exciting!” Landon looks on the bright side as the boat moves to port.

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Time: 1:02 PM, Afternoon.

Location:Ochima, Cremox, Echanger city, Chermin de fer Metro Station

After another 30 or so minutes of drifting down the canal, your boat arrives in the Metro station, where the sailors drop anchor as they prepare to haul and carry their goods off to be sold, taking you along for the ride.

You thank the sailors for their aid as you step off the ship and into the lobby of the massive metro station.

Railways and trains stretch off into every possible direction, people crowd ticket booths and lines to step unto their desired train, steel rebar and glass make up the intricately designed roof of the station, their beauty only dwarfed by the designs on various paintings on the walls or the burnt glass above the ticket booths.

“Damn, there’s so many trains…so many people…How do we know which one we’re supposed to take?” You ask as you, Noell, Flourette and Okabe walk through the busy crowds of the lobby.

“Since Cremox is the centermost region in all of Ochima, it has access to build pathways to every possible corner of Ochima. The possible routes in this station number well into the 100s.” Flourette explains.

“This station is home to one the world’s biggest railroad networks. Picking one out of the lot to travel on is often difficult for those new to the region.” She adds.

“Which is why we actually have someone picking us up and leading the way for us.” Noell explains.

“Why am I not surprised a rich kid like you gets a pick-up? Let me guess, it’s the head of your butler troupe here to lead us to the castle.” You joke.

“Actually…it is. How’d you know?” Noell asks.

“Wait I’m right? Holy shit, you’re such atypical rich kid it’s not even funny!” you laugh.

“What’s so laughable about me being picked up by the head of my house butlers? He’s a very trustworthy and respectable man.” He counters.

“It’s funny cause it’s so damn outlandish! You actually have a house full of butlers to pick you up! How the hell are you real man!?” you ask, dying of laughter.

“Is that really so strange?? Flourette, is it that odd to have your butler pick you up?” Noell he asks.

“Of course not young master, it’s perfectly normal for someone of your standing to have a host of servants ready to pick you up.” She answers.

Noell nods, “Precisely, I have no idea what this pissant is saying, there’s nothing out-of-the-ordinary about this, I lead a perfectly normal life.”

Flourette nods, “Yes young master, now I believe it’s time for your afternoon tea break, would you like me to find a brewing station before we leave?”

Noell shakes his head, “It breaks my heart to go without my afternoon Earl Grey, but alas, we’re in a bit of a hurry, so I will restrain myself.”

“As you wish Master.” Flourette bows to him.

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Okabe gives him a wry stare, “Hey Noelle, has anyone ever told you that you might lack self-awareness?”

“Me? Lacking self-awarness? Ridiculous, I barely lack a thing, let alone self-awarness!” He counters.

“Yeah that’s kinda of my point actually…Oh you know what, nevermind, you’re totally normal Young Master” Okabe relents.

“Why do I sense a sarcastic energy about your statement? It’s annoying enough to have you two berating me over basically nothing, I don’t need your sarcasm on top of it.” Noell counters.

“Oh well sorry your high and mightiness! I’m just can’t get over the fact that you’re actually about to get chauffeured home by your butler to your personal castle! Hell, just saying that shit out loud sounds like a joke!” You laugh.

Noell sighs, “It is rare for me to find myself so totally lost in a conversation. I do not comprehend, is it really that funny?”

“It is! I can already see it! I bet he’s this tall, stoic old man, hair in a ponytail, with two servants at his side and his name is like…I dunno…Lawerance or some shit!” you guess.

“….” Noell is left speechless.

“Man, it’d be the fucking day when I see something that crazy!”

As you say that, you notice in the distance, 2 men dressed in butler wear and 1 woman dressed in a maid’s uniform, with one man standing out in particular.

He’s a tall stoic man, in his late 50’s to early 60’s, hair in a ponytail, flanked by two servants at his side.

As you approach, he bows to all of you and speaks, “Good day to you Young master Noell and friends, my name is Lawerance Rutland, I am the head of the butlers of House Cromwell.”

“….” You’re left speechless.

“How are you so good at predicting the future Derrick? Are you some kind of clairvoyant?” Noell asks.

“Not that I recall…” You state.

“Well I guess it’s just the fucking day then.” Okabe states.

