Sup again. Here's a new chapter for all of you. And yes, it's a continuation chapter.. again. I feel like I haven't given Nanamo enough love lately. So here ya go.

The two weeks Nanamo had set aside for her training at the Hall of the Novice had come and gone in a flash. After the incident with two of the Warriors of Darkness things settled into a steady, yet somewhat monotonous two weeks of training.

And while there were some high points, like when Tataru tagged along for a bit of field experience when she found out about Nanamo's training and got mauled by her Carbuncle and then got sneezed on by a Goobbue. The rest of the time was just basic drills and such(in the end she cleared all three courses). Which had inadvertently led to an argument between herself and Naruko.. which led to the current situation. And no, it wasn't because the 'Master of Magic' kept flirting with Naruko while she was practicing basic spells… fucking bitch.

Ironically enough though, the older Lalafell woman was actually married and had three daughters and was only doing it to test her patience. Something about her needing to be able to focus while casting spells. Which ended up being partially bullshit because she was actually divorced and the flirting was real.

All things considered, it uh... it may have ended with Nanamo making out with Naruko and Mokaka(the Master of Magic) around mid way through the training… aaand they also may have had a threesome with Mokaka…

'Hmm.. now that I think of it, Naruko really is a bad influence on me.' Nanamo thought, blushing softly at the memory of the rather beautiful MILF she and Naruko had.. relations with during her training.

The Alliance leaders and Alphinaud stared at Nanamo with mixed expressions. Ranging from pride to apprehension and also slight confusion.

The young Sultana had her pale pink hair tied back in a loose ponytail and instead of her usual attire she now donned a Brand New set of armour. Said armour consisted of a lightly armored hooded two-toned gray tabard over chainmail, a pair of leather gloves that went just past her elbow, a shortish blue and gray skirt and finally a pair of leather and chainmail sabatons that were finished with brass plates to protect her knees.(She wanted to wear her plate and chainmail armour, but sadly it was still far too heavy for her to wear. It looked awesome on her though… when she wasn't falling over due to the weight)

And to finish off the look she had a sheathed sword on her lap.

All in all, she looked the part of an aspiring adventurer.

"And that's about it really." Naruko said as she leaned back, having just finished explaining a brief version the last two weeks.

Nanamo rolled her eyes. Clearly something had happened during the last fortnight, something that neither wanted to talk about.

"Raubahn, if you've the time, would you perhaps be able to teach Nanamo some basic tactical drills? We didn't have the time to cover full group tactics and evasion/stack tactics, given that we only had two weeks." Naruko asked as she slid a list of drills they hadn't been able to do. "It's just some later squad tactics. Y'know, eight to twenty four man stuff that we didn't have the time to go over."

Raubahn looked over the list for a moment before nodding "Aye lass, I'm sure I could gather some recruits. Perhaps your former Squadron? They have experience with such things, no?"

Naruko nodded "Sounds good. Hilumi and the others know me and it would be good to have them off their asses.. oh and make sure to talk to one of The Smiths. They'll send one of their people to evaluate and give Nanamo her final piece of Rookie gear if she passes, which I've no doubt she will.. if she listens that is."

Nanamo scoffed lightly "Wouldn't need to do this if she'd just let me-"

"Let you do what Nanamo? Run off and get your ass killed?" Naruko glared.

"I can handle myself." Nanamo bit back.

Naruko scoffed, "Oh suuuure. Like how you could handle that dodo that sliced your cheek?"

Nanamo blushed lightly in embarrassment at the mention of the small scar.

"Or perhaps the other time you completely disregarded what I said and ate some wild berries." The taller of the two continued.

"I thought they were Rolanberries!"

"And I said they weren't! But what did you do? You fucking ate them anyway!" Naruko shouted back.

This continued back and forth for a few minutes while the others shared concerned glances. Though Kan-E-Senna and Raubahn looked a touch worried when they heard about the berries.

"Maybe if you didn't constantly tell me what to do, I would have listened to you!" Nanamo spat angrily.

"Are you forgetting that I am your guild assigned mentor?" Naruko questioned.

"Yes and perhaps if you weren't so overbearing we could have gotten more done!"

"Literally my job, Nanamo. As your mentor I'm supposed to be overbearing. I'm supposed to make sure you aren't treating being an adventurer like a fucking game!"

"Yeah well if you gave me just a smidge of freedom, I would've gotten more done!"

"We had two weeks Nanamo. That is barely enough time to cover the fucking basics. And y'know what, maybe if you actually listened, you wouldn't have shit yourself you fucking idiot." Naruko said with a look of disappointment and slight anger.

