Chapter time!
Hope you enjoy!
(Also, why did none of you told me that I was forgetting to change the Topic titles in all of the message board section? I only noticed it this time by accident!)
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Topic: Future Updates?
In: Boards ► News and Updates
Curious_Catty (Original Poster)
Posted On Oct 10th AW94:
I know this propably isn't what you should post on this board, but Im curious about somethin and don't know where else to put it. Im curious about any future updates ATG might have. Does anyone know weather this will actually get any? Or if if those updates would be regular things or not? Its a fun game mode but there are clearly many things that need to be adressed in the future updates.
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►BuggyNuggy (Verified Tester)
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
Don't worry, you posted your question in a correct board. It's not like we use it for any real news or updates just yet.
As for your question, I believe the mod devs are bound to update the mod at some point in the future. We know they took a long time working on it from the winning team, so they have to be at least a little bit passionate about their work. On top of that, considering how popular this mod is getting, it would be stupid to leave it as it is.
►MistraliForester
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
what does the succes of the game mode even matter? its a custom mod they dont get any monny from that.
►XX_ThaProDude_XX (Unverified Tester)
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
exposure and fame baby!
It matters crapton for indie programmers.
►FaunusituP
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
What sort of exposure would they even gain from this? This is just a mod for an old rts game. It cant be that popular.
►XX_ThaProDude_XX (Unverified Tester)
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
this mod has its own forum thats only getting more and more popular
How can you not see the popularity of this mod?
►CounterArguer49
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
it's just a single forum...
►HappyNEWby (The Regular)
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
I don't think they need to update the game jsut yet. Sure there's quite a few issues in it, but it's still new, and there are a lot of things the genral player base havent gotten around to yet. Just look at the difference in the game knowladge between us and the winning team, that still is tehre.
►RNDPlayer29H
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
YOO, happy is here! With that new tag!
►HappyNEWby (The Regular)
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
Ah yes, new tag. I have no idea when it was added.
►111LetzWinThozeGamez111
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
the mods must have done taht just now, because i don't remember you having that tag before. actually, who are the mods on this forum, again?
►shruggy81
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
No idea
►BuggyNuggy (Verified Tester)
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
Guys, please get back to the topic. The mysterious (and mostly inactive) mods of this forum can be discussed in a different thread, okay? Besides, I don't think they like to be talked about all too much, considering their lack of interactions on this sire.
►WhiteRainbowPart (Moderator) (ATGDev)
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
It's alright; neither my sister nor I mind being talked about. We might not post often, but we certainly do read most of the of the threads that are on this site. That's why the next update of Arena of the Great will add a lot of things that people found missing in our game mode (like music, for example). We will try to release it in the next couple of months, but we still have a lot of work to do.
Thank you all for enjoying our mod and website.
►SwiftyShootar
Replied On Oct 10th AW94:
WAIT WHAT!?
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(...)
The fields of both players were filled with different game-winning cards. Neither of the players had the health points necessary to survive another direct attack. On top of that, both decks were already running out of cards as well.
The game was obviously coming to an end.
Yet, despite that, Weiss knew that the real challenge had only just begun.
Dustless Tales was the very first trading card game she had ever played, but even she could tell that it was incredibly fast-paced and intense for its genre. Each player had only a single minute to play their turn, and games rarely lasted more than five of those turns.
Of the couple games she had managed to get through in the last hour or so, there hadn't been a single one that took more than five minutes.
It was perfect for her.
She didn't see herself playing it for long periods of time with her friends—they had other games for it—and she certainly wouldn't be spending her rare alone time on it either. It was, however, perfect for situations like the one she was currently in.
Entire days scheduled to every hour with different matters she had to attend—during which she ended up doing practically nothing anyways—were quite common occurrences to her after all.
With a quick game she could easily play on her Scroll when nobody was looking at her fingertips, those days might finally become a bit more manageable for her.
It was almost as if this game was made specifically for her.
A subtle smile appeared on Weiss's face as she felt her Scroll vibrate, indicating that her opponent had already made their move, and from what she could see, it wasn't a good one.
Her competitor was playing a typical unit-focused deck whose goal was to summon as many big and strong units as possible. It was one of the most basic, unrefined decks one could play, and its lack of complexity was showing in the plays that person was making.
For some reason, her opponent thought that sacrificing all their decently powerful units for a single one with their combined attributes and attack was a great idea.
A quiet chuckle escaped Weiss.
