[h3][color=red][center][u]~Reika Kuroke~[/u][/center][/color][/h3]
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It wasn’t long before the rest of the seats began to fill up with numerous other children, most of them girls, Reika observed. Which was interesting seeing as if they were to become super soldiers she would expect these effects to take hold of males more so than females. At least, that was what the Director was implying they would become; super soldiers for the government.

So that was what a Limiter was? Reika tilted her head as the sound of the crowd began to overflow, many of the children wanting to either protest this course of action or have their voice be known. Reika had to refrain from rolling her eyes at the sheer childish display before her. But then again, the majority of these kids still had a family to go back to.

That’s when the lights dimmed down and a green-haired girl named Nozomi stepped up to the command of the Director. Funny. The vibrant shade of her hair reminded Reika of broccoli for some strange reason. But whatever amusement could be found from that thought was pushed back as the guards enclosed Nozomi on the stage, trapping her with a creature of nightmares.

Reika did not shriek, cry, or yelp but she did instinctively back up further into her seat as they were all shown a real Moonmen up close. That’s when Nozomi revealed her fighting prowess, leaping about with those coins of hers and battling with the creature. Reika couldn’t help but feel small twinges of admiration for this girl, though her expression would not reveal that fact.

After a long and bloody struggle, Broccoli Head eventually came out on top, though worst for wear if her injuries were to be taken in account. Reika’s frown deepened as the Director explained the point of this show and tell, her eyes flicking over to her left arm. She had no doubt in her mind that, with a power like hers, she could have easily destroyed that type of Moonmen…but the cost was perhaps too great on her to consider it…

Soon enough she was snapped back to reality, torn out of her thoughts by the sound of boots marching. Blinking, Reika turned to see a child, one by one, get up to leave the auditorium. They were denying the offer for power, to lay their lives down on the line for their country and for the world. And honestly, who could blame them?

They still had family, friends who still loved them. Why risk dying in what was perhaps a losing, senseless war just some super soldier mock-off said you could? But Reika didn’t have that option. In fact, given her power, it was perhaps in her best interests to stay among these people under constant watch. 

Perhaps that was why she remained seated in her seat, staring at the stage blankly.