Nanamo recoiled back with a look of utter humiliation "I said multiple times that if you see purple berries that look like Rolanberries, do not eat them. I told you they have a laxative effect if eaten raw.. But nooooooo, you just had to ignore me and eat fucking ten of them. And may I remind you that I had said that just four would be enough to fuck up the stomach of someone that's around my height and bodyweight."

The room went deathly silent. Whether it was out of shock or just plain awkwardness, Nanamo didn't know.

"I'm sorry but what?" Merlwyb asked, completely dumbfounded by the conversation playing out.

"This idiot ate a wild variant of a type of berry that is known to give a mixture of stomach cramps and diarrhea if eaten in certain amounts." Naruko pinched the bridge of her nose "Its more cultivated cousin is commonly refined into a herbal remedy for constipation… literally all Apothecaries stock it."

While Naruko was explaining what the berry was, Nanamo was getting angrier and angrier.

With a huff, the Sultana stood from her seat and stormed out of the Fragrant Chamber.

There was absolutely no reason for Naruko to bring up her little… accident from three days ago. It was bad enough that she had to strip down and wash herself off in the river where it happened. Worse when she started feeling the cramps again in the water, and absolutely nightmarish when it happened again when Naruko was carrying her back to town.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh no… the worst part was when those gods damned Warriors of Darkness stumbled across the both of them whilst she was ass naked in the river.

-Flashback-

'Please Gods... tell me this isn't happening?' Nanamo thought as she tried to cover her privates as she stood thigh deep in the stream.

Naruko stood defensively in front of Nanamo as she glared at the party before her. Her hand gripped her Bravura tightly.

The Hyur, Arbert(she's heard the Lalafell call him Ardbert before so it was likely an alias.. a lazy one at that) raised his hands placatingly "Now now, Warrior of Light. This is just a bit of an unfortunate coincidence.." he said somewhat nervously, making sure to keep his gaze solely on Naruko. He was a married man after all, and it would be extremely rude to stare at the naked and clearly uncomfortable Lalafell woman behind her.

"Right… either you and your ragtag group of misfits are either here for us, or you are going for Titan. You'd best hope it's the latter." Naruko growled as she clutched the haft of her Bravura… huh, now that she thought of it. The Hyur fella has an almost exact copy of her axe and armour..

Either he was a practitioner of the Warrior arts.. or something fishy was going on here. And she was thinking the latter due to the rather.. interesting similarities he and the Lalafell woman have to herself and Nanamo. And given how she'd just finished up with that Alexander shit a few weeks back… her guess is they are probably a different timeline's version of herself and Nanamo that somehow ended up here. No doubt through Ascian mischief… bit weird though. Is that really what she looks like as a guy? She honestly figured she'd look more like Minato.. although she could see the similarities.

But regardless, you'd think since they outnumber her five to one that they'd be more confident.. and if this were any other person you would be right. But after their initial encounter, in which they all had a consecutive vision showing a scenario where Naruko manhandled a sizable group of Garlean soldiers and a Magitek Reaper with her bare hands whilst only dressed in a pair of shorts and her bra, which ultimately resulted in Naruko punching Ardbert hard enough that it dented his abdominal armour and launched him back several fulms while they were mid vision. Imagine his shock when he came too from the vision only to find himself flat on his ass and struggling to breath. The poor man thought he was dying for a moment.

So yeah, they weren't fool enough to even attempt to attack her, especially seeing as her lover was currently in a rather uncomfortable looking position behind her.. odd, that woman next to her using healing magic looked strikingly like Lamitt.

That was strange, where did she…

Ardbert's eyes widened to an almost comical degree.

Looking down on his left Ardbert saw that Lamitt was no longer next to him.

Oh good god Lamitt wasn't next to him.

Ardbert's head shot back up as he stared in horror as Lamitt used her healing magicks to aid her fellow Lalafell.

"I don't know what you are doing, but..eep." The Lalafellin healer was cut off by Naruko quite literally lifting her by her head.

"Mind explaining what you are doing?" Naruko growled at the White Mage.

"Well.. your companion appears to be suffering from a gastrointestinal issue and I was simply allaying the effects. And while not perfect as I'm not familiar with whatever caused the issue.. it should lessen the effects for a time. Though given the state of the clothing on the shore, I would say the worst has passed, though regardless you should get her home and have her drink a Potion and Antidote to allay further effects… I'd also burn those clothes though. Trust me, you will never get the stains out." Lamitt said calmly as the Miqo'te woman in her group gagged slightly due to her close proximity to the soiled garments. "And while yes, you scare the absolute shit out of me. I would be remiss to not aid someone in need.. After all, I am a healer." The small woman said defiantly.

