"We are going to get that irritating kid fired and get ourselves practice chas to play with. Give your gold token." Emma said.
I narrowed my eyes and glanced at the fifty to sixty people in the room warily. "Are you nuts? I can't fight with fifty people at once!" I hissed.
"You won't be fighting anyone. Fighting is strictly prohibited here, so it's completely safe. Give your token to , quick!" Emma said impatiently.
"Oh, in that case, okay then!" I fished out the token from my left pocket and gave it to her.
Emma took it, turned around and slamd the token on the receptionist's table.
"I want to talk to the office manager. Now." She glared at the receptionist fiercely.
The receptionist looked at the gold token and frowned. "What is that?"
"That is a Gold Whitefrost Family Token. It represents the Patriarch's will and person. I am Harold, the Office Manager on Duty. How may I be of service, Lady Emma?" A tall and handso middle aged man walked out of the door behind the receptionist and gave Emma a deep bow.
Apparently his attention had been drawn by the less-than-polite words of the receptionist and had already approached us, just in ti to see the gold token being slamd on the table.
"Mr Harold. Thank you for coming out to see . I want two practice chas for and my friend here." Emma said as passed the gold token back to .
"Of course." He snapped his fingers and summoned an aide. "My aide will lead you to your practice chas. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Much appreciated." Emma smiled at him. "I also want this stupid receptionist here fired and banished from all Whitefrost owned operations effective today."
"What? Wa-wait…" The receptionist blanched and sputtered.
"As you wish. I apologize for any discomfort that she may have caused you." Harold said courteously.
"That will be all."
"Have a good practice match then, Lady Emma." Harold bowed respectfully once more.
"WAIT!" The receptionist shrieked. But a couple of guards imdiately grabbed hold of her and knocked her out.
And with that, she was gone.
Have I ntioned that you shouldn't piss Emma off at all costs?
"Co! Let us have a match!" Emma gave a triumphant grin.
"Yes!" I pumped my fist once in excitent. I knew I totally looked like a country bumpkin then, being so excited over a re practice match, but I didn't care. I was about to pilot a real cha!
"Let's watch the cha battle first though!" I reminded Emma.
"Right. Bring us to the VIP viewing gallery." Emma told the aide.
"As you wish, Lady Emma." The aide replied respectfully.
Within a few minutes, we entered a small but luxurious room which, like the balcony, was made completely out of glass and jutted out of the side of the "Training Room" walls.
Such a design gave us a full and perfect view of the main training grounds.
Five hyper luxurious sofas were placed in the middle of that room, and each sofa had several screens that could have their sizes and positions adjusted at will.
"Neat!" I exclaid and imdiately hopped into one of them. I tinkered on the screens for a few seconds and realized that they could give all sorts of viewing options!
From point-of-view perspectives of any of the chas involved to various bird's eye views from the many caras positioned all around the training ground!
It was perfect.
Sitting on one of those sofas and getting ready to watch an epic cha battle felt heavenly.
I felt complete bliss.
Just right when I thought life couldn't get any better, the Aide handed a nu.
"Heaven! I am definitely in heaven right now!" I thought to myself.
PIAK! I slapped myself really hard, much to Emma and the Aide's EXTRE shock!
"OW!! Okay. It's not a dream." I muttered in satisfaction.
My smile widened to its maximum stretch as I placed an order for steak, fries, and lots of interesting looking drinks.
"What are you ordering?" I turned to look at Emma, who had a rare, soft and gentle look on her face.
"I uh… I'll have what he's having." Emma told the Aide quickly.
He bowed and left the room.
Ding! A massive hologram of a countdown appeared in the middle of the training ground.
5 Minutes 00 Seconds.
4 Minutes 59 Seconds.
Five minutes to go!
"Let explain to you how cha battles work." Emma offered.
"Sure!" I agreed enthusiastically.
"There are three main types of cha battles. Team battles, like the one we're about to watch, Battle Royales, where you fight to be the last cha standing, and handicap battles, where a stronger team purposely start with less chas." Emma began.
"Battles involving up to twenty chas are called small battles. dium battles involve up to one hundred chas, large battles involve up to a thousand chas. Any battle involving over a thousand chas are called Grand lees."
My eyes shone brightly at her words. She had only begun and already, I was extrely intrigued!
Sohow, watching training battles felt much more exciting compared to watching the old man's personal guard attacking the European Embassy.
That fight was just stressful for to watch.
I guess the prospect of being able to participate in the training battles myself made it much more relevant and thus exciting for .
I was already imagining myself standing victorious among an entire field of broken and defeated chas!
"So we're about to watch a dium team battle." I noted.
"Yes." Emma nodded. "What's interesting about this match is that this is a variant of the handicap battle I ntioned earlier. Usually, handicaps involve the stronger team fielding a smaller number of chas.
In this case however, the blue team, which is composed of higher ranked cha pilots, is fielding the sa number of chas as the red team, but are handicapped by their cha grade. They are only fielding light and dium chas, while the red team can field heavy chas.
As you can probably guess, grade handicaps are extrely difficult to overco, much more than number handicaps."
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