Seriously, it's perfect. The original was not much better and this works perfectly, complete with the hat and a lion motif for the armor.
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“Well,” Yui joked, “nothing stopping you from going ahead of us. Except you getting ganked and accidentally blowing yourself up while we try to keep our feet dry. C'mon, Pubert.”
She walked around the perimeter of the marsh. Strange, she thought. If Falk had said that they were being watched earlier, why hadn't they attacked them already? They may had been just waiting for the trio to be put in an unfavourable position, like being isolated or stuck in mud, but were they that intelligent? Probably. Yui didn't really know much about the invaders, besides they were evil and looked metal. Despite her worries, she wasn't upset. If they were able to complete this mission without any combat, then they were technically the best group out of the lot since they would have avoided engagements. Unless the other teams didn't really fight. That would mean they were just slow.
Still, though. Talking an extra moment to avoid mud made the mission a lot more tolerable.
I appreciate the hard work you guys did reviewing all of the heavy tomes of submissions the past few days and all of the careful work you guys put into this.
"*Groan of pain* why does everyone in advanced write novels?" - Scrub Mage on spending 4+ hours reviewing characters in one sitting before getting up to violently play random instruments, 11/01/2019.
“That's a big no from me, Pubert,” Yui replied to the undergrown youth, “if we get ganked, we'd have to deal with two nerds trying to fuss with batteries while our nonnegotiable gunner pal has to deal with all of them. With explosions. While they to take our juicy man goo. From two feet away, I'd say.” Her tone was laced with a bit of venom, but still remained in her normal tongue-in-cheek tone. With a hop, skip, and a second skip, she was off to the races. She followed Falk away from their flying mobile base, trusting in his decision.
“Well, if they're following us, we don't gotta worry about where to go. Pubert, get on my ass and body block for me. Falk, uh, you do you. I don't know how the gunner 'do'.”
Yui forged a path for the three compatriots, giving a soft whistle as she forged a path. Slowly, the ground began to squish and ick. It was soft and muddy. Yui didn't really like it at all. In fact, for a Striker, muddy ground was one of the biggest obstacles they had to overcome. If the ground was soft, your power was reduced. There was a chance of slipping and the low range of strikers meant that they had to overcome the soft earth to get to their targets. Of course, Falk could make a bridge between trees. That was stupid, though. If they were ganked, they were now fighting on a wire bridge and/or trees. Plus, they all got that comms message from Afterglow about a lost child.
“Let's go detour out of this mud. I'd rather flop around on collapsing buildings rather than gunk up my shoes.”
Yui had taken a leader's role. She was garbage at it, but she had taken it.
"One of us has to die."
The claustrophobic darkness was kept at bay the roaring fire. A familiar warmth, but this wasn't made by her. No, this was made by the bear. She was only a visitor in his domain. The bear was a predator and the damaged youth an intruder.
"Nothing personal. It's nature, you know."
The bear circled the fire as he spoke. Despite the fire, his breath formed a thick vapor from the cold. His calm words were snarled from the ineffable jaws he possessed.
"The strong live, the weak die."
Her eyes opened slowly, but surely. Easy, she thought, don't shake. Just breath in and out. Behind the front leg, then move up. Do it perfectly. Her tensed hand let go. A distinctive snap resounded through the trees. The arrow flew directly into the deer, it sinking deep in the flesh. The deer panicked. It leaped onto its hind legs, dodging much too late. It began to run. Just as quickly as it started, it collapsed. The arrow had penetrated the heart. A clean kill. She walked towards the deer, small knife in hand. Memories of the past week had been on her mind.
Ash was the first to wake up. That dream with the bear, it pervaded her mind. One of them had to die, the bear had said. But Ash couldn't dwell on it. It wasn't important. She got up from the bed the church had given her and was given the bad news. Half a silver for each day of treatment, totaling one silver. She had 10 days to pay it off, more or less. She had the money, but abstained from paying it. She didn't know if it would be important later. Seeing her two companions near her, she realized that she was the only one who was functional. She wouldn't waste her time. She would get information.
She placed large rocks together in a circle. Placing dry twigs and sticks into the pit, she began to spin a twig above it. The skin on her hands had since been worn down into nothing, rebuilt, then worn down again. The pain didn't bother her. Not anymore, not ever. She ignored it. The spinning became more frantic. First came smoke, second came embers, and lastly, a flame. She kept the fire stoked. A thick heat began to emanate.
