Prologue
"The God Generals must always
be at peak physical performance.
Therefore, each is undergoing hard training
to strengthen their strengths and cover for their weaknesses.
However, after all this time and training, the changes brought on
are undocumented. As the knowledge would be of great
help when devising strategies, all
God Generals but Dist the Reaper will attend a specialized testing day
in which all aspects of their physical fitness are to be assessed."
Largo read Vans letter out loud. The Young tempest slumped even further into the table
and buried his face in his harms, causing his mask to clatter to the table.
"How troublesome…" He muttered. "He's right though… we don't actually have any facts about each others performance…"
Legretta said and brought a thoughtful hand to her chin. "I hope we don't have to lift things…" The Wild murmured from behind her
stuffed creature. She was clearly nervous. Largo only scoffed. "Hey Sync, Make sure you don't cry when you realize how superior I am to you."
Ash smirked and shot a challenging glance at the other God General, who's ears sprung at his comrades comment.
"What was that?!" He snapped and donned his mask as his rose from his seat. Ash could only chuckle. "We'll see."
The Tempest twitched in annoyance and returned to his seat. "We'll see alright…" His words where almost inaudible.
Legretta heaved and bored sigh, with a hint of annoyance. "Whatever. We might as well prepare and get some rest for tomorrow."
The Quick rose from her seat and made her exit. The others shared looks before leaving to their respective rooms.
In the hall, Sync breezed past The Bloody, brushing his shoulder. "Be careful." He growled venomously and kept walking. Ash smiled
a little. That's the spirit. Tomorrow might be interesting after all.