And it would have seemed rather brave to… if she wasn't shaking like a leaf in the wind that is.

"If you piss yourself again, I'm throwing you into the lake." Naruko said with a deadpan expression.

"That was one time! It wasn't my fault that I had to go when you came up behind me and Ardbert and scared me." Lamitt shot back red faced.

"Excuses excuses… also wasn't his name Arbert?" Naruko asked.

"Oh gods damn it Lamitt!" The miqo'te groaned.

"Shut the fuck up Randa! She's holding me by the fucking head as if she's inspecting a ripe melon!" Lamitt yelled back.

-Flashback end-

Nanamo shook her head as she exited the Quicksand. Honestly, at least things didn't escalate from there. That was something she would admit she was grateful for Naruko to have stopped.

Looking down, she stared at the two Guildleves in her hand. Within the silver frame of one was a stained glass plate depicting a trio of elezen men writing in books. The stained glass plate of the other depicted the scene of Saint Daniffen and the Basilisk.

"Prudence and Valor.. simple enough." Nanamo muttered, as she focused her aether to teleport to Camp Drybone. Sure, Naruko would be furious with her later. Given that she lied to the Levemete and said that Naruko would be overseeing her attempting these Leves.. but it was worth it.

After all, how hard can slaying some errant beasts be. Right?

"I should probably do that thing Naruko does actually.. just in case." Nanamo said, reaching out to the Aetheryte. She didn't know what this did, given she was already attuned to it, but if Naruko always did it there surely had to be a reason right?

-Later-

Nanamo shuddered as she dragged herself towards the road.. a trail of blood left in her wake.

Several fulms behind her, a dead Hyur laid. A bloodied dagger near his hand.. Nanamo's own blade buried in his gut. Abandoned.

"Gods.. I messed up.." She sobbed, her vision darkening.

She was cocky. She thought after finishing the Valor Leve that felling a man would be as simple as a beast.. she was wrong. Gods she was so fucking wrong.

'Am.. am I going to die?' Nanamo thought, her body giving out from blood loss 'I.. I don't.. Naruko.. I'm sorry.' her vision faded to black…

*Thump*

Only for her to almost immediately be jolted back into consciousness by a hard impact.

In a panicked, confused fervor. The Sultana scrambled into a sitting position and looked around rapidly. "I'm.. I'm back at..how?" She wondered in confusion. She was in front of the Camp Drybone Aetheryte.

Looking down she saw a blade sized tear in her tabard. Tentatively, she brought a shaking hand to the hole. The pink haired woman let out a gasp.. there was a sensitive, fresh scar on her stomach.

"W-what? H-how am I…" Nanamo started hyperventilating. How was she still alive? Was she alive? Was she actually-

A pair of hands grasped her shoulders.

"Breath, Nanamo. I'm here."

Taking a few shaky breaths, Nanamo looked up at the voice. Her eyes filled with tears and she let out a sob when she realised it was Naruko.

Closing her eyes, Nanamo took a few breaths to calm herself. Upon opening them, she saw her girlfriend looking at her with concern. Behind her, Raubahn and Kan-E-Senna stood, concern etched in their visages.

"Are you good?" Naruko asked.

Nanamo nodded "Yes.. yes I believe I-"

*Slap*

"What the absolute fuck were you thinking!?" Naruko roared at the smaller woman.

Nanamo winced as she held her now red and stinging cheek. "I… I just.."

"Just what? Wanted to prove me wrong? Well good fucking going, Nanamo. That fucking turned out so fucking well huh!" Behind Naruko, Kan-E-Senna held up a hand to stop Raubahn from intervening.

"It told you. I fucking told you that you weren't fucking ready. I told you that fighting a man is different than fighting wild animals. But no, you just had to fucking ignore me." Naruko shouted, grasping Nanamo's shoulders almost painfully tight.

"I.. I only wanted you to.. I just…" Nanamo couldn't begin to form a sentence. The weight of what had happened was still heavy on her mind.

"For fucks sake Nanamo, you could have died!...You did die.." Naruko whispered the last part with a sob, pulling Nanamo into a tight embrace.

"W-what?" Nanamo whispered in shock. She had.. died? But.. but how was.. this didn't make any..

Wait!