Her journey in the morning gave less than stellar results. Nobody gave her the time of day. She wasn't exactly surprised. She felt gross. She knew she was gross. Next, she went into bars. Loose lips sank ships and alcohol was a patented remedy for the tight lipped. She offered drinks. Not the most expensive, but not the cheapest. Two people had taken her offer.
The first was Beako, a lightly armored Fiend Knight with a long spear. Her hair was tied up in a complex braided ponytail and she had henna-esque tattoos stretching up her neck to her cheeks. Her tag was steel, much better than Ash's copper one. She enjoyed Ash's attempt to break the ice by describing in vivid detail how she almost lost her life while training to an angry bear. The Fiend Knight gave a great amount of information. New people should stick to the western forest. Goblins and slimes were easy to beat, save for slimes being primarily affected by magic. Money was made without bounties by primarily looting what the monsters had. Less lucrative but still money, taking proof of a recently killed monster's body made for a steady source of income.
The second was Padoze. He had got lucky and was picked up by a party of 'nice older sisters'.
Gross.
The second day had been less lucrative. Ash had, compelled by curiosity, talked to the rabbit slaying man. He talked of The Fanged God and the two had a short and awkward conversation. took a bath for 20 copper, thankfully. She needed it.
It was lucky she was so close to the river. The deer had been trying to drink when she found it. It made cleaning easier. Careful, careful. She drove a knife into its midsection and sliced. No nausea overcame her. She was used to it now. This was her new normal. The knife cut through flesh with some difficulty, but it wasn't enough to ruin the cut. Blood flowed into the river - back into nature. Intestines and stomach had been removed, then the lungs. Kidneys, liver, tongue, and what remained of the heart were bisected from the body. She began to cook. Liver first. That was for her. It was meat to replace what she lost. Even though it tasted so thick and gamey, it was a blessing. But, despite how much she needed it, she didn't eat it all. She left a small portion alone. Next, the kidneys, then the tongue, then what remained of the heart. She did the same and left a portion for the wilds. It was thanks for the protection that night.
The third day, she had met with Matteo. He had awoken from his painful slumber and Ash was the first to see him. Ash shared what useful information she had with him. Matteo said they could train, but they had no money. The only experience they could get was to go back into the forest with just the two of them. They talked about getting new members of their ragtag party, but it would be difficult to find any. The two parted, each going their own way.
Ash had decided to go back to the Ranger's Reserve to practice. For six days, she didn't leave the reserve. She practiced a little bit of everything; marksmanship, endurance, shelter-building, tracking. Any skill she thought she would need, she practiced.. On the first day, she fired arrows at trees and ran through the underbrush. The second day, she practiced following tracks and worked on her endurance, hitting a tree with a stick until either the stick or her body broke. The third day, she sprinted through the underbrush. She ended up tripping and falling into a river. It chilled her to the bone and she had to spend hours warming up by a fire. The fourth day was similar to the first three. The fifth day, she practiced tracking and managed to step in a precious 'track'. It smelled gnarly. The worst part about the training, however, was the nights. Dreams of the bear pervaded. She was afraid and the dreams only escalated.
The sixth day, by a stroke of good luck, she managed to find a deer by a watering hole.
River washed the carcass. Careful now, it was heavy. She carried one end over each shoulder, its open midsection on her neck. She couldn't keep this meat. She needed money. She left the forest and to the butcher. A clean deer carcass had only brought 50 copper. Not surprising. It wasn't a large deer. Still, the money was important. She graciously pocketed it and went back to the church.
Returning to the church, Ash had went to check on Muu. There was a strange man there, watching over the sick bladedancer. He was clad in black, the only color he had on him came from a red scarf that was wrapped around his head. Only his eyes were visible. He turned to Ash.
"You're her comrade?"
Ash was taken aback. Who was this man and what did he have to do with Muu? No point in lying. Lying was too dangerous. Practically anyone who wore strange clothes was probably strong enough to demolish all of them combined.
"For the time being," Ash replied. Her tone was cold. After all, this man was dangerous as long as she didn't know why he was there.
"She owes me one silver a week. Where's the money." His voice was unwavering. Despite being a question, it felt more like a command.
For a moment Ash paused. She looked at Muu and grit her teeth. She pulled out a silver coin from her pocket and held it out. "Take it."
The strange man took the coin, gave a harumph, and left. Ash walked up to the sick blade dancer. There, she saw a strange crimson symbol on Muu's hand fade away. Ash sighed as she ran a hand through her greasy hair. Later, she thought, I'll talk to her.
