I can't believe this is actually back

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Darkness, all around is a deep black darkness surrounding you on all sides, it this darkness is all-consuming, all destroying and ever present.

You know this darkness, you’ve been inside it before, many times before, in-fact, you were birthed in this darkness.

Within this darkness, there is no space, for it is emptier than emptiness itself.

Within this darkness, there is no time, for there are no events, no passage, no movement, it is stagnant in the purest sense.

Within this darkness, there are no people, there is only you, you and you alone.

No, in-fact, it would be more accurate to say this darkness is you, it’s you compressed and brought down to your purest essence.

The essence of nothingness.

However, within this world of yourself, the nothingness isn’t truly pure, there is one thing besides you in this place.

That is the sound of the piano.

The playing the of piano is the one thing besides yourself that resides in this place.

Ever since you were born, you’ve heard it, again and again, it’s the same tune, every single time, yet it is different each time you hear.

It is a tune of love, one of affection, peace and happiness.

It soothes you, gives you peace inside this world of nothing.

But it also irritates you, because it makes you curious, where, in this world of nothing, can a piano be coming from?

The curiosity grows, grows and grows, until it becomes unbearable.

You must know, you can’t continue without knowing, but to know is to reach out and to reach out means facing the truth of the world.

Can you do it? Face the truth of the world? You?

What do you do?

>Reach out to the truth

>Relent and stay

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>>3801715
Well believe it anon, I'm back, Hiatus is over!

>>3801729
>>Reach out to the truth

I've been looking forward to this day

>>3801729
>Reach out to the truth

>>3801737
>>3801755

You and me both.

>Reach out...

>Writing

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“Welcome back, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”

Your eyes pry open slowly and a face comes into view.

The face is a lot like yours, but calmer, more sincere but almost with a strange sinsterness about it.

That’s the face of the one you know as Genesis, the voice in the back.

You look around to find yourself in the familiar yet strange cafe he resides in, in the background the humming of a piano rings out slowly.

He smiles at you, once he realizes you’ve come to your senses, “It’s nice to see you again.” he says.

You blink once, your mind comes to and just like that you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Oh god dammit, did I die again?” you ask.

Your name is Derrick Holums and it seems you’re in some deep shit.

He laughs, “You always say the most fun things! No, no, no my friend, you have no perished, you are alive and well.”

That confuses you, “Huh? But I thought the only times I can come to this place is when i’m in a state of half-death or whatever the hell you said before.”

He reaches down and picks up a cup of steaming coffee, “That’s usually how it is, yes, but this is a special occasion, you see, I called you here.” he answers.

“Called me here?” you question.

“Yes, I have something I wish to speak to you about, thus I’ve called you here in the misdist of your sleep.” he answers.

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You squint at him, “Since when did you have the power to just drag me here willy-nilly?”

He gives a flaky look, “I couldn’t tell you precisely when I acquired this power, all I know is, quite recently and very conveniently.” he answers.

(What a half-assed answer…) you think, the droning of the piano playing Trois Gymnopedies on loop annoying you slightly.

What will ask?

>Be more specific, how the hell are you getting these powers anyway?

>Okay, whatever, what is you want to talk about?

>Where the hell is that piano music coming from? Who’s playing that?

So much for the "finale".

>>3801788
>Gilgamesh
Oh no

>>3801794
>Where the hell is that piano music coming from? Who’s playing that?
>Okay, whatever, what is you want to talk about?

>>3801794
>>Where the hell is that piano music coming from? Who’s playing that?

>>3801795
It was the "Chapter 1 Finale" anon

>>3801808
>>3801813

>Where's that music coming from?

>Writing...

"Errr..." The keys of the piano play on and on, you wish to get straight to the point, but as the song loops and loops, the pleasantness of the song quickly becomes a frustrating ringing in your ears.

Noticing your frustration Genesis gives a concerned look, "Whatever could be the matter?" he asks.

"Yeah, where the hell is this piano music coming from? Who's playing?" you ask.

Quickly his look of concern becomes a look of deep annoyance, "Oh that? Just ignore it, I wish I could get it out of here too." he answers.

"Huh? What do you-"

"You would do well to call me by my name, rather than It you insolent brat." A new voice cuts you off.

"Huh?" you push your head from behind the booth you sit in and look towards the adjacent wall to see a piano sitting against.

In front of this piano, you someone's back, a woman's back, the playing finally stops as she addresses your conversation.

Upon hearing her voice, a deep frown takes Genesis face, "As far as I knew, you hold neither name nor a right to exist you disgusting monster."

The woman gets up and speaks, "And yet I do have a name and I most certainly exist, despite popular belief, rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated you see."

It's hard to get a direct look at her face from where you're sitting, but you can swear you've heard this voice before, somewhere...

"And that's down right shame isn't it? Abominations like you are curses on this world we just can't get rid of." he insults.

She laughs at that, "My existence may just be a curse, but that makes your existence a plague you cowardly worm."

He snarls at her as you look on confused, "Uh, is this like a personal thing you got going here? Is she like an ex-girlfriend or something?" you ask.

Genesis gags, "I'm sorry, but please, i beg you, don't ever insinuate that I would lower myself to even touching that mistake of nature."

"And I would appreciate you if don't think I have any other feelings but pure hatred and disgust for that high and mighty upstart brat." The woman states.

You nod your head gingerly"Uh-huh...I'll remember that."

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Genesis waves his hands, "Come now Derrick, ignore the fly over there and let's get back to the topic on hand, the reason I called you here-"

You blink and the second your eyes open again, the woman at the piano sits beside Genesis at the booth.

"Ignore me? Oh no, no, no, we cannot have that. I'm fine with avoiding you, but my dearest love here? The last thing I want is to be ignored." She says with a smile.

You flinch as you realize how close she's gotten so quickly, giving her a quick look, the first that that sticks out about her appearance is how dark-or rather- black it is.

She wears a black full-body dress with hints of yellow mixed in here that has a very businesswoman-like air about it, which contrasts to her skin, which is pale as death.

She wears a smile that is at the same kind of motherly yet seductive and devious, she looks at you with loving look in her eyes.

"Why hello my darling, you're beautiful and shining today as well." She compliments.

"...Excuse me?" It takes you a moment to process what's going on.

Genesis rolls his eyes, "How absolutely disgusting, you dare harm my friend with your awful appearance? A filthy harlot like you is best looked upon from the back in a dark alley, you whore." he insults relentlessly.

She turns away from you and all at once, the kind gaze she showed turns into a look of complete abhorrence, it was like she was looking at walking garbage.

"I'm sorry, did you say something boy? I could swear I heard the whining of a child but I see no babies nearby, merely your pathetic figure." she bites back.

He snarls, "I swear, this mongrel... Why can't you just disappear? You're like a cockroach, no matter how many times I stomp you out you keep coming back." he berates.

"Tell me worthless child, do you keep speaking because you wish for death or humiliation? I'm willing to give you both, you merely need to keep prattling." she attacks.

The two of them go on and on, you feel like if you don't step in, they will insult each other into infinity, frustration grows as you get impatient and very annoyed.

What will you do?

>Get their attention gently.

>Get their attention violently.

>>3801909
>>Get their attention violently.
The true Derrick way, nice to see you back champ, if it makes you feel better your Hiatuses are shorter than Togashi's. LAZY BASTARD I WANT MY ARC FINISHED STOP PLAYING DRAGON QUEST

>>3801909
>>Get their attention violently.
They won't stop otherwise

>>3801923
>>3801928

>Get their attention the Derrick way.

>Writing...

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SLAM! Goes your fist as you smash it into the table, scattering drinks and shutting the two of them up as they look back to you.

"Can you both shut your damn mouths!?" you shout.

Genesis sighs and collects himself, "My apologies, it's merely that this woman is the lowest scum of the earth, so I can't help myself you see." He insults.

"I'm scum? you rat, where do you get off-"

you growl and point your finger at them, "Listen alright, I don't have time to listen to two asshats bicker on and on about whatever the fuck kind of grudge you've got going, you're answering me these two question alright!?" you demand.

You point to the woman, "First, who the hell are you!?"

then you point to Genesis, "Second, why the hell am I here!?" you demand.

"...." The two of them go quiet for a moment, stunned by your complete belligerence, before speaking again.

"Right...Right, I'm sorry my beloved, truly. You're right, I should introduce myself." The woman apologizes.

She stands up so you can get a full view of her visage and bows to you, "I go by many names, The Omega, Vishnu, The Moon, Fate, Inevitable, recently people have been calling me The Angel of Black..." She lists off.

She then pulls her head up and smiles at you, "But all those names are rather scary and unappealing, I would rather you call me something cute like...Why not...Lucy?" She guesses.

"Lucy?" you question.

"Yes, Lucy Furona. That's the name I would like you to call me by." Lucy states.

"Okay then Lucy, what are you doing here? Why is this my first time seeing you?" you ask.

"Technically this isn't the first time we met. We actually met a long time ago." She corrects.

"A long time ago?" you question.

"You wouldn't remember it, not clearly anyway, but you were lost in a time of despair and agony and I, who I must confess, fell madly in love with you upon first laying eyes on you, came forward to save you." She explains.

"...Huh? What?" you question, not quite getting it.

She shakes her head, "It would be tedious and long-winded for me to go into the details, just know that I've been here for a long time, even longer than the whiny brat over there." She says pointing at Genesis who shoots a glare back at her.

You get that at least, "Okay...Then why haven't you come out till now?" you ask.

She puts her hands together in a fawning motion and looks away from your eyes, blushing, "T-To be honest, it's because I'm quite shy..." She answers.

"...Huh?" you blurt out.

She grabs nervously at her hair, twirling as she talks, "Well, I must admit, it took me quite a while to work up the courage needed to speak with you, you're just so...Beautiful and amazing, I felt I would faint if I approached you causally..." she answers.

Genesis looks on with a frown, he coughs into his hand as he speaks, "coughDon't go acting cute, when you're an old hagcough"

"Huh!?" She shouts back at him.

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"Sorry, it seems I've come down with the Truthing coughs I can't help but cough out the truth, my apologies." He explains.

"Never once in all my years have ever heard of such a disease." She counters.

"Cough And a great many years it has been for you, grandma cough" He insults.

"Hey!" She shouts.

"cough Sorry, I meant great grandma cough" he adds.

She snarls at him and you feel an argument coming up if you don't intervene again.

You wave your hands, "Whatever, Nice to meet you Lucy, can we get back to the topic at hand?" you ask.

"...Right." Lucy sits back down reluctantly as Genesis smiles, feeling triumphant that he got the last word in.

"Now what did you bring me here for?" you ask.

"Yes, you see, I would like to divine fate for you." He answers.

You give him a confused look, "I'm sorry, I don't speak ye old fancy tongue, what does that mean?"

"Basically, I'd like tell your fortune, as the kids are calling it these days." He answers.

You give him the stink eye, "Fortune telling? Really?" you question.

"Yes, is there some problem?" He asks.

"The last person that tried to tell my fortune tried to scam me out of 30,000 Jenny with promises of hope, happiness and horseshit." you explain.

"Ever since then, let's just say I'm not too keen on getting my fortune told." you state.

He laughs, "Now don't be like that, you can rest assured, I am most certainly not trying to scam you, this is totally free of charge after-all, the only thing I ask of you, is your attention." He states.

You roll your eyes, "Well I'm debating whether I should even give you that much, besides, I don't even believe in fate, so isn't this pointless?" you ask.

Genesis's eyes go wide,"You don't believe in fate? Now this will not do-"

He brings his hand and points to the roof, suddenly, a deck of cards come falling down from above, landing squaring on the ceneter of the table.

You look on, mesmerized by the spectacle
as Genesis reaches out and places his hand on top of the deck, "Fate is most certainly real my friend, don't dismiss something so important so causally." he states.

Now it's Lucy rolling her eyes, "Oh please don't tell you feel proud of yourself for performing that parlor trick, a chimp with half your power could do that." she berates.

Genesis's smile fades as he shakes his head, "You're spitefulness is only half as ugly as your face." He counters.

You sigh, "Get on with it please..."

She clicks her tongue as he sighs and continues, he swipes his hand and the deck of 4 cards spread out perfectly evenly on the table.

"Now then, since we've already taken up so much of your time, allow me to spare you the whole reading and I ask that you flip two of these cards." he asks.

"Just two?" you question.

"By your own hand preferable and one at a time, that way the divination isn't mixed or gets confused." he explains.

"...." you go silent as you look upon the cards.

They're all identical looking, each a blank black sheet of what looks soft plastic, no different from regular cards.

But at the same time, each one has this strange aura about it, an aura of foreboding and intimidation about them, each giving you a different, mostly negative feeling about them.

From the 1st card, you feel anger and a deep sadness, the kind of pain a knife to the back would give you.

From the 2nd, you feel, you feel loss, a feeling much like mourning, as if you've lost something precious to you.

From the 3rd you feel, destruction and hate, like the entire world is collapsing around you.

From the 4th...you can't quite put into words the feeling the 4th one gives you, it feels both amazing yet terrifying, glorious yet intimidating, right yet wrong.

What will you do?

>Flip the 1st card

>Flip the 2nd card

>Flip the 3rd card

>Flip the 4th card

>>3802124
>>Flip the 4th card

>>3802124
>Flip the 4th card

>>3802135
>>3802156

>The 4th

>Writing...

You reach out towards the 4th card, a strange feeling of trepidation consumes you, making your hand moving gruelingly slow, despite the fact you're trying your hardest to move quickly.

It feels like several minutes pass before you finally manage to place your hand atop the 4th card, but even then, it's a struggle to actually flip the thing for some reason.

"...." you go quiet a strange feeling hits you, just touching the card fills you with this feeling of intense dread, fear, and hate.

But more than anything, as you touch this card you've filled with this indescribable feeling of emptiness, like absolutely nothing matters, like you're better off dead.

You feel a cold sweat run down the side of your head, for some reason, you can't bring yourself to flip the card.

As you sit there, you can swear you hear a voice flash through your head.

You must choose, for if you do not choose, you will do this again and again, into infinity, you will suffer this fate 10 million times over again, so you must choose.

In your mind, someone says these words and by god, the feeling of dread they fill you with nearly knocks you off your feet.

"...." you go dead silent.

Lucy and Genesis give you a look of concern as you sit there.

"Is something the matter? You look troubled" Genesis asks.

"Huh? Uh..." You only now notice your hands are shaking.

"Are you not going to flip the card dearest?" Lucy asks.

"...Hey, Genesis." you call out.

"Yes?" he answers.

"What's on the otherside of this card?" you ask, too frightened to flip it yourself.

"I do not know, you have to flip them to find out." he answers.

"What do you mean you don't know? Didn't you make these?" you ask.

"Those cards are written by your own fate, they transcribe events as they will happen to you as long as you continue your current course." He answers.

"My current course...?"

"they were blank in my hands, only when you flip them will they have something on the otherside." he answers.

"...." Hearing that. you realize there's no easy way out, you just have to do it.

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"Right...here goes nothing!" you decide to bite the bullet.

Turning the card over, a strange design shows itself, a black sky with a single, bright glowing sun in the center, directly below it, a lion with a skull for a face stares back at you, it's empty eyes peering into your soul, the roman numerals XVIIII inscribed at the bottom.

"What the hell is this?" you question.

Genesis smiles, "Oh how wonderful! This is an excellent reading!" he sings.

You pull back in surprise, "This creepy ass picture? This is a good reading?" you ask.

He points down at the card, "This is the 19th Tarot, The Sun in the upright position. This transcribes a fate of glory, strength and a future most bright at the end of your journey." he explains.

"Huh...I could've sworn I heard a gysp tell me much the same thing once and I chased her out with a broom for it." you remember.

"Well if you've had this fortune told to you twice, it just means it has that large a bearing on your fate and how excellent at thing that is, you have a great fate awaiting you!" he promises.

"Right..." you stare down at the card and as look, you just can't shake that earlier feeling, that feeling of wrongness

"Uh, Genesis, are you sure you're reading this thing right?" you ask.

"Excuse me?" He asks.

Lucy chimes in, "He's asking you if you're divination isn't a load of hogwash, a fair question if you ask me, most of what you say is complete garbage after-all." she explains.

He gives her the stink eye as he answers you, "Once again, I am not the one deciding what's on these cards, I am merely reading and interpreting what is being said by them, this is your fate, and that is what the cards say." he explains.

"What do you mean by glory or greatness or whatever, what's so great about my future?" you ask.

He shakes his head, "I do not know, I know how to interpret but not how to see into the future, all I can say is, whatever's going to happen, it will be of great benefit to you and the entire world it seems." He answers.

"...." Even as he says that, you can't help but wonder what that really means.

"But enough of all that, we're nearly out of time, tell me, which card do you want to read next?" he asks.

What will you do?

>Flip the 1st card

>Flip the 2nd card

>Flip the 3rd card

>>3802275
>Flip the 1st card
Living dangerously

>>3802275
>>Flip the 1st card

>>3802275
>>Flip the 1st card

>>3802287
>>3802306

>Flip the 1st card

>Writing...

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You reach out to the first card on the table, unlike the last one you don't feel nearly the same feeling of hesitation as the last card, so gripping this one is easy.

However,the 2nd you get your hands on the card, a feeling of rage and sadness grips you, it weighs heavy on your shoulders, making your heartache as you turn it over.

The card turns over and you see a design of two dead, desiccated skeletons hold hands and look into each other eyes-sockets with a strange, creepy kind of love to between them.

The strangest thing about this one though, is that the picture seems to be upside down.

Genesis doesn't seem nearly as elated to see this card, "Ah...This isn't good." he says.

"Isn't good? What's not good?" you ask.

"This is the 6th Tarot, the lovers, in an upside down position, this represent, mistrust, misplaced faith, hatred and...betrayal." he explains.

"Betrayal? What do you mean betrayal?" you question.

"Exactly as it sounds, somewhere in the near future, someone you misplaced faith in will betray you and with them trust will become a rarity, not just to you, but those around you as well." he explains.

"Someone is going to betray me?" The concept sounds foreign to you, you're no stranger to dealing with scam artists or people trying to trick you, but you're very meticulous about choosing your friends.

You scan through your mind for anyone you would call a friend: Noell, Rea, Flourette, Etheline, Bradford, Landon...none of them seem like likely candidates, at least not to you.

"Can you tell me who it is?" you ask.

He puts his hands up, "Unfortunately not, just that if you continue as you are now, it will come to pass."

"...." that makes you go silent.

Genesis then suddenly claps his hand and speaks, "Okay, that's all the time we have." he states.

"Huh?" You blurt out as you hear the sound of a door opening beside you.

You look to the left and see a door you're sure wasn't there before creaking open to reveal a brilliant white light, blinding you as you look straight into it.

"What is that!?" you shout.

"That would be your exit, the door back to real world and your only way of waking up, so it would be prudent for you to step into right away." He explains.

"Huh!? Why? Don't I have two more cards to read?" you ask.

"Indeed dearest, but you see, while time in this world is stagnate, the time in the real world is not." Lucy explains.

