Nathan

Year 2849 | Month 5 | Day 7

As soon as the question is brought up, both girls immediately turn to look at each other with sour expressions on their faces.

A few seconds pass with neither of them saying anything until Cyria sighs and mutters, “Might as well…”

After that, she turns to look at me, Sophia, and Aidan and says, “We both went to the same private school for middle school, and she didn’t exactly come off as someone I would ever get along with. Not when I found her trying to pick a lock at the school in the first time I ever saw her.” She says the last part while sending a suspicious look towards the girl in question.

My eyebrows jump at this as I turn to look at Rebecca, only to find her with an angry look on her face.

“I’ve already told you!” she shouts, not bothering to lower her voice due to the soundproof walls, “I was doing that at the instruction of my father!”

Cyria turns to her with a single brow raised as she crosses her arms under her chest and asks, “Oh, so one of the leaders of our nation had his daughter going around picking locks at a middle school? I doubt that.”

I notice Aidan begin to open his mouth to say something, only to pause as Sophia puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes her head.

“My father’s position in the Republic doesn’t change anything! He asked me to do it so that I’d have some real practice picking a lock without being seen!” Rebecca exclaims waving her arms slightly as if to emphasize her irate mood.

“Oh yeah?” Cyria begins with a faint grin encroaching on her face, “Even if that was the case, didn’t I see you?”

Rebecca’s face actually begins to grow slightly red, making her look like she’s about to blow, only for her to seemingly calm down a little as a faint grin of her own begins to replace her look of rage. The girl then turns to me of all people and begins saying, “Hey, Nathan, do you want to hear about the time this little girl started a food fight in the middle-”

She is interrupted as Cyria actually throws a punch at her and knocks her off her feet before throwing a slightly embarrassed look towards me.

Huh, this is certainly escalating rather quickly…

I should move back.

And with that, the fight between the two girls commences, with them both throwing insults back and forth with some occasional punches. The two fortunately seem to avoid hitting any important areas – with the exception of the first punches from both sides.

I glance at Aidan and Sophia before seeing them both shrug.

It might be best if we were to let them fight it out. After all, we’re going to be teammates now. So it would be best if we could all work together.

As I turn my attention back towards the two girls, I begin to pay closer attention to the insults Rebecca is throwing at her.

Why are all of her insults calling Cyria short, little, or small?

With that thought in mind, I focus on Cyria, only to realize that she is actually a little small.

Not overly short, seeing as I never noticed it before – although I don’t really pay attention to that sort of thing anyways – but still at least a few inches shorter than the average girl. And comparing her to Rebecca as the two are fighting, she looks a little small in practically every area.

Although it doesn’t seem to be stopping her from winning most of the verbal and physical ‘battles’ they’re doing right now.

Anyways, her size aside for the moment, after several minutes of fighting, their insults begin to soften until they stop almost entirely.

Silence once again fills the small, partitioned room until Cyria mutters in between heavy breaths, “I’ll work with you… but I won’t enjoy it,” at the same time as Rebecca says, “I guess I’ll just have to tolerate you being in the same team as me.”

I look between the two for a few seconds before glancing at Aidan. He just shrugs and says, “Glad that worked out. Anyone up for some dinner?”

My right eye twitches at that statement as Sophia taps on his shoulder and points out, “Um, we just ate before this class, remember?”

Aidan just smiles and nods his head without a care.

Deciding to ignore the idiot for now, I turn to the two girls before asking, “So, will you two be good?”

After seeing both of them mutter agreements, I nod my head and turn to look at the door. However, before I can say or do anything else, Cyria suddenly mutters, “Uh…”

I turn back to her with an eyebrow raised in question, only to be confused as she says, “About what the princess said earlier, with the food fight…”

Food fight? What…

Oh, yeah, I think I remember hearing something like that at the start of the cat fight.

“Doesn’t really matter,” I say, waving it off as I turn towards the door – although not without noticing the strangely dejected look in her eyes – and asking, “anyways, how long do you think we’ll be in here?”

As if on cue, a loud beep sounds through the room, followed soon after by the walls of the room disappearing and revealing the other teams.

“Now that all of the teams have finally come to a decision on how things will work moving forwards and I’ve marked the team leaders down,” Instructor Leo’s voice suddenly echoes through the box from outside. When I turn to look, I find the instructor standing outside in front of the panel, still leaning on his sword as he continues speaking, “I would like to say one last thing before letting you go for the day.”

Hmm, so he was listening in on our conversations after all. Which makes me wonder why he didn’t stop the girls from fighting.

Did he think that they needed to get everything out now before we work together? Or what?

My guess is that they just needed to get everything out; after all, that seemed to have worked.

I glance at the two girls before focusing on the instructor’s words as he begins speaking again, “Step out of the BFS.”

We all do as he says while he continues speaking, “I would suggest you familiarize yourselves with your new weapons if you aren’t already so that you’ll be ready when your weapons training begins tomorrow.”

“And with that,” he says, pressing a button on the panel as soon as the last of us are out of the box, causing it to shrink down and return to its original form, “class is over for the day.”

Something of note is that all of the cadets appear to have calmed down a lot since entering the BFS.

Although I guess part of that is probably because most of us chose our team’s members in the first place.

Even my team chose our members, outside of Rebecca of course. But at least she shouldn’t be a weight that’ll hold us back.

That said, I can’t help but wonder what Amelia would say if she knew Rebecca was in my team. Considering how the two reacted yesterday with that duel and…

Wait a second…

I turn to Rebecca as I realize that I’d forgotten about their little duel.

“By the way, what’s that duel about between you and the girl from yesterday?” I ask Rebecca, hiding the fact that I know Amelia.

The other three pause mid-step towards the entrance before sending me a brief glance and focusing on Rebecca to hear her answer. Rebecca on the other hand just squints her eyes at me – likely wondering why I’m hiding my relationship with Amelia – before shaking her head and saying, “We met in a special gathering during elementary school. That’s all I’m going to say about that.”

Elementary school, eh? I didn’t know Amelia back then.

I was never all that social during school, and especially not back in middle school. And Amelia was actually rather similar in that. But Aidan, on the other hand, was like a freight train that kind of forced all three of us together.

My thoughts are interrupted as Aidan – speak of the devil – suddenly pats my shoulder and says to Rebecca, “Do you have Meditation next? Because that’s where we’re all going, if you want to join us!”

Cyria turns a glare onto him, only to freeze in place as Rebecca actually nods her head and quietly says, “Sure.” Cyria then turns her hateful gaze towards her instead.

Hmm, well this’ll be an interesting team. That’s for sure.