The claustrophobic darkness was kept at bay the roaring fire. A familiar warmth, but this wasn't made by her. No, this was made by the bear. She was only a visitor in his domain. The bear was a predator and the damaged youth an intruder.
"Nothing personal. It's nature, you know."
The bear circled the fire as he spoke. Despite the fire, his breath formed a thick vapor from the cold. His calm words were snarled from the ineffable jaws he possessed.
"The strong live, the weak die."
Her eyes opened slowly, but surely. Easy, she thought, don't shake. Just breath in and out. Behind the front leg, then move up. Do it perfectly. Her tensed hand let go. A distinctive snap resounded through the trees. The arrow flew directly into the deer, it sinking deep in the flesh. The deer panicked. It leaped onto its hind legs, dodging much too late. It began to run. Just as quickly as it started, it collapsed. The arrow had penetrated the heart. A clean kill. She walked towards the deer, small knife in hand. Memories of the past week had been on her mind.
Ash was the first to wake up. That dream with the bear, it pervaded her mind. One of them had to die, the bear had said. But Ash couldn't dwell on it. It wasn't important. She got up from the bed the church had given her and was given the bad news. Half a silver for each day of treatment, totaling one silver. She had 10 days to pay it off, more or less. She had the money, but abstained from paying it. She didn't know if it would be important later. Seeing her two companions near her, she realized that she was the only one who was functional. She wouldn't waste her time. She would get information.
She placed large rocks together in a circle. Placing dry twigs and sticks into the pit, she began to spin a twig above it. The skin on her hands had since been worn down into nothing, rebuilt, then worn down again. The pain didn't bother her. Not anymore, not ever. She ignored it. The spinning became more frantic. First came smoke, second came embers, and lastly, a flame. She kept the fire stoked. A thick heat began to emanate.
Her journey in the morning gave less than stellar results. Nobody gave her the time of day. She wasn't exactly surprised. She felt gross. She knew she was gross. Next, she went into bars. Loose lips sank ships and alcohol was a patented remedy for the tight lipped. She offered drinks. Not the most expensive, but not the cheapest. Two people had taken her offer.
The first was Beako, a lightly armored Fiend Knight with a long spear. Her hair was tied up in a complex braided ponytail and she had henna-esque tattoos stretching up her neck to her cheeks. Her tag was steel, much better than Ash's copper one. She enjoyed Ash's attempt to break the ice by describing in vivid detail how she almost lost her life while training to an angry bear. The Fiend Knight gave a great amount of information. New people should stick to the western forest. Goblins and slimes were easy to beat, save for slimes being primarily affected by magic. Money was made without bounties by primarily looting what the monsters had. Less lucrative but still money, taking proof of a recently killed monster's body made for a steady source of income.
The second was Padoze. He had got lucky and was picked up by a party of 'nice older sisters'.
Gross.
The second day had been less lucrative. Ash had, compelled by curiosity, talked to the rabbit slaying man. He talked of The Fanged God and the two had a short and awkward conversation. took a bath for 20 copper, thankfully. She needed it.
It was lucky she was so close to the river. The deer had been trying to drink when she found it. It made cleaning easier. Careful, careful. She drove a knife into its midsection and sliced. No nausea overcame her. She was used to it now. This was her new normal. The knife cut through flesh with some difficulty, but it wasn't enough to ruin the cut. Blood flowed into the river - back into nature. Intestines and stomach had been removed, then the lungs. Kidneys, liver, tongue, and what remained of the heart were bisected from the body. She began to cook. Liver first. That was for her. It was meat to replace what she lost. Even though it tasted so thick and gamey, it was a blessing. But, despite how much she needed it, she didn't eat it all. She left a small portion alone. Next, the kidneys, then the tongue, then what remained of the heart. She did the same and left a portion for the wilds. It was thanks for the protection that night.
The third day, she had met with Matteo. He had awoken from his painful slumber and Ash was the first to see him. Ash shared what useful information she had with him. Matteo said they could train, but they had no money. The only experience they could get was to go back into the forest with just the two of them. They talked about getting new members of their ragtag party, but it would be difficult to find any. The two parted, each going their own way.
