I spent well over a week familiarizing myself with the different Aragami the doctor had given me, and learned how to put up a proper fight against the Aragami. It was disappointing to learn that I only barely passed the test. The routine helped me not lose myself to that slowly increasing burning sensation in my throat, but it kept causing headaches. Dr. Paylor was insistent I needed to try eating even if I lacked the need for water.
The doctor believes I may be suffering from a condition similar to Som's, but the catalyst was not something he was willing to discuss. The only working theory is that my body found a balance with the oracle cells, and the x-ray examination did not yield any other results. The blood test did not show anything too strange. Doctor Paylor did explain the steps and procedures he was doing and had given me a list of what items are used for first aid, alongside how to stitch wounds with the simulations.
Sitting in my room can get quite boring even with all these games. The novelty has worn off, and I feel myself getting anxious being cooped up in here. I have tried to convince the doctor to let me go and fight against real Aragami, but he has yet to give me the okay. Even though my files were already sorted, he keeps insisting I need to study more. He said that under the circumstances my ability to retain information was incredible, but he believes my hands on skills are something to be desired.
It is annoying, but I have to agree with him. He is helping me and I do feel a strange excitement over this whole secret business. The new words I am learning are also incredibly helpful, but he does tell me to be careful. I seem to have a sharp wit, and tend to be rather upfront about things. His only response to me asking for clarification was a smile and the word teenagers before he started to chuckle to himself.
Eventually I did begin to get better at writing the reports, they were passable to say the least. The doctor was right about me being able to find the details in things, but it was incredibly boring. I disagree with him on detailing everything in an environment, yet the fact remains that I need to do so in case I am tracking something. He plans on introducing tracking training to me eventually. The upside is that the number of people I will get to know will go up from the three I am already in contact with.
The person he described was a man that was apparently the brother to the woman I had met. Tsubaki tended to be rather strange. She had a way of caring hidden behind a seemingly cold personality. Considering her position in Fenrir, it does make sense. Soma tends to try avoiding me, but has spoken a bit about his annoyance with one of his junior god eaters. HIs reluctance to speak with me seems to stem from issues with his past, and his reluctance to speak seems to go away with me. I do not know why this is, but it beats the strange routine I am under.
Even with this all being said, I have yet to be given any description that the man Doctor Paylor told me about. He said it would be a surprise, and that I would be better off knowing him in person. All I know is that his name is Lindow. The more amusing part is that his name is one letter away from being window, which was enough to send me into a giggling fit. It was something I felt really embarrassed about since Tsubaki was there. Still, the look on her face did stop me from continuing. Her scowl chilled me to the bone.
As I sat organizing my thoughts, a knock came from the door, before a voice came through. It was Doctor Paylor's.
"Are you ready to go? Lindow's schedule has cleared up, so we can move to the training rooms. It is currently free for use."
"I'll be right there!" I was ecstatic. Finally something new to do. I went to pick up my sword, and made sure I had my training clothes on. I was not allowed to use the lab outfit unless I was assisting the doctor, but I did have a nice jacket and pants. These were apparently made from Aragami parts, which meant they were durable. Their color was black.
When I exited the room, the doctor was holding what looked like an access card. It was a green one. Before handing it to me he explained that I would only be able to access level one clearance levels once I received this. I would also need to keep it on hand at all times, and if I lost it a replacement would cost me quite a lot and could see me facing consequences depending on the level of clearance lost.
After this we went to the training room where Lindow awaited. Once I ventured inside, I saw Lindow. It felt like deja vu seeing him. He wore a long jacket that was partially unzipped revealing part of his chest, and he did not seem to wear a shirt underneath. His shorts only went up to his knees, and he had knee high boots. He was also wearing white gloves. He had short black hair, and his eyes were a light green.
It was hard not to blurt out my next sentence which sent Lindow into a small coughing fit.
"I think I have seen you in my dreams." It was even stranger when Doctor Paylor ended up trying to stop himself from chuckling. I did not understand what was so amusing.
After a few minutes of this awkward situation, Lindow was scratching his head while averting his eyes from me. He and the doctor seemed to be sharing a silent conversation as they stared at each other. It took another few minutes before Lindow sighed and sighed.
Staring at me, he said, "So I think I get why you told me she didn't have a filter. I get you wanting me to test her, but are you sure this won't backfire on us. It might cause a lotta noise."
"Yes, she needs to get a proper evaluation since I have no real combat experience and my tests are only what I assume a god eater would deal with in the field."
I felt myself growing a bit impatient, but held myself back from getting angry. I had a lot of pent up energy, but getting them to think I had no self control could really set things back for me.
"Got it. Just get it ready and then we can start. You got that, kid."
As Dr. Paylor went up to the room to begin some kind of simulation, I felt myself losing myself to anger a bit at hearing him call me kid. He didn't seem much older than me, so calling me kid was really infuriating.
Standing here stewing in my own thoughts was bad because the environment changed into some kind of broken down factory. There were a lot of places to hide, but the downside was that I could not reach any high positions without jumping really hard. There were areas I could reach with a ladder, but it didn't seem stable. Surveying everything prevented me from hearing the go signal as Lindow seemed to just appear in front of me with his weapon at the looked like a weird gun with a saw blade. I barely managed to dodge out of the way, but rolled into a cylinder that had toppled over. It only registered after a few seconds from a metallic clang that I had dropped my weapon.
It lay by Lindow who was staring me dead in the eyes, trying to see what I would do. He had the advantage, yet he kept staring at my hands. It took me a bit to realize why. My left stayed the same while my right had turned into a claw and was puncturing part of the cylinder.
I had to come up with a plan and the only one that came to mind was to rip some of the metal off with my transformed arm and toss it at Lindow before I run towards my sword. He must have realized my plan because he ran straight at me before sliding down as the metal I ripped off sailed over his head.I ran as fast as I could, feeling my hand turn back.
Lindow struck me hard with his weapon, hitting me square in the chest. I went flying back as the air was knocked out of me. I was expecting this to be difficult, but not like this. It hurts to breathe. My vision kept blacking out as the pain kept me from completely fainting. I felt someone standing over me, before I noticed it was Lindow.
He was holding my head up while saying something, but I couldn't hear anything. He looked like he was searching for something before pulling out a special syringe the god eaters use and plunging it into my skin.
The pain slowly began to ebb away, and I finally noticed the environment went back to normal. No more factory, just a big white room. I tried to pay attention but once the pain went away I felt myself fading from consciousness. The last thing I remember seeing was Doctor Paylor rushing over to me, a worried expression on his face. Guess I really did try rushing things….