That fool she was playing against didn't even consider the fact that she had a way to finish them off during her turn! Their new unit couldn't do anything to stop her early due to the summoning sickness.
This game was hers to win!
Her turn started, and she drew a card.
It was a basic freeze spell that prevents units from doing anything for a turn; it was a it was a useful card but unnecessary at this point.
Leaving the newly drawn card in her hand, she instead reached for one of the continuous spells she had in play and tapped it to get one energy point for every defender monster in her graveyard.
There were six of those monsters.
With the boost to her energy, together with the significant amount of energy points she had saved up from the previous turn, she had enough power to fuel her most powerful attack spells.
Since her opponent chose not to put up any defences aside from their big monster, there was nothing to stop her from using them.
Knowing that her victory was assured, Weiss quickly used her spells to end the game.
Her opponent's health points were reduced to zero, and their avatar played a defeat animation as all the units on the field disappeared with a flashy explosion.
The defeat animation was a bit over the top, in Weiss's opinion, but she didn't mind it too much. It made every victory feel like a great accomplishment, and if anything, it certainly was entertaining.
An animated message appeared in the middle of her Scroll.
{Victory!}
As it was a simple victory message that she had seen multiple times already, Weiss didn't pay too much attention to it and simply clicked on it to get back to the game's title screen.
The moment she did click on it, however, something unexpected happened.
A new message appeared.
{Congratulations for getting past the ten introductory matches!}
Weiss raised an eyebrow.
That was a weird reward for winning her first ten games. She understood the need for some reward after finishing the first couple of games—customer retention was an important thing in both business and gaming—but she would have expected the reward to be some card packs or game currency. Those types of things would make the players want to return to the game more.
A custom congratulation message as a reward instead was rather odd, especially since it was probably more expensive to programme and animate it than to simply give the players some free currency.
Why would someone bother adding such a message in the first place?
Not thinking about it too much, she clicked on it again.
{Since you've proven your skill, the online mode will be unlocked!}
Weiss widened her eyes.
No, that couldn't be.
She quickly clicked the message again.
{From now on, you'll be able to play against other players!}
Weiss briefly scanned the message before clicking it again.
{Good luck!}
"I've been playing against bots the entire time!?" Weiss couldn't help but scream in surprise.
She had lost to some of them!
W-Was she a bad card game player?
She would need to play the game more and get better at it to correct that. Furthermore, no matter what happened, she couldn't allow her friends to learn about any of that at any point in the future.
They would never let her live through that.
Before she could wallow in despair and shame any further, she heard someone violently opening the doors of the room she was in.
"Miss Schnee!" One of the workers at the theatre shouted in panic as they entered, and they immediately zeroed in on her. "Is everything alright!? I've heard screaming. You aren't hurt, are you?"
Weiss shook in place at the sudden questions before hastily hiding her Scroll.
"W-What?" She asked awkwardly, unprepared for the worker's questions.
"You're alright then; good." The worker huffed, relieved at her safety. "I've heard your scream coming from this room. It was quite loud. I thought you were in danger because of that. What was that about?"
Right, she did scream quite loudly just a moment ago, didn't she?
It seemed that she screamed loud enough for it to be heard too.
Weiss gulped.
Those people worked for her father, and they would probably report anything unusual that happened here to him later. They could never learn about her passion for gaming, not if she wanted to continue being a gamer.
She had to give some excuse quickly!
"I-I was practicing!"
Yeah, that sounded like a good excuse; the worker should buy it, no problem.
The worker simply looked at her.
"Practicing?"
Weiss nodded frantically.
"Yes, I was practicing." She insisted. "You know, I was pushing my voice to its very limit. I will be singing in this theatre later, right? I need to know how my voice will sound in here, especially when it's at its loudest."
She hoped with all her heart that it would be enough to convince the worker.
"Right." The worker drawled. "In that case, I will leave you to it, I guess. Please don't scare us like that again, alright? You have no idea how much trouble we would be in if something happened to you."
Weiss nodded her head.
"Of course."
The worker eyed her for a moment before nodding his head as well.
"I will get back to work then." They said as they turned towards the door before murmuring to themselves somewhat loudly. "There's still plenty of work to do, and the day's slowly coming to an end. We still need to work on electricity and so many other things."
As the worker left and got back to work, they continued to murmur to themselves, but after a certain point, Weiss couldn't hear them anymore.
She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding.
In the end, she was safe.
She was far too close to being found out for her comfort, though.
With a shaky hand, she reached for her Scroll.