Ash had decided to go back to the Ranger's Reserve to practice. For six days, she didn't leave the reserve. She practiced a little bit of everything; marksmanship, endurance, shelter-building, tracking. Any skill she thought she would need, she practiced.. On the first day, she fired arrows at trees and ran through the underbrush. The second day, she practiced following tracks and worked on her endurance, hitting a tree with a stick until either the stick or her body broke. The third day, she sprinted through the underbrush. She ended up tripping and falling into a river. It chilled her to the bone and she had to spend hours warming up by a fire. The fourth day was similar to the first three. The fifth day, she practiced tracking and managed to step in a precious 'track'. It smelled gnarly. The worst part about the training, however, was the nights. Dreams of the bear pervaded. She was afraid and the dreams only escalated.
The sixth day, by a stroke of good luck, she managed to find a deer by a watering hole.
River washed the carcass. Careful now, it was heavy. She carried one end over each shoulder, its open midsection on her neck. She couldn't keep this meat. She needed money. She left the forest and to the butcher. A clean deer carcass had only brought 50 copper. Not surprising. It wasn't a large deer. Still, the money was important. She graciously pocketed it and went back to the church.
Returning to the church, Ash had went to check on Muu. There was a strange man there, watching over the sick bladedancer. He was clad in black, the only color he had on him came from a red scarf that was wrapped around his head. Only his eyes were visible. He turned to Ash.
"You're her comrade?"
Ash was taken aback. Who was this man and what did he have to do with Muu? No point in lying. Lying was too dangerous. Practically anyone who wore strange clothes was probably strong enough to demolish all of them combined.
"For the time being," Ash replied. Her tone was cold. After all, this man was dangerous as long as she didn't know why he was there.
"She owes me one silver a week. Where's the money." His voice was unwavering. Despite being a question, it felt more like a command.
For a moment Ash paused. She looked at Muu and grit her teeth. She pulled out a silver coin from her pocket and held it out. "Take it."
The strange man took the coin, gave a harumph, and left. Ash walked up to the sick blade dancer. There, she saw a strange crimson symbol on Muu's hand fade away. Ash sighed as she ran a hand through her greasy hair. Later, she thought, I'll talk to her.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
We can technically take two more.
Just one priest would be a necessity because of what's goin' on.
Just one priest would be a necessity because of what's goin' on.
'The Effects of Prolonged Ionized Radiation Exposure on Native Japanese Wildlife After Second Genesis' by Yoshida Naoto
Yui's attention had been grasped by the book. During the plane ride, she had been reading the dense, slab-like report. Though, the term 'read' wasn't the most apt word. She looked at a poorly printed black and white picture, glanced at a few sentences, then tore off a piece of paper to fold into an airplane. Each paper airplane had been thrown at Falk with all of the force her thin arms could muster. Considerable force, as it turns out. The vast majority of planes had done bizarre loops, slammed directly into the ground, or went completely off target. Periodically, a plane would be launched directly towards the explosive American with the force of a thousand suns. When the lieutenant gave the mission details, Yui sat at attention. Replace sensor batteries, follow the map (therefore the directions of the stinky nerds!), avoid fights. That's all there was too it.
As the osprey touched down, Yui didn't really feel much. Not excitement, not anxiety, not really anything besides a desire for the operation to be over already. The sooner the operation was over, the sooner she could slack off. She liked doing that, but there was a time and place for everything. Military sorties didn't exactly scream "slack off now!" to the bored youth. With Tian-Gui and a few others out first, Yui stood within the dark confines of the ship. Her eyes remained closed because of the difference between the inner ship and outside sun. A familiar sound flew into the dark room and reverberated.
“Final Red...”
Wait, was that what she thought it was?
“TRANSFORM!”
It was.
Instantly, Yui out. She ran towards the cargo door and opened her eyes.
She made it just in time to catch the end of the transformation. Also known as, the super bright flash and loud noise.
"Yagh! The magical girl just flash-banged me!" She yelped. Instinctively, she moved the thick book to block any more light from demolishing her poor, poor eyes. After a brief moment of rapidly blinking and trying her best to mitigate the flash blindness. Soon, her vision returned and she looked back up. Right. The mission. They had to do the mission and, preferably, complete the mission. In a comparatively less cool manner, Yui walked over to the cargo hold and pulled out an extremely long case. Eight by one feet, the case slid out from its neatly packaged spot for a uncomfortably long time. Popping the clips open, she retrieved her gargantuan blade. Sheathed in a thin, canvas-like plastic, the blade (thankfully) wouldn't cut anything around her. She grabbed four batteries and, like some super-hobo, hung them on the sheathed sword. She lifted and rested the blade over her shoulder and walked out of the cargo hold, careful not to thwack anyone on the way out.
