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Chapter 5: Train & Nun

A Few Moments Ago.

Twack!

"Ack!" Matsuda groaned, rubbing his back in pain where I smacked him when he blatantly stagnated. Motohama just behind him jogging and somehow managing his breathing properly, even if his pale and heavily sweating face blatantly scream that he's barely on his fumes.

"Fix your posture you idiots!" I roared at the two. My palm slapping Matsuda's back briefly again when he was slowing and his posture starting to slouch. I fixed the heavy duffel bag in my back like a back pack which started to lean precariously on one side just to make them seethe at how casual I looked.

"Yes!" The duo shouted in unison, increasing their pace. I snorted and proceeded 'encouraging' them while I internally grinned at the two's progress. For only the second time we did this, the two's progress is pretty good, it can't help that they have good cardio in a way with how many times the two ran away from the girls back in the academy. But for their progress to actually get closer to a recently reincarnated devil like Issei in the physical department speaks highly of them.

Still, just to further 'encourage' them, I purposely skipped my jog in certain points to make the dog whistle I have tied to my neck with a small bell with it dangle and jingle its tune that acted as a good encouragement on the two.

""Hiii!""

Ah, they seem to have more energy! They still have another lap to do so it's pretty good progress for them~. Both shivered seemingly at the same time when the thought playfully crossed in my head. I can't help but snort at the two.

Thud!

"Oof, I can't feel anything. . ." Matsuda groaned, his back against a wall as we stopped at the park as he gasps for breath. Motohama on the other hand is literally leaning on me as I had his arm on my shoulder, leaning heavily with his glasses petering on his nose, I would say he passed out but given the muttered curses in between trying to swallow air, he is doing fine.

"Good work you two," I commented 'cheerfully' making them groan. Hearing the more exasperated curses increasing in intensity of the fucking nerd leaning on me and as a good bro to train him to practically learn how to react on unsuspected situations, I proceeded to unceremoniously step on the side for gravity to assert on him and make him fall on the ground with a cut off screech and a loud thud sounded in succession. Dragging the heavy duffel bag to my chest while I ignored the squirming nerd on the ground and opened it, pulling two transparent sports bottles out for each for them and proceeded to toss one to Matsuda who caught it with a grimace, and Motohama shakily grabbing his when I lowered it to his side.

"Do we really have to, Andrew-san." Matsuda commented, shaking the bottle as he looked at the green slurry inside with a heavy complicated look.

"Well, if you both want to go to school with enough energy to spare with your shenanigans in between school activities, ya better drink 'em." I replied to him. The kid just grimaced further but still proceeded to drink in all the speshul slurry on the bottle made by yours truly.

Chug Chug Chug.

Goes the slurry as I looked at Matsuda's bottle. Tears started coming out of his eyes as all exposed skin, even his face visibly reddened in my sight.

"Shoo good!" Matsuda moaned with the bottle still in his mouth while increasing his pace on drinking the whole thing, and if the loud slurping beside me on the ground is attested on the enthusiasm of glasses drinking his also. What? If I can get away with it, I'd make the flavor of whatever I make as delicious as possible specially to encourage people to drink the good stuff. I'm not that sadistic, especially as food is sacred both on how it fills ya and the taste. And for what the both are drinking, it's an alchemic slurpy that is called Dragon's Presence and not named by me first sadly.

Taken from the idea of having close contact of one of the apex predators of this world and surviving, the alchemic concoction that is not just highly nutritious, the slurry also helps improve more of whatever an individual gained recently. The recipe is something I managed to snag from some Fallen crazy scientist type's corpse after I had accidentally blasted his whole workshop to smithereens and the only thing that managed to survive is the notes containing it and some other recipes for potions somehow. . . the notes mostly contain the aphrodisiac kind using things related to dragons, the fucking degenerate so I'd say me accidentally destroying his whole workshop was for the good of all, whatever his plans was. Its honestly one of the lowest things that Fallen shmuck made and safe to drink for normal people so while not too valuable to the big boys, it is to someone like me.

Easy to make and cheap for my wallet, it can't help further also that the overall budget cost is cheaper for me specifically given its most vital component is just me basically letting my overall presence and energy practically soak the potion to somehow 'kickstart' the whole product to overdrive and mix themselves perfectly. It's weird, but that's literally the gist of the final process of the damn thing. It also helps that the only thing noticeable is that the slurry does not give the one who drank it any noticeable supernatural signature beyond a strangely abnormal increment of testosterone and getting more 'gainz' than normal from a single session or so of an exercise, or if you drink it after a battle.