As she looked at it, though, she didn't turn it on to play another game.
It was enough gaming for now; she would have enough time to play later.
A sigh escaped her.
Right now, she still had her duties to attend to.
(...)
As he travelled through the city of Mantle with Chammy, or Ilia, as he now knew her, Jaune had to admit that the buses Mantle had were far more comfortable than the train he used to get to the city.
There was hardly even a comparison.
Not only did both Ilia and him have decent places to sit, but they also didn't even need to break into their savings to ride those buses!
It was almost too good to be real!
"Is this bus really that exciting to you, Knight?" Ilia asked as she watched his expression. "It's just a big car, you know?"
Jaune laughed a little bashfully.
"You don't understand; compared to the nightmare I had to go through on the train to get here, this bus is a luxury ride." He explained. "Seriously, I wouldn't wish the trip I had to Mantle on my greatest enemy."
Ilia snorted.
"Well, you better prepare yourself to leave this luxury ride pretty soon, because we are about to arrive."
Jaune perked up a little at that.
"You live around here?" He asked.
Ilia shook her head.
"Nope." She said before adding after a moment of thinking. "Although, I guess it could be considered to be a home for me at this point, considering just how often I end up staying here."
Jaune looked at his friend questioningly.
"The internet cafe I always use to play with you guys is here." Ilia explained.
Jaune nodded.
That explained it. He knew how often they played together—it was more uncommon for them to not play video games together than it was to play—so it wasn't a surprise for him that Ilia would treat the cafe like a home.
Also, they did know that the cafe owner was taking care of Ilia, so it wasn't strange that she could treat the cafe like that.
"I can't wait to finally see it." Jaune said.
Ilia smiled lightly as she stretched her muscles a little and prepared herself to leave the bus.
"Don't get your hopes too high, Knight." She said, standing up. "It's still just an ordinary internet cafe in the end. I'm sure you've seen plenty of them back in your home town. This one isn't too different."
Not wanting to be left behind on the bus, Jaune followed behind his friend and stood up as well.
"Next bus stop: The Central-East Alley." A prerecorded voice announced from the bus's speaker system. "Please hold onto something if you're standing, and make sure you're not blocking any paths. Thank you, and have a nice day."
Both of them moved closer to the bus's doors, and soon enough, those doors opened.
Ilia grinned.
"Let's go!" She said while leaving the bus excitedly.
Jaune nodded.
"Alright." He said. "Lead the way."
Lead the way, she did. Although the bus stopped at the bus station closest to the internet cafe, they still had to cross about two different streets in order to get to their goal. From the way those streets looked, Jaune could tell that they weren't exactly the safest places to be while in Mantle.
In his mind, he could already hear his mother fussing over him for simply being near such a shabby-looking street.
To be perfectly honest, he wasn't sure he would have been confident in going through streets like these on his own.
He might have been training to be a huntsman, but in the end, it still only took a single mistake on his part to end up being overwhelmed by numerically superior opponents, which probably wouldn't have been too difficult to find in a place like this.
Thankfully, they didn't end up running into any desperate criminals on their way to the cafe, and soon both of them were standing before a slightly run-down-looking building.
"Here we are!" Ilia exclaimed with a grin before confidently entering the place.
Jaune simply followed.
As they entered the cafe, however, he had to admit that it looked far more professional and organised on the inside than on the outside.
There were multiple rows of sturdy-looking desks with rather well-maintained computers on them. Everything appeared to be as clean as it should be, and there were a couple guests currently playing some games on their own.
Some of those guests even waved their hands towards them in greeting.
"Your friends?" Jaune asked.
Ilia turned towards him in confusion.
"Who? Those guys?" She asked, pointing at a few of the people who waved at them, before dismissing his question with a wave of her hand. "Nah, they are simply fellow regulars at the cafe. We don't even know each other's names, let alone consider each other friends. I'm pretty sure they think I'm the daughter of a cafe owner or something."
"Huh." Jaune let out.
As they stood there, he observed the whole room, taking in exactly what type of place his friend considered to be her home.
It was weird for him to think that Ilia basically lived in such a lively place, which people visit practically every day, and wasn't acquainted with any of them. He struggled to imagine how one could live in such conditions without at least being familiar with every regular customer here.
That might have been because of his own upbringing, though.
Before he could concentrate on anything specific in the cafe, however, he felt himself being grabbed by a hand and dragged towards one of the closed doors at the end of the room.
"Woah, hey!" He shouted, slightly shaken from the sudden contact.