"Wait what!?" you blurt out.

"The harlot is right, if you linger here any longer, you'll be late for your waking arrangements, so it's best you leave right away. "

"Damn..." Today is an especially important day for you, you can't afford to be late.

Knowing that, you stand up and head for the door, but before you head out, you turn back and speak, "Thanks for the divination or whatever, but even now, I still don't believe in fate." you state.

Genesis shakes his head but Lucy gives you an approving glance, "Not don't discourage him brat, he might not even be wrong, Fate is not absolute, it can be changed, at least, that's what I Like to believe." she agrees.

You laugh, "There's something you and I can agree on, if there's anything I hate, it's the idea I can't change anything or something is inevitable. So Fate or no fate, I won't be bound to anything."

Both Genesis and Lucy smile and nod to that, "See ya, you two weridos!" you say as you step into the light, returning to the world of the waking.

The door shuts behind you, leaving the two of them to their own business.

Lucy gets up and makes as much distance between herself and Genesis, she then speaks, "Tell me, was it really a good idea to send him off without the other two readings?" she asks.

Genesis laughs, "I know it may be a task for you, but trust me, he'd be better off not knowing what the other two cards had in store for him." He answers, flipping the two cards and looking at them himself with a forlorn look.

"That stuff you said about the cards being blank was a lie then? Go figure you would dupe even someone you call a friend you snake." Lucy accuses.

"No you harlot, unlike you, every word I say is the truth, the cards were indeed blank when I made them, but you see, he had has already flipped all 4 cards in the past thus there designs were already set in stone." he explains.

"Wait, you mean..." Lucy suddenly gets it.

Genesis sighs and looks sadly outside the window of his cafe, "Yes, you two went on and on about changing fate this and not being bound to that, but the both of you should..."

Genesis shows a rare glare, "Fate is not something you change, it is something you break free from and unfortunately, none of the 3 of us have broken free of a thing."

"....." She goes quiet incapable of rebuking such a statement.

"We're all slaves and we have been since the beginning of time..." he trails off as he stares at the cards again.

"Our precious vessel has no idea the hell he has lying before him, this entire exercise was merely my small way of giving comfort." He explains.

He then tosses the cards away like their trash, "Not that it makes any difference, nothing does."

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Time: Monday, January 29, 2000, 6:32 AM, Early Morning.

Location: Yorknew City, Seaside street, Drowned Sorrows bar, Attic

It’s a slow burn, A slow burn of light, glazing your eyes, as ray after ray pierce the film of dust lining your room’s window. Those rays of light creep their way up to your old cotton bed, crawling up across your thin, washed out, white sheet.

The burn of the sunlight rolling over body like a gentle wave of water is slow, but sure, right until it hits your eyes, stinging your eyes a little causing them to pry slowly awake.

And as your eyes pull open, you stare at the motley, low-hanging wooden roof, you spot a few cobwebs here and there as you pull yourself from your sheets and sit across creaky frame of your bed.

“Hahhhh...Today’s the day huh?” Are the first words to escape your mouth, along with a sizable sigh.

You woke the same as any other day, but today is something special.

With that in mind, you pull yourself up from bed, stretching as you trot across your cramped room, you make your way over to your make-shift closet, which is really just a costume rack Maxwell had no more use for, you grab the first pair of clothes you feel comfortable with and make your way downstairs.

Stopping at the bathroom, you head right in and shower your wake-up weariness and early morning tiredness right down the drain.

Once you’re out of the shower, you look yourself over in the mirror, looking into your eyes, you notice dark circles have begun developing your eyes.

You cringe, “Ugh...That asshole Max keeps making me do overnight shifts working the bar…” you realize.

Every night since the party, you’ve been having to work well into 2:00AM, maybe later if the boys are feeling extra wiley that night.

“You’d think after everything I went through just a few weeks ago, the bastard would give me a damn break, but nooooo…” you grumble as you grab your clothes.

Fortunately enough, he didn’t pull that move on you last night,because today you had to wake extra early to drive out and get to the Hunter association building by Noon, but place is nearly 6 hours away on the other side of the city, even going by car.

But even so, you have to wonder why he’s been working you so damn hard, cause it’s not like he’s low on cash, you handed him your Hunter license, so he’s got a literal fortune in the palm of his hands, so you’re sure he’s doing it to make you suffer.

“Damn bastard…I swear he’s a slave driver for god’s sake...” you complain as you push open the door to main bar.

“Just who is a slave driver?” Maxwell asks from behind the bar.

You look towards him to see him cleaning the glasses as he looks over at you with a smile, “Surely you can’t mean little ol’ me?” he asks.

You return that smile as you answer, “Oh, no, no, grandpa, you’re much too frail and old to hold a whip, so you can’t be a slave driver.” you answer.

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He sighs, “Oh give me a break, I’m not that old.” he counters.

You move a little closer and give him a snarky smile, “You really think so? You’re showing all the symptoms of being an old senile man though.” you state.

“Don’t make growing old sound like a disease and just how do I look like an old man to you?” he asks.

You shrug, “I don’t know, maybe it’s the grey hair, the wrinkles on the face, always waking up at ungodly hours, always in a bitching first thing in the morning-”

You see a vein pop up on his forehead, “Ill do more than bitch at ya if you keep talking…” he threatens.

“-The constant nagging, crankyness, always complaining about youngsters doing that or this wrong.”You ignore his threat and continue.

“I see you’re itching for a beating today kid, too bad I’m far too tired to give it today.” he shakes his head in annoyance.

You laugh, “See what I mean? Tired old man, the only you aren’t yet, is senile.” you add.

He gives a wry look before speaking, “Just a question kid, why are you in your work uniform?” he asks.

“Huh?” you look down and see he’s right, you’re wearing your bartender clothes.

“Sure it’s not you going senile kid? I could sworn I told you, you ain’t coming to work today.”

“Huh…” You unconsciously went for these clothes before realizing it, strange, but not unwelcome, “Well whatever, the people at the association will recognize me in this suit anyway, so I won’t change.” you conclude.

Maxwell simply shrugs at that as you approach the bar, “But still, you truly are a real early bird huh, Max? I wish you’d let me see you sleep in for once.”

“Oh, why? So you can see my cute sleeping face?” he asks.

You walk over and sit down at the bar, “No, so I don’t have to deal with you first thing in the morning.” you answer.

He laughs at one, “Oh yeah, well I could do for another few weeks without your snarky ass to deal with in the morning.”

“Well lucky you, guess what day today is? Today’s the first day of-”

Maxwell waves his hand at you, “Yeah, yeah, I know, today’s the first day of your new job, you’ve only been reminding me about it all damn week.”

“You’re the one that wanted me out the door, I thought you’d celebrating, considering you’re gonna be rid of me real soon again.” you state.

He laughs, “Oh I’m celebrating alright! I’m just waiting till you’re out the door before I call all the boys in for an early morning round!” he says as he grabs a bottle of Vodka.

You give a wry smile, “Well at least you’re honest…”

“Ah don’t give me that look! You’ll make me feel bad! If it makes you feel any better, I could pour you a glass right now.” he states.

You squint at him, “You want me to down a glass of vodka when I have to be at work in a few hours?” you ask.

“Think of it as parting gift, a way to remember me before the fancy hunter life makes you forget all about me.” he answers.

What will you say?

> “Eh, what the hell, pour me a glass.”

>”Yeah, no, I think I wanna stay frosty for my first day on the job”

>>3802415
>>”Yeah, no, I think I wanna stay frosty for my first day on the job”

>>3802415
>> “Eh, what the hell, pour me a glass.”
Let's take a shot with him for the road, he's a pretty cool dude

>>3802415
>> “Eh, what the hell, pour me a glass.”
One glass won't hurt that much

>>3802424
>>3802426
>>3802448

>10% irresponsible, 90% awesome.

>Writing...

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You mull over it a bit, before realizing it can’t hurt to throw back one glass, “Screw it, pour me.”

Maxwell looks delighted, “Ah, I knew you’d come around.” He says as he grabs a small glass, pulls out some ice and pours the pure white vodka in.

You cringe a little as you bring the glass to your face, “Did you have to go straight to the hard stuff..?”

Maxwell turns away as he answers “Hard stuff huh? I wouldn’t call that little glass of water hard compared to what you’re about to go through.”

You stop the glass just before it reaches your mouth and look to Maxwell, “Now what’s that supposed to mean?”

He turns back with a serious, stern look in his eyes “Derrick, if you couldn’t tell, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed-” he starts.

“You said, it not me.” you counter.

“-But even an uneducated dumbass like me can tell you’re about to get yourself into something real dangerous.” he counties.

“...” it’s rare for Maxwell to be this serious and even rarer for him to be SO serious h’d even let snide remarks pass him by, so you decide to shut your mouth and listen.

He points towards your head, “If there’s anything you’ve shown me over the years, it’s that your smart, maybe a little too smart for your own good, but smart.”

“You survived that hell of an Exam they gave you because you’re not only smart but you’re strong, but are you strong enough to handle what they’re gonna throw at you in that place?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “How the hell am I supposed to know that?” you answer.

“I’m asking you cause you’re the one that went through it, remember, you’re the smart one, not me.” he counters.

“So let me ask you again? You think you’re strong enough to handle anything they throw your way?” he asks.

What will you say?

>”I am, I know I am”

>”I’m not really sure yet…”

>” I don’t know, but hell if I ain’t gonna try”

>>3802486
>>”I am, I know I am”
If we went through that goddamn exam we sure as hell aren't dying now

>>3802486
>”I am, I know I am”

>>3802486
>>” I don’t know, but hell if I ain’t gonna try”

>>3802504
>>3802512
>>3802525

>I am ready.

>Writing...

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You smile, “You're damn right I'm ready!” you answer.

You grab the glass of vodka tightly and bring it up to your mouth, throwing it back in a single chug.

It nearly knocks you flat on your ass, but you keep steady as you look back at Maxwell.

“I made it this far damn it, I'm not stopping now. I'm not even sure how I got this far, be it by my own power, luck or the providence of God, I don't know and I don't give a damn!” you state.

"What I do know though? I ain't stopping, not anytime soon." you declare.

Maxwell smiles brightly at that, “See, told you were a smart one.” he praises.

You get up from the stool, a little shaky from the vodka, but still mostly sober, you make your way over to the front door, “Is everything ready?” you ask.

He gets from behind the bar and heads towards the front door, opening it up before answers, “Follow me and I’ll show you.” he answers.

You do just that as you head out the door.

You make your way over to a shoddy little shed of a building, a tattered, broken up concrete drive-way makes up the path to the so-called garage, it’s really more of an oversized storage shed,

“I can’t believe you’re still using this damn thing after I gave you my license, you could buy an entire parking center for yourself and yet you still use this trash heap?” you can’t help but question.

He eyes the overgrown mess with pride, “It’s a trash heap, but it’s my trash heap.”

You shake your head, “I give you a fortune and you still live in a trash heap, I swear, have you even used the license once since I’ve given it you?” you ask.

“Hey now, this place is special! One of the first things I ever bought with the money I made at the bar, got it on sale too!” he answers

“You got a garage on sale?” you ask.

“Well it was more of a storage room before cleared out all the previous owners chemistry junk and drugs but it was real spacious after that!” he answers.

“Ohhh, so it was a meth lab, that explains the smell.” You nod as it all comes into perspective.

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Maxwell shakes his head and gets walking, “Shut your mouth and get inside already.”

“My stuff already in the garage?” you ask as you approach the metal, slide garage door.

Maxwell pulls up the slide door as he answers, “Packed and loaded kid. Don’t worry, I made sure not to break anything.” he answers.

“You damn well better not have.” you walk out into the dark garage, a small amount of light pouring in from the opening you’ve made as you hit the lights on the wall.

As the lights come on, you see a beauty come into view.

You gaze proudly upon the bright white star emblazoned unto the side of your Harley motorcycle, leather holsters and pouches hang-off the beautiful machine, with it’s military green paint job completely that early 1930’s to late 1940’s war bike look.

You can’t help but feel an ounce of glee, “Oh Baby you’re as beautiful as you looked yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that...” you compliment the bike.

Maxwell scratches his head, “You’ve really got tacky taste kid, that thing is even older than I am and you wanted that rather some fancy new bike?” he asks.

You walk over and pull the footpegs, allowing the bike’s weight to lean into you, “Oh shut up! I’ve always had a thing for post great War aesthetics alright!”

This was the only thing you spent the cash on your license on, so far, you bought an authentic one made in the early 40’s and had it rebuilt and re-worked with some more modern parts so it can legally run on the road.

“Still, did it have to be an old motorcycle? Couldn’t have picked one of those new environmentally safe electric cars or whatever?” he asks.

“As if you’re one to talk about safe cars!” you point over to the corner and point out a god-awful junk heap of a car, one half as old as your bike, but 10 times more worn down and broken.

“You still drive around in that gas-guzzling sloppy jaloppy! That thing isn’t safe for the environment or the people riding inside it!” you counter.

Maxwell gets fed up, “Now don’t you go calling Chloe a sloppy jaloppy! She’s been the family car since my grandpa’s days and she’s been rolling smooth since then! Hell, she was even the one that drove you to the airport for your exam!” he counters.

“Yeah I nearly crashed 3 times in that old hag of a car cause the brakes barely work and steering is as stiff as pig iron! Don’t go calling my beautiful bike old and tacky when you’ve got a junkyard on wheels over there!” you complain as you hop on the seat of your bike, balancing it between your legs and knees.

Maxwell is aghast, “Junkyard on wheels!? After everything she’s done for you, you dare call her-! Why I ought of-!”

You check you watch under your sleeve, “Save the fisticuffs for later, I need to be getting out of here now!”

“Gah-! Errr…” Maxwell relents once he realizes you’re really running up the time talking to him.

“You made sure to pack everything I gave you right?” you ask once again as you put on your helmet and pull our your keys and place them in the ignition pull.

“Yep, water, food, bodyarmor...even those weird sparky gloves and bow and arrow you got are stored in there.” he answers.

“Good, then I guess I’m going now.” you state as turn the keys and listen to the engine of the bike roar on with a Whirrrrr.

“Ohhhh, that’s sexy.” you can’t help but say as you prepare to hit the gas pedal.

“Hey wait kid! Aren’t you forgetting something!?” Maxwell shouts.

“Huh!? What!?” you ask as you turn back to him and notice something flying your way.

On reflex you catch it and examine it, only to realize it’s your Hunter license.

You’re a little blown away, “W-What? Why are you giving this to me?” you ask.

Maxwell smiles as he leans against the garage wall, “I’m not giving it to you, I’m returning it, it wasn’t mine to begin with, I was just holding onto to it for you.”

You have mixed feelings about this, most of them happy and confused, “But wait! Don’t you have things you want to buy with it!?” you ask.

He waves at you, “I never spent a dime on the damn thing, that much money is wasted on an old fogey like me.” he counters.

“What!? So you never used this thing!? You had it a whole week and you didn’t use it even once!?” you question, astonished that the known penny pincher Maxwell restrained himself from a basically limitless fortune.

He smiles at you, “You earned that piece of plastic with your own two hands, it should be those same hands that get to use it.” he states.

“Wait, is that why you kept working those long nights!? Cause you never used-”

“Hey! Don’t you have somewhere to be!?” He cuts you off.

“...Yeah, you’re right.” you answer.

You rev up the engine and look to the open road ahead of you, “Anything left you want to say kid?” Maxwell asks.

What will you say?

> “I’m gonna knock’em dead Max, just you watch!”

> “I’ll repay you for this, I promise!”

> “You’re a shit parent, but an awesome guy and I’m gonna do you proud!”

>>3802610
>> “I’m gonna knock’em dead Max, just you watch!”

>>3802610
> “I’m gonna knock’em dead Max, just you watch!”

>>3802641
>>3802650

This next series of posts will be the last ones for the night.

>Knock'em dead kid.

>Writing...

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You don a military style helmet complete with pilot goggles as you speak, "Keep an eye and ear out Max, cause my name's gonna be all over town! I'm gonna knock'em dead!" you declare.

Max laughs as you blast your way out of the garage and onto the road, heading off for your destiny, “Heh, good luck kid.”

As you ride on the road, blasting your way down the street as you head for traffic clogged roads, you come across Seaside’s street name’s sake.

As you exit the main street and head to the sides, near the beaches, a beautiful beach complete with a clear blue sea meeting a clear blue sky to bless your eyes.

You can’t help but take a second to admire, a second, suddenly becomes a minute as you stop the bike entirely, get off and watch the glamorous landscape, hypnotized by it's beauty.

A flash of sunlight hits your goggles, blinding you a little and bringing you back to reality, “Damn sun...I really can’t stand you…” you groan as you reach down into one of the pouches on the bike and pull out a pair of earphones connected to an MP3 player.

You pull them in and ready yourself for a long drive.

Cause today is the day you’re going to try-No, today is the first day you’re gonna live.

New intro: https://youtu.be/rPFGWVKXxm0

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You blast down the free-way to the tune of your favorite band's music, it's a long drive but one you enjoy every second of.

After exiting Seaside's beautiful beaches, you enter the freeways of the main city, familiar high-rises, skyscrapers and offices fill your view as you make your way through the traffic heavy driveways.

People commute left and right, businessmen and women living the hustle and bustle of city life, kids on the street corners playing around and to their favorite songs on Boombox's.

The city is alive, perhaps a little too alive in-fact, because of the 6 hour drive you're in for, you've already spent 2 of them stuck in the seemingly never-ending streams of traffic.

"Goddammit...At this rate I'm gonna be stuck here all damn day..." You realize with a sigh of despair.

"I know man, long drives just sucks monkey balls huh!?" A man shouts in agreement beside you.

"You're telling me buddy...Wait, that voice...?" you look beside you to a supped up Mustang painted a gaudy gold sheen.

Inside said abomination of a paint-job, the familiar face of Bradford comes into view, "Hey fucker! How are you doing this Morning!?" he shouts.

You laugh, "Terrible, now that I've seen your ugly mug out here!" you answer.

"Well don't worry, I'm happy enough to see you to make up for both of us! It feels like it's been forever since I last saw your blonde ass!" He shouts.

You shake your head, "Forever? It's only been a week since the party at the bar dumbass!"

"A week!? Felt more like 3 months! Ah whatever, you're here now and that's all that matters!"

"I'm here and rather not be! What the hell are you riding in!?" you ask.

"A 1970's Shelby Mustang! Or as I like to call her, The Bitch Buster! She's the first thing I got with my new license!" He answers.

"No, I already knew the make and model, I meant that paintjob man! How the hell can you ride around on something like that and not feel like an idiot?" you ask.

"What!? Fucking why!? This bitch is beautiful! A Mustang is a piece of engineering gold, so it makes to paint gold like gold right!?" He counters.

You shake your head, "That logic is so damn stupid I can't even counter it! All I can say is, you might be riding gold, but you sure don't look it!"

He laughs, "That shit coming from the guy riding a bike that went out of style almost a century ago is fucking laughable!"

