[center][h3][color=00aeef]Henri[/color] [/h3][/center]

[center][color=00aeef]Intermission Five - Aftermath of Victory[/color][/center]

[center][color=00aeef]Municipality of Lubao, Pampanga Province, Philippines - 1/1/2023, 8:30 AM, UTC+8[/color][/center]

Henri sighed, listening to the speech. 

[color=00aeef]"Politics, politics, politics..."[/color] He whispered to himself.

He had barely survived being shot and nearly drowning. The Arms-Master could still feel the phantom pains from the place bullet had lodged in, even though it had been removed.

Henri had pretty much recovered at that point, his movements and battle skills having returned to pretty much normal. Although one thing bothered him.

An experience he had should have traumatized him. Or he supposed there was no guarantee of a soldier losing one's guts. Still, Henri was taking everything much better than he expected. Was there something mentally wrong in him... Or could it be because of his Noble-Arm?

Not that far-fetched, actually. Many Arms-Masters, Task Force Obsidian included, were very young, de jure child soldiers, and they too seemed to take things surprisingly in stride. This would require further study.

But first...

[color=00aeef]"I owe you my life, and should the circumstances permit it, I will seek to pay it back."[/color]