Sakura Level 10: 77/100
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Word Count: 1,718
Points Gained: 3 +3
New EXP Balance--- Level 10: 84/100
Location:
Word Count: 1,718
Points Gained: 3 +3
New EXP Balance--- Level 10: 84/100
After speaking with Nadia and Ace, Sakura trained for a little bit, finishing out her set over the next half-hour. It was a light workout, so she ended up exploring the ship to get familiar with her new home. It really was a giant army airship. Which was bad, because Sakura was not cut out for the army. So far the Seekers had been more like a group of like-minded folks vaguely throwing themselves in the direction of the enemy. Even when Sakura was a ship girl she wasn’t part of the army. Now, though, she was getting a much more organized vibe. Sakura grimaced. Hopefully she made the cut!
Her exploration led her to the bar, where she glanced over the myriad pictures on the wall. No one she recognized, except for the most recent two. Princess Midna and Goldlewis. They were good people. Sakura respected Goldlewis deeply. She knew Karin did, too. He was a real leader, and humble.
Princess Midna was someone Sakura considered a friend. They had gone on a few misadventures together, and Midna seemed to enjoy her company. Princess Midna was funny and talented.
Seeing them both as names on a wall made Sakura cry.
”Ten years…” Sakura said to herself, wiping her face. ”It seems like a long time. I’ll be twenty nine.” She said. As far as she could remember, this version of herself had been here for less than a half a year, give or take. The robot commander, Mr. Simon, had filled Sakura.
”But we’re Seekers. And if I have anything to say about it, it’s high time we won this thing, once and for all. Before our ten years are up.” Sakura said. ”I don’t have anything to honor you with, I’m sorry for that. Princess Midna-san. Goldlewis-san.” Her eyes turned upward. ”...All of you.”
”It’s strange. I’m sad, of course. But it’s- it’s- good that you’re still out there. That I’ll still be out there, too. That one day this will all end and we’ll all get to go home. Maybe it’ll be like none of this ever happened. That’s sad, too, but also good.” Sakura said.
”This world of light isn’t good for living in, though. It’s just like we’re all sharing a bad dream. The only good part is each other, and if all goes well, that good part will endure. The rest? Can all go away. This stupid world and its stupid rules make me feel like an action figure, just smashing up into other toys for ten years and then doing it all over again. It’s dumb. We’re gonna blow it all up for you, I promise.” Sakura said.
”It’s sad that there’s no good pictures of either of you, though. I’ll try to fix that going forward. I brought my camera. I like taking pictures.” The street fighter concluded. She wiped her eyes again and clenched her fist. Sakura wore her heart on her sleeve, and had never been shy about sharing her emotions with others, but she had to admit she was kind of glad she was here more or less by herself. Though she would have shown up for the service, of course, had she been on the ship when it happened. But this conversation probably would have happened either way.
”Well, anyway. It’s getting late. Time to turn in.” She said, giving the wall one last look over before leaving.
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Sakura was sprawled out in her pajamas as she lay in her bed, fast asleep. It took a probably shocking amount of noise from the programmed alarm before she began to stir. She mumbled something about ‘ten more minutes’. Only a few minutes later did Sakura come tripping out of her dorm room and into the hallway, falling flat on her face in her tired state. ”Itai! I knew I wasn’t cut out for the army!” She complained to herself, more likely than not the last one to leave the rooms.
At the very least, Sakura wasn’t too fussed about the communal showers, indicated by her loud (and not half-bad, really) singing while she cleaned up under running cold water once she got her spot. After that she got changed, and was ready to go.
Having no feast last night to compare it to, Sakura was nothing but pleased with the simple oatmeal presented to her. ”And it’s totally free? Maybe the army’s not so bad!” She said to herself. After breakfast, it was time for the debriefing. Sakura had been Blue Team, then Black Team, and now, Gold Team. For some reason, the idea of having so many colors under her belt made her really excited. Maybe it was leftover from when she was first learning karate.
”Welcome to the Seekers!” Sakura waved to the newcomers, though she had to admit most of her attention was on Snowball, who was majestic and adorable.
Sandalphon made the Avenger’s need for supplies apparent. ”Supplies, huh? Okay, Sandalphon-san. I’m sure we can make it happen.”
Sakura accepted the armband, looking it over. She bowed her head at receiving the gift. ”It’s wonderful! Thank you so much.” She tied it around her arm on the spot. ”And useful, too!”