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"Shut it! Ah, I wish I could just blast the hell out here, but even if I get out of this damn traffic jam, there will be another right ahead so what's the point." you complain.

Bradford wags his finger at you, "Hear that shit Derrick, that's the logic of a Bitch you're spewing there! We're Hunters now, we can't be thinking the same as regular ol joes anymore!" he counters.

"Oh? What do you mean?" you ask.

"What I mean is, we're basically like, super cops now right? So when cops are running late for work or to a crime scene, what do they do?" he asks.

"Turn on their sirens to get people to move for them." you answer.

"Exactly, so the second that light goes green, we do as the feds do and get the nice people to get out of the way." he states.

Cars from the other end of the intersection stop flowing in, the light will change soon, "Ah, full-proof plan there buddy, but you forgot a real important detail. We don't got any Sirens, how are we gonna get people to move for us?"

"Well you see, the answer is simple, I got me this muscle car because it can plow past most other cars on the road!" He answers.

"Yeah, soooo..." you don't like where this is going.

"Don't you get what I'm getting at you dumbfuck!? If the nice people of the city won't move for us...." He trails off as the light goes green.

"Then we gotta make'em move!" he shouts with a crazy look in his eyes.

SCREEEEEEEHHH! The next second Bradford is speeding down the driveway, he swerves around and passes any car that's going even remotely slower than he is.

In doing so, goes onto the on-coming traffic lane several times, nearly crashing, but always manging to get out of the way just in time to save himself and any unlucky fool that might get in his way.

As Bradford etches the line between life and death, he beeps his horn to warn everyone of his arrival, "Beep beep motherfuckers! Anyone who doesn't want to get sent to fucking scrap-heap better swerve or get their asses severed!" He shouts, laughing all the way.

You look on at his traffic rampage, amazed but not surprised at his insanity and stupidity, "At least he's giving everyone fair warning before he slams into them, hahhhhh..." you sigh.

Well, at the very least, he's cleared a path for you to drive through the traffic jam, cause no one sane would get within 10 meters of his insane driving, you're free to make your way to work unimpeded.

As you drive down the road, following in Bradford's destructive wake, you silently apologize to all the inconvenienced drivers he makes along the way.

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And with that I'm stopping for the night, I hope everyone is enjoying the thread, though I will admit we're off to a slow start, worry not, the main bulk of the exciting stuff starts tomorrow!

If you all can't tell by the way, I'm trying to get through sequences and scenes a lot faster, mainly because a bring problem with the last chapter was that I dragged scenes out a lot.

So now I'm going for a quality over quantity style of writing, which also means I'm going to try and pull an OPStudios here and attempt to finish this within 2 days, meaning by tomorrow, if possible (Though highly doubtful).

Anyway, I hope you all look forward to the rest of the thread! See you all tomorrow!

>>3802806
Thanks for running, glad to finally be playing this quest once again

>>3802806
Love the new theme song. Thanks for coming back to us!

The Thread continues in 30 minutes!

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>4 Hours later

Time: January 29, 11:00 AM, Morning

Location: Yorknew, Balance Square, Hunter Association building

The drive to the Association building is shorter than expected, mainly due to Bradford’s road rage driving which magically ended up causing no casualties, just many annoyed and very frightened drivers on the road.

But you’ve exited the main road, away from anymore unsuspecting victims and now enter a massive plaza with many intertwining roads leading to many different buildings, this is Balance Square, the eye of the chaotic storm that is Yorknew’s roads.

Situated basically right in the center of the city, the place is home to some of the biggest business headquarters and major government buildings like embassies or tax offices, but your main concern is with the building dead in the square’s center.

Standing tall and brilliantly in the very epicenter of the city, like a sentinel watching over the people of the world, lies the Hunter Association building, Yorbia branch, the red and black symbol of the Hunter organization stamped to the front of the building can mean there is no mistake, this is place you’re looking for.

As you and Bradford near the building, you both take a second to gawk at the tower in amazement.

“Hot damn! The only way they can make that tower more fancy is if they made that shit out of ivory!” Bradford shouts.

“You’re telling me, I passed this building a bunch of times, but getting close now, I never realized just how damn grand it is, how much did all this cost? It’s a little overwhelming…” You agree.

“Well the money these fuckers tote around is probably more than a little overwhelming, when you get as rich as these guys buildings like these are probably small-time! I mean this isn't even their HQ, just a branch right?” he states.

“I know, but for me, this small-time stuff is big business.” you state as you approach the building, hitting a curve in the road as you come upon something strange.

Bradford is the first to speak, “Hey Derrick, was that here the last few times you passed?” he asks.

You squint your eyes, “No...that’s definitely new.”

You look ahead to see a security checkpoint with some armed guards up front.

“Now what do we have here…” Bradford squints his eyes as he checks out the thick armor and assault rifles of the guards behind a guard post with road barricades up ahead,

“Those bastards look like SWAT agents...What are they doing up front?” he asks.

“Why do you know what SWAT agents look like?” you ask.

“Let’s say me and the police force have had more than a few run-ins.” he answers.

“You’ve had run-ins with SWAT? What the hell did you do?” you ask.

He turns his head from side to side, “Well this was back in my mafia days, there was an illegal boxing match here, a drug lab raid there…” he answers.

He shakes his head, “Look it’s in the past man, don’t ask about it. I’m a Hunter now, so now of that shit matters, my past criminal record has been wiped clean.” he answers.

“Well yeah, but how did you avoid getting caught by SWAT before you were a Hunter? There’s no way they just left you alone right?” you ask.

“Let’s just say I’m banned from entering a few states across the country.” he answers.

“A few? how much is a few?” you ask.

“Well...just...22 of ‘em.” he answers.

“....” you’re left silent.

“23 if you count all the shit we did in Kukan’yu!” he shouts like it’s an achievement.

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Before you have a chance to respond, you’ve already reached the checkpoint, where the armed guard ahead stops the two of you and approaches.

He stops beside the two of you and speaks, “What’s your business here? Are you a civilian or a Hunter?” he asks.

“We’re here of work, we’re Hunters.” you answer.

“Show me your license.” he demands.

“Oh! Sure…” you reach into your pocket, thank God Maxwell gave this back.

“You too.” The guard points to Bradford.

“Sure thing friendo…” Bradford goes for his license as well.

You both pull out your licenses and hand them to the guard who takes them without a word, heads back to his guard post and seems to run them through a machine to check them.

All the while the other two guards watches you both intently from behind the post, leaving a tense sort of feeling in the air.

“Hey man, what the fuck is with these guys? I didn’t think my knew workplace would look like a Federal Agency!” Bradford voices your concern.

“Yeah and I can swear this guard post wasn’t here the last few times I was here…” you state.

“When was that?” he asks.

“About a month ago.” you answer.

“I dunno, maybe they had a break-in or something and decided to ramp up security?” Bradford suggest.

“Yeah, maybe…” you concede.

“You don’t sound too certain there buddy.” He notices.

“Well, I mean, that sounds logical, but would something like a break-in even faze the Hunter Association, surely the people inside don’t need protecting…” you realize.

“You got a point there...why not ask the guy when he gets back, you’ll never know if you don’t ask.” he states.

“...I’ll think about it.” you state.

As you say this, the guard exits the post and comes back to the two of you with your licenses in hand,

Bradford smirks, “Looks like you won’t get much time to think.”

“...” you go quiet.

The guard returns with your licenses and hands them back to you, “Everything’s valid, you’re cleared for passage, go on ahead.” he allows as the other guards bring up the barricade.

What will you do?

>Question the guards about their presence

>Go ahead

>>3804176
>Question the guards about their presence

>>3804176
>>Question the guards about their presence

>>3804194
>>3804196

>Question guards

You grab your license as you speak, “Hey man, when did this guard post get set up here?” you ask.

He cranes his head to the side in confusion, “Were you not informed of the changes a few weeks ago?” he asks.

“Oh no, we’re new here.” you answer.

“That explains why I don’t recognize your faces, well this checkpoint got set-up about two week ago, all Hunters must now present their licenses to us before they’re allowed in the building.” he explains.

“I see...why?” you ask.

“Safety reasons.” he answers plainly.

“Whose safety? Surely you can’t mean the Hunters? And again, why?” you ask.

“Safety reasons.” He recites.

Seeing you getting nowhere with the polite approach, Bradford chimes in, “Safety reasons? Uh, friend, you’re guarding a fucking fortress filled to the brim with badass fighters, who’s safety are you protecting?” he questions.

Bradford’s brashness seems to get on his nerves, “The organizations safety you dumbass. We got put up here to keep a track of everyone who comes in and out of the building in case something happens!” he answers.

“Something like what?” you ask.

“I dunno, tell me, what could happen?” he retorts, clearly fed up with your questions.

“Right…” you trail off.

“Listen, aren’t you guys gonna be let for work? Why don’t you hurry on inside already?” he asks.

“Sure thing man, just one more thing, who had this built here? The Chairman?” you ask.

“Upper brass.” he answers.

“Who’s Upper brass?” you ask.

He sighs, “Listen, it ain’t in my contract to answer questions, can you just go already?”

“Fine, fine man, sorry for the trouble.” You relent, seeing as he clearly isn’t in the mood to answer anything more.

Okay two questions. And I don't mean to be a dick, but:

1. Why give your quest a finale if you're just going to write more?

and

2. How have you been at this so long and your spacing hasn't improved?

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You and Bradford drive on ahead, until you reach the front entrance of the building, it’s a small staircase leading up to a set of 3 different glass doors.

At the base of that staircase, you see another familiar face, it’s Etheline, who looks to be mulling over something.

“Hey! Is that who I think it is!?” Bradford shouts.

“Go figure she'd get here before us.” you state as both come to the end of the road and come to a stop.

Turning around and noticing you, Etheline sees as you both park, “Hm? Oh! Derrick! Bradford!” she cheers, the face of confusion she wore quickly turns into elation.

You both leave your vehicles and approach her and return her smile, “Hey there baby girl! You look right and limber for your first day of work!” Bradford compliments.

She nods, “Thanks! I’m super excited for my first day here and also kinda nervous...but mainly excited!”

You laugh, “Good to know, but don’t get too excited alright? You aren’t completely healed yet are you?” you question.

Her smile fades “Yeah, that’s the part I’m kinda nervous about...I hope we don’t have to do anything too crazy for our first day, it still kinda hurts to move around…”

Bradford’s eyes take a concerned look, “You’re still not fully healed from the Exam?” he asks.

She scratches the back of her head, “Well I’m better than I was 2 weeks ago, I’m probably not ready for combat yet. not to mention MUMA got destroyed beyond repair in my fight, so I have to build myself a new one…” She explains.

You see a surge of rage in Bradford’s eyes, “Yeah, that’s cause they let you fight that Tincan bastard, I still can’t believe they let that happen…”

You chime in, “Yeah, well in-spite of that, you still passed and you’re here now aren’t you?” you look on the brighter side of things.

She smiles at that, “You’re totally right Derrick, I’m here now and that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah...that’s right.” Bradford lets out a sigh to calm himself.

>>3804291
1. It clearly said "Chapter 1 Finale". What would be the point naming that if there wasn't another chapter? It was very clear that it wasn't the end

2. Go back to the first thread. It's improved a ton since then

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>>3804291
Retard, either stop fucking speed-reading or stop your gay ass bait.

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>>3804291

It's alright Anon, for your 1st question, that was the Chapter 1 Finale, or maybe it would clearer if I had to call it the end of season 1? Either way, no, that episode was not the end of the series.

2nd question, has it not? I fee like I was wayyy worse in the beginning, but perhaps I could stand to improve a little more.

but either way,

>Still writing...

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“Anyway, what are you doing just standing out here Ethe?” you ask.

She gives a wry laugh, “Well, the truth is I’ve been standing out here a few minutes trying to work up the courage to walk inside…”

“I thought you were only kinda nervous?” you counter.

She pulls her head down, “Okay, maybe I’m a lot more nervous than I said...While I was sitting here, a bunch of people already headed inside.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve just been sitting here thinking about how you’re gonna deal with the crowd?” Bradford questions.

“Well...Maybe…” She confesses.

“Oh baby…You need some serious help.” Bradford shakes his head in disappointment.

“Yeah...I know...I was sitting here waiting for someone I know to help me get inside…” She explains.

“And no one besides us arrived?” you ask.

“Well, actually, Vanilla and her clown friend passed by!” She answers.

“Oh? Did they help you?” you ask.

She looks away, “Uh no…They headed inside without me..."

"What? Why?" you ask.

"Well..." She trails off.

>20 minutes ago...

Having just arrived Etheline stands at the entrance to the building, peering through the glass door to examine the inside.

Within the building, she sees a crowd of 50 something people gathered around waiting, a collection of tough and tumble men and women who she doesn't recognize wait within the entrance hall.

"Oh no, I'm terrible crowds, I don't see anyone I know, I can't go in like this..." She despairs.

"Oh Pinky! What's up?" That's when Vanilla, with her Carnie friend in tow stop to greet her.

She looks back with a gaze of elation, her heroes had arrived, "Oh Vanilla! I'm so glad you're here, I need someone to follow me inside!" She announces.

That's when Peachnia, confused, speaks, "Hey Vani, who the hell is this Fatso?" she asks.

Etheline shoots back in shock "Fatso!? I'm not a Fatso! I'm just a little soft around the edges"

"Yeah that's what they all say pudgy." Peachnia berates.

Etheline gives an annoyed look, "Well aren't you rude! But whatever!, Vanilla help me, I really need someone to help me inside-"

Vanilla holds a hand up, "Up,up,up Pinky! I'm afraid I have to stop you right there."

She gives her trusted friend a confused gaze, "What? But I really need you to-"

Vanilla shakes her head, "Listen here Pinky, what do you thinks gonna happen when we walk through that door?"

"Um...We get inside the building?" She guesses.

"Yeah, but you see, we'd be going inside with you." She corrects.

She still looks confused, "Andddd? What's the problem?" she asks.

Peachnia shakes her head, "Don't you get it fat for brains, she's saying she doesn't want to be seen with your lame ass!" She clarfies.

A shock strikes Etheline like lighting, "Lame!? I'm lame!?"

"What gave it away?" Peachnia laughs.

"T-That can't be true! Vanilla, say it isn't so!" She looks to her friend.

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She looks away, not meeting Etheline's sad eyes, "Look Pinky, here's a lesson in life, Workplace life is a lot like Highschool life." Vanilla starts.

"Highschool life?" She questions.

"Well you might not know this since you were pampered to hell and back, but in highschool, you have these things called cliques, you can think of them like a social hierarchy."

She then brings her finger up, "In this social hierarchy, there those at the top, the Jocks, The Queen bees, The popular kids, the Chads, the Stacies, these people are at the top of the hierarchy." She explains.

Etheline looks very confused, "Wait, what do people named Chad and Stacy have to do with hierarchies? You don't know if anyone is named Chad or Stacy in there!"

Vanilla shakes her head, "Listen the point is, that those people are at the top, now, when it comes to people at the bottom, we have the losers, the drop-outs, the Virgins and of course, the Nerds, the category you happen to fit into."

"I'm a Nerd? Is that...a bad thing?" She questions.

Peachnia laughs, "Only the worst thing ever! If you're a nerd, you might as well be a combination of a loser, virgin and a drop-out, hell, maybe worse!" she answers.

Etheline looks terrified, "W-What!? But only like...2 of those terms apply to me..."

"Doesn't matter, you're at the bottom of the food chain baby, that's the truth." Peachnia states.

"And because you're a bottom feeder, we can't be seen with you, or else we'll be considered bottom feeders too." Vanilla explains.

"Really? Is that how it works? What part of the food chain are you two? Chads? Stacies?" she questions.

"No, no, we're the cool in-between that lives outside the hierarchy." She explains.

Pecahnia nods, "The kind everyone looks up to and no one fucks with."

Etheline's eyes twinkle, "Whoa, that does sound cool! Can I join your club?" she pleads.

Peachnia cringes, "Ewww, no, you're way too much of a nerd."

"Oh..." Etheline looks down sadly as the two of them walk by her and into the building.

"Sorry Pinky, just find some other Nerds to walk in with okay!" She says as she kicks her friend to the curb.

>Back to the present

"..." You and Bradford stand there amazed.

Etheline looks away in embrassment, "Yeah...apparently I'm too much of a Nerd to hang with them..."

Bradford shakes his head, “Seriously? What a cun-Uh- Contemptible person she is!”

“It’s Vanilla, I would honestly be more surprised if she had actually helped her." You state.

"I mean, you're kind of right , but still, I feel like she was telling the truth." She states.

"Huh?" You both go.

"Tell me guys, I am really that big of a Nerd?" Etheline asks.

"...." you both go silent.

"Guys...?" she asks again.

What do you say?

>Honestly, yes.

>No, not at all.

>You're a nerd, but you're our nerd!

>>3804401
>You're a nerd, but you're our nerd!

>>3804401
>>You're a nerd, but you're our nerd!
She's the cute kind of lame, if that makes sense

>>3804408
>>3804424

>Nerd life

>Writing...

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Bradford goes first, "You? A Nerd? Noooo, no, no not at all baby girl!" He starts.

"Really, you really think I'm not a Nerd?" She asks.

Bradford looks away, "Not even slightly!" He comforts.

Etheline squints at him, "...You don't look very certain."

"What? Me, not certain? Nooooo, not at all!" he begins to sweat.

"Bradford, you're not lying to comfort me right? Cause that's worse than just calling me a Nerd." She calls him out.

"...." Bradford struggles to fight back.

Etheline sighs, "Just be honest."

"Well if you ask, for it, it's you're actually slightly a Nerd! Well, more than slightly, you're a nerd! You're a huge Nerd! A complete and utter Nerd!" Bradford starts sounding like a schoolyard bully as he lets loose the truth.

"...." Etheline looks sad.

"Bradford, tone it down man." you counter.

"Sorry, force of habit, I had to rob a few nerds of their lunch money to get by when I was young alright." he explains.

"I didn't even get lunch money today..." She adds, almost sobbing.

you sigh, "Man people need to learn to give you a break, all you are is nice to everyone but everyone around seems to be a massive dick." you state.

"You say that man, but you're thinking it too aren't ya? Don't act like you're innocent." Bradford calls you out.

Etheline looks truly hurt now, "Really? Even you Derrick?"

"...." You can't bring yourself to lie.

That's the strike that cracks her soft shell, she suddenly throws her head down and begins to walk away.

"Etheline where are you going?" you ask.

"Home...I don't think I can go to work today...or anywhere ever again...I'm too much a Nerd..." she says as she walks away.

You grab her shoulder and pull her back before she goes anywhere, "Listen, it maybe true that you are a massive nerd-"

"You're really not helping there buddy." Bradford cuts-in.

"-But you should know while everyone else may judge you for that, we won't." you explain, ignoring him.

She lifts her head back up, "Huh? Really?" She says with a hint of hope.

You smile, "Yeah, you may be a nerd, but you're out Nerd!" you exclaim.