Lawerance raises his head from his bow and speaks, “It is a pleasure to meet you all. But the greatest pleasure is seeing you again, master Noell.” He bows once more to Noell.

“Raise your head Lawerance, I want to see your eyes, not the back of your head.” He demands.

“Apologies young master, it simply has been far too long since I’ve last seen you, I couldn’t help but bow.” He smiles as he raises his head.

“You say that, but it’s barely been 2 months since we’ve seen each other last.” He counters.

“Yes, but I worry, what if in those 2 months, some harm had befallen you? Or worse? My poor heart ached at the thought.” He explains.

Noell scoffs, “Your worry is misplaced, In my travels, I can count on one hand the number of warriors I met capable of even touching me, let alone beating me.”

“As expected of the young master, your combat prowess is without equal!” Lawerance bows once more.

(As is the size of his ego…) you think.

Noell shakes his head, “Did I not just tell you to refrain from bowing to me? Or do you want me to start counting the number of baldspots on your head?” he asks.

“No need for such a thing young master for they are not there.” Lawerance raises his head almost as quickly as he denies Noell’s claim.

“Not there? Oh Lawerance…you know it’s not good to deny reality.” Noell states.

“What reality? The only reality here is my head of hair that’s just as full now as it was in my younger days.” He counters.

“In your younger days as I recall, you only had 10 baldspots, which now seems to have doubled to 20, so your full head seems to have a few holes in it…” Noell points out.

The two servants beside Lawerance giggle a little as Lawerance goes stiff with shame, “Y-Young master, please refrain from such jokes in public…”

“Jokes? I am simply stating facts Lawerance. Speaking of facts, I don’t remember you having a ponytail when we met last, did you get hair extensions? Again-?”

“AHEM anyway young master, are you certain no troubles or harm befell you during your trip?” he asks cutting him off.

“Nothing of too much note, the swordmanship you taught me is impeccable, so I overcame any and all trials that came my way, thanks to you.” Noell answers.

Lawerance bows again, “Your words are too kind young master.”

“Oh nevermind, it’s actually 22 bald spots now.” Noell points out.

“YOUNG MASTER!!” Lawerance shouts as the two of them go back and forth once again.

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“They seem pretty close…” Okabe whispers.

“That seems close to you? Seems more he’s used to Noell’s verbal abuse.” You counter.

“Master Noell is only that brutal with his insults towards people he likes. The harsher the abuse, the more he likes you.” Flourette explains.

“That’s some sadistic-ass affection…” You comment.

“Yes, but Mr.Okabe is correct, Lawerance is one of the few people that Master Noell can open up to besides myself, he’s a good man and an even better friend.” Flourette says with a broad smile.

“Oh? What’s the story between the two?” you ask.

“He’s one of the oldest members of the servant’s corps. He was Master Noell’s personal servant before me and he was the one that taught him swordmanship.” She answers.

“He’s the one that taught Noell that crazy fighting style of his? That old man?” you ask.

Okabe scoffs, “Hey now kid, don’t go underestimating people just cause they got a few wrinkles here and there- “ His eyes sharpen as he gives Lawerance a once over while he’s chatting with Noell.

“I can tell this guy’s no joke. Even by my standards he’s strong.” Okabe realizes.

“A good eye, Lawerance is one of the strongest warriors in the country, a former solider, he was given the title The Black-Iron Knight during his service days.” Flourette explains.

You give a confused look, “The guy’s a military vet? What was his rank before he became a butler?” you ask.

“Commander General, the highest rank attainable by any military officer.” Flourette answers.

“Damn, he really does sound like a bigshot and Noell got trained by this guy? Just how strong is he really?” you ask of Okabe.

Okabe looks at him once more, “Hmmm…I can’t really put it into words, the only thing I can really describe him as is…Stupidly strong”

“What does that even mean? Can you compare him to something?” you question.

He shrugs, “The only I can really compare him to is myself. And if I were to fight him…shit, I can’t even tell if I can beat him or not.” Okabe explains.

Your eyes open in surprise, “S-Seriously? Damn, this old man really is no joke…”

You then lean into Okabe and whisper, “…Is he a Nen user?”

“If he is…He’s hiding it really well. His aura looks like a normal person’s to me.” Okabe whispers back.