Ilia grinned.
"Quit gawking there like that!" She said, while dragging him through the cafe. "We've got our own room to play in, and the old man promised to make us some hot chocolate. There's no need to stay here any longer."
"W-What?" Jaune asked, confused by all the new information.
He didn't get any answers to his question, though. Instead, Ilia simply entered one of the doors with the confidence of someone who lived there to reveal a smaller room with only two desks and four computers inside.
There was also an older man gently putting down two mugs of hot liquid on one of those desks.
"I see you're back, Ilia." The cafe owner said calmly, after making sure none of the hot chocolate would spill on the computers, before turning towards them. "Is that your friend that you've brought with you?"
Ilia's grin widened.
"Yup." She said. "It's Knight."
The cafe owner turned towards Jaune.
"I assume that Knight isn't your real name, boy, is it?" The older man said.
Jaune shook his head.
"No, sir, my name's Jaune."
The cafe owner nodded his head slightly.
"It's nice to meet you, Jaune." He said. "I've made you two some hot chocolate; I hope you will enjoy it. Unfortunately, I can't stay with you here much longer since I've still got a job to do, so I will leave you alone. Have fun."
With a final gentle smile and a nod of his head, the cafe owner turned towards the door and left for the main room.
Jaune only watched as the man left them alone.
"So that's the person who's taking care of you, huh?" He asked.
Ilia nodded.
"Yeah." She said. "Nice person, isn't he?"
Jaune nodded.
"He seems like one."
A chuckle escaped Ilia.
"Okay, enough of that." She said, before turning towards the desk with two computers on it. "Let's go play something, alright?"
They headed towards the computers, and as they started them, Jaune couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised at how good they were.
Sure, those computers might not have been top of the line anymore—in all honesty, Jaune wasn't completely certain that they had ever been in that league—but they certainly were better than whatever his family had back home.
It wasn't significantly better, granted, but he could definitely see the difference.
"Are all the computers in this cafe so good?" He asked.
Ilia turned towards him and raised one of her eyebrows questioningly.
"Good?" She asked.
Jaune paused for a second.
Has he just asked something weird?
Those were good computers; he was certain of it. His own computer couldn't be so terrible that everything else looked like a relatively solid PC to him. His home town might not have been the most advanced city on Remnant, but it surely wasn't that far behind everyone else.
It couldn't be possible.
"Yeah, they are good, right?" Jaune said, trying to keep his confidence. "Just look at how many big programmes they are running at the same time; computers back home wouldn't have been able to do that for sure."
Ilia looked at him with a somewhat pitying gaze.
"Jaune," She said. "Those are average at best. I'm pretty sure that the only computer I've ever seen in my entire life that was worse than these was the one used by my parents, who couldn't afford anything decent."
Jaune groaned a little.
Ilia snickered.
"You really are a village boy, aren't you, Jaune?"
"Shut it, Ilia." Jaune growled slightly. "Let's just play."
An elated laugh escaped his friend.
"Sure." Ilia said as she sat down and leaned on her office chair. "What are we playing?"
"ATG?" He offered.
"With just the two of us?" Ilia grimaced. "We wouldn't be the majority of the team then. You know how awkward it is to play with only half the team, right? It would be just like back when Snow was busy with her tests."
A sigh escaped Jaune.
"You're right." He said, before thinking for a moment or two. "How about we simply play against each other? You know, without any teams or even different modes. It would be interesting to see how we play when we can see each other."
Ilia hummed slightly.
"You mean, you want to simply play a normal Sci-War match?"
"Yeah." Jaune nodded.
Ilia groaned.
"You're going to destroy me." She complained. "You and Snow are too good at the standard modes compared to me. I swear, it's like both of you are natural-born army generals or something."
Jaune grinned.
"Oh, are you chickening out on me here?"
A scoff escaped Ilia.
"You wish." She said. "I will win against you this time, for sure."
Jaune chuckled a little.
"Let's play, then!"
(...)
Amelia Arc was worried.
Her son—the only son she had of her eight children—was currently away from the rest of her family, and she had no idea what he was doing! On top of that, she didn't even know if the person he was with was trustworthy or not.
For all she knew, her son might currently be doing drugs after some clearly naughty guy had convinced him to try!
What if her son returned to her different than before?
A quiet gasp escaped her.
What if he didn't return at all!?
It would be a disaster!
With a nervous expression on her face, she looked out the window of her hotel room. It was already quite dark outside, and she was pretty sure that the storm clouds were slowly gathering in the sky.