Bradford cheers on, "Damn right man, no truer words ever spoken!"

"...." But Etheline goes quiet.

"Uh Ethe...? I guess that didn't really help huh?" you realize.

She shakes her head and shows a bright smile, "No, sorry, I was just lost in thought about how great the friends I have are!" She exclaims.

>Moved by your acceptance of her nature, you gain +20 bond points with Etheline!

You smile, "Yeah...most of them anyway, Vanilla not so much."

Etheline laughs nervously, not quite sure how to respond, "She was just protecting her reputation, she didn't mean anything by it."

Bradford clicks his tongue, "Valuing your street cred before your friends is how a scumbag thinks, why the hell do you even hang out with her?" he asks.

"I think a better question would, why do any of us see it fit to stay near each other." But it's a different voice that answers.

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You turn back to see 3 more people you now coming up, Noell with his Maid Flourette and...Landon?

"Good morning all! How are you this fine morning?" Flourette asks.

Bradford gives a perverse smile, "Oh ho, wayyy better, my morning got fine the moment you walked up."

Flourette laughs, "Oh Mr.Bradford always with the jokes! I am happy to see you this morning as well."

Bradford looks a little discouraged, "Yeah, joking...I was joking."

Landon steps up, "It's good to see you all again, I know it's only been a week, but even a week from all my friends is too much to bare!" He greets.

Etheline laughs, "Good morning to you Lanny. It's nice to see you so full of energy."

"That's my line, you all seem quite lively this morning what with all the fun you seem to be having!" he states.

Noell shakes his head, "Yes, you all seem to be having an excellent morning, hopefully not half as excellent as the morning I've been having."

You squint at him, "Yeah, you don't look like you're having all that dandy a morning. Also, aren't you kinda late? I expected you guys to be more punctual."

Landon shakes his head, "Well, usually I'm most punctual when it comes to dates, but my dark delight and his beautiful servant made things...difficult to say the least."

"What do you mean?"

"This stalker spotted us on our commute to work and decided to make it his business to harass the entire way here." Noell explains.

Landon looks offended, "Excuse me? I did no such thing, we were heading the same, I decided to say hi like a good friend should, then you and Flourette decided to run off into the nearest alley to avoid me!" he exclaims.

"Yes and it would've worked to if had not followed and stalked us." Noell counters.

"All I wanted was to say hello! But you kept dodging this way and that in an attempt to confuse me." He explains.

"Wait, so the reason you guys are late was because you were running all over the city to avoid Landon?" you ask.

Flourette nods, "Indeed, in order attempt to out-run him, we must've made at least 20 different detours, we ended getting lost twice because Mr.Landon insisted on giving chase." She explains.

"And yet not even once were we able to escape his clutches, truly the skill of a professional predator, he will chase you to the ends of the Earth to have his way with you." Noell states.

"Please don't go back to calling me a predator, people misunderstand me when they hear that!" He begs.

Everyone continues to chat and catch up as you check your watch and see the time is now 11:57, only 3 minutes till it's time for you to get inside.

you cut everyone off by waving your hands, "Guys, sorry to cut the fun short, but we need to be inside in 5 minutes." you explain.

"5 minutes!? Jesus Christ! How long have we been just standing here talking!?" he asks.

"Far too long it seems, let's get inside." Noell says as he steps past you all and heads into the building.

The rest of you follow suit and enter, and upon entering, you come to see a beautiful large entrance, tiled with marble and walled with what looks like two reception desks on either side of the room that are currently unoccupied.

On the opposite wall you spot a waterfall pouring water down into a fountain, a little away from it, there is a podium with a mic in front the gathered up crowd.

As you and everyone else joins the crowd, you
look around to see a few familiar faces scattered around the crowd.

You see the likes of Dillion and Reynauld, who despite their strong disdain for one another look to be having a good conversation about something.

A little ways in front of you Arztz stands around with a kind of creepy smile that everpresent on his face.

To your right, you see Pecahnia and Vanilla, who've strangely enough despite their murderous hatred for each other have become quick friends.

And while it takes you a little while, you spot Literalli Whu and Watts standing near the front of the crowd, inseparable in their unnoticeablility.

(Wow looks like everyone is here except Brovoski I guess, but he had to go do some errands with his fiance so I guess he's too busy for this...) You think.

You then look to the empty podium in the center and check your watch again to see it's 12:01, "Looks like someone's gonna come up and speak to us...I wonder if it's the chairman?" you question.

Bradford who stands next to you chimes in, with an excited look on his face, "Probably, oh what I wouldn't give to go at that old fuck one more time! He gave me the run around last time, but damn I will show him if shows up again!"

"Please don't fight chairman again, didn't you humiliate yourself enough last time?" you ask.

"Oh shut up! Humiliation is the first step to improvement! The 2nd, is to beat the shit out the one who humiliated you!" He states.

"What a nice philosophy..." you quip.

"I know, I made it up myself!" he exclaims proudly.

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Excuse me all, but I need 30 minutes to eat and take care of some things, be back.

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Everyone in the hall chats amongst themselves, waiting for someone to come or something to happen.

Clack!Clack!Clack! Soon, you hear the familiar clacking of heavy shoes, different from the sound that the chairman makes as he walks with his Geta silts.

"Oh shit! Someone's coming!" Bradford exclaims.

"Those sound like business shoes, so it can't be the chairman, but then whose coming...?" you question as the clacking closes in.

The entire hall goes slient as the sound gets closer and closer, you see no figure yet you can feel their presence.

"Well whoever the hell is coming must be someone like the chairman, just his footsteps sound badass..." Bradford admires.

You're left in suspense as the clacking gets closer and closer, till it feels like it's right on top of you.

"Ohhhhhh!" the crowd goes for some strange reason.

"What? What's going on!?" Bradford questions.

"The speaker's arrived." A nearby bystander states.

You look around confused, "They have? Where are they? When they get here?" you question.

"Look there man, he's over there." The bystander points to the podium.

(What!? By the time I was looking to the entrance he already gotten to the podium!?) you think, astonished.

"This fucker's fast, I didn't notice him at all..." Bradford break out in a cold sweat.

"I know, neither did the rest of us, till we looked down." The bystander adds.

"Huh? Down?" you and Bradford say insync.

"Oh? Ohhhhhhhh." That's when you realize why the crowd had made such a sound earlier.

You were looking high, far too higher, lowering your view several inches, you notice a very, very strange figure.

He's a little green man, he looks like some kind of alien, though not the kind they show in the movies, more like the kind you would on a kids TV show, he even comes complete with the weird bobble eyes.

"...." you're left speechless.

"Holy shit man...Oh my god...Holy shit...!" Bradford on the other hand can barely contain his laughter.

He wears a classy little business suit with business shoes, though you can believe they make them in that size, it's right there in front of you.

He lowers the tall mic to his short stature, he corrects the several sheets of paper in hands (That are honestly a bit too large for him), and begins to speak.

"Ahem...Hello Dear Hunters, I've come here to say-" He speaks with what must be the most cartoonish ridiculous voice you've ever heard, you cannot believe this creature is a real thing.

And neither can Bradford, for that voice was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"HOLY SHIT MAN! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!?" Bradford shouts at max volume, loud enough for the people down the street to hear his roaring laughter.

Beans looks a little disturbed, but not deterred, "Um, Ahem I've come here today-"

"MY FUCKING GOD, WHERE DID THEY FIND THIS GUY!? HE LOOKS LIKE YOU DRAGGED HIS ASS FROM EXTRA-FUCKED DOLL MADE BY THE CABBAGE PATCH KIDS!" He shouts.

>>3804760
This is great

Beans is looking a little annoyed, but tries anyway, "Um, if I could have your attention please, I would like to say-"

"I MEAN SERIOUSLY! THIS GUYS LOOKS LIKE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THEY RECAST THE GREEN GIANT TO MAKE HIM A LITTLE SHORTER AND THEY HIRED FUCKING PETER DINKLAGE OR SOMETHING!"

A few gaffs and laughs choke from the bystanders, the only one not so amused is the green man himself.

"Are you satisfied now sir? Can you let me get on with my speech?" he asks.

"WAIT! WAIT! ONE MORE! I GOT ONE MORE!" He shouts.

The man sighs, "Go ahead..."

"YOU LOOK LIKE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF SHREK DIVIDED BALLS FIRST INTO A RADIOACTIVE WASTE POOL AND ONE OF TESTICLES STARTING TALKING!" He finishes.

And now the entire hall is bursting with laughter, the politeness that one constrained that has been overpowered by Bradford's crassness.

Beans looks truly annoyed, "Yes, yes, laugh at the short green man, ha, ha,ha. You know I didn't have to come out here today, I made sure to wake up extra-early for you people and this is how repay me?" He complains.

"Sorry! Sorry! We interrupted your beauty sleep right!? On your good days you probably look like the incredible hulk's left bicep!" Bradford shoots one more for the road.

"Hahhhhh...why do I even try sometimes..." He complains as he waits for the hall to settle.

A few more seconds of laughter before the quiet settles in and then The man is speaking again.

"Okay, now as I was saying before, My names is Mr.Beans-"

"Yeah you sure look like one...heheheh" Bradford whispers.

"-And I've come before you all today to congratulate you all Hunters of the 294th Exam, we are very grateful to have your competence and skill with us today!" Despite the insults he faced before, he conducts himself with pride and compose, he must be very used to being made fun of.

He checks his sheets as he continues, "This is one of the best years we've ever had, where as in previous years, only 1 or 2 people passed per Exam, or sometimes, none at all. This year, we have a record-breaking 56 applicants pass!" he exclaims.

"It was real damn hell to pull that off, so damn well better be grateful." You hear Reynauld grumble in the back.

"Now, considering you have a very busy day ahead of you all, I will keep proceedings short by saying that I will now be taking all of you on a tour of the facilities!" Beans announces.

That gets the crowd excited, "I was wondering when I'd get the chance to see the whole of the lovely facility, you have my thanks, Mr.Beans..." Arztz states.

That makes Beans smile, "You're welcome! I'm going to try and make this quick, but we have a long tour ahead of us!"

Beans switches sheets and speaks again, "Within the building, there are 3 different wings! The left wing, which houses the support faclities! Within the left wing, there is the Enigneering divsion! The combat gym and the shooting range!" he explains.

"Enigneering divsion? They've got my attention..." Etheline looks excited.

"A shooting range is it?" Flourette questions.

"What? Are you excited to test your marksmanship skills?" Noell questions.

"Apologies young master, but yes, it's been a while since I've had the chance to fire freely..." She confesses.

Noell shrugs, "Feel however you like, I was just curious why you had the face of an excited pig all of a sudden."

"M-My face is piggish when excited young master?" she asks, going red in the cheeks.

"Well you always look like a pig so it makes no difference really." Noell corrects.

"R-Right young master, of course, my apologies for asking such an obvious question." Flourette states.

Bradford gets real excited beside you, "Combat gym huh? Oh that sounds like a good time right there! That's basically fancy talk for free fight center right!?" he thinks.

"I mean if you find someone stupid enough to fight with you, sure." you agree.

Bradford turns to you, "Oh, don't worry, I know someone plenty stupid!" he laughs.

You shake your head as Beans continues, "Then we have the right-wing! Which houses the Terror and Crime investigations center! And the Medical Division sector!" he explains.

Arztz eyes light up, "Medical sector? Now that sounds like the place for me! Finally a land where I'm freely allowed to save lives!"

"Terror and crime investigations? if I'm right, that's Jesper's section..." you remember, he invited you to join his division when you got the chance.

Beans continues once more, "And finally! We have the center-wing! Which houses the dining hall! And the office of the Chairman!" He finishes.

Dillion smiles, "The office of the Chairman? Now there's somewhere I would love to be."

"Ah fucking finally they're talking about food! I didn't eat shit on my way here, so I'd love a quick bite at that dining hall!" Peachnia shouts.

Beans settles the crowd again, "Anyway, as you have just heard, we have quite a few areas to explore and since you all have to get together to pick your respective division and then do some introductory activities-" he says slowly to emphasis.

"We're going to get through this quickly! So I ask all of you to now vote on the wing we start with so I can begin the tour!" He exclaims.

He raises his hand, "Please your hand and put up 1 finger if you'd like to see the right-wing, 2 if left-wing, 3 if center-wing. Please start now!" he asks.

What will you do?

>Start with right-wing

>Start with left-wing

>Start with center-wing

>>3804868
>Start with left-wing

>>3804868
>>Start with right-wing

>>3804868
>>Start with right-wing
We gotta meet our boy, Jesper

>>3804918

>Start posting about left-wings and right wings and /pol/ starts recruiting in your quest 20 minutes later

Man you /pol/fags work fast don't you?

>>3804871
>>3804906
>>3804917

>Right wing wins

>Writing...

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You throw your hand with 1 finger raised, (If I'm gonna start anywhere, might as well be with the people that are expecting me.) you think.

Beans looks around and scans the hands, "It seems Right-wing wins by popular vote! Then let us begin the tour!"

With that, Beans steps off the podium and heads due right to a set of double doors that leads into a hall heading deeper into the building.

After a few minutes of walking, you come upon a set of wooden double doors that beans pushes open to reveal the interior of a hospital.

The walls are a mix of white tile and pleasant brown wood panels, waiting chairs sit across the walls of the rooms and you can see stairs that lead to various different part of the facility.

Beans speaks as you walk around the place, "This is the medical division, in this facility, we train medical and Health Hunters in all matters of the healing." He starts.

"We train physicians to study the human body, Veterinarians who study and research magical beasts, Surgeons who deal with field injuries, pharmacist who deal in the art of making and distributing medicines to combat diseases-" He lists off.

Arztz's happiness seems to rise with every word he hears, "Oh me, oh my...Hospitals of this size and degree are a rarity in my country, as I thought, coming to Yorbia was an excellent idea!" he sings.

Beans chimes in, "Well if you really think so young man, you should enlist for this division as soon as the tour is over, we always seem to be understaffed when it comes to Hunters who want to practice medicine or heal people." He explains.

"Oh yes I would love to! How would I go about doing that?" Arztz questions.

Beans is a little taken aback by Arztz excitement as he continues, "Well you would have to speak with the Head of the division and have them agree to take you in, unfortunately, she doesn't seem to be in today, so I'll help you enlist after the tour is done." He explains.

Arztz nods and smiles, "Yes! Thank Mr.Beans!"

Beans smiles at that, "Ah, it's nice to see someone excited to heal someone for a change! Everyone is always so quick to join combat-based divisions, they never even consider the need for someone to heal them after they're done fighting."

"Yeah but that because studying medicine is boring! Are we done here!?" Bradford shouts.

Beans eye twitches a little, but he otherwise stays composed, "I would like to show you the various floors and where all the rooms in this division are, but yes, we are starved for time, so we will move on."

"Thank god! If we stayed in here, I would've fallen asleep and they'd have to take me in for fucking Narcolepsy!" Bradford complains.

"Well, we have plenty of excitable people like yourself here this year, I'm sure all of you will become well acquainted with the layout and function of the medical division, moving on!" Beans turns around and leads you out the door,

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You exit the medical Division and head back through the Hallway you entered before and you go deeper still.

Eventually, at the end of the hallway, you reach a massive mechanical door, one so big it takes you a second to realize it's actually a gate instead of a wall.

"Now what in tarnation is this?" Reynuald is the first to ask.

Dillion answers, "It's an industrial gate, huge, thick doors that can't be opened by human hands, usually they're placed in factories so no one can get in without permission, or, so things get trapped and don't come out."

"Yes, cause I'm damn sure you know a ton about trapping people in factories money-bags." Reynauld laughs.

Dillion shoots him an annoyed look as Beans walks over to the side, where some-kind of keycard scanner is, he pulls out his Hunter License and slips it in.

After taking a second to scan the card, a ringing sound beeps out and suddenly the massive gate is coming open.

"Never let anyone say the association doesn't know how to make things dramatic." Whu says with a whistle.

"Did someone say Drama!?" Suddenly, as the door opens wide, you hear a familiar pair of voices.

A pair of voices that leave you and everyone else in the crowd with a feeling of dread and despair.

"Oh Gods no, is that...!?" Noell's worst fears become a reality.

Spinning into view with a dynamic pose, the Carlton twins, Sheldon and Ami are the first thing you see as the gate opens wide.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Why are you two here!?" Bradford shouts, voicing the crowd's thoughts.

"Where there is drama ripe for the milking, we are farmers..." Sheldon starts.

"Where there is despair to be dished out, we are the servers..." Ami continues.

They then speak in unison, "Where there is pain to be dealt, we are your dealers! We are the Dynamic Duo! We are-"

"TIRED OF YOUR SHIT!" Everyone shouts.

"Beans, I beg of you, please shut that door and trap those monsters back inside." Noell asks.

Beans sighs, "Though it seems like you all already know them, these two are Sheldon and Ami, the Carlton twins, both 1-star Hunters and direct assistants to the Head of Terror and Crime division, Jesper Myscercough." He explains.

Sheldon nods to his introduction, "Yes, we happen to be your seniors, so you best show us some respect!"

Ami nods aswell, "One word from us could cost you your careers in this place, so you better learn to polish shoes real well!"

Reynauld shakes his head, "At least they're being honest about how much they want us to kiss their asses."

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And with that, while I know it's abrupt, I'm stopping the thread here and unfortunately I won't be able to continue till tuesday!

You see anons, college has restarted and I've made the terrible mistake of booking one too many subjects for the semester, one I will pay for tomorrow when I'm in school from 12:00-8:00PM!

I'll be free from tuesday on at least, but I cannot run tomorrow, so wait for my return on Tuesday, (So much for that 2-day thread finish, I'll have it one of these threads, I swear it!)

Anyway, goodnight for now, feel free to shitpost or discuss anything to keep the thread going, or don't, just do whatever you all feel!

See you soon!

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"The hell are you two on about?" And just like that, the man of the hour appears, clad in his overcoat and sunglasses he wears even indoors.

"Boss!" The duo shouts.

Beans presents him to the crowd, "Yes, this is Jesper Mysercough, he is a Two-star Hunter who is famous for-"

Jesper cuts beans off by holding a hand up, which he then uses to take the cigarette out of his mouth, "Save them the long-winded introduction beans, they're here for the division, not me." he says as he turns around and walks back into the facility.

“Follow me.” He orders, bring the tour group behind him with Sheldon and Ami at his side.

Once inside, it feels like you barge your way into one of the busiest, most stir-crazy places on earth.

The room is massive, almost like an entire building unto itself, but even with all the extra-space, it still kinda feels cramped thanks to the sheer number of people running around inside it.

Computers screens typing up reports and searching camera feeds, filing cabinets with multiple open drawers, monitors broadcasting multiple news stations across the world.

But it’s not just the environment itself that seems busy, the people are too.

“We’ve got reports of a group multiple armed robbers breaking into the central bank! Hey you! Can you handle this-!?” you hear a man shout from across the room.

“Hell no! Me and my men are still dealing with the serial killing case in Hanmatten! Find someone else!” A man rebuts.