"Falk, Smelly Nerd, let's get this done so I can finish this book."
ey, seems like we're stuck together, so any opinion on team names and all that jazz?
Team Yui.
Even if she's gone, she'll be there in spirit.
• Name: Nakamura Yui
• Age: 16
• Gender: Female
• Class: Striker
• Nationality: Japanese
• Appearance: 5'2" (157.5 cm), 115 pounds (52.2 kg)
• Bio: The lackadaisical daughter of war hero parents in a military family, Yui was destined for greatness. Together with her two brothers, they shared an incredible upbringing. However, unlike her siblings, Yui didn't have much of a drive to reach any pinnacle of strength. In fact, she didn't have much of a drive to do anything. She did what her parents told her, but only did the bare minimum. Unlike her brothers, she didn't train until her organs shifted in her body and she vomited blood. Her aptitude was there, but her determination wasn't.
While she didn't have much drive for fighting invaders, her parents certainly did. They instilled upon her hundreds of years of military knowledge and technique. From feudal times to the Second Genesis, her family had taken arms during every conflict. Yui, along with her siblings, was to do the same for the future. Without any real reason to decline the future her parents created for her (besides saying she didn't feel like it—an invalid excuse), she had applied to the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy: Yamato.
• Armament: With a 6' blade and a 2' handle, Okinami is an abnormally large sword. Styled in the manner of a traditional Japanese sword, Okinami lacks one fundamental: the tsuba. Lacking any sort of hand guard, the sword adheres to one principal: absolute offense. The blade of the sword consists of two components. The outer layer is made from an extremely durable alloy that protects a wire core. Made from a highly unstable element, the ultra-heavy core rapidly decays into two ultra-light isotopes. However, when electricity passes through the core, the isotopes reform into the core. This means that the blade can, using electricity stored within the hilt, freely control its own weight via controllers within the battle wrap, from 5 pounds to 75.
• Psychic Drive: Yui has the ability to supercharge her internals in stages. Affectionately named Ignition Engine, Yui can forcefully increase her physical capabilities at a cost to her health. This generally only lasts for short durations, however. When her Ignition Engine wears off, her body begins to revert to its original form—at any cost. The duration and stage when she returns dictates the damage that results from the rapid changes. This can range from exhaustion and broken bones to, in worst case scenarios, death.
The first stage puts every organ in her body into maximum overdrive. Her heart beats twice as fast and her brain works overtime. Each muscle tears itself into two, then rapidly regenerates. Each vein on her body swells to the surface and her skin turns a flush red. While the strain is tremendous, her physical capabilities practically double.
The second stage starts a dangerous metamorphosis. Her skin begins to crystallize and resemble durable scales. Her internal body heat begins to boil her blood and her physical capabilities begin to double once again. Most notably, a crystalline horn begins to form on her forehead, along with small crystal spikes that form on her back.
For the sake of her own safety, Yui has only gone beyond the first stage once.
• Extra:
• Sample Post:
• Age: 16
• Gender: Female
• Class: Striker
• Nationality: Japanese
• Appearance: 5'2" (157.5 cm), 115 pounds (52.2 kg)
• Bio: The lackadaisical daughter of war hero parents in a military family, Yui was destined for greatness. Together with her two brothers, they shared an incredible upbringing. However, unlike her siblings, Yui didn't have much of a drive to reach any pinnacle of strength. In fact, she didn't have much of a drive to do anything. She did what her parents told her, but only did the bare minimum. Unlike her brothers, she didn't train until her organs shifted in her body and she vomited blood. Her aptitude was there, but her determination wasn't.
While she didn't have much drive for fighting invaders, her parents certainly did. They instilled upon her hundreds of years of military knowledge and technique. From feudal times to the Second Genesis, her family had taken arms during every conflict. Yui, along with her siblings, was to do the same for the future. Without any real reason to decline the future her parents created for her (besides saying she didn't feel like it—an invalid excuse), she had applied to the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy: Yamato.
• Armament: With a 6' blade and a 2' handle, Okinami is an abnormally large sword. Styled in the manner of a traditional Japanese sword, Okinami lacks one fundamental: the tsuba. Lacking any sort of hand guard, the sword adheres to one principal: absolute offense. The blade of the sword consists of two components. The outer layer is made from an extremely durable alloy that protects a wire core. Made from a highly unstable element, the ultra-heavy core rapidly decays into two ultra-light isotopes. However, when electricity passes through the core, the isotopes reform into the core. This means that the blade can, using electricity stored within the hilt, freely control its own weight via controllers within the battle wrap, from 5 pounds to 75.