And for how it doesn't give any supernatural signatures to those who drink it? How would a normal person react when meeting something like a giant fuck off lizard with wings and a flamethrower for a mouth?

Well. . .

"Pah!" Matsuda pulled out his lips from the straw in a hurry as he just emptied the whole thing in one sitting. "Pen-san, can we get our stuff back?!"

"What stuff?" I said with a faux clueless tone and look. The angry roar of his stomach was basically the sign the slurry was already starting to work its magic. Oh, and the startlingly green look on his face.

"I'm going to fucking jump on you if you don't give me my stuff back!" The brat outright threatened even if he already proceeded to actually jump on me! Rolling my eyes, I pulled out the plastic bag filled with their toiletries from the bag and proceeded to smack him off the air with it.

Somehow, the brat actually clung on the damn thing like a damn bald spider monkey with both hands and as someone who believe all plastic bag life matters, I removed my hold in it as the kid did a perfect textbook roll on the ground and outright sprinted to the park's comfort room, dragging Motohama with him by the collar in a mad sprint as two loud slams was heard by me, likely doors and they proceeded to loudly defecate.

The sound of heavy groaning as their bowels gave up on them and proceeded to shit everything that the slurry managed to pull out from their whole body's wastes including said slurry's waste itself mixed with farting and the sound of piss seemingly coming out of the comfort room's vents was overheard by my sharp ears. Rolling my eyes at the exaggerated moaning I started hearing, I let my senses roam just in case any of the magical locals noticed said literal 'shitty' situation.

Bored, I mused as the last time and also day one this regimen started situation on this point. They did not bring their own toiletries and was forced to literally shared the single toiletry I purposely brought only on my lonesome I graciously let them 'borrow' which was hilarious at first especially when they had the bad luck to have only a single toilet available due to by sheer dumb misfortune, all the toilets besides one got occupied by morning joggers. I wiped a faux tear at them quickly wizening up even if this session is an unexpected one when I literally climbed in their room and proceeded to 'wake by Caval II heavy breathing and barking on their face' as I continued my surveillance.

I broke my musing and my active monitoring when two loud slams from the comfort room were heard by me as the two came out literally relaxed on well, everything. The two's absolute buddha and zen-look are as priceless the first time I saw them as the two seemingly glided to my direction. . . and proceeded to try on socking me in the face at the same time!

"Nice try brats," I commented as my hands instantly parried the two fists by guiding them, open palms to almost graze my cheeks off and proceeded to judo flip the two in quick succession. "Still, that was good coordination, did not even felt both of your intentions and actually made use both of your body angles to hide Motohama's short reach and height to try on slipping his strike underneath yours. You both trying to be a ninja or something?"

"Why. . ." Matsuda groaned the words out while nursing his back from the impromptu reunion with ground-chan. "The first day, you thoroughly disassembled us and literally threw us to boot camp. Then you dragged our ass out of our bed today to do jogging, sprinting and reflex training! I thought it would only be once, I feel you're going to drag us back for more!

"And what the hell is with that drink! I felt I'm back on my prime when I was still doing sports and more after only drinking them two times!" As if to emphasize, Motohama outright flexed his bicep and actual muscle definition appeared on his arm. Huh, thank God I did not mix the Jojo mix I accidentally made.

A simple nugget of wisdom, making shit while heavily drunk isn't funny. My brain gets to really weird ideas and without losing fully my hand and eye coordination at much, whatever things my brain comes up, my body delivers. And as much as it is hilarious to make the two develop to have Jojo approved muscle mass, going to that would be too much and would bring a lot of questions.

Still. . . I guess, things have come into this point for this particular question. And here I thought their brain cells would not rub together to ask it. Sighing, I plopped down to the nearest bench and gestured to the two to come closer.

How should I do this. I thought while scratching my chin. Ah, fuck it. . .

"Magic is real." I said, opening my palm as a small twister of wind appeared in my hand.

Gambling it is. Betting that. . .

"And Issei got roped in it." I curtly said as I closed my palm slowly to their wide eyes as the winds shifted, twisted and turned into a small pike of twisting winds before I relaxed said hand, dispelling Invisible Air.

Predicting that, their reactions are. . .