“What? Then how can you say he’s so strong, what’s telling you?” you ask.

“Experience. I’ve fought to the death enough times to tell someone who can kill me out from a crowd in a single glance.” Okabe answers.

He then scowls with a dark expression, “And I can tell just looking at him, this old man has probably killed more people then I can count…No…Too many to count… ”

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“What…?” you blurt out.

“Come on now, quiet down you two, if you’re that curious about him, wait until Master Noell and him are done chatting and talk to him yourselves.” Flourette suggests.

“Right…” You nod and think as you linger on Okabe’s words.

(He’s killed more people then he can count? Well he is a solider so that’s to be expected…But something about the way he phrased that seemed…) You think

“-Enough about your hopeless Hairline, who are these two?” your thoughts are cut off as Noell points to the two servants flanking Lawerance.

“hahhh… Ah yes, I’ve neglected to mention them, haven’t I?” He says as he regains his regal composure.

“These pair are from the newest batch of servants to join the Corp, on my left, Hansel Klein.” He points to Hansel, a young, black-haired man, with a face that almost makes him seem boyish if not for his manly body.

He does a regal bow in a swift, perfect motion, “It’s an honor to meet you Master Noell and a pleasure to make your acquaintance, friends of the young master.” He raises back up in an equally perfect motion.

Noell nods, “My aren’t you formal? You only just graduated from training, haven’t you?”

Hansel is a little taken aback, “Yes, just two months ago, how could tell?” He asks.

“Your overly-perfect stance…your far too polite tone…Not to mention your smell.” Noell answers.

“M-My smell? Master, do smell strange? I could’ve sworn I applied as much deodorant as I possibly could when I woke up…” He explains.

“You did, I can tell, that’s what I mean. You have the scent of a man who’s far too conscious of what I might think of you. You just reek of that grassy green, fresh-out-of-training smell.” Noell discerns.

“I-Is that a bad thing young master?” He asks.

“Not in the slightest, it simply means you're young and ready for work. Nice to meet you Hansel.” Noell greets.

“Oh! Thank you young master…The way you spoke worried me that you might have found fault with me…” He sweats a little.

Lawerance laughs, “Oh yes, since he was but a little boy, the young master has always been cursed with a having a deadly serious tone and demeanor! Makes him seem so hostile and mean doesn’t it?” He asks.

“I would never say such a thing! The Master doesn’t seem mean or scary in any fashion!” Hansel denies.

“No said anything about being scary, you were just thinking that were you not?” Noell questions.

“Uh-I-Certainly not! I mean, maybe a little…” Hansel nods with hesitance.

“Ah…So you think I’m scary do you…?” Noell’s voice is quiet yet angry and his scowl turns into a glare sharp enough that it almost looks murderous.

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“O-O-O-OF COURSE NOT SIR! YOU AREN”T FRIGHTENING IN THE LEAST!” Hansel goes rigid with fear.

“Well no matter, I’m aware I have a hard time making nice faces, if I look scary that’s only to be expected. Thank you for your honesty.” Noell states in a calm voice.

“R-Right…Thank you Master…” Hansel seems exasperated.

“Don’t worry boy, you’ll get used to him in time. So fix yourself child, your shaking legs look unsightly.” Lawerance orders.

“Yes sir!” Hansel corrects his stance and stills his shaky legs.

“Alright then, now who’s the maid?” Noell asks, pointing to the young red-headed maid, who holds her head down and shivers ever so lightly as she tries to make herself as small as possible.

“Oh her? This young woman’s name is Gretal Yunzbane, she’s one of the newest maids who I’ve been administering personal training to along with Hansel.” Lawerance answers.

“Is that right? And what has this wall-flower done to earn personal training from you?” Noell asks.

“Well...She’s a talented youth, but she suffers from…let’s call it, Social Anxiety” Lawerance answers.

“Social Anxiety? Is that so? How bad?” Noell questions.

“It’s best she tells you herself. Go on Gretal, inform the young master of your condition…Gretal?” Lawerance looks back to Gretal to see she’s not listening.

“Gretal? Oh Gretal? Can you hear me?” Lawerance calls softly to the maid as she holds her head down and mumbling.

“Oh heavens above…!Oh heavens above…! What am I going to say when it’s my turn…!? I have no idea how to introduce myself! And he seems so scary! What if he says something mean to me! I’m scared! I’m so scared…!Scared…!Scared…!” She mumbles incoherently.