• Psychic Drive: Yui has the ability to supercharge her internals in stages. Affectionately named Ignition Engine, Yui can forcefully increase her physical capabilities at a cost to her health. This generally only lasts for short durations, however. When her Ignition Engine wears off, her body begins to revert to its original form—at any cost. The duration and stage when she returns dictates the damage that results from the rapid changes. This can range from exhaustion and broken bones to, in worst case scenarios, death.
The first stage puts every organ in her body into maximum overdrive. Her heart beats twice as fast and her brain works overtime. Each muscle tears itself into two, then rapidly regenerates. Each vein on her body swells to the surface and her skin turns a flush red. While the strain is tremendous, her physical capabilities practically double.
The second stage starts a dangerous metamorphosis. Her skin begins to crystallize and resemble durable scales. Her internal body heat begins to boil her blood and her physical capabilities begin to double once again. Most notably, a crystalline horn begins to form on her forehead, along with small crystal spikes that form on her back.
For the sake of her own safety, Yui has only gone beyond the first stage once.
• Extra:
- Despite not wanting to do anything, she's surprisingly reliable whenever asked to do something.
- She's a rather avid reader, but loses interest in every book at around the half-way point.
- She can sustain herself for years on a strict diet of soda and potato chips.
• Sample Post:
"Come on, that cruel voice commanded, you can do better than that!"
"Kind of can't." Yui moaned.
For a military family, discipline was key. From a young age, they were to be trained into the finest soldiers the Nakamuras could offer to the world. For Yui, this was a hellish training session that she participated in out of obligation. For mere training, it was absurd. Push a car half a kilometre? Sure, it was a kei car, but what sort of father forced their twelve year old child to push a car that far? Despite her objections, she pushed. Foot after foot, the car moved towards its goal. Her bones ached and her muscles screamed at her. Soon, the back tires passed over a thick white line.
"Aaaaand I'm done."
Yui collapsed onto the ground and her voice rang out like a hymn from the angels. Even if it was only self-assurance, it was a brief moment of respite. An exasperated sigh escaped from the lips of her father as he walked away from her. Her exhausted body refused to listen to any command her brain sent. She just wanted to lay on the ground and take in the sun. Breath in the atmosphere, as they would say. It was a really nice day out. She would easily beat up one of her brothers to get some snacks and a nice book. To just laze in the summer heat would be enjoyable, she thought. Much more enjoyable than training.
"Yui!" That cruel voice yelled out, "time for sword practice!"
With a heavy groan, Yui sat up from her lazy stupor. If only to get another moment lazing around, she would train. Well, it wasn't like she had anything better to do, anyways.
"Kind of can't." Yui moaned.
For a military family, discipline was key. From a young age, they were to be trained into the finest soldiers the Nakamuras could offer to the world. For Yui, this was a hellish training session that she participated in out of obligation. For mere training, it was absurd. Push a car half a kilometre? Sure, it was a kei car, but what sort of father forced their twelve year old child to push a car that far? Despite her objections, she pushed. Foot after foot, the car moved towards its goal. Her bones ached and her muscles screamed at her. Soon, the back tires passed over a thick white line.
"Aaaaand I'm done."
Yui collapsed onto the ground and her voice rang out like a hymn from the angels. Even if it was only self-assurance, it was a brief moment of respite. An exasperated sigh escaped from the lips of her father as he walked away from her. Her exhausted body refused to listen to any command her brain sent. She just wanted to lay on the ground and take in the sun. Breath in the atmosphere, as they would say. It was a really nice day out. She would easily beat up one of her brothers to get some snacks and a nice book. To just laze in the summer heat would be enjoyable, she thought. Much more enjoyable than training.
"Yui!" That cruel voice yelled out, "time for sword practice!"
With a heavy groan, Yui sat up from her lazy stupor. If only to get another moment lazing around, she would train. Well, it wasn't like she had anything better to do, anyways.
@TheWindel Naw, that'd be overloading her Psychic Drive. I would be probably be cursed for the rest of my life if I broke my boner for thematic cohesion.
@KoL I basically just reworked it all into something more sensible now.
@KoL I basically just reworked it all into something more sensible now.
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