“Hey! Forget all that, we’ve located a drug den built by the James family mafia! We need a squad to bust it right now!” You hear a woman, already swamped with work typing on a computer screen, shout.

“Alright, my squad’s on it! Do we have a time limit!? We were already heading out to deal with a hostage situation so that has to come second!” a man with a group of armed men with bodyarmor says as he heads to the door.

“No don’t worry! The bust can be pushed back to later in the night, we’ve already got two other cases to deal with, so you and and another squad will-!”

As you walk through the large facility, people run around and past your group being led by Jesper.

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“Jesus Chirst, this place looks like a federal agency hopped up on crack rocks!” Bradford comment as he looks around amazed.

"Do you even realize the irony of that statement? Wait, don't answer that, of course you don't." you remark.

Sheldon scoffs, “Federal Agency? Don’t compare us to pushovers like those washed out, useless windbags!”

Ami turns up her nose, “Those bunch of errand boys are only useful to send us reports about everything they can’t handle! It’s a wonder how those waste of tax money manage to stay running!”

As they say that, you reach what looks to be the command center of this place, a single chair surrounded by a mass of computers that link to a multitude of newsfeeds, cameras and maps of areas all across Yorknew.

Jesper swiftly takes a seat in this chair as he continues, “Listen here kids, here’s all you need to know about this Division, we’re the guys that get shit done.” he states.

He takes a puff of his cigarette as he continues, “Unlike the rest of these support divisions, we’re the field agents, we’re the people that go in the thick of it.” he explains.

“We handle terrorist attacks, both international and domestic, murder investigations, drug busts, Toppling criminal empires and, of course, we protect the good people of the city somewhere along the way.”

He leans back in this chair, “If you couldn’t tell by all the Joes and Janes running around the place, we’re swamped pretty much 24/7, we never have too many hands on deck, cause trust me, the deck is never not covered in shit to deal with.”

Mr.Beans chimes in, “Uh, with all due respect Mr.Myscercough, I’m the one that’s supposed to be telling them all this…”

“I’m aware, but I’m also aware you’ll sugarcoat the whole thing with bureaucratic lingo and talks of duty this, mission that. All a bunch of horseshit really." He counters.

"I’m the head of this division, so let me all give you youngsters some advice, from a veteran in this field.” he starts.

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“If you value your life, Don’t. Join. Us.” He knocks some ash off his cigarette as he speaks.

That gets the crowd worried, “What’s that supposed to mean?” someone asks.

Ami steps in, “Exactly what it sounds like, this Division is by far the most dangerous one! We have the highest mortality rate out of every division! The people who join usually don’t last for very long before we’re dragging them home in a bag…”

Sheldon steps in, “That’s assuming there’s enough left of them to fit in a bag sister! And even if you don’t die a gruesome death, you can bet almost everyday will be hell for you!" he states.

Ami nods," People of this division don’t get days off, or breaks, we’re on the clock 24/7, 7 days a week, 365 days of the year!”

Jesper gives the crowd a cold stare, “That’s why I recommend that any of you that feel like you can’t handle that kind of thing, go join any other division, cause this one is only for two kinds of people.” He starts.

“The stupid and the suicidal.” he finishes.

“....” After that introduction, most of the crowd is left silent.

Mr.Beans looks worried, “Uh, Mr.Myscercough, maybe you should tone it down on the grim details-”

“Oh hell yes!” Most of the crowd is anyway.

Bradford on the other-hand looks raring and ready to go, “That’s the best thing I’ve heard on this tour all day! You mean I can make it a job to kick people’s asses 24/7!? Where do I sign up!?” he asks.

Most of the crowd is left amazed at his excitement and a little disturbed, “Jeez, I wonder where it is he draws that well of energy from?” Landon questions, giggling a little.

“Where ever it is, I hope I can find it and destroy it, he’s an embarrassment to the title of Hunter.” Dillion berates.

“But he’s got the right attitude! This is the kind of job dumbasses like him are made fer. So o course he’s ready to join, I’m feeling a little excited myself!” Reynauld admires.

“Then why don’t you join him and drop dead alongside him? Would save me two headaches for the price of none.” He laughs.

“You say that, but yer joining too, I can feel it!” Reynauld counters.

“We’ll see about that…” He trails off.

Jesper watches the few of you still able to talk after that intro with renewed interest, He laughs a little, “Seems we’ve got quite a few suicidal dumbasses this year. Fine, maybe this division is suited for some of you…” As he trails off you see him shoot a glance your way before continuing.

“But still, I ask you give the other divisions a chance, the less people throwing their lives away the better.” he suggests as he gets up and heads away from the group.

“Hey! Where are you going!?” Bradford shouts.

Sheldon answers, “You think the boss has time to lead a tour group around!? Unlike you all, we’re all on busy schedules!” he counters.

Ami answers, “If you’re all done gawking like a bunch of snot-nosed brats, get going will you! This isn’t a show!” they say as all three of them walk away.

“God those fucks never fail to piss me off…” Vanilla groans.

“Just don’t join the division then sister, leave dealing with stupid shit to the dumbasses.” Peachnia suggests.

With that, Beans steps to the front of the group again and speaks, “Ah, well, that’s the right-wing for you! Otherwise known as the combat-wing, for those of you looking to do more field action, please consider signing up-”

Bradford raises his hand, “Me! Me! I want to join, screw the rest of these division, I want this one!” he shouts.

Beans sighs, “Sorry Sir, but enlistment choices are after the tour, for now, I ask you all to raise your hands again and decide on the next wing we are to explore.” he orders.

Where will you go next?

>Left-wing

>Center-wing

>>3808144
>Left-wing
time to go full /leftypol/

>>3808144
>>Left-wing

>>3808147
>>3808157

>To the left, to the left

>Writing...

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>20 minutes later...

Time: 1:02PM, Early Afternoon

Location: Yorknew City, Hunter Association, shooting range

After another quick vote, everyone decided that it'd be best to head to the Left-wing to take a look at all the support Division and facilities, the first of which being the shooting range.

Just like any other area in the building, the space is huge and very well-maintained.

Many, many aisles accommodate a number of Hunters, using weapons like pistols, rifles, shotguns and other small arms, the ringing of their gunfire is loud, but thankfully you were all supplied with earmuffs before entering.

You walk across the many aisles and observe the many people shooting down the long range as Mr.Beans speaks.

"This the first of the training zones in the building, the shooting range. Here, Hunters who who want to practice ranged combat are allowed to use these facilitates at any time." He starts.

He points to some cameras watching over the room, "it's open 24/7 and security is always watching to ensure nothing happens, so don't feel like you ever need to make time to practice, we of the Association encourage Hunters to always be practicing, staying at the top of their game to ensure-"

Bradford throws his head back in annoyance, "Oh, blah, blah! You always make this shit drag on man!" he interrupts.

"Excuse me?" Mr.Beans says taken aback.

"We get it, we come here to practice blowing people's heads off right!? Anything else noteworthy about this place or are we done here!?" he asks.

Mr.Beans sighs for what must be the 6th time in an under hour and speaks, "Well, yes there is one more thing, follow me."

With that he walks you over to the far end of the room where you come across a pair of twin steel doors with a sign reading Special weapons training area

"Special weapons? Whazzat mean?" Bradford questions.

"Follow and you shall find out." he says as he pushes open the steel door and you follow him in.

Once inside you enter, the first thing you notice is that you're behind some kind of screen, then you notice behind the screen, that a strange-zone of a place, much less a shooting range and more of a shooting themepark.

Several platforms, suspended high in the air, surrounded by targets, some very small, some extraordinarily big and thick, hang above you.

WHIRRRRR-BRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Suddenly, right above you, you hear an onslaught of noise, a hellish cacophany of gunfire that sounds like 100's of men fire in unison.

You trace the source of the noise to a large man standing on one of the platforms with many targets lugging around what looks to be a gatling gun in his hands as he fires.

"What the fuck!?" you hear Bradford shouts as he watches the man open fire rapidly, tearing apart the various targets in the area in rapid succession with terrifying levels of accuracy.

Mr.Beans smiles, "Welcome to the special weapons training zone! This is an area that sets the ranged weapons training done by Hunters apart from the rest of the world!" He exclaims over the sound of the galting gun firing.

"As you can see above, in this zone, you're allowed to carry in any weapon! No matter how dangerous or destructive and practice with it to your hearts desire!" he explains.

"Even goddamn gatling guns!?" Reynauld shouts in surprise.

"Or grenades launchers, RPG's, heavy machine guns, anything you can't use in the regular range, comes here for practice!" he explains.

Dillion looks over to the screen, "Okay! I understand all that! But what is this window here for!?" he asks.

"Oh that!? That's for in case-"

BRAAHHHHHHHHHH! The targets around the man with the galting gun suddenly begin to move rapidly as he fires, forcing him to change directions suddenly.

In doing so, one target hangs near your screen and opens fire against, riddling the glass with a hail of concerted fire so powerful it tear off limbs or rip a person in half.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dillion screams in a high-pitched voice as he thinks his head has come, but the screen does not break, instead it simply shows several black spots where the bullets hit.

After that, the man with the galting stops firing and Mr.Beans continues, "-In case someone misfires at anyone entering the room." he finishes.

Reynauld laughs, "Right, great to know, but before that, money-bags, what was that shriek just now-"

"Shut up! You heard nothing, nothing happened!" he counters.

"It sounded like a little girl sucked up a balloon o helium and then screamed into an empty room-"

"Drop it! I swear to god if you don't drop it, I will use you for target practice!" he shouts.

Mr.Beans clears his throat to catch your attention, "Anyway if you would follow me again..." He says as he leads you deeper inside the facility.

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Following along the screen, you come across multiple rooms also covered in screens that have many strange set-ups to them.

In one, you see a room filled with gaping holes everywhere, as you pass it by, you see a man with two pistols, sitting in it's center, waiting, until a loud noise rings and a ball with a target painted over bounces out.

He shoots it, then another that pops out behind him and another that pops in front of him.

BOOM....BOOM....BOOM! Next you pass by a room filled with all kinds of walls, some made of steel, others of plastic, others of drywall and see multiple burnmarks scattered on them all as people lob grenades or shoot rockets at them.

Mr.Beans present rooms like these to you as you walk around, "In here! We host a range of challenges that even the most experienced of marksmen would have trouble handling!" he starts.

"Ranges here test your accuracy, speed-shooting, ranging and other skills needed to become a master in all forms of ranged combat." he continues.

You then reach a room you stop at and head inside, once inside, everyone comes to a stop in astonishment.

What you see looks more like a classic gun range, but the room itself looks like it extends into infinity, from where your standing, the backwall and the targets hanging from it look so far away you have to squint to see them.

"Hot Damn!...Damn...damn..." Bradford's exclamation echoes in the distance.

"This is our sniper's course, targets start at 300 meters and go up to 3000 meters." Beans explains.

"3000 meters!?" Reynauld pulls back in surprise.

"I consider myself something of a sniper, but is there a man out there that can hit a target at 3000 meters!? Are there guns that even shoot that far!?" he exclaims.

"We wouldn't have this course if there weren't Hunters here who could shoot at such ranges, in-fact, why doesn't someone step up and take a chance? How about a target at just 1000 meters?" Beans asks, obviously to scare anyone out of trying.

Which works for the most part, most of the group is pulling back, "Ah, ah, I'm confident I can shoot straight, but I ain't no hawk friend, I can't pull that shot, save me the shame." Reynauld states.

"Well would you mind if I do it?" However, one person still volunteers, Flourette steps up much to Beans surprise.

"Are you sure? Ms...?"

"Ms. Flourette Rutland, just Flourette will do." She answers.

"Uh, well, to be honest, I wasn't being serious, I don't even have a rifle to give you-"

"Worry not-" Flourette assures as she pulls out her AWM rifle, "I brought my own." She says with a smile.

"...Well, alright then." Mr.Beans says not sure how to respond.

Flourette steps up to the range, gets into an aisle and loads her rifle as she speaks, "You said 1000 meters yes? How many shots do I get?" She asks as she pulls out a few bullets.

"Um, 3 will do." Mr.Beans answers.

"Are the targets still or moving?" She asks as she loads 3 shots into her magazine and checks the cylinder to see if the bullet fed correctly.

"Well, I could make them move with this remote, but I imagine you would want them-"

"Make them move. This won't be a challenge otherwise." She orders.

Mr.Beans is taken aback, "Y-Yes, as you wish." he hits a button on a remote that causes the targets in the distance to move slowly back and forth.

"Faster, that's far too slow." She says as she looks down her sights and takes aim.

"Really? Faster Miss? Are you sure that-"

"I said. Faster." Flourette orders in a surprisingly intimidating voice.

"R-Right." Without another word, Beans hits the button again.

Even from the distance, you can see the targets nearly double in speed, to the point where your eyes have a hard time keeping track of them.

"That's good, this will work." She thanks as she readies herself.

Reynauld looks on bewildered, "What in sam hill...? Does she really think she can land a shot like that?" he asks himself.

Bradford leans over to you, "Yo Derrick man, this is badass an' all, but do you really think she can pull that shot off?" He asks.

What will you say?

> "Hard to say...guess we have to watch and see"

>"Probably not, a shot like that's just impossible..."

>"She can do it, she wouldn't have stepped if she couldn't."

>>3808385
>>"She can do it, she wouldn't have stepped if she couldn't."

>>3808438

>She can handle it

>Writing...

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You give a look of confidence, "If she wasn't confident in her skills she wouldn't have stepped up, I'm sure she can do this." you answer.

"Good answer Derrick." Noell responds.

"You were listening spider-monkey?" Bradford questions.

"No, you two just have no sense of volume control, but regardless, good answer Derrick, I see you have an eye for talent." he compliment.

Bradford looks doubtful, "Wait a damn second, how are you two so damn certain, she's gonna make this shot?"

Noell scoffs, "Clearly you haven't been watching her work, I've had Flourette in my service for many years and over the course of those years I've learned two things." Noell states as Flourette begins to squeeze down on the trigger.

"One: That she's a disgusting woman with the mind and body of a pig." He insults, much to both your dismay.

"And two:-"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Before Noell can speak, the shots have already been fired, the bullet whizzes out, the sound cracking over the long distance before it fades away.

After the shooting stops, the room is silent as Mr.Beans pulls out a pair of Binoculars, and checks the target.

"...Shots confirmed, 2 out of 3 landed, both shots center-mass." He confirms.

The crowd is an uproar as Flourette pulls back, "What!? Holy shit really!? She just put two shots into a target over 1000 meters away! Moving too!" A man exclaims.

Reynauld is holding his head in disbelief, "God Lord heaven...Seems like monsters do exist among us after-all..."

Whu whistles, impressed, "I've seen a lot of things in my life, but someone shooting a target that far away? Now it feels like I've seen everything."

"Well I'll be damned" Bradford nearly left speechless at the sight.

"Two: is that despite her piggish body, she has eyes that would make a falcon jealous and patience that even a statue couldn't match. She's a true sniper." Noell adds as Flourette returns to his side.

"Are you satisfied now?" He asks her.

She shakes her head, "Not even slightly, as I thought, my condition has worsened."

"Worsened!? You could do even more back in the day!?" Bradford questions.

"Far more, in the past, I've could've hit a target like at 2x the distance and 3x the speed and yet here I am struggling only landing 2 of my shots at a measly 1000 meters." She shakes her head.

"..." And now he's been left truly silent.

"I've been using close range weapons too much, I'm out of practice." She explains.

Noell sighs, "Well at least you're good enough to be a semi-decent sniper, you've certainly impressed everyone here. Derrick even said he knew you could pull it off."

Flourette smiles at that, "Did he now? Thank you for the vote of confidence Mr.Derrick, having a friend place their faith in you is always strengthening. I'm on the fast-track back to my old record!" She says excitedly.

>Both Noell and Flourette appreciate your confidence in their skills! +20 Bond to their relationships.

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After that whole debacle, your tour group continues on, this time heading to the gym, which, much like the firing range, is filled with people improving their combat skills.

People train using weights, lifting them off benches, the ground, up their backs and over their shoulders.

Across from them is section devoted to striking training, men train their fist by smashing them into leather bags, wood, stone, cement and other substances, to train their knuckles, better their pain resistance.

And those that do not train their bodies train their skills, sparring with others nearby in learning how to block, strike, grapple, throw. Watching the other Hunter spar, you can barely count the number of different martial arts each of them is employing.

As you get inside beans speaks, "This is the combat gym, here is where Hunters come to improve their bodies and martial prowess by training with others."

"As you can already see, we provide a large range of equipment, you are free to train your muscles, cardio, speed and skill, all in the name of surviving in the field, or really just for fun if you wish." He explains.

As Beans prattles on, you look to Bradford and speak, "Hey you're weirdly silent, isn't this the place you were hoping to come to the most?" you ask.

"I mean, yeah, but..." Bradford looks around, unsatisfied, "This place is...pretty boring." He answers.

"Boring? But people are fighting, isn't that what you want?" you ask.

He shakes his head, "No, no, no man, those guys aren't fighting, they're sparring, sure they're pulling off some intense moves, but they'd never put enough force to hurt each other. That's baby shit over there." he explains.

"Well, what more could you expect? This is a gym, not some death arena." You counter.

He holds his head to the side, "Yeah that makes sense...but what's this feeling I'm getting? I feel like there's some real crazy shit going on nearby that I just haven't seen..."

You give him a side-long glance, "What are you somekind of violence bloodhound? You're imagining things man-"

"Oh by the way." Mr Beans cuts you off.

"If for some reason you feel that simple sparring is not enough, or that you would like some real battle experience, then please, if you would follow me..."

Mr.Beans leads you to a more secluded area of the room, away from the weights and casual sparring and practicing, a darker area, far away from the normalcy and sanity of the brighter one.

"Where are we going...? This place is a little creepy..." Etheline states, clearly not liking the change in atmosphere.

"-ut...bea...hi..ss" In the distance, you hear chanting, what about, you can't tell.

"Wait...is that!?" However, Bradford seems to recognize it.

That's when you come upon a single door, shaded black and made hard to notice, with a sign above it that simply reads Fight club.

Everyone looks up at that sign with a hint of worry, "Uh...This feels kinda off don't it..." Peachnia mentions.

Watts shows a wry grin, "Why do I get a feeling kinda like deju vu?"

Mr.Beans speaks again, "Good people, before we head, I am legally required to tell you that we, of the Hunter Association, do not promote violence, gambling or the endorsement of illegal fighting rings."

"Hey, wait a damn minute! Is this...!" Bradford starts riling up with excitement.

"With that said-" Mr.Beans puts a hand against the door, "Know that we are not legally liable for any disturbing sight, shocking instance or otherwise physical or mental damage you suffer from what you're about to witness. Or as the chairman would say..."

He pushes open the door and you see quite a sight.

"The faint of heart have no place in my Association" Mr.Beans quotes as you bare witness.

"Beat his ass! Knock him out!" The chanting from earlier becomes clear and loud as you see a stadium of people sitting around you, watching a bloody spectacle.