Would her child be able to find them in such conditions?
None of her children had ever truly experienced the dangers of a big city during the night, and Jaune was one of her younger children on top of that. He was bound to get himself into some sort of trouble; she was certain of it.
How couldn't she be worried for him in this situation?
"Mom, you're panicking again." A voice called out to her from the room's door. "I can assure you that Chammy is a trustworthy person, and she knows the dangers of Mantle herself. If they got into any trouble at all, they would give us a call. They have Scrolls, after all."
Amelia quickly turned her head towards the door.
Noir Arc, one of her older daughters, stood there; she looked exhausted.
"What if something happened to them before Jaune could call us Noir?" Amelia asked, not calmed by her daughter's words at all. "What if that Chammy girl doesn't have a Scroll with her? You don't know whether she brought it with her or not."
Noir sighed.
"It's the end of a century, Mom." She said, as if it were more than enough to explain everything. "Everybody has a Scroll nowadays, no matter how outdated or rusty it might be. I'm certain Chammy had it with her, as well."
Amelia shivered a little in silence, trying to contain her worries.
Her daughter sighed again.
"Relax, mom." Noir said, before walking up to Amelia. "I'm sure they are fine, and if you really are so worried, then you can simply call Jaune to ask how he's doing. He will answer your call, for sure."
Amelia looked at her daughter.
"I-" She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "You're right, Noir. I just worry; that's what I tend to do. I will call him later; there's still plenty of hours in a day, and I'm sure my boy is responsible enough to not get entangled in something dangerous."
Noir nodded with a smile.
"Jaune will undoubtedly be thankful for that, as well."
Amelia hummed.
Her daughter was right; there was no point in worrying over her child if they could call for help at any time. Besides, she saw the way her son was training to become a Huntsmen in the future; he could handle himself.
A wistful expression appeared on her face as she thought about Jaune's Huntsman training.
There were times she wished that she knew at least half the things about her husband's profession that he knew. If that were the case, then she would have been able to help her son with his training and maybe connect with him more.
Unfortunately, her knowledge about the life of a Huntsman was practically nonexistent, and she doubted she could get much into it at her age anymore.
With a corner of her eye, she saw her daughter reaching for a Scroll to quickly check something.
Although—now that she thought about it—lately her son had happened to come across another hobby, one that wouldn't be too rigorous to get into, at least partially. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to become a bit interested in it too.
"Hey, Noir?" She asked.
Noir looked back at her again.
"Yes, mom?"
Amelia smiled.
"Recently, you made a video game with the help of your brother and his friends as your project, right?" She asked, and upon receiving a nod of confirmation from her daughter, she continued. "Do you think it would be possible for you to tell me some things about that project? I'm curious about all the new things my children are doing with that technology that's ahead of me."
The eyes of her daughter sparkled.
"Of course, mom."
(...)
Two grand armies of Grimm and Nomads faced each other in the valley.
One of them was a finely crafted army made of grimm units that supported and complemented each other perfectly while pushing against their foes. The other one, in comparison, was nothing more than an almost random collection of nomadic soldiers gathered together in a frantic effort to stop a disastrous push by their enemies.
It wasn't to say that the Nomad army was bad, however.
Had it fought against any other opponents it could have faced, it would have undoubtedly been rather impressive.
The only issue was that the army of grimm was led by Jaune. He was far too good at leading them to be stopped by any somewhat impressive collection of units that Ilia thought could pass off as a proper counter to him.
A small smile appeared on Jaune's face as he split a part of his army off to send them directly to Ilia's base.
At the very least, he could safely say that his friend's skills at playing Sci-War were greater than any random player he might have fought in a casual match online. Which was to be expected, if he thought about it, considering how competitive Ilia tended to be.
Despite her comparative inexperience, Ilia was still a decent strategy player, after all.
It was extremely likely that his plan was going to fail, or at least be met with significant opposition.
Already, he could picture in his mind his side push being held off by some hidden trap he missed, or maybe reserve units. She was undoubtedly already preparing for a situation like this.
A slight shudder of anticipation went through him.
Moments like these were the reason he enjoyed strategy games so much. No matter what happened, he could never be certain of his victory, and he always needed to be prepared for any possible scenario.
It was only a matter of time before he would need to think of another strategy to get past his friend's defences again!
"Argh! No, don't send your units there!" Ilia shouted in anguish, desperately struggling to protect her main base from the small horde of grimm. "I haven't set up any defences there yet! I'm getting destroyed! No!"