"Could Elves be real!?" "Cute Goth LOLITA Vampires!" "Nekomimi hottie!" "Dragon loli bab–"

"And man-eating monsters, torturing lunatics, mad scientists and even that Hachishakusama youkai recently used by parents as ghost stories," I blandly interrupted the two idiots to fucking curb their 'enthusiasm'. Sighing, I continued. "And here I am thinking you both would be more worried for Issei."

Scratching his head and looking away in embarassment, Matsuda replied. "Well, we kind of get the gist on what you meant. And I don't know about Motohama but I'm more or less trying to distract myself that Ise probably had done something likely beyond what he could do without thinking."

"Yes! Where really worried about Ise," Motohama nodded, fixing his glasses as if to emphasize. Something? I don't know. "But you training us like some super-secret hidden sensei and not in a hurry at that means there is no emergency for you to give us the super super awesome magical powers without some weird caveat!"

"Correctamundo in all accounts," I said while rolling my eyes at the two. I just stood up and bonked the two's heads. "You might say both of you are the Plan B I have and I can't really constantly hover on this town so having you both and Caval II around would lessen my worries. And before you both say magic, both of you are not ready. You'd need to be as smart as one of the nerds on your school to handle safely even a single fireball."

""What?!""

"Yeah," I lied as easy as breathing. "So, both of you should study damn hard if you both want to play with fire or make some of those weird slimy tentacle magic things both of you gets up to and were likely planning to learn."

""Geh!"" Both said at the same time and comically slumping where they stood. I snorted a laugh at their dramatic reaction.

"Welp, same day two days from now," I said as I started walking away from them. But before I stepped five times away from them, I dramatically pulled out a slip of paper, reinforced it, and proceeded to flick it to my back as it loudly lodged to the wooden bench, and if my mind's eye(not the Servant Skill mind you) is correct, it should have directly passed by Matsuda's eyes, a bare few inches away from it that is. "That's a dietary plan for both of you, it's fairly casual and not something you don't need to religiously do given the thing I let you both drink is more than enough but do make sure to follow it like three to four times a week.

"And I'm off, ciao to you both! I don't need to go to detail why this is supposed to be a secret right?" I said the last few words lastly in the most menacing and low tone I can estimate without making them shit their pants.

""Yes!"" Wow, they're in sync! I'll just ignore the fact that I smell two extremely small scent of piss from them though.

Now, then. I guess I'd go to that small job! I'm just glad that old man's daughter gave me the call, delicious cooking as a reward later on the night and a few more cash in my pockets, the old man carrying such damn heavy boxes in his age of 53, even if the old goat's built like a shit brick house.

Present

Thud!

'That was almost two hours ago or so I think.' I mentally thought as I put the last box on the van. Now, for the lil' snag of the day. I turned around and fully observed the young lady who asked if I know Italian, and where the church is, the young nun that is Asia Argento with all the senses I can make use of.

Delicate. That's the word I can describe the young nun. Standing just below a bit lower than my neck, the slouching shy young woman is as delicate as she looked from the descriptions in the novels, the illustrations and the adaptions, I saw years ago. Even translated to reality, Asia's sheer glow, or dare say, adorableness can't be easily said offhandedly by my highly limited brain right now.

There are already some few tell-tale signs I see of her getting thinner, signs of stress most likely, or her not eating much after she got ex-communicated. The dress she wears is a bit looser from my critical eye, and that's something I'm only a bit proud of given I wore baggy clothes back in my old home. From my speshul Servant and passive magical senses working in tandem, I can see the tell-tale gentle glow on her heart and her fingers, her soul and her Twilight Healing respectively.

'Holy fucking Christ, this young lady is literally damn fine looking both inside and outside.' I mentally shut down again as I fully absorbed everything I can see from her alone from this first impression even if imaginary police sirens are blaring again in my head from what I said mentally. Or is it because all my protecc buttons are getting repeatedly smashed just by looking at her? I don't know frankly, it could be Arthur's sensibilities overcoming my selfishness, it could be her innate dragon taming talent egging me on, but. . .

I don't want her to die.

Honestly, I thought I was already mentally prepared to do way worst things than the recent massacre I did. I did worse things even. Hell, I was resigned and determined for Ise to die if I had missed or my shot was late that day if Raynare followed the script thoroughly.

But letting an innocent soul like her die, simply because her death would likely give her the massive fortitude she displayed in canon due to the perspective and insight the death she'd experience, or it would let some of my plans continue just because she died.