The room is concave, sinking deeper into the ground as you go further in and at the center, an arena, surrounded by a cage lies.

Within this arena, two fighters go head to head, no holds barred, bare knuckle ,or in this case, Bruised knuckle as both fighters have clearly been going at it a while.

Their heads are cracked, bleeding, their faces, swollen in several places, however it's clear they refuse to give up, because both still have their dukes up.

"What.The.Fuck." Vanilla eeks out, blown away, much like the rest of you.

Mr.Beans looks less than calm for once in the tour, "This area, you can think of as an unofficial facility of the gym. Here, two Hunters agree to fight without holding back, going so far as to even hospitalize there comrades if the fights are too intense."

"Unlike the area outside, this area was made with no safety protocols, no regards for the of health of our agents and won't appear on any maps of the building." he explains.

"What the hell is it doing here then?" you ask.

"A few years ago, a group, let's say, rambunctious Hunters found an unoccupied space of the building and decided to build this area, which they then labelled, The fight club" He explains.

"DROP DEAD ASSHOLE!" Below, the sound one of the fighters shouts flies up to your group as they rush in and pound their fist into the other one's face, knocking a couple of teeth out and spilling blood.

"OHHHHHH!" The crowd goes, doubling their excitement once they catch a whiff of blood, much like hungry sharks.

Watts chuckles a wry laugh, "Oh man, this reminds me of my pit days, good times, good times..."

"Really, you consider those good times?" Whu questions.

"Hell no, it's a saying idiot, those were terrible times." Watts answers.

CRACK! Goes the sound of some bone, probably the nose, as the guy who got hit retaliates with a swift kick that sends the other guy reeling.

Vanilla cringes, "Jesus christ, isn't this kind of thing super illegal?"

Mr.Beans looks away, "Well, technically, yes, but as you know, one of the benefits of having a license is being made an exception to many rules and laws..." He explains.

SLAM! One of them headbutts the other, dealing damage to both their skulls.

"Including the ones that stop you from killing your fellow workers?" Peachnia asks.

"Okay, Listen, I didn't approve of this alright, it was the Chairman who continues to let it happen, he says it's Just Hunter's letting off some steam..."

SNAP!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" One man screams as something vital breaks, perhaps the bones of his arms, perhaps a leg, you can't tell anything besides the fact that will take some time to heal.

"That seems like more than a little steam." Vanilla comments.

"Take your snide comments and throw them the chairman's way, if I had mine, these sorts of battles would never be allowed." He explains.

"But the chairman says, as long as both parties have consented-"

CRUNCH! With a bone crunching uppercut, the other fighter is sent into the air before toppling to the ground, beaten to the point that he can't even stand.

"Aw fuck! I had 200,000 jenny bet on that guy! Stop being such a pussy and get up!!" A man from the crowd demands, but it's already too late, the other man is unconscious and the fight is over.

"Then it's okay for Hunter's to kill each other?" Vanilla asks.

"Well, technically murder isn't allowed in the ar- You know what, sure, take from it what you will." Beans gives up.

"Just know, if you feel that simple sparring isn't enough, you may volunteer to fight here, where you can get as much fighting experience as you want." He explains.

You look to Bradford, "This exciting enough for you?" you ask.

"sniffffffffffffff" Instead of answering you, he takes a big whiff and extends his arms out.

"Oh man! Do you smell that Derrick! It's the smell of pain! Blood! Violence! It's the smell of a good day!" He says, taking in the iron-filled air in the room like it's the first breath of fresh air he's had in ages.

What will you say?

>"How can you enjoy this shit man?"

>"I guess I'll be seeing you down here a lot."

>"How about you and me go a round down there later?"

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Hmmmmmm?

Did I manage to bore everyone to sleep? We're so close to the important stuff too, shame.

>>3808721
>>"I guess I'll be seeing you down here a lot."
Sorry busy

>>3808805

It's no worry anon, We're in no rush, not yet.

>This will be your favorite place

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"I guess we found your new favorite place huh buddy?" You state.

As the man who was beaten gets pulled out of the blood-soaked arena via stretcher, his face a swollen mess of pain and suffering, Bradford looks down upon the area as if he's a kid in a candy store.

"Oh you have no idea man, no idea at all!" He exclaims.

Mr.Beans looks on in disgust, "I believe we should be moving on, we've seen quite enough of this place, quite enough..." says as he leads you out of the area and far away from the bloodthirsty crowds.

>A few minutes later.

After another short walk, you find yourself in another interesting area, from the hallway, down from the combat gym, you come across a pair of large steel doors, much like the one that concealed the Terror and Investigations center.

It's much less shocking this time around and more curious than anything else, "Are these doors behind every major division place or sumthin? Do ya even need 'em? Or are they just to look cool?" Reynauld questions.

"They are mainly for security purposes, unlike other minor facilities, which are actually open to the public should they have the money to afford them, these major ones are locked off purely for Hunter use only." Beans explains as he moves to open the door again.

"Well I guess that makes sense, don't won't the commonfolk catching unto all the secret weapons we're building right?" Reynauld laughs.

Mr.Beans slots the card and speaks, "You say those words sarcastically, but you should know that the government has given us permission to make our own weaponry. We actually do have secret weapons to protect." he explains.

"Secret weapons?" Etheline recites, clearly interested.

"What really? I was just joshing, jeez, ya'll really have everythang don't ya?" Reynauld admires.

Mr.Beans smiles proudly as the door open up, "Yes, it would be no exaggeration to say we do! And that's mainly thanks to these good people you're about to meet!" he exclaims as the room comes into view.

"Oh my lord..." Reynauld's countryside mind can barely fathom what he sees on the otherside.

The door opens up to, what on first glance, you swear is a forge, as you see iron smelting, bending and being crafted by mechanical hammer and made into tools.

But then you stand corrected, it's also a robotics lab, where people fiddle with long arms that move by remote and grip like a human, or machines on two legs and four, alongside drones flying through the air.

But then you stand corrected again, it's actually a Ballistics factory, people make guns, rocket launchers, heavy machine guns, attachments like scopes, range-finders, blast extenders, bullets of all sizes and calibers.

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All around you, you hear the sawing of metal, the clamping of steel, the combining of tech and the advancement of the future, but most of all.

You hear Etheline squeeing in excitement, "Oh my gosh! Oh my GOSH! is this- is this-!" with stars in her eyes, she's much too excited to even form sentences.

Mr.Beans is elated to see such genuine excitement, "Yes indeed my fair lady, this is the Engineering Division!" he exclaims.

"....." Etheline goes quiet.

"What's wrong young lady?" Mr.Beans asks.

She comes to her senses, "Oh, sorry, I was just so overwhelmed by how awesome this place is I couldn't breathe." She admits.

That brings a smile to his face, "Why aren't you just a absolutely delightful young lady!" Beans exclaims.

Meanwhile, the two mean girls in the back, Vanilla and Peachnia giggle to themselves, "Holy shit she's such a fucking nerd..." Peachnia laughs.

"The fact that the living green thumb there thinks she's cool just makes it even worse...!" Vanilla whispers.

"This is the primary Division for those want to create for a living, as you can see, we have tools for engineers in every field, robotics, computing, ballistics, architecture and many, many more!" He exclaims.

"This place is Heaven...!" Etheline is practically drooling.

"GOD she's so lame...." Peachnia gossips in the loudest possible voice.

"But she's kinda cute when she's being lame don't ya think? And this place is kinda sweet..." Vanilla compliments.

"Vani? Girl? Listen to yourself, you're losing yourself to the nerdyness, you're catching the DISEASE." Peachnia points out.

Vanilla realizes her mistake, "Oh god you're right, it's spreading!" she panics.

"Man someone really needs to just smack the stupid out those bitches back there-" Bradford suggests.

"Just leave them man, it's not worth the effort." you counter.

Mr.Beans presses on, "This area also happens to be where you can have your equipment modified and upgraded or have entirely new weapons and armor made for you!" he explains.

That gets the crowd going, "Now you're catching my attention Bean-man, you saying I can get my Raging colt a fine-tuning here?" Reyanuld questions.

"A fine-tuning, a check-up and a boosting if you wish, this division is by far my favorite, but don't let the other leaders know I said that alright?" Beans asks.

"Oh speaking of leaders, the leader for this Division-"

"Isn't here." A man's voice cuts Beans off.

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That's when out of nowhere a man you've never met comes up to your group, dressed in a tacky yet classy suit, a bed of hair made up into a perm on his head, he strides in lazily as he speaks,

"Our leader isn't here, not that he ever is." The man informs you.

"Oh? Major March isn't in today?" Mr.Beans asks.

"Nah, he went off with the Med Division leader...again, well even if he was here, it wouldn't make much difference, I would have to do all the talking anyway..." The man states.

"And who might you be?" Dillion asks.

"Oh him? He's Major March's assistant, a one-star Ballistics Hunter-"

"I can introduce myself Beans." The man cuts him off, a little annoyed.

He holds his head and speaks with a sigh, "The name's Karver Crimson, as you heard, I'm a Hunter just like you bunch, just a little higher-ranked is all. I run the Armory...and this place basically." He explains.

"Wait? Karver?" Vanilla recites to herself, finally noticing something is happening outside of her bullying.

"Wait that voice? Is that you Vanilla?" Karver questions a little excited.

Peachnia looks curious, "Wait, you know this guy Vani?" she asks.

She gives him an annoyed look, "I wish I didn't...This asshole's a headache..." She complains.

"Ah don't be like that baby! Aren't we partners!? Or at least, we were anyway." He counters.

Peachnia looks taken a back, "Wait, Partners, did you date this-"

"No! No I didn't! He always phrases it like that just to make that misunderstanding, that should show how much a dick he is!" She corrects swiftly.

He laughs, "I only do it cause you're so fun to rile up baby."

"Wait, so what is your relationship?" you ask.

"We're former business partners." She states, not giving away any unnecessary details.

"Oh, I get it." you realize he's also a gun dealer then.

"Yeah, we used to work together, raking up profit back in the day. her guns were top of the line and my negotiation skills sealed the deal, we were quite a team, you and I." He explains.

"Were Karver, were" She emphasizes.

"The hell happened?" Bradford asks.

"Ugh, it's real pain in the ass to get into, let's just say there was a big deal to be done and he I had a disagreement over what should be done with the money and we decided not to work with each other cause of it." She summarizes.

"Wow, that is really omitting the details, but I guess we shouldn't hang our dirty laundry huh?" He agrees.

"Not where a bunch of assholes like these can smell it." She says, eyeing you everyone.

"Anyway, just let it be known that if you wanted to meet the Major, not happening today. Sorry to disappoint you all." Karver explains.

Etheline looks disappointed, "Ah...That's a shame, I would've loved to meet the man skilled enough to lead this place, he's probably an expert in field of engineering I've never even heard of."

"Ah, again, he really isn't like that-You know what, I'll let you all figure it out when you met him for yourself." Karver says he turns back and walks away.

"Is that all you wanted to say Mr.Crimson?" Mr.Beans asked.

"Yep, get back on with your tour, I've got equipment reports to write up, summary to make, numbers to crunch, the usual, get on out of here." He explains as he walks away.

"Hm, well that guy didn't seem too terrible." You state.

"That's only cause you've known him for 5 minutes, give a few minutes more, you'll come around." Vanilla states.

"Anyway, all of you, we're reaching the end of the tour, just one last wing to explore and it's the smallest." He explains.

"The center-wing yeah?" You realize.

"Indeed, it only houses the chairman's office and a cafeteria, let's see, by a show of hands, which of these two sections would you like to see first?" Mr. Beans asks.

Where will you go?

>Straight to the Chairman's office

>Go to the cafeteria first.

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And with that I'm stopping for tonight, I'm leaving this vote till tomorrow

This is taking much longer than I expected, I know that sounds stupid for me to say, considering I'm the one writing all this, but all of these sections are vital to both gameplay and story and introducing each aspect is taking far more words than I expected.

Either way, we're hitting the truly important stuff tomorrow for sure, I'm happy to say main story stuff is coming soon, so look forward to it!

See you all tomorrow!

>>3809025
>Straight to the Chairman's office

>>3809014
>>Go to the cafeteria first.
Might as well save the chairman for last

>>3809014
>>Straight to the Chairman's office

>>3809036
>>3809159
>>3809234

>Let's go visit the chairman!

>Writing...

Time: 2:02 PM, Afternoon

Location: Yorknew City, Hunter Association, The Chairman's office

After taking a walk from the left wing, you head back towards the lobby and then head up an extremely long flight of stairs, that was absolute hell to climb up.

Not at all owing to the fact that in addition to you having to climb what must have been over a 100 floors worth of stairs, but also the fact that you had to do it with a 50 other people, each more impatient than the other.

As you all reach the top, you sight a single, beautifully carved wooden door with a sign reading Chairman's office, however, you don't go straight in, reason being...

You're all deathly exhausted.

Dillion drops to his knees, sweat dropping off his face, "Pant, pant Oh god...I thought the torturous exercise ended after the Exam..."

Arztz holds his knees while trying to catch his breath, "This much cardio...without proper preparation, is very...very bad for the lungs...very unhealthy..." He warns.

"Curse the devil the devil! Don't you damn city folk usually have elevators for this kinda thang!?" Reynauld questions as he holds himself against a wall to stay standing.

Mr.Beans looks just about ready to topple over himself, wheezing, he speaks, "We...hahdo...but we couldn't, haah fit all 50 inside so...we had to go the...hahhh... the long way." He explains.

"So it's the number of people huh? Just say the word...I can bring it down by at least 40..." Peachnia uses her bat as support as she threatens.

Mr.Beans shakes his hands, "Please no violence! Haaah! we've all spent, haaaahhh enough energy as is...Oh god I think I need my inhaler..."

Bradford, dripping with so much sweat his suit looks like a wet towel, points at Beans angrily, flicking some liquid at him, "You shove your inhaler up your Bean Burrito-flavored poopchute later! Just let us inside already!" He demands.

Mr.Beans obeys as he walks slowly over to the door, "Right...Right...I'll...Oh gosh I'm going faint..." he complains.

"Oh you goddamn lopsided bean-sprout! I swear if you drag this out I'll make veggie meat out of your-!"

"I'm doing it! I...just...need a minute..." He pants.

You wipe off a thick film of sweat off your face, "Does the chairman walk up these stairs everyday? That can't be possible..." you think.

"Maybe he just really likes the exercise..." Etheline suggests.

"That's insane! He'd have a heart attack and drop dead by the 50th floor!" You assert.

"Death...haha...Oh man...that sounds super nice right now..." Etheline , who appears to be going faint from the heat starts talking crazy.

"Hpmh, you all lack training." Noell berates as he stands around, perfectly normal, not a drop of sweat on him or Florette.

"How the fuck are you fine!?" Bradford asks.

"We've marched longer distances in the hot summer sun for practice, this is child's play, you all are simply weaker than children." Noell counters.

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"Oh fuck off! All I know is, seeing that old shitbag again better be worth all this bullshit, I had enough of this during the damn Exam...." He counters.

As Bradford says this, Mr.Beans finally finds the willpower to open the door and let's you all inside.

As you enter the office, the first thing you feel is the blessed winds of an A/C baring down on you, alleviating you of the hellish heat that plagued you.

After that, you notice that you've just entered one of the cushiest offices you've ever seen, cushions and modern couches sit in one corner of the room, on the other, a long window that stretches all the way across the room, allowing one to watch over the entire city with a single glance.

There's a long desk with a leather swivel chair behind it, clearly where the leader of this place is to sit and yet, the only thing you don't see, is the chairman himself.

"Uh...where is he!? Where's the chairman!?"Someone questions.

"Don't tell me climbed that mountain of stairs for fuck all!" another complains complains.

"Oh he damn well better be here, or else I'll roasting Beans over there on spit for dinner!" Bradford threatens, making Mr.Beans flinch.

"Please no threats! I'm sure he's here! I was with him this morning, he must be hiding somewhere-"

"Fret not, young ones, I am here..." Suddenly, the voice of the chairman echoes through the room.

Everyone looks around confused, "What!? Where is he! I can't see him!" The frightened crowd asks.

"If one is lost, they must look first to the heavens to find a way..." Netero recites in a mystic voice.

"What!? What does that mean!? I'm not lost! You are dumbass!" Bradford counters.

"We are all lost, young lamb, we all have yet to find our way in life..." He quotes again.

"The only thing I'm losing is my fucking patience for this crap! Where the fuck are you!?" Peachnia asks.

"Oh for the love of...look up!" Netero demands.

You all do just that, and look up towards the surprisingly tall roof of the room and see Netero there, standing, upside down on the roof, seeminingly defying gravity.

"How is he...doing that...?" The crowd can barely believe their eyes.

"Is he flying or something...? Is that sort of thing even possible?"

Netero laughs, "Say not such things child, one can even defeat the laws of gravity with enough power, you see but a fraction of my ability-"

"HOLY SHIT! THE OLD MAN IS MAGIC! COOL!" Bradford shouts excitedly.

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Netero looks annoyed to be interrupted, "It is not magic per se, it is-"

"How is floating like that! I wanna do that! Come down and teach me you old windbag!" Bradford demands.

Netero frowns, "I am trying to teach you but you keep-"

"Are you using wires or some shit!? This better not be like that other douchebag magic guy who keeps trying to fly! What was his name again? Chris Mingel? He called himself Mindfag or something?"

Netero sighs, "I see you're not intent on stopping..."

Mr.Beans nods, "Trust me, it's been all day with him I swear, just come down, Sir."

"Fine, fine." With that Netero proceeds to drop from the roof, correct himself with a flip in the air before landing on his feet like a cat.

"So this is the chairman huh? He's as amazing as the rumors say..." A man whispers.

Another person nods, "Yeah, that wall trick was amazing, however he pulled it off."

Another gives a scrutinizing look, "Yeah, that was cool and all, but how long was he just standing on that roof waiting for us?" he asks.

"Hey that's a good question! How long were you up there!?" Bradford questions.

Netero returns to his leather chair with a sigh, "I don't know, I was expecting you at least an hour ago, so perhaps 2? I haven't been keeping track."

"You were standing up there, upside down, for 2 hours?" you ask.

He nods, "I read a very interesting book while I was waiting." he answers.

You shake your head, "I can't tell what I'm more impressed by, the fact that you managed to deal with blood rushing to your head for 2 hours, or the fact that you had 2 hours to waste on standing on a roof..." you wonder.

Netero gives you a flaky look as he picks his ear, "It's not like I've got anything better to do! Ever since this new structure got put in place, I don't even get to go out in the field anymore! I've got nothing better to do!" He complains

Mr.Beans gasps, "That is not true! You have numerous reports to be stamping chairman! We have so many recruitment reports to check for these new Hunters, don't tell me you've been slacking again-!"

"Ah shut up! I should be stamping out enemies! Not papers, I hate being stuck in this stuffy office all day, but since you won't let me leave, I'm trapped here! Bored out of my mind!" he explains.

