[center][color=Moccasin][b][h2]Reese Kestrel[/h2][/b][/color]
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[color=Moccasin][sub]Outside of the Forest of Giant Trees[/sub][/color]

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[indent][color=Gray]Through the efforts of the medical troop, Reese had been on a stellar pace of recovery despite the gravity of his injuries; though, the window to a full vitality was still a ways off. At the very least, the boy could withstand the remainder of the pain from his left leg through splints and sheer willpower. The several bandages along his body had come off long ago, and in the place of those cuts and bruises, a handful of scars would serve as a reminder for what he had done that day.

Except, it was still a mystery to Reese as to [i]what[/i] he had actually done, that day. Falling in and out of consciousness throughout the first week had not served to return those memories, but from the words of the ones who had tended to his wounds, the boy had been a savior to some cadets. Whether he had rescued those from his own company or those from the other squadrons, Reese had been elated to learn that his friends were still alive and in a [i]far[/i] better condition than himself.

When it was announced that the 104th Training Corps would commence training with the Maneuver Gear, Reese had argued with his caretakers about his state, and that he remained unfit to participate due to his injury. [b]"You still need at least another week for it to heal up,"[/b] one of the soldiers had told him. [b]"God forbid you re-injure yourself, or even worse; run out of gas."[/b]

After countless moments of feuding, it was inevitable to discover that they were unable to suppress the staunch behavior from the boy, and Reese Kestrel was cleared for the training session, albeit under several conditions. Even though there was not a single murmur of pain from his left leg on its own, he would need to refrain from putting any sort of pressure on the limb, which had been the only time where the boy showed any signs of discomfort. He was required to wear a plaster cast around his left knee., and he would need to take the entire session at a slower pace.[/color]

[color=Moccasin][b]"No problem,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Reese had told them, an uneasiness flooring through his stomach. It was the trainees' first training session with the Maneuver Gear, and while it was not to be their last, the boy was going into the program under several handicaps. While he had been certain that his knowledge of the gear and the proper technique would be more than enough to carry him through the training, it was obvious that the actual performance and execution would be far different. It was mandatory for him to travel slower, but at the same time, he was given the same half-capacity canisters that the others were issued. [i]Well, I'll figure it out.[/i]

At the very least, Reese was able to move without an entirely noticeable limp, and the cast meshed well underneath of his uniform pants and boots. After spending a week of dependency on crutches, it was slightly awkward to be on his own feet without support, but he would have to make do with the eventual adjustment. By the time that the boy stumbled out of the infirmary, some of the trainees had already left for the Forest of Giant Trees sprawling beside their camp. The warmer sun was a more-than-pleasant change from the sheer cold that had been the northern lands, and as his stomach grumbled violently with hunger, spotting Lauren at the cafeteria made him wonder if some of the others had not left yet.[/color]

[color=Moccasin][b]"Hi, Lauren,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Reese gave a casual approach as he always had with others, remaining careful with each step he placed before the other.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"I'm alive, sort of."[/b][/color][/indent]