An alarm clock rang, signaling the time to be 6:30. Good, we've got at least 2 hours before we have to get to the academy. It's as good of a time as any to have a talk with War.

He was up for 10 minutes before me, having been told the previous night that I was going to take him somewhere. Yes, the place I was taking him to was the gun range at the school.

The businessman really wanted to help us with our studies, and thanks to the grace of the Gatekeeper, he was able to get us special permission to use the gun range that was normally reserved for teachers. Of course, since our boss man was so kind to us, we didn't have to go through the trouble of scrounging up the money to get identification codes. No wonder these guys love him.

We take a walk down to the academy. I never said how close it was; it was a 1 mile walk to get there. It sucks for anyone who lives miles away, but the 5 of us can just get there without breaking a sweat.

War and I walk up to the security gate and show our identification codes, then walk into the academy to put our stuff in early. The rest of them got to sleep in today, those lucky bastards. But, this talk is necessary, and it must be done before we've got any further problems.

We walk past the second security guard into the gun range. We pick up our guns from a list assigned by us from the third security guard. Of course, the guns have safeties on to prevent us from immediately trying to kill each other. However, it also has a heartbeat monitor connected to a computer; that activates a mechanism in the gun that shuts it off in case anyone gets any funny ideas. How the fuck is this businessman able to afford this kind of shit. I know he's an oil tycoon, and (very big fucking contradiction here) invests in renewable energy sources as well, but no one should be able to afford this kind of shit. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if he shits out money and wipes his ass with 20s.

We start to take the half mile walk into the gun range to start shooting when our conversation began.

War: So Pipsqueak, wanna tell me why you brought me out here?

Me: I've had a talk individually with the other Horsemen, so I'm thinking that I wanted to have a talk with you. To be direct, I've had different methods to get these guys to open up. This was my method, something we could both do together.

War: Have you ever held a gun Pipsqueak?

Me: No, but I'll learn.

War: Good god, Pipsqueak. I might have to teach you how to not kill yourself.

We stop along the way, with him teaching me the proper stance and positioning, while he starts to open up about himself.

War: You wanted to know? Fine, this is my story. (So cliché it hurts. I'm sorry for anyone that has to read that cringey ass line.)

War: Do you know why I became War? Or more so, why I was forced into it? It's fairly simple, actually. My village was killed because of a peace agreement with another group.

War: It's quite funny actually; we should've seen it coming. The deal was simple; give us your supplies slowly, and we'll give you protection. I saw the eyes of the general that made the deal. He obviously wasn't satisfied. I could tell he wanted to get more shit, but ended up having to settle for that little.

War: I tried to warn my fellow villagers of the catastrophe that I knew would inevitably happen, but they all scorned me. "Oh, but Werran they decided to sign it on paper, there's no way they'd try to butcher us. They need our supplies." It doesn't matter if they can just take our supplies by force.

War: So, they rolled in. A raiding company of 40 something men. There were 4 of my friends who tried to attack their general. Zylam, Yan, Edgarth, and Brin, they were the only people who believed me. They were killed by Khan. (Oh, ballsfuckity shit damn cuntfacing motherdicking douchefucky ballscunt. This is going to be even harder than I thought.) He turns to me. Oh crap, how am I going to resolve something this fucking complicated?

War: I swore revenge that day. I wanted to kill that motherfucking Khan for a very long time. I enlisted in the army and carved my way through people. I went on suicide missions, and came out alive every time. I hid under the bodies of my family as the swords of those bastards cut through their bodies to check for anyone alive. I wanted to kill that fucker so bad.

War: The Gatekeeper offered me a chance on my final battle. I was about to die to a cavalry charge that surely would've killed me if the Gatekeeper hadn't stopped time. Of course, I'm guessing he had a thing for theatrics. I heard a Za Warudo sound effect and a giant ass portal pop out of the air as he extended his hand to me. He wanted to give me a chance at life and a role in order to satiate my anger.

War: I held my anger in that day. I swore up and down I would find this fucker and kill him. Hell, I was going to kill Khan that day when we failed to locate that DeGiorno bastard. Then, me and Death eavesdropped on your conversation with Conquest.

War: Not only did he hold the memories of those he killed for his whole life, but he honored those memories by making sure their families were well-supplied for the rest of their lives. I instantly lost my urge to kill, as I could see he deeply regretted his actions and sought to atone for them. There was no selfishness there, as he was definitely thoughtful of this.

War: Therefore, I lost my urge for revenge. I'll still remember the people killed that day, but I'll honor their memories by making things right. The first step has to be to get along with Khan, and resolve the pains of our past.

Thank fucking god I don't have to resolve a revenge plotline between two team members. Not only would I need a Deus Ex Machina to fix that problem, but I would not be able to do it AT ALL. That is outside my purview of me as a self-appointed people's person, and I would literally be the first casualty in the inevitable shitstorm that would blow up the town.

We've had some silence afterwards. War taught me proper positioning to hold a gun. We spend half an hour in there, then leave. 7:30, we really spent half an hour talking about War's past and his connection with Conquest.

Security Guard: Sir, before you leave, the Businessman has a gift for you.

Oh god, this is the kind of shit that would turn me into an overpowered Kirito like self-insert bland-ass douchebag. I do not want to accept gifts all willy-nilly like some overpowered character. Okay, maybe just this one and no one will think otherwise (hopefully).

Me: What's it for, sir?

Security Guard: For your own protection. Here, you can choose from the guns on the wall which one you want to carry with you.

How many weapons does this Businessman have? Even with a sizable donation by the Gatekeeper, he shouldn't be able to afford all these weapons. How rich is this fucker? This has to be the Gatekeeper's doing, this weapon gift selection. Oh, and in case you're wondering why I know the gun names, they have an projector screen catalog with names and pictures.

Me: So many to choose from. I don't know which to pick.

Security Guard: You are allowed one handgun and one assault rifle.

Now people will really start thinking I'm some overpowered character. Please stop doing Businessman, you're going to make me into Kirito, and I fucking hate that guy. I'm Guts for life, woot woot.

Me: I'll choose a Sig Sauer PP26 with a silencer and an AR-15 with the full custom attachments on it.

Security Guard: Hey big guy, teach him how to use these weapons. Don't want to cause too much property damage if you don't.

Me: We wave goodbye and promise to take care of them, with me nervous I might fuck up gun handling. Oh crap, this is going to be a hard one to do. Now how do I get Conquest and War to talk to each other and gain a more healthier understanding of each other?