As for the medkit, she placed it in her backpack. ”We’ll never not need something like this. Only a matter of time before we run into bad guys. Thanks a bunch.” She said with another bow.
Sakura also seemed to get a kick out of the water canteen, wiggling it back and forth to slosh the water around on the inside. ”Isn’t this cool? It makes me want to walk through a desert and get all parched and stuff before drinking the very last few drops.”
Next, it was time to get into the Hellpods. Sakura wasn’t sure what she was expecting. She knew they were going to be fired into the ground but…
”BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” In the solitude of her own Hellpod, Sakura screamed as loud as she wanted, barely above the noise of the tremendous racket. As it plunged into the ground, the platform raised Sakura up. Knees wobbling, teeth chattering, she tried to steady herself. ”I kn-knew I wasn’t c-cut out for the a-army…” Sakura said, promptly toppling forward.
She lifted her head and shook it back and forth, shooting back to her feet. Something important had slipped her mind, and she stumbled forward to intercept the entire group before they could get too far towards the city.
”Ex- excuse me everyone! Hi! My name’s Sakura!” She said, hands raised. ”I’m uh, from Esaka! Well, okay, I’m from Japan but in the World of Light I’m from Esaka and I pretty much know how it works!” Sakura said.
”So if you’ll just give me a second I’ll try and explain it to you.” Hopefully she had everyone’s attention by now.
”Okay, so…imagine a big cake. A big wedding cake. That’s basically Esaka, the Tiered City. It’s kind of like the top and bottom level of Midgar except with even more tiers. The higher you get, the smaller and better off your dojo is. Oh, yeah, dojos. Okay so the whole city is based around dojos, and the dojos fighting. Not like warfare fighting but like, tournaments and matches. It really is a lot of fun.” Sakura said.
”Okay so the higher up you are, the better. But also, the smaller? My dojo was pretty high up, haha. I mean, duh.” Sakura boasted somewhat humbly.
”But lower is, y’know, kusoge. Really just kinda bad fighters or tournaments with stupid rules. Hopefully we won’t have to spend too much time down there, if any.” Sakura blinked.
”...Hmm, it kind of is like Midgar. B-but it’s different because- well, in Midgar- it’s like, evil corporations and stuff. In Esaka it’s like, if you’re actually good at fighting, you go up. Like Esaka is literally 100% fighting so it’s not like, unfair or anything I mean it is what it is, it’s not hiding it from you it’s totally fair. ” Sakura was getting herself a bit red in the face, already trying to pre-emptively defend Esaka and herself from sounding bad even in her own mind.
”The most important thing is the Livestream!” She pushed ahead. ”So much ki in one place has resulted in like, some kind of totally crazy magical phenomenon. As a result, Esaka and the Forbidden Kingdom both have a lot of Yokai residents. Oh, Yokai are like, ghosts and monsters. But way cooler.”
”That’s why the Yokai that live in the Livestream are called Stream Monsters, and they love to watch fights. I mean, who doesn’t? But they’re powerful, and if they get hyped they give donations and money to the fighters. So you see, if you just fight well, you get money right there on the spot. No sponsorships, no corporations, nothing like that. Just Yokai who like watching people get beat up. So that’s why it’s fair. Anyone can move up the tiers, you just have to not suck.” Sakura explained.
”The Heavenly Principles make sure nobody gets too hurt, even when the fights get really intense. They’re like magic rules that make sure everything is as fair as possible. Midgar didn’t have anything like that.” She nodded, satisfied with her own defence of her favorite city.
”So yeah, it’s just a big fighting city! Cool right? At the top you have the most prestigious tournaments with the best fighters, run by the Four Heavenly Kings. Okay yeah, no, if I’m being honest at least one of them is really evil. Also because I’m sure if there’s a Guardian in Esaka, it’ll be somewhere near the top, probably being kept a secret.” Sakura stretched one arm.
”Even if we have to start at the very bottom and work our way up, as strong as we are we’ll be in the best dojos in no time. We just have to get through Pools first. Oh, the Pools are where the lower tiers can earn their spot in the middle tiers, again if they fight good enough.” Sakura said.
She scratched her head. ”I think that’s it? Does anyone have any questions? Even with my guess about the Guardian, we’ll probably just have to dive in and see what we can find out. So anyone whose not fighting in matches can probably do that?” Sakura said. ”I’m, uh, not the leader, though. Just a thought.” Sakura let her hands fall to her sides and looked at the gathered Seekers.