'I, I just can't,' A phantom hand was felt in my shoulder. I bit back a choke of despair disguised as a click of my tongue as I felt Arthur's reassurance take hold of me. 'I know you consigned way more innocent people to their deaths on your rule oh king, but this, even when I had personally argued to you for her fate to follow close or to all the way from the script. I just can't. Now that she's standing here in front of me.'

The phantom hand gripped my shoulder harder. Then it vanished with the lingering feeling of pride. I see. . .

"You need some grub young lady." I said while giving her a stern smile, assured now of my decision I fully came up with. I had tried doing my shit beyond the little box that is the 'official canon', thinking that if I had been careful enough, I'd avoid fully destroying the whole thing off from its proud piss off shit tower and foundation.

I don't really care why and how anymore she met me first. Beyond that it's Raynare who's to blame in my opinion for doing it first and when in doubt, blame any 2-bit villains for ruining shit up. The amused and exasperated feeling in the back of my head which I promptly ignored as it should had been.

"B-but!" "Abababap, no buts you need to eat," I said, strongarming her shy and innocent answer out and suplexing it out of commission. "I don't know what convent you were from but clearly you are eating less than your age should be. Just take it as a welcome present from a fellow believer in a foreign land young lady." I said in the end, flashing her a crucifix I pulled out from my pocket.

"O-oh!" And there's the blush, and holy shit, if I was into extremely young-looking girls in my opinion, I'd thoroughly snap pictures of herandthoroughlyli– "Sorry for imposing then!"

"You're not imposing Sister and I'm just glad that the church this town have would likely be fixed given their sending in people and before you fucking blow that whistle officer Nagato, I saw you like ten minutes ago and already should had heard everything!" I pointed at the sheepish looking officer, and as if to emphasize how bored people usually are, I panned my gaze everywhere, looking at the pedestrians looking away and some whistling 'innocently' even!

"Geeze," I rubbed my neck at the site of true and pure bystanders' towns usually have on this size. Next thing I know, the grapevine would add more weird rumors circling around me. "Whatever, hop on Sister?"

"Asia Argento and you are?" "Ah, sorry, I'm not in my game these past few days, introductions had been botched, Andrew Pen at your service Sister Argento." I sheepishly grinned as I entered the van and proceeded to open the door on the other side for her to ride shotgun with.

Making sure she strapped her seatbelt properly and proceeded to drive to my job's stop first, dropped the boxes, and asked to borrow the van which the old man was grateful and trustful enough of me to do so and proceeded to drive to the nearest food stop and let Asia order anything she want, while making sure she picked a filling meal and we started talking.

It was honestly an enlightening conversation. Beyond learning that the language package I have in my head, something I am confused at first given I was not summoned by a Grail and merely had chalked it to Merlin shenanigans even translates more modern Italian slangs Asia Argento somehow overheard and made use of during our talk. Learning also how things in Europe are going on from her sheltered yet valuable information alongside with how the Church operates based on her impression and knowledge, even if it was white washed because I'm just some 'mundane dude on the street'.

One important note I guess just for me is that seemingly any ex-Church or members of the Church seemingly had avoided talking to me about that innocent Asia slipped out that I was not sure in canon I guess is that the one Xenovia and Irina wore was fucking standard. I have a lot of words literally held back just to avoid ruining Asia's literal extremely happy and teary meal but, in the end, it's just some info I likely forgot about and can only blame it's DxD logic at work.

I just fear asking the blunt as a dump truck that is Xenovia from the future if the more excessive movements and seemingly have no supports on the ass and breast departments are something everyone who wears the damn black condom suits are trained to do. . .

The other, more notable thing in our conversation was naturally, Issei. Given I had replaced her meeting with him, pointing her to his direction is something I really needed to do. As much as I talk shit with how imbalanced her relationship with him, having some relation with him actually and likely helped Issei not be too much in the tits, harem and degeneracy kool-aid to avoid corrupting the poor innocent lass.

". . . Just do be careful with him if you meet him, I know he's trying to set himself straight given he just gained a relationship, but he's still a perv at heart," I ain't gonna avoid dissing him though, that's just bad~. "Especially when I noticed he is a bit erratic recently."

"That's a really bad thing to say to a friend Mr. Pen," Geh. "But if we meet, I'll gladly help him like you helped me!"