“Gretal? Gretal! It’s your time to speak!” Lawerance waves a hand in front of her face and catches her attention.

“WHAT!? Already!? I thought I had more time-!” She springs up her in a panic and looks around.

“You seem rather high-strung.” Noell says to her.

“No sir! I’m not high-strung! I’m calm! I’M VERY CALM!!” She shouts.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” Noell comments.

“Nice to meet you young master! I hope we get along-! Wait that doesn’t work, I need to tell you my name! I’m, Uh, Bretal Brunsbane-! Wait no! I mean Gretal! I MEAN GRETAL!” She introduces.

“I heard your name already, you don’t need to tell me.” Noell informs.

“Oh really!? I’m so sorry, I just wasted your time didn’t I!? I’m so, so very sorry, it won’t happen again! I beg of you forgive me!” She bows her head rapidly.

“It isn’t that big a deal. Calm down.” Noell states.

“But It is a big deal! Your my Master and I would dare waste your time! Oh Lord I’m so stupid! I can’t believe our first meeting is going so terribly! It’s a wonder how I even got through basic training like this! I’m always making such stupid mistakes! I’m so very very very sorry, I beg of you to -“

Noell holds a hand up, “Shut your mouth.” He orders.

“Mph!” She throws her hands over her mouth and nose to stop herself from speaking.

“Okay Lawerance, I now understand what you meant by condition, she seems…in need of much help.” Noell comments.

Lawerance sighs, “Indeed, she’s so very hard on herself you see. She’s does very good work in regards to chores or cooking. But when it comes to service which requires her to speak to others…”

“She’s a trainwreck in motion.” Noell declares.

“…Yes Master.” Lawerance nods.

Noell sighs, “Well no matter, if you’re being trained by Lawerance, you’ll overcome this anxiety of yours in time. Just keep at it alright?”

“…” Gretal keeps her hands over her mouth and nose.

“Hey? Did you not hear me? I said, keep at it.” He repeats.

“…” She continues to remain silent.

“Now don’t be rude Ms.Gretal! When our master speaks to you, you must always respond-Oh?” Lawerance moves into grab and scold the maid, but once he touches her, he notices something strange.

“What is it?” Noell asks.

“She…Is not breathing.” Lawerance informs.

“Excuse me…? Oh” Noell questions, but then he looks upon her face and notices she’s gone purple from lack of oxygen.

“It appears when she shut her mouth and nose, since you never told her let go and breathe, she continued to hold her breath until she fainted.” Lawerance realizes.

“Oh no…Not again…” Hansel groans in the background.

Noell holds his head down in his palm, “This one needs work…Much work.”

“Indeed.” Lawerance smacks her on the back, waking her up and making her inhale sharply.

“Hah…hah…hah…Am I…Alive…?” She asks while panting.

“Yes, whether that’s a good thing or not, remains to be seen.” Noell answers.

“Oh no…I fainted again didn’t I…” She realizes.

“Yes, your terrible habit acted up…again.” Hansel explains.

“I fainted in my first meeting with the young master…How ever am I going to live with myself…” She asks in pure despair.

“Perhaps by trying again and this time, keep your introduction 20 words or less…And don’t faint.” Noell suggests.

“Right…My name is Gretal Yunzbane, newest member to servant corps…nice to meet you young master and his friends, I still have a long ways to go…I hope we get along…” She introduces.

Lawerance gives her a worried look, “Gretal…That was 30 words.” He scolds.

She holds her head down and groans, “I still have a very long ways to go…”

The 3 of them share a collective sigh as the rest of you watch, “Man, these Servant Corps guys are…real eccentric huh?” you comment.

“More like real weridoes, seem fun to be around though. But they can really make good servants?” Okabe asks.

“The men and women of the servant corps aim and train to give the highest form of service to their masters.” Flourette states.

“Whether it be in serving and preparing meals, handling household chores, acting as a friend and confidant…They even specialize in combat training as to act as their master’s sword and shield.” She explains.

“Even combat? They almost sound like a military unit.” You comment.

“In a certain sense, they are. The ranks are mainly made up of retired soldiers or young middle class men and women who are using the Corps as a gateway to join the military with a higher rank.” Flourette explains.