"These reports and papers you're stamping are vital to the Associations continued business, it is your role as chairman to be respectable and prudent in all things-"

Netero plugs his ears, "Ah, nag, nag, nag! I swear that's all I hear from you! When did you become my mother!?" He complains.

"My word, sometimes it is just a chore with you..." Mr.Beans shakes his head.

The crowd seems much less impressed now, "This is our chairman? The legendary warrior? Greatest Hunter who ever lived?" One man questions.

"He talks and acts like a 10-year old..." Someone else notes.

Netero points to the people in the crowd, "Hey I can hear you! Don't you talk down to me! You would be fed up too if you got forced into a gloried office job! Ah! I can't stand to see anymore papers!" He complains.

Mr.Beans sighs as he speaks, "This is Chairman Netero, as you all probably know by now, he's the 12th and current chairman of the association, a three-star Hunter and one of the greatest and most well respected Hunters to ever live." He explains.

"You forgot to put was before all that babble Beans..." Netero puts his head and sighs.

"The only time I ever get deployed for battle is when the threat is so great that all our other Hunters can't handle it and that hasn't happened in years." He explains.

He then looks to you all, "Likewise, all of you new youngsters probably won't see much of me outside speeches and news broadcasts." He starts.

"The heads of the divisions will give you your missions, so the only time you'll be seeing me is before either a very important mission, or when I get bored and decide to mess with you." He explains.

"Well at least he's honest about it..." Someone mentions.

Netero then brings up a stack of paper and speaks, "If you understand, then please continue onwards, as my nag of a secretary has said, I have much paperwork to deal with, no fun for this old man today..."

Mr.Beans turns his nose up, "I'll have you know I take being called a nag as a compliment, it means I'm just doing my job Sir."

"Can you please get out of here!" Netero shoos you all away.

With that, the whole crowd heads out the door and back to the long staircase, "Oh dear lord, not again..." Dillion dreads.

"Don't worry, people often say the trip back is usually shorter, then the trip forward." Arztz assures.

"People also often lie, trust me, I know from experience." Dillion counters.

"Ah wait! Is a Hunter by the name of Derrick among you!?" Just before you all head out the door, Netero calls for you.

"Hm?" you stop and face Netero.

Netero gives you a serious look, "After you're done with your activities for the day, come see me, we have something to discuss."

"Something to discuss...?" you question.

He nods his head, "Indeed."

What will you say?

>"Can't we talk about it now?"

>"Understood, I'll be there."

>>3810113
>"Understood, I'll be there."

>>3810144

>Got it boss.

>Writing...

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You nod, "Sure, I'll come by when I've got time."

"Please do so and let me be very clear about something..." He gives you a piercing stare.

"You must come, alone" He repeats.

"...." you don't know what to say, but nod anyway.

"Okay, you may go." Netero finishes.

As you exit the room, you're left with confusion and slight anxiety, (Something to discuss? What could want to talk to me about? From the way he looked at me, must've been something very important...) you think.

"Ohhhh, you're in troubleeee!" Bradford sings and laughs.

"What are you a grade-schooler? I'm not getting called to the principals office for being naughty alright." you counter.

"Yeah keep telling yourself that buddy, you sure you didn't do something to piss that guy off?" he asks.

"You should be asking yourself that question, not me." you counter.

"The hell have I done? I've been a good boy all tour!" He exclaims.

You give him the stink-eye, "Are- are you being sarcastic right now? I can't tell..."

"Why would you even ask that!? I'm always serious man! Even when I'm not!" He answers.

"...For such a simple idiot, you're real hard to get a read on sometimes, you know that?" you state.

>30 minutes later...

After another impossibly long walk down the stairs and the few minutes you all took to break after them, you're all gathered up in the lobby again.

"Hey, guide! Aren't we supposed to the cafeteria now?" A man asks.

Mr.Beans speaks as he checks a tiny watch under his suit, "We were supposed to, but unfortunately, we've just run out of time."

"Run out of time? Time for what?" Someone asks.

"Time for me to be giving you all a tour is gone. I have a busy schedule you know? I can't spend all day just walking around with you. We'll have to give up on the cafeteria." He answers.

"Oh come the fuck on! That was the one part of the tour I was looking forward to damn it! I'm hungry!" Peachnia complains.

"Nevermind that, what are we supposed to do now?" Whu asks.

"It is now time for you all to begin your daily training session." he answers

"Training session? What kind of training? And From who? you?" you question.

Mr.Beans shakes his head, "No, not from me, you'll be getting taught by-"

"Me."

"Huh?"

Everyone looks over to the front entrance of the building to see a man, walking in, his heavy boots thudding against the ground as he comes closer.

The first thing you note about this man's profile is how intimidating it is, despite being rather short, probably only 5'7", his cold, deathly eyes still give you the chills.

He carries with him a sniper rifle in one hand while his other hand corrects a, long, loose, piece of his hair that keeps flying into his face.

"I'm the one that will be training you...I'm pretty sure." He stops before the crowd and explains.

"You're pretty sure?" Watts questions.

"Well, I'm not exactly clear on the details, but I think I remember I'm supposed to train some recruits today? Right?" he asks.

Mr.Beans nods, "Yes you are Mr.Okabe, and are you just getting here? You were supposed to arrive over 4 hours ago..."

"Sorry, I forgot that I was supposed to be in work today, real sorry, Mr....uh..." He trails off.

"Beans. Mr.Beans, Mr.Okabe." he reminds.

"Yeah! Beans, that was your name! I remember now!" he states.

"This guy is our trainer? I don't mean to be rude, but he seems a little...absentminded." Etheline comments.

"Seems high off his ass is what you mean. This guy looks like he just got off a flight to Mars." Vanilla states.

Reynauld squints at the man, "Wait, that uniform...were you in Bergerosse?"

The man looks confused, "Bergerosse? Where is that again? I forget, it's a place right?" he questions.

Mr.Beans steps in, "You are correct in your guess. This man's name is Shinkai Okabe, a native from Jappon who's been in the service of the Yorbian military since the days of Bergerosse, he's a veteran with a plethora of combat experience and is a one-star War-Hunter." Beans introduces.

Reynauld laughs, "A jap huh? I knew a few fought in the war, but I never met one that survived! How are you doing friend?"

"Huh? A war? Oh yeah, there was a war wasn't there. I forgot I fought in that, slipped my mind." He remembers.

Reynauld looks baffled, "Fighting in the war...Slipped yer mind...?"

"Yeah, that happens a lot with me. But I remember it clearly now, really sucked." He agrees.

Reynauld gives a wry laugh, "Being able to just forget the war...ah man, I envy you..."

Mr.Beans chimes in, "I should mention, Mr.Okabe happens to suffer from memory problems. He often forgets things like dates, names, faces and appointments."

"Is he suffering from Alzheimers?" Arztz questions.

"A minor case yes, nothing that affects his work performance too much-"

"My main problem is just that I can't remember the faces or names of most people I meet. I don't believe that's my memory failing me though, I just think most people are too boring to remember." he explains.

"Well isn't that a little rude." Dillion comments.

"I only say that cause I remember the people that stand out to me. Leave a big enough impression and I'll remember your name and face...50% of the time anyway." he explains.

Dillion laughs, "I'll try my best to be interesting then, you can count on that."

"Yeah...but that's enough chit-chat..." Okabe's tone clearly changes as he says that, a certain, dark tenseness takes his voice.

"We've got work to do today, all of you, follow me, I'll take you to our training grounds..." He says as he walks and leads the way.

"I guess that means I can take my leave..." beans begins to head off, but turns back to address Okabe.

"I trust that you remember which way you're leading the recruits? Correct Mr.Okabe?"

"Oh shut up...uh...whatever your name is again, I may forget the faces of the people I meet, but I never forget the paths I've walked." He declares.

>30 minutes later...

Time: 3:00PM, Afternoon

Location: Yorknew, Hunter Association, Training field

Half an hour after all that, you and everyone in your tour group is lined up in a thick grassy area with many different training implements, tires to jump, through, mud with barded wire over it to crawl through, what looks to be a huge wall to climb over.

You've all been lined up by, rank and file and told to hold your arms behind your backs as Shinkai paces back and forth in-front of you all.

He gives each and other one of you a soul-crushing glare as he speaks, "Welcome! All of you! To your very first training session!" He starts.

"You see, one of the few rules we have here at the Association, is that Hunters must be strong and must always strive to be stronger! So it for that reason, that for the next 8 hours, you all will be going through intensive training with me!" He shouts.

"8 hours!? Oh Jesus Chirst..." Someone from the crowd groans.

Okabe laughs, "Does that number scare you? It shouldn't. This is basic training, Hunters with harder regiments spend up to several days, doing nothing but training, without getting even a wink of sleep."

"Though allow me to say, don't think that just because this is basic training, that means this is easy training." He explains.

"Far from it, the first few days are always the worst for new recruits, or as the people who lived through it call it, the first week of hell" He explains.

The crowd begins to sweat and worry as the explanation continues.

You on the other-hand are filled with a sense of deja-vu, (Oh man, Rickard used to do this bootcamp act with me a bunch too...this is kinda nostalgic...) you think.

As you think that, you feel something nudge your shoulder, you look over to see Bradford pulling back his elbow, "Hey...Hey man!" he says in his best whisper.

"Shut it man, we're in training, you know the trainer will give us shit if he catches us talking." you state.

"Yeah, I know alright. But I just remember something okay! Remember the party?" He asks.

"Yeah, despite all I had to drink, I do." you answer.

"Okay, so i was just thinking how bullshit this all is and there's a thousand things I'd rather be doing and then it popped into my mind!" He mentions.

"What did?" you ask.

"Your friend Janet's Tits! That's what!" He answers.

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You cringe, "Goddamn it man, is now really the time for this-"

"No, no hear me out man! This isn't what you think! So I was remember your friend's massive tits and then it hit me! I'd seen them somewhere before!" He states.

You give a confused look, "You did? Well that's probably because you've seen her perform elsewhere." you suggest.

"She goes out and performs?" Bradford questions.

"Yeah, Janet doesn't just sing at our bar, she's a pretty big time singer on her own, she sometimes goes on tour for weeks, even months at a time before coming back. Hell, I think she went on one just a few days ago, haven't seen her since." You explain.

Bradford doesn't look convinced, "You sure man? I don't think that's where I saw them." he states.

"Where do think you saw them then?" you ask.

"Well, back during the Hunter Exam actually." He answers.

"What? During the Exam? How?" you ask.

"I don't know if it was all the alcohol or how dark it was in that bar, but I'm pretty sure of it now that I remember her face- or- now that I remember her huge bust." He explains.

"But that makes no sense, she didn't apply to the Hunter Exam and I never saw her, what are you talking about?" you ask.

"No man, not as an applicant, I remember, she was the chick who-"

"Now! Before we get into the main training, I have to introduce my assistant!" Shinkai interrupts your talk and catches your attention.

And when you look over, your attention is caught, that it is.

Shinkai gestures to a woman next to him, "This woman is a fellow Hunter and an Expert in Nen, she will helping me instruct you over the course of your training-"

"No way...." The woman you've met before, though her hairstyle and clothes are different, you would never forget the size of her, two, giant-

"Her name is Alice Young and I ask that you give her a warm welcome." Shinkai finishes as the woman you thought you knew as Janet Ringer gives the crowd a stern look and speaks.

"I will be teacher for the next few months, I hope that just because I treat you strictly, doesn't mean you will come to look at me coldly." She states.

"I'm quite nice, once you get to know-" As she speaks those words, her eyes scan over to you, stop for a moment, surprised, before recovering and bringing back her cool gaze.

"-The real me"

While you're left starstruck, Bradford remembers, "Yeah, her! Alice from the 2nd test! The one with the enormous tits and even bigger-"

"Mr.Bradford!" Janet, or Alice, you don't know anymore gives Bradford a piercing stare.

"I believe it's quite rude to gossip about someone while you're still in their presence. Perhaps you would like me to join the conversation?" She asks in a tone that rings of death and fury.

"Eeep! N-No, I never said a t-thing Madam!" Bradford whimpers.

"That's what I thought. As for you, Mr.Holums." She looks your way.

"I suppose you and me will have to talk, once we find a moment to ourselves." She declares.

"....." you can't find words respond.

Okabe looks on a little confused, "You have history with some of the recruits?" he asks.

"Something like that, you needn't worry about it for now. Continue." She states.

"Alright then..." He turns away from her and raises a finger as he speaks.

"Now! Before we begin, I have one question! How many of you here can see what's above my finger!?" He questions.

The crowd murmurs in confusion, "Above his finger?" you wonder as you stare there.

That's when you see something strange, a glow of energy is flowing around him, culminating towards and up to his finger, which then comes together to form a skull.

(Is this...Nen?) you realize.

"Huh? The fuck am I supposed to be seeing? The trees? The fucking sky!?" Bradford rages in confusion, unable to see as you do.

"By a show of hands! How many of you can see what's above my finger!?" He asks.

You and a few other people, including Landon, Literalli Whu and Watts raise their hands.

"Huh!? You can see something!? What is it! Tell me man!" Bradford demands.

"It'd be super hard for me to explain alright, you're better off not asking..." you trail off as you notice the others who raised their hands.

(I already knew Landon had Nen, but Whu and Watts as well Huh? They're really full of surprises huh.) You're a little surprised.

"Only about 25 huh? Okay, all of you that raised your hands, follow me! The rest of you are going to watch!" Okabe demands as he leads you deeper into the training zone.

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"Oh noooo, I have no idea what the fuck you guys saw, but I'm glad I didn't see it, looks like you're first on the chopping block man!" Bradford states.

"Oh don't make it sound so bleak, It can't be that bad, can it?" you question.

>A few moments later...

What you're led over to is far from a pleasant sight, before you lays a path pulled from Hell itself, searing red and scalding with anger, a path of coals, super-heated and laid on the ground spans at least 8 meters in-front of you.

"Alright! This is your first test recruits! Cross this path, suffering no burns and you'll have cleared the first exercise!" He orders.

"Excuse me? You want us to cross a path of burning coal...unburnt?" Landon questions.

"Yeah. Oh also, you have to do it while handstanding." He orders.

"Is that a part of the exercise?" someone asks.

"Nah, I just think it would be fun." He answers.

"....", You, along with the 20 other people he pulled, are left regretting raising your hand.

(This is far worse than anything I could've imagined.)

"Line up in order and go ahead and start walking! We don't have all-day!" Okabe orders as you file yourselves into a line.

"Alright good! Who's going first!?" He asks.

Landon, at the front of the line, looks bewildered, "Oh my, this is quite a first time we're having here, usually you're to treat virgins in exercise gently, but I see you like it rough." he jokes.

"Rough and hard, just like life friend. Now get walking." Okabe brushes off his joke and orders.

"Fine, fine, I best do this quickly..." With that Landon steps up and takes off his gloves.

Getting down, he puts his hands to the floor and lifts himself into the air and faces the burning coal path.

"...." A few moments before he begins moving though, he concentrates and you notice energy flowing around him, surging towards his hands.

Once the energy has settled there, Landon lays his hand on the first coal.

FIZZZZZZ You hear a searing sound, like something being cooked on a grill.

"Oh dear god! That's terrible!" You hear someone from the crowd shout as they all pull back in 2nd-hand pain.

"This training course is no joke huh..." Everyone looks terrified as Landon presses on, one hand after the other on the coal path.

Which makes sense, from their perspective, it just looks like he's getting terribly burnt, but from yours, you can see no real damage is being done.

"Gah...!" While smoke rises off Landon's hands, as he pulls them up, you see there's barely a burn on them, while a little damage is still being done, it's being significantly mitigated.

Eventually, Landon crosses all 8 Meters, pulling back his energy as he returns to his feet, he stretches as he speaks, "Is that good Okabe?" he asks.

"Excellent, you've passed. You can join the crowd and watch." He congratulates

"Thank you!" He says as he prances over and joins the crowd.

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The crowd is curious and disturbed by the lack of pain being shown on Landon's face, "Hey man, how are your hands, shouldn't you be rushing to the medical division or something?" A man asks him.

Landon cranes his head at him, "No, I'm fine!" He shows them his hands, which are more red from the heat than burnt.

"The hardest part was honestly just keeping my balance, I'm not very good at handstanding..." He explains.

"O-Oh, okay then..." The people don't understand, but seem to have lost interest in questioning.

Instead they just watch as one after another, other Hunters complete the same feat, others receiving worse burns than others, but so far, none getting them so bad that they need medical attention.

Before you realize it, it's your turn, you stand before the path of burning coals and find yourself having wonder what brought you to this place.

(What bad decision in life did I make to end up having to handstand over burning coals? Was it being born, it was probably being born.) you realize.

"What's wrong recruit? Aren't you going to do it?" Shinkai asks.

"Yeah, I'm going..." You answer as you formulate a strategy.

(Well no point in fretting over it now...Clearly I need to use Nen to get past this, but I'm not very experienced in even dealing with this mystic bullshit...) you realize.

(let's see, how can I do this...?)

What will you do?

>Pump the engine full, focus as much Aura around your body as possible and move.

>Focus the flow, try and put energy mainly into your hands and cross.

>Reverse the flow, the moment your hands hit the coals, place your aura over them like a mat and move across it.

>Focus the flow, try and put energy mainly into your hands and cross.

>>3810493
>Reverse the flow, the moment your hands hit the coals, place your aura over them like a mat and move across it.

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>>3810498

I would usually just take this vote and move on, but unfortunately I need at least 2 other people before I continue, so I shall keep this vote going till two more people roll in.

Hopefully I haven't scared them all off with walls of text, I do apologize for that by the way, I'm trying my best to minimize the verbosity here, but clearly I am failing.

Anyway,

>waiting...

>>3810493
>>Reverse the flow, the moment your hands hit the coals, place your aura over them like a mat and move across it.
We're an Emitter, this is what we specialize in. If I had to guess the first one would be Enhancement and the second would be Transmutation

>>3810498
>>3810535
>>3810600

Sorry for the wait, and good choice anons.

>Reverse the flow

>Roll 1d100 (no bonus)

>DC: 60

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>3810645

Rolled 71 (1d100)

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3810645

>>3810650
>>3810678
>>3810688

>Rolled 71

>Over a burning sea...

>Writing...

At first, you try and flow the energy much the same way Landon did, pushing it up your arms and keeping it around your hands.

You quickly realize this is impossible for you, as the energy you pump goes all over the place, popping up and depressing, opposite to your commands.

(Shit! I can't control the flow, I just don't got the experience in this stuff...) you realize.

(Moving it around is hard...And if I just try and pump tons of power into it to compensate, I feel like I might just end up exploding, this stuff is volatile.) you notice.

(How I am supposed to get across this thing when I can't control the flow around my body...wait, around my body?) That's when an idea strikes you.

(Maybe I'm thinking about it wrong...Maybe I don't need to flow my energy around my body, maybe I can-)

"Are you going to have us wait all day recruit?" Okabe hurries, growing impatient.

"Sorry, I'm going now..." Realizing you have no more time to think, you get on your hands and begin to put your idea to the test.