I really wish girl, 'specially when your meeting would make me not deal with a likely more perverted Ise. I just can't take the sheer cringe of the idea of that.

"And now we have arrived." I muttered under my breath as I ignored the sensation of entering a holy territory. I may not be an evil spirit, but the calming and yet slight pressure I feel when entering one tends to just raise my hackles badly in a wrong way. The wrongness I feel from the crows bunking in actually calming me into a sharp focus enough to ignore it.

"Yes, thank you very much Mr. Pen," Asia bowed from where she sat at as I proceeded to disembark with her following me to do so. "And for not freaking out about. . ."

"Not knowing you have that healing power Sister Argento?" I commented while we started walking to the church's direction given that somehow, someway, the little brat I remember that Asia healed was seen by her and I was forced to stop when she commented about it accidentally and either by forced of habit or just being shy that she needed to do something for reflexively asking me to stop, healed the brat from his scab in front of me. I blame shenanigans to be honest on that one, not from weird ass butterfly effects I did or something.

"Yes, while it is a gift from God," I did not comment at the small spike of depression I felt from her. ". . . I have done its miracles even to normal people, some people tend to act badly and needed to be calmed down after I healed them." Like that kid's mother, even if I reflexively translated for her.

"No harm done," I shrugged at her words as I replied to her. "You healed the kid, that's already fine in my book."

"Thank you, Mr. Pen." Guh! That smile is too dangerous for my opinion! And why the hell you'd thank me from such a shitty reply!? Regardless, after that short weird talk, companionable silence proceeded as we approached the church. It was pretty much relaxing if I would have not. . .

"Ricardo Milos." I offhandedly commented.

"Yes?"

"Nothing, just an old friend," I replied as I felt more than the normal mental acknowledge from my mind how my body's minute actions remained as relaxed as it should be and not REEEing at the blatantly magical and ill intent gazed at me, or more so, to Asia.

Jesus Christ, I really need to pull her from this shitty place. Especially when Asia invited me inside the open church and little dumb me was stupid enough to follow in and I can't help but mentally comment about my impression of the whole display.

False, the most important things inside are literally patched up by illusions to make it look absolutely normal and solemn as the usual churches you'd find around but. . .

They are all a fucking lie in my sight. My body just reflexively let the normal feelings I would have when entering a normal church, even to how my eyes reacted. But for someone who practices illusion magecraft AND have memories and 'experiences' on dealing with what could be the BEST in my opinion on illusion and tricking reality to be her bitch, the work done on the church is absolutely amateurish in my sight, maybe enough to trick Asia, but not me to hide the profanity done on the church.

The 'clean and pristine' crosses and idols that are actually broken to rubble and the atmosphere of a house of God blanketing the damn place's foreboding forlorn actual presence was the only thing I can say that was done by illusion magic. I'd say the repair work done on the windows and not having rotting pews and altar are good enough in my opinion. But the foreboding atmosphere, the curtains and the 'actual' décor on the damn place just practically screams crazy cultist land to me so it just revolves back to negative.

I just did not also expect. . .

"Oh, Sister Asia I was worried you would be lost on this town. I'm glad that you have arrived with enough time to do your duties." Freed fucking Selzen smiling genially at me and Asia with genuine surprise and actually acting like some new young priest, no illusions or some doohickey from what I could tell. Holy shit, did someone spike my drink!?

"Ah! You must be Father Freed! I'm sorry for arriving late I got briefly lost and if Mr. Pen had not pointed me to the church. . ." Asia replied while looking at my direction with a shy thankful look.

"No need, being a good Samaritan is something people should do all the time." I replied while looking at her without taking my eyes on Freed from my peripheral vision.

"Oh!" Freed made a noise of surprise making me look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Pen. . . Pen, are you perhaps Andrew Pen?"

"Yes, it would seem even a new priest in town must had heard of me." I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment.

"Oh, no no no. It's not about your infamous. . . gluttony." Wow, I heard the emphasis there you crazy bastard. "But your job as a security guard in the prestigious Kuoh Academy being an unprecedented thing given recruiting one is something the Academy had not done before and mostly relied on the Student Council and the teachers to do such work."