“You saying those two have plans to join the military?” you ask.

“Them? Probably not. They’re a part of the rare few who genuinely just want to serve the royal family, most others though just use the Corps as a stepping stone.” She answers.

“Is joining the military that appealing?” Okabe asks.

“Joining the military in Brenho is one of the only surefire way to launch your family to nobility, distinguished soldiers and officers are paid hefty salaries and highly respected by the whole country.” She answers.

“Damn really? I know you guys kept telling me this place was militarized as hell, but it’s still crazy to hear that kind of thing…” You comment.

“Is it that strange? How do the people of Yorbia treat their soldiers?” Flourette asks.

“Like shit.” Okabe snorts.

“Is that…so?” Flourette looks baffled.

“Unfortunately, yes.” You nod, remembering all the ways the government screwed over Rickard and Reynauld.

While you’re all chatting, Lawerance looks over to you all and speaks, “So you are all Master Noell’s comrades, Noell has written much about all of you.”

“He has?” Okabe questions.

“Yes, going by the description, I believe you are Mr.Okabe Shinkai? A war veteran now turned trainer for the Association, am I correct?” he asks.

“The one and only.” He nods.

“I also hear you have something of a memory problem?” He asks.

“I don’t have a memory problem, I just have a hard time remembering things that don’t interest me. My memory is completely fine otherwise.” He answers.

“Is that so?” Lawerance questions.

“Yes it is, now more importantly. Who are you again?” He asks.

“I am…Lawerance Rutland, did you not hear me the first time?” He asks back.

“What? You introduced yourself already? Oh yeah, now I remember! You’re Joel Blyden right!?” He asks.

“That…is not even close to my name.” He corrects.

“It isn’t? But I’m so sure I know it, it’s like I just heard it…” He thinks.

“That’s because you just did Mr.Okabe.” Flourette corrects.

“Ah yes, and of course Ms.Flourette Rutland, head of the Maids and my replacement as the young master’s personal assistant. I hear your service has been of great help to our young master during his travel.” He smiles.

She bows to him, “I am just doing my duty as the young master’s servant, I am undeserving of praise.” She states.

“Oh, don’t kid yourself my lady. There is no end to the good things the young master says about you.” Lawerance laughs.

“R-Really…?” Flourette questions, blown back by the words.

“He tells me you are his greatest servant, friend and confidant, that it is your presence that motivates him to get through the day and just being around you is the ultimate stress relief to him.” He explains.

Flourette looks amazed, “Is that true…? Young master?”

He turns away, “I only wrote what was true.”

“Young master….” Flourette clasps her hands as she looks enchanted by him

You simply look at this scene, utterly baffled, (What the fuck, he actually wrote nice things about her? With all the abuse he heaps on, I expected him to be equally mean about her to her peers, something’s off…)

“Though he also writes you are something a klutz, a bit pig-headed and sometimes slow on the uptake.” He adds.

“Ah…” Flourette’s enchanted look fades.

(Ah, there we go, that’s more what I was expected.) you feel content, all is right.

“The house of Cromwell, expects readiness and clear-headedness from their servants at all times to ensure the best possible service to our masters. Your service is excellent, but still needs work young lady, don’t disgrace the Rutland name.” He scolds.

“Right as always Sir…I’ll ensure it doesn’t happen again…” She holds her head down in shame.

“Hey, tell me if I forgot, but why do Florence and Joel have the same last name?” Okabe questions.

“The only thing you’ve forgotten is our actual names. But if you must know Lawerance is…A benefactor of mine, something like a guardian.” Flourette answers.

“So you’re not actually related by blood?” He questions.

“Indeed, I took Miss Flourette under my wing some 6 years ago was it?” He asks of Flourette.

“Yes and I am forever grateful that you did.” She answers with a smile.

He smiles back at her, “Well if you are grateful, continue to improve yourself as a servant, you are Master Noell’s personal aid, lack-luster effort won’t cut it.” He scolds.

“Of course Sir. Lawerance, I will live up to yours and Master Noell’s hopes.” She bows.

He chuckles, “No need for the Sir, you are no longer under my tutelage.”

(Damn, did he just Scold Flourette the perfect maid? These two seem to have a history between them too, I wonder how they met…) you ponder.