Jaune's smile turned wry.
A bold victory message appeared on his screen.
Apparently there were times he could just assume that he won a match in a strategy game, especially if he was playing against Ilia, as it turned out.
"It looks like it's my victory, Ilia." He leaned back a little to stretch his muscles; they'd been playing for quite some time now, and he could already feel the consequences of that. "I have to say, it was a good game."
"Maybe for you; I haven't won a single game today." Ilia pouted as she crossed her arms.
Jaune chuckled a little.
"You weren't that bad, Ilia."
A loud grumble escaped his friend.
"We've played eleven matches today, Jaune." Ilia pointed at her computer screen, which showed the history of their private lobby. "Eleven of them! How did you even manage to play so good for all of them?
Jaune scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"I mean, it isn't that difficult." He murmured. "Most of the setup is basically an automated process to me, and the choices I make during the middle and late game are usually rather intuitive. It's really not that complicated if you get into it."
Ilia looked at him for a moment.
"We are playing GrimmBattle next." She said, sounding completely serious. "I can't let you have all the victories today, and I'm not playing another strategy game with you unless we have Snow with us."
Jaune blinked a couple of times.
"Okay?" He asked more than stated.
Ilia nodded.
"Good, now start the game; I have a score to settle with you."
Not wanting to waste any time, Jaune immediately closed Sci-War and moved to open GrimmBattle. Before he could even click on the second game's icon, however, his Scroll began ringing.
With a raised eyebrow and a curious expression, he checked who was calling him.
It was his father.
He quickly checked the time.
It was almost two hours past midnight.
He winced.
They might have been playing a little bit longer than he expected. The only reason his mother wasn't calling him right now was probably because she was already asleep and prepared for the next day.
"Is everything alright?" Ilia asked.
"My parents are calling." He showed the Scroll to his friend before pointing at the time. "I think we might've played for a little bit longer than we should have. Especially since I forgot to call them ever since arriving here, too."
Ilia looked at the time and winced as well.
"Oh, well, you better answer them then." She said.
Jaune nodded, and without another word, he answered the Scroll and brought it to his ear.
"Hey, dad." He started the conversation.
"Do you have any idea what hour it is?"
Yeah, he could already picture what this conversation was going to look like.
"Is it two o'clock?"
"Yes, it's two o'clock." His father sighed. "At least you know how late it is. Your mother was worried about you the entire time, and the only reason she didn't call was because I told her I would call you instead. Couldn't you have sent us a message saying that you are fine or something?"
Jaune winced once again.
"Sorry, I completely forgot about that."
His dad sighed for the second time.
"I assume you will be staying with your friend for the night." His father asked.
Jaune opened his mouth to say that this would probably be the case. Before he could say anything, though, he saw Ilia nod her head at him, confirming that he would be spending the night here.
"Yes, I will." He said in the end.
"Good." His father said. "In that case, make sure not to spend the entire night playing video games because we are planning on doing some sightseeing with the whole family tomorrow, okay?"
"Got it." Jaune said with a nod.
His father hummed.
"Also, if you want, I'm pretty sure I would be able to reserve us a spot in an arena in one of the huntsmen prep schools around here, after the concert, of course." His dad said, before explaining. "The headmaster there owes me a couple of favours for all the missions I did for him. You could use it to spar with your friend a little, and I could give you some pointers as well. What do you say?"
Before answering, Jaune looked at Ilia questioningly, as if to ask whether she would be up for it.
The answer he received was an excited nod.
"We would like that, yes." He said. "Thanks."
He heard his father grunt, and he imagined he probably nodded too.
"Alright." His dad huffed. "In that case, good night, son."
Jaune smiled.
"Good night, dad."
The call ended.
"I guess we will have the chance to test ourselves in a more physical way during this visit of yours, as well." Ilia said with a grin.
Jaune nodded.
"Yeah, it appears so." He said. "Are we calling it a day and going to sleep? I think we played enough games for today."
Ilia snorted in response.
"Are you kidding?" She asked. "I still have a score to settle with you today! We are not going to sleep until I get at least a couple of wins against you. Don't think about throwing your games, either; I will know."
Jaune couldn't help but groan.
He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, was he?
And cut!
The next chapter will probably be concert already, then a spar between Ilia and Jaune either the same chapter, or right after that one.
Don't expect regular updates anytime soon, though, my next month is packed.
Welp, that's it for now.
Seee yaa!