Oh fuck, am I part of this guy's shit list? Wait, if the fucker changed his target to that contractee that Freed is going to kill to me, he would surely notice that something is wrong in my apartment if the crazy fucker wants to kill me behind close doors. I'm fairly certain he's way more psychotic given I never let him touch any locals to shank beyond the strays and being repeatedly harassed by Caval II given I ordered him to 'play' with any silver haired psychotic ass holes the doggo finds and the small justification I work where the devils go to school will be something he'd likely just pick just for shit and giggles.

"I-I see," I said, still unnerved at the sight of 'sane' Freed while churning my brain for a quick plan. Damn it, I want to kill this bastard quickly but not having a predictable opponent and 2-bit villain on the Excalibur debacle(and that's another can of worms I don't want to personally deal with honestly) to be a good motivational factor would ruin things up for Issei and co. Wait, Issei. . . I think that would be the best idea. "Well, I guess this is your stop, Sister Argento. I'd check around when there are masses going to happen later but I'm going to be a bit busy shadowing that kid Issei, especially when he entered a part time job recently in the night and him joining that Occult Club made him act much weirder than before."

"Thank you again Mr. Pen," Asia bowed to me again with a gentle smile. "I pray for your safety and the boy, and again, I believe you should talk to the proper authorities instead of doing something like this. . ."

"Bah!" I waved her concern as I walked back to the giant wooden doors, Freed's 'gentle' smile and gaze on my back. "As much as the police are competent on this town, there are still weird things happening enough to make me worry. Especially when I know that–," I rattled the most likely contractee Koneko would Issei substitutes on. I may have spotty memory but having lived on the town and picking apart where the kitten usually appears and disappear and the contract's timing easily made me zero on the likely candidate. "– is a bit weird and I know the guy have weird taste."

Asia's pout when I looked at her with an impish grin was just absolutely perfect to make me laugh. Even if I felt horrible for leaving her in this fucking horrible place. I walked out of the church as relaxed and 'normal' as I can and proceeded to walk away, not looking back but sure that I wou–

Slam

I blinked as I looked back and I saw two 'priests' closing the door while smiling and waving to me. I waved back, bewildered as I started to move away from the church. And is it me, or did I saw blonde hair on one of the windows beside the door?

Chill!

'!' My composure did not break, my relaxed mien with a happy skip from doing a good deed did not falter. I just smiled, happy at the sheer malevolence, glee, hate and killing intent I felt was directed on my back.

Ah, all is well and fine then. And here I thought Freed would be as a party pooper as Raynare to ruin my rhythm.

Giggle

'Oh? Do you bring any news to me?' I mentally thought even as I continued my pace to the van while increasing my pace to a slight jog after looking at the watch in my wrist, I did not bring attention to the bell-like giggle and affirmation sound a child's voice in my ear. I yawned, tears came out of my mouth as I opened the door and entered and started the van again. . .

And I proceeded to use my full focus on my sight as I looked at the tears still stuck on my eyes as I felt my perception hasten, the world stood in a crawl as I saw the images reflected on the tears.

It was blurry in the edges, but I did not need any wide images. Just. . . enough.

A mane of red scarlet hair in the other side of the window. The scarlet devil holding an opened missive.

I squinted my eyes as normally as possible.

Words became clearer on the letter's content.

. . . Gremory. . . territory. . . Stray. . . V. . .

. . . found her.

I rubbed the tears off my eyes as the strain got worse from the last two words spiking in the reflection and put on a much chipper smile just as the early morning sun reflected on the van's windows.

And here I thought things can't get any better~.

A/N: Got distracted on Akkun, despaired my brick phone gave up in the end of playing F/GO, especially near the end of Requiem event, had shitty moment on LA event with my cheap laptop and being my usual shitty self and my issues.

That's the only excuse I have and would hold in it. O_O)

In another matter, I felt that this update is way worse than the usual thing I vomit out and I am not satisfied on it but in between my muse being a bitch again and me just wanting to have more fun for future updates, this is the only thing I can come up with and I wish you guys would be satisfied on it.

Anyways, offhanded training montage(I had like, near 1 to 2k words on the training montage but I felt it was too shitty and repetitive so I scrapped it.. . .), MC having another internal debate while pointing Asia to the weird perverted kid on town and Freed being weird.

Beyond that, nothing. I'm a bit tired, mentally exhausted and I felt like I just want to sleep, imma drop the poll link again and likely just lurk for an hour or so and then go to sleep.

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Just erase the period, add a period and then Charlie, Omega and Mike next to the strawpolls and erase the spaces also.

Wish you lot well and have fun with what I can give to the community, I guess?

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