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Chapter III

"Hah...!" Digging his hand into the earth, 108 pivoted about his arm and swung his leg toward Fi, who avoided it with minimal effort.

"Almost got me that time!" She laughed; 108 grunted in frustration and somersaulted towards her, intending to cut her leg with his blade.

"Ahaha!" Fi cheerfully skipped to the side as 108's blade passed by her and buried itself within the ground.

"You'll never hit me if you keep holding back!" She sang out as she stretched her arms behind her back; it's true, he was holding himself back, he only aimed for her limbs, afraid of causing her permanent injury, "I'm not even using any form of magic-"

"Gragh!" 108 ripped the blade out of the ground and charged towards Fi once more, yelling out,

"I will win this!"


Thunk
The morning rays of the sun glinted off of 108's blade as it made a dull sound, lodging itself into the tree that Fi had kicked it towards, 108's legs were then swept out from beneath him as Fi forcefully threw him down into the grass.

"Hmngh!" 108's world turned upside-down as the wind was knocked out of him.

"That makes it 18 to 0, Ghirahim!" Fi laughed as she knelt next to 108, "better luck next time!" She sang cheerily; it was a routine thing now, they would spar, she would win, and it would always end with her saying 'better luck next time'.
108 sat up, gingerly rubbing the back of his head, and asked her.

"'Ghirahim'? And what is that...?"

"Your name! You said you didn't have one, so I thought of one for you!" Fi grinned, as if she had thought of something extremely clever.

"Why... 'Ghirahim'...? It's strange-"

"Hahah...!" Fi's laughing interrupted 108, "exactly...! I noticed when we spar, Ghirahim-"

"Do not call me that."

"-you make the silliest noises!" Fi's facial expression suddenly became very mockingly serious, "gragh!" She dramatically shouted in a deep voice.

"Is that meant to be me-"

"HMMMNGH!" She broke off laughing, before concluding, "'gragh' and 'hmngh'. Therefore 'Ghirahim'."

"... I... Cannot even begin to describe how foolish that is."

"Well, that's rude." Fi pouted, "I thought that up with my heart and soul!"

"Then your heart and soul are equally foolish." 108 retorted, going to retrieve his blade.
Fi paused and started laughing again.

"You know why I like you, Ghirahim?" (108's eye twitched upon hearing her call him that,) "you say exactly what you think; your face clearly reflects your heart" Fi smiled, "well..." She added, "now you do... Not like when we first met."

"You have changed as well, Fi," 108 pointed out, "you've adopted this... Childish way of speaking and acting. I have seen nothing like it."

"Well, this is my normal manner of speech, if you must know. I simply choose when to allow myself to speak freely. And..." Her tone shifted, but retained some of its playfulness, "... If you wish to talk of 'change', I'd point out that before you met me, you had no emotion. Zero."
Using her right hand, Fi conjured a likeness of 108 with a facial expression of extreme neutrality, "now... If you'd just leave your clan, everything would be perfect."

"... As I have said..." 108 finally spoke, "it is not so simple as you make it out to be."

"I think you forget: I have limited precognition," Fi reminded 108, "it'll turn out well."

"Yes, 'limited'; you told me you could only make semi-accurate predictions of the rest of the day, and only in your sleep; unless I leave soon, your 'gift' is pointless." 108 reasoned.

"... If you say so." Fi shrugged, and pulled out a small leather-bound book and inscribed something in it.

"... Again with that 'journal' of yours? Exactly which part of this conversation merits recording?"

"None of your business," Fi replied, playfully sticking out her tongue, ("Child." 108 muttered,) "now, as per usual, you shall leave, and I shall hide this, and we will meet here later. Good day." Fi smiled pleasantly, "oh, but I'll be occupied tomorrow, so I shall see you the dawn after next; no objections...!" Fi ended the conversation in a playful way.
108 silently waved, and started to walk away before stopping upon hearing her voice.

"Oh, actually... One more thing..." Fi started up again, "just remember..." She seemed to be choosing her words carefully, "you're... A person. With your own will." Fi paused again before ending for good, "use it."

Far, far away, Regdar the Rain utilized his magic to watch 108's interactions with the Swordmage named 'Fi', as he had for the past week; his mouth spread into a wide grin as he quietly remarked to himself.

"Intriguing... Very intriguing... It would seem that the puppet is growing a mind and soul of its own..."


"What in the nine hells are you doing, Number 108?" Shivra the Storm slowly asked, rounding on him.

"...I have incapacitated the enemy, as instructed."

"No, you fool... Why..." She accented the last word with a kick to the head of the Drow warrior 108 had knocked out, "... Have you not killed him...?!"
Thintel stood a fair way behind Shivra, and observed the situation with a troubled expression, 108 had never failed to finish off his opponent in the daily deathmatches Do'zbaretho put him through.

"... You did not specify whether I had to kill my opponent or not; you merely said that I must 'fight'; I merely took what I thought was the best course of action."
Silence.
Thintel, who was looking aimlessly around at the walls, froze mid-stare, save for his eyes, which snapped towards 108.
Shivra merely stared at 108, thinking that she misheard him.

"... What..." Shivra looked at 108, dumbfounded, "... You... What you thought was the 'best course of'...?!" She stopped talking out of shock, unable to finish, "... It seems that you do not understand, Number 108; you are but a tool: We issue an order, you carry it out, we issue another order, and that represents the entirety of your purpose. A tool does not need to 'think'. Understood...?"

"..." Once upon a time, 108 would have answered straight away, but now... Now he no longer believed in what they said; he felt different, like he could have a different 'purpose', perhaps even choose one.

"Understood, Number 108?"

"... Yes."

"Good. Now, answer me, 108: What are you?"

"... I..."
"You know why I like you, Ghirahim?... You say exactly what you think."
"I..."
"Your name! You said you didn't have one, so I thought of one for you!"
"I... Am..."

"Answer me, Number 108...!"

"You're... A person. With your own will."

"I... Am...!" 108 didn't know if he could say it anymore, if he could believe it anymore.

"Use it."


So, the thing is: I was assigned the name 'Fie', I decided, "'Fie' sounds like 'Fi'. Therefore Skyward Sword."

... Seemed fitting... To me...

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