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[color=ed145b]"Miss Bunga. Wake up Miss Bunga."[/color]

The sleeping girl from Palembang slowly woke up as her BPN handler rouses her into consciousness once more. It was only a couple of years after her discovery of animalistic Egoism, and the government has taken a keen interest in her studies. Bunga's house, once felt very secluded and homely, were suddenly swamped with visitors from Trowulan, important people with important badges wearing expensive clothing, talking in a language Bunga's familiar with, but not so much so that she felt comfortable talking with them. The formality of it all is... jarring for Bunga in hindsight.

[color=a36209]"Hmmm. Anggini, are we approaching this 'training facility' anytime now?"[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Actually, we've reached this training facility Bunga. You might wanna look out the window to your left."[/color]

Bunga peered out, and saw... veritably nothing. Just an endless sea of greenery, jungles for all the eye to see.

Is this what this long journey all leading up to? Taking a boat from Palembang to Jayakarta, and then a very, very long trip on a horse driven cart to the depths of the mountains. Only to arrive at a... jungle?

Is Anggini here a bit mental?

[color=a36209]"Umm, Anggini."[/color] Bunga talked, jumping out of the cart. [color=a36209]"Are you sure that this is where we should be arriving at? I'm pretty sure that we're in the middle of nowhere."[/color]

She turned around, looking at the thick foliage and the sounds of animals all around her. She was about to turn around and head back to the cart, but literally out of nowhere, a man suddenly jumped out, from where that man jumped out of Bunga's not really sure herself. But she can instantly tell that this man's... unique.

"Ahhhh. A woman I see." The man talked to himself. "Wow Anggini. I didn't expect that you'd be so confident that you'd let a young woman like her train under me. I definitely promise that I will not harm her in anyway, shape or form."

[color=ed145b]"Yeah, sure Wiro."[/color]

He then turned towards Bunga. Changing his demeanor to suit the situation more appropriately. "Ah, where are my manners. Miss... Bunga Kurniawan right? My name is Wiro, just call me Wiro. I am the Chief Martial Arts instructor for any prospective BPN Agents. And my oh my, they sure do know where to get their talents huh? Those pencil pusher sin Trowulan sure knows their stuff when picking agents."

"I will be teaching you martial arts primarily, but also people's skills and also some tricks in case you got into a tight situation and need to ensure your safety. Trust me, I have a 99% success rate in agent satisfaction."

[color=ed145b]"It's more like a 50% satisfaction rate with female agents. I should add."[/color] Anggini commented. [color=ed145b]"But yes, I know nobody else in this side of these islands that knows Martial Arts better than... him. Unfortunately."[/color]

"Alright! So, I have the shack where you'll stay for the next 6 months. I look forward to teaching you Miss Bunga." The man then visibly kissed the Egoist's right hand, smiling at the thought of training her. "I look forward to teaching you the mystic and powerful martial art of the 212 style!"

Bunga wasn't quite sure what to make of this man. He seems eccentric without a doubt, and she is personally not sure if she wants to spend 6 months, day in day out with this Wiro person. The fact that Anggini also mentioned that the man also has a 50% satisfaction rate with female agents didn't help matters either. But... the offer to go to Bermuda is just too good to refuse, way, way too good. The opportunity to continue her research cannot be ignored, even if... she must spend 6 months with this potential creep.

In the end, she sighs, nods her head, and grabbed her suitcase. [color=a36209]"I look forward to studying martial arts under your tutelage, master Wiro."[/color]

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[color=a36209]"Haaahhh... Hahhhhh. Ya ampun."[/color]

Her breathing was ragged, and her body was covered in sweat. She is 2 months in and the training regimen Wiro put her under in was very, very intense. A lot of running, a lot of sparring martial arts between her and Wiro, and a lot of... weird expositions from Wiro, especially explaining how weird his exploits are, and his most... unusual stories involving women.

Bunga's starting to understand why he has that 50% satisfaction rate among women. This man is... quirky to say the least.

And while she is here drowning in her sweat, studying kicking and punching techniques that she's slowly getting better at, but not so much so that she can spar against Wiro and win. Wiro is still out there, practicing various martial arts techniques with his weird Dragon Axe. Slicing and Dicing against the air, the man seems like an endless bundle of energy, constantly training, socializing, and then further training her.

She can already see her muscles slowly forming, and it only has been 2 months.

"Hey Bunga! Are you done taking a break? C'mon! Get back into the fight! I have some techniques that will blow your mind! Like, you can knock out a person twice your size with this simple punch, c'mon!"

And yet, despite everything. Bunga can also see the other 50% of women that is satisfied with Wiro. He might need to improve his conversational skills with women, but in the end. His sheer energy and enthusiasm in training martial arts more than make up his awkwardness for Bunga.

[color=a36209]"Yes Master. I'll be back in a sec."[/color] She responded, finally getting up and stretching her body once more. She is super sweaty, and super tired, but training for an hour or two again doesn't sound too bad. Makes the shower and dinner afterwards much more relaxing in her experience.

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Bunga opened her eyes, she noticed that the sun's up.

What an interesting set of dreams she had last night.

Outstretching her arms. The Nusantaran woman climbed out of her bed and slowly walked towards the shower, a bit groggy and dreary eyed. But fully rested by all measures, her [url=https://i.imgur.com/CeX9iLo.png]animalistic features[/url] are gone, most likely disappearing during her sleep, so no fox tails, or fox ears in Bunga for now.

She'll graft the Egoist Body Paint onto her at a later point. Not now, not while she's about to take a shower.

A short shower later, she makes sure her clothes are fitted well. She needs them to make sure she's presentable after all, but before going to breakfast, before starting, well, anything. She makes a beeline straight towards the books she just bought yesterday. Two books focusing on the current state of Egoist research on natural formulae, she has read one of them, the book focusing on Europe's progress on Egoist research, and now she wants to see what the African continent has had to offer when it comes to Egoist research concerning Natural Formulae.

The areas around the Swahili City States interest her the most, she has heard rumours about it. But she never got the pleasure of actually going into the cities of Mombasa or Zanzibar. [color=a36209]"Alright, so let's start learning shall we."[/color] She said. Opening the book and starting her studies for the morning.

She might be a BPN agent, but she's not gonna spend her opportunity in Bermuda to waste. Might as well read the academic literature while playing Secret Agent.