"That.. attunement trick.. I.. then that means you…" Nanamo's mind was a blur as she stumbled back few steps.

She had died. But she was alive. The attunement thing that Naruko taught her saved it.. brought her back… but.. how did Naruko know it would have worked?

No.. no the only way she would know I'd if..

"You.. you died before.. haven't you?" Nanamo whispered.

Naruko's gaze softened "I.. yeah. A few times now." She said, pulling the smaller woman into her arms.

The two stayed like that for a moment. The.. realisation of this newfound information slowly processing in the Sultana's mind.

"Naruko.. can.. can we please go home now?" Nanamo sniffed.

Naruko nodded silently as she picked her lover up and held her. However, as Naruko made towards the chocobo carriage, Nanamo spoke.

"I.. I meant our home."

Naruko smiled softly and focused her aether. With a bright flash the two of them were no longer in Camp Drybone. But instead outside a large, two storey house in Mist.

Later that night, and after several conversations via linkpearl and Tomestone about Nanamo's condition and where the two of them where. Naruko sat at the edge of hers and Nanamo's bed and explained to her how she was essentially immortal now.

Naruko explained her thoughts on the subject. About how the Ascians had what seemed to be a dark version of the Echo and could only be killed in a very specific manner, and how they seemingly did not age(although she contributed that to them body jumping).

So therefore, would it not be the same that those with The Blessing were also theoretically immortal? The answer.. was yes. As Naruko herself could attest.

That was one piece of knowledge that Nanamo could have gone without ever knowing. And as she and Naruko laid in their bed, she swore to herself.

She would never let Naruko face these horrors alone ever again. She would train, learn and grow so that one day… one day she may stand by her love's side.

One day…

And done. Hope you liked it.

Now, onto an alternate scenario. Essentially, it was either this or the one you just read. With this one losing the coin flip. So here's the brief version of this one.

(Not Ready)

Nanamo stared at the dying man in shock.

Beside her, Naruko stood. Holding out Nanamo's sword.

"Finish him." Naruko said, coldly.

"W-what?" Nanamo looked at the red headed woman.

"Finish. Him." The Warrior of Light growled, forcing the sword into Nanamo's hands. "He is already dying from the wound you inflicted. End his suffering."

Nanamo stared in shock at Naruko, before turning her gaze to the Hyur man lying before them.

And it was true, the man was slowly bleeding out. His eyes begging her.. begging her for mercy.

"I…" Nanamo stammered.

"I.. I.. I can't.." The Sultana whispered, the sword clattering to the ground. "I can't…"

Naruko growled before unsheathing her own blade and driving it into the dying man's heart with ruthless efficiency.

Pulling her blade from the now deceased man's chest, Naruko wiped the blood off on her leg and sheathed the sword. She let out a breath before she reached down and picked up Nanamo's sword.

"I told you. I told you and you just wouldn't fucking listen." Naruko growled, roughly hoisting Nanamo up off her knees and onto her feet by the scruff of her neck.

"You. Are. Not. Ready." Naruko said, her voice laced with disappointment.

Later, when they returned to the Quicksand Naruko shoved Nanamo towards the bar before she strode up to the Leve counter and socked Eustace clean in the jaw. "Are you fucking retarded or something? Or were you trying to get her fucking killed?" Naruko growled at the Hyur man.

Over by the bar, Nanamo wasn't fairing any better.

"You absolute bloody idiot!" Momodi shouted, "Have you any goddamn idea the literal mountain of shit you have just gotten yourself, Naruko and me into? Hells, do you have any bloody idea how fucking worried you made us?"

Nanamo simply looked down in shame. Honestly, she was glad the Quicksand was empty at the moment.

"Gods above," Momodi groaned, sitting on her stool behind the counter "When I agreed to sign you up with the Guild. You promised me, promised that you'd listen to Naruko. And now here we bloody are.. fucking hell.."

The red headed Lalafell pulled a chilled bottle of ale out from under the counter and popped the stopper in it before downing the entire thing in one go.

"Gods.. you and that girl will be the damn death of me." Momodi sighed.

Looking back at the now rather despondent Sultana, Momodi let out another sigh "Look.. ugh.. just.. just go to Naruko's room and get yourself cleaned up." She said, tossing the pink haired Lalafell the spare set of keys.

Nodding quietly, Nanamo made her way up stairs just as Naruko got done with giving Eustace a verbal thrashing. And after asking Momodi where Nanamo was, followed the shorter woman shortly afterwards.

And there you go. Hope you all enjoyed it. See ya next time.