Once you get your balance, you steady your heart as you ready yourself, (Okay, this might be super stupid, but if this works...)

Instead of trying to control the flow around your body, you just push energy into the palms of your hands, it doesn't matter how much, just that it's there.

(Okay! Okay! Here we go-!) You then work up the courage to place your hand atop the coals.

FIZZZZZZZZZZ! The burning begins right away, a sizzling sound rings close to your ears as you make contact with the coals.

The crowd cringes in unison, "Oh no...I just can't get used to this...It's giving me flashbacks of home..." Arztz says in a pained voice.

"I can't stand that prick, but even I have to say this is a bit much." Vanilla states.

"Oh no...Derrick..." Etheline looks on with worry.

However, strangely enough, everyone else is more worried for your safety than you are.

"Oh...whoa..." You simply feel amazed as you see your plan work.

The moment your hands made contact with the coals, the film of Aura you placed on your palms spread out, creating small platforms on the coals for you keep your hands hovering just above the heat.

(This is incredible! I can't believe that worked!) You burst with excitement inside.

"Hmmm...Interesting..." Okabe looks down at you with a renewed interest.

"I...I'm..." you don't know what to say.

"Well don't stop on my account. keep going." he orders.

"...Right!" You comply as you trace your way across the coals.

The walk is slow and the heat is intense, hanging your face just above what might be either a grizzly death or a very bad face scar is an experience to say the least.

But at the same time, you feel calm, you feel in control, with each step you take, the platforms protect you from any real danger, the most you feel on your palms is a little heat that gets through the sheet of Aura.

All along the way, Okabe follows you, watching your technique closely, unlike the others who attempted this.

Before you know it, you've reached the end and you're touching soft, warm grass.

"...."You make it back to your feet, barely a burn on you and you don't even know how to feel.

"Recruit. Look at me." Okabe catches your attention.

"Y-Yes?" you respond.

"Tell me. Where'd you learn Nen?" He asks.

"Uh...That's..." You're not sure you should answer.

"You'd rather keep that private? Understandable, answer this instead. How long have you been a Nen user?" He asks.

"Oh, uh, at least a month now." You're rolling a little high, but in give or take a week, it'll have been a month.

"Just a month..." Okabe looks taken aback by this.

"Is something the matter?" you question.

He turns away from you, "Alice, what do you make of this?" He asks.

She gives you an analytic look, "I find the claim hard to believe, but from the sloppy way he was distributing his aura, he's probably telling the truth. The kid's a newbie." She states.

She then smiles, "That being said, he shows great promise, not only thinking up that technique but being able to pull it off what I can only presume is his first try..."

"If I had to pin him in one word...Amazing is all I can say. He must be a born Emitter." She answers.

"Ah, an Emitter, now it makes sense." Okabe now understands.

You completely do not though, "Uh, Emitter, what's that mean? And how am I one? Did I do something crazy or something?" you ask.

Okabe smiles, "You can say something like that, let's just say I'm very impressed by you, uh...What's your name?" He asks.

"Derrick Holums." You answer.

"Derrick...Derrick...I'll remember that name, you've caught my interest." He says with a happy grin.

"Ah...Thanks." You say, not quite knowing if that's a good thing or not.

>Your employing of Aura outside your body has given you insight into new means of manipulating your aura.

>20% progress made on Hatsu training!

>10% progress made on emission mastery training!

Alice smiles as well, "Let it be known I've been interested from long before this, but I believe I've fallen for you a little more because of this." she says.

"Uh, Janet, you-"

"Shhhh." she puts her finger up to quiet you.

"Leave it for later, you must have many questions, but don't worry, due time. For now, your next lesson will be with me, so just get ready." She gives you a playful wink as she walks away.

"...." Things have been very confusing all day and you feel it's only gonna get worse from here on out.

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>2 hours later

After you, a bunch of other people went, most of which got through fine, expect one guy who panicked mid-way through the walk and screwed up his Aura flow.

Fortunately they said the burns on his face and body were light and would fade in time, leaving only minor physical scarring, making most the damage mental.

People tried their best to ignore the scent of burnt human flesh (Which smells weirdly like bacon...), As Alice gathers everyone around a pulled up board she has in the middle of the field.

On this board, a drawing of a hexagon with the words: Enhancer, Emitter, Transmuter, Conjurer, Manipulator and specialist.

Walking up to this board and facing the crowd, Alice speaks, "Now, many of you who watched the previous spectacle are probably very confused as to what you just saw."

"You're telling me!" A multitude of people shout.

Alice calms them down, "Yes, yes, but don't fret, what you just saw is another vital part of being a Hunter. In-fact, it is written right in the Hunter ten commandments, that you must know what this is mysterious power is." She explains.

"We have ten commandants specifically for Hunters?" Literalli Whu questions.

"They're also called the 10 hunter bylaws, you'd all do well to learn them, as if you break any of them, you will be branded a traitor to the Organization and either removed or hunted yourself." She explains.

Bradford looks annoyed, "Wait, so I get his license that lets me break most normal laws...But then I get 10 more laws that I can't break? What the fuck was the point then!?" He complains.

"If you think Hunters are above the Law, you'd be sorely mistaken, we, more than any other citizen are the ones that must most closely follow the law."

Alice gives the crowd a soul-piercing gaze, "As we are the ones with the greatest potential to break it and with it, the very fabric of society. Those with power are obligated to use it, not abuse it, is that understood?" She asks.

The crowd nods to her orders, you do as well, but you can't help but think this feels nothing like the woman you know.

The Janet you knew was playful, cheery, talked like a complete dumbass one second, a very horny one the next.

This one is stern, hard, strong-willed and has this powerful, commanding aura of respect about her, it's uncanny, the switch of face almost gives you whiplash.

(Which face is her real one...?) you wonder.

"Anyway, back to the lesson!" She points back at the board.

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"Now for those of you that don't know, that power you just bore witness to, we call that mysterious power Nen." She begins.

"Nen? What?" Someone from the crowd goes.

"Nen is a little hard to define, but basically, you can think of it as a force made from the life energy of living beings." She starts.

"It resides in anything that draws breath, a power that, as far we know, seems to be capable of doing anything, within certain restraints and limitations of course." She explains.

"We call this energy Aura and those who can utilize this energy, Nen users." She explains.

She then points at her chart, "There 6 categories a Nen user falls in, differentiated by the style and way they use their power."

"Enhancers, as their name states, enhance or empower their bodies, their senses, objects they hold...Strengthening them, giving themselves superhuman strength, speed, sight or otherwise."

"Likewise, Transmuters, covert their auras, Manipulators control their aura, Emitters separate their auras from their bodies and maintain it over long distances, and so and so forth."

"I would go into detail, but before you can be taught all of this, those of you who have yet to awaken their aura, must be made to train in that regard and those who are only starting, must train to master the 4 basic principals." she explains.

She then draws on the board with a nearby marker, "According to the Shingen-Ryu school, those are: Ten, Zetsu, Ren and Hatsu. These 4 basic skills are the fundamentals by which all other Nen abilities stem and will be the training we focus on today, along with awakening training for those that have not unlocked yet."

She then looks back to you all, "Now with all that out of the way, any questions before we begin?"

People look at each other with a mix of confusion and disbelief, "Life energy? Power within? Ten, Ren, Men, Ben!? What the fuck are you even saying!? What is this mystic guru sounding bullshit?" Bradford questions.

Dillion nods, "While I wouldn't put it so crassly, I must agree, this sounds completely nonsensical, there isn't hint of science behind anything you are say." He counters.

"That is where you are wrong. Nen may seem like magic, but it is, in-fact a science and we Hunters, are the scientists." She counters.

"Besides, you all saw the display earlier did you not? You saw something with your own eyes yet you deny it? That doesn't sound very scientific." She counters.

Dillion shakes his head, "I don't know what I saw, any number of things could be a play that I simply haven't seen-"

"-And that's what I'm going to show you, now all of you who have no idea about Nen, follow me, I'm we begin training now." She orders.

After that order, the 30+ people that cannot use Nen begin awakening training, which basically means, mediation practice.

Apparently, unlike the way you were awakened, the natural way of doing it, is finding your most comfortable position and mediate and focus on opening up the various pores that restrict the flow of Nen.

So they all sit down, close their eyes and attempt to focus, "I cannot believe this is happening...I go through such suffering just to sit in the dirt and meditate..." Dillion complains.

"I must say, this does seem a little ridiculous..." Arztz agrees.

"Beats having to cross a path o burning coals if you ask me, I'll mediate all day as long I don't have to deal with that!" Reynauld counters.

"Hey...hey girl..." Peachnia beckons to the Vanilla next to her who is trying to focus.

"What?" She answers.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks.

"Nothing, I think the point is to clear your mind of worldly desires, or whatever mystic shit they say in the movies." She answers.

"That's a lie! You're thinking about how hot that Okabe guys is aren't you?" She asks.

"Stop projecting Peach. Also, you have the weirdest taste in men, didn't try and mac on Derrick's stepdad and get burned just the other day?" She questions.

"What can I say, I'm a girl who can't resist a strong man! especially the commanding types..." She says in a dreamy tone.

"Even a guy shorter than you are?" She questions.

"What do they say about short men again? Half their height goes into their pants-"

"No worldly desires...No worldly desires..." Vanilla begins to chant like a monk.

Those of you with Nen, look upon the group as they try and kinda fail at focusing, Meanwhile, Alice speaks to you all, "Now, while they're off doing that, the rest of you, will practice the 4 principals." She states.

"Which one shall we focus on?" Landon questions.

"We'll try and do all of them, but for now I want to work on what each of you feel you are weakest in, so I will go to you one by one and tutor, starting with..." She looks over to you.

"You, Mr.Holums." She says with a smile.

"Which would you like first? Ten? Ren? which do you feel you need the most practice in?" she asks.

"Uh...what about that 4th one, Hat-su or maybe Zetsu?" you ask.

"Ha-tsu and no, that one is a bit special that you have to learn it on your own in your own time, you'll probably learn most about it during Nen combat and as you refine you're own style." She explains.

"Also, while Zetsu is a very useful technique, it doesn't take much practice to master, concealing one's aura is a natural-born ability, as you learn to control your ten, Zetsu will naturally follow." She explains.

"Ah...." you barely get any of that.

"But aside from that one? Which one?" She asks.

What do you want to do?

>Ren Training (Increase Ren Mastery)

>Ten Training (Increase DP & AP threshold)

>Try to do a little of both

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And with that, I stop for the day, I hope you all are enjoying me finally deep diving into Nen! I've been wanting to do this since Chapter 1, but too few enemies in the previous chapter would've used Nen for me to really need it.

This 2nd Chapter though, oh man, You will need to master Nen fast if you don't want to crash and burn!

Goodnight and see you tomorrow at the same times anons!

>>3810886
>Ten Training (Increase DP & AP threshold)

>>3810881
>>Ten Training (Increase DP & AP threshold)

>>3810881
>>Ten Training (Increase DP & AP threshold)
No better way than to start with the basics

Wait, I'm confused. Wasn't Vanilla all but confirmed to be a Nen user during the train show?

>>3810886
>Ten Training (Increase DP & AP threshold)

>>3811767

There is a reason why she didn't step up which I will address, but not this episode, though if you really want to know right now, I shall put a spoiler below as it's not a very crazy reason.

Yes she does posses Nen as she learned it in her days working with the Bergosse Union military, They worked with certain people (Who shall not be named for story reasons) were teaching people how to awaken their Nen.

She thought it was a bunch of bullshit and skipped most lessons with them, but the few she did attend unlocked her potential and taught her basic Ten use and not much else, the reason she didn't step up is simply she didn't want the attention.

>>3810903
>>3810987
>>3811133

It's pretty clear Ten training has won and I'll be writing the next post up, but unfortunately I have some work to do, so I might be an hour late or so.

Just come back when I post next alright?

"Let's start with Ten." you decide.

Alice smiles, "Good choice, why'd you pick it?"

"Gonna be honest, I barely understood most of that technique and fundamentals talk, but I did get that this Ten stuff is important right?" you question.

"That it very much is..." She circles around behind you and grabs your shoulders.

"Uhhhh, I need an adult?" You say, a bit confused.

"I am an adult. Now relax, don't be so tense, you need to get comfortable." She answers.

You look over to the crowd who're giving you all kinds of eyes, ones jealous and amazed, "Is now really time to be macing on me?" you ask.

"For once, I'm not, this is a part of the training, so I ask again, please, relax." She explains.

"Alright then..." Hoping she's telling the truth you relax your shoulders and let all the tension in your body fall away.

"Now close your eyes and focus on your aura." She orders.

"Right..." you take a deep breath and focus on the energy around you.

"Try controlling it as precisely as you can, move it around, constrict and contract it, harden and soften it." She asks.

"That sounds a little weird coming from you, but alright..." You comply.

>Roll1d100 (No bonus)

>DC: 50

I am truly sorry for the wait anons, that little bit of work took me a lot more time than I expected, I hope I have your forgiveness.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>3812827

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3812827

>>3812844
>>3812902
>>3812929

>Control your power.

>Writing...

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"....." you go quiet in contemplation and meditation, focusing purely on the energy in around body.

You pull and push, strengthen and weaken, move it to every corner of your body, you try constricting it closer to your body and pushing it further away.

You feel much like an infant learning how to walk or that their arms are part of their bodies for the first time. It's a strange but exciting feeling.

"It feels like you've grown an extra limb that expands all over your body, yes?" Alice inquires.

"Yeah...It feels kinda like I've grown a whole new set of arms and legs..." you agree.

She then circles around you as she speaks, "Of the 4 principals, Ten is probably the most basic of the basics, it is the first thing any Nen user learns how to utilize and by far the most simple thing to learn to control."

"But easy to learn does not mean easy to master. While it is the most simple technique it also one you will have to refine the most for the longest time." She explains.

"In-fact, a good way of telling how experienced a Nen user is by seeing their Ten. The most experienced masters have auras that flow around them like gentle waves splashing against the shore." She explains.

"Oh? How does mine look?" you ask.

"Like an idiot splashing around in the water." She answers.

"Oh...." you feel a little discouraged.

"Worry not, that's what most Nen users energy looks like when they first start out, besides-"

PLAP! You feel something bash against your stomach.

"Gah...!" you grunt as a small shock of pain goes through your body.

You open your eyes to see Alice's high-heel boot pressed into your stomach, "-Even with shoddy flow, just having Aura around your body makes most serious blows minor." She explains.

She grinds her foot into you, but you feel no pain, no damage being done, just the feel of something pressing into your stomach.

"That kick I just gave you was meant to knock you off your feet, but instead it felt like I just kicked a hard wall." She explains.

"I see...Are you going to stop grinding your heel into me?" you ask.

She smiles, "Do you really want me to stop? Most men would be dying to be under my heel."

"I'm not most men." you answer.

"But they are." She points to the crowd, where you see various men glaring at you with jealously and hate in their eyes.

"Fucking lucky bastard...I'll kill his ass when I get the chance..." One of them whispers.

"God I wish that was me..."

"Haha, imagine getting stomped on by Alice guys, how embarrassing! I'm totally not thinking about that at all!"

"You think maybe she'd do that to me too guys? There's no way right...Unless..."

You look over to the crowd with a hint of disgust, "What is wrong with them...?" you ask.

"They're just honest with their desires, unlike you." She states, still grinding her heel.

"Can you just stop?" You beg.

"Fine, if you really want me to." She finally takes her leg off you.

>>3813040
>"God I wish that was me..."
That made me chuckle

"Anyway, just now that by practicing and strengthening your Ten, most normal attacks will barely be able to faze you as you improve with your Nen." She explains.

"Damn...Really? That sounds amazing..." You say, feeling a little invincible.

"Can I block stuff like Bullets and explosions and stuff?" you question.

She shakes her head, "Don't get ahead of yourself. Nen is powerful, but not all-powerful. While most normal people won't be able to hurt you, things like gunshots and explosives can still be fatal to you." She counters.

"Oh...Well that sucks..." You feel a lot less invincible now.

"As you grow in strength, you will gain physical prowess greater than that of a normal human, that will give you speed that may allow to dodge bullets if you wish. But deflecting them? That's something only a master Enhancer who specializes in defense can pull off." She explains.

"And I'm an Emitter or something right? So I can't pull that off?" you question.

"That's right, though a master emitter wouldn't even need be in range of a gun to attack. A master in emission could attack someone from miles away without ever so much as being seen, so you have that....If you specialize in that kind of style anyway." She explains.

"That's something to think about..." You realize this Nen stuff is probably way more complex than you realize.

As you think on the various ways you can employ your style, Alice flicks you in the head, "Yes, but all of it begins with you, mastering the basics, get back to practice, we're going to be doing this for the next 2 hours." She explains.

"Fine, fine..." you retake your stance and begin to mediate again as Alice walks over and lectures the rest of the crowd.

>You spend quite a bit of time practicing control over your Aura.

>This pushes the threshold of your AP And DP from 200 to 220!

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>2 hours later.

After refining and honing your Ten for a while, you and the rest of the Nen users of the group get pulled away by Okabe while Alice focuses on teaching the Non-Nen users.

You're group is pulled over to a clearing in the grass, a flat level area, drawn in a circle with sand covering the ground over the dirt, reminding you a little of a battle training ground from the classical Era.

Okabe steps into the center of this ring, laying down his rifle and taking off his shawl as he speaks, "The next training exercise is simple, I want you all to spar with me."

The crowd is a little underwhelemed, "That's it? You just want to spar with us?" someone questions.

"Do you want to be made to crawl through a bunch of hot coals again? Because we can go back to doing that you know." He asks.

"We aren't complaining, we're just surprised we're going to do something so mundane after everything else..." Someone else explains.

"If this seems so Mundane to you..." Okabe lowers his body, spreading his legs to shoulder length and assumes a precise, masterful Judo stance.

"Please, one of you, step into this ring and test me." He requests.

"...." Suddenly the crowd goes quiet, a certain tenseness in the air makes them feel as if his words have a hint of danger behind them.

He smiles, "No one feeling brave today? But I need someone to face me if I'm going to teach this next lesson, so I guess I have to force one of you..."

He looks around the worried crowd before his eyes fall on you, "Derrick! Since you're the only person I remember here, you're going first." He states.

You sigh as you step up, "Why do I feel like there's some kind of bias against me here?" You ask as you step into the ring, keeping a good distance from Okabe.

"So, what are the rules? Perform a certain technique? practice defense and offense?" you ask as you take your combat stance.

"You'll see, for now, strike me." He orders.

"What? You just want to hit you?" he asks.

"I want you to try." He answers.

That snide comeback gets you riled up, "Fine then, don't get mad if I knock something important out though." you counter.

"Just hit me." He hurries.

>Roll1d100+5 (From the Overcome Trait)

>DC: 150

Rolled 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 4, 4, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 3, 4, 5, 3, 4, 2, 2, 4, 5 = 82 (25d5)

Rolled 36 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

Rolled 73 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3813127