Scarlet
As expected, Sylver arrives nearly fifteen minutes later, only a couple of minutes after Tar vanishes again. And the Guardian has the terminal on his suit pointed towards , showing the screen where Allen is currently glaring at .
Probably to be expected.
Whats unexpected is that the first words out of his mouth arent to yell.
Youre grounded from fighting in Fractures until you have proper combat training, he says, the glare never leaving his face as he talks.
I blink in surprise before staring at him.
Is he even technically able to ground ? Im a full grown adult after all
And before you try to argue, yes, I can do this, he continues as if reading my mind. As long as you are working under , you will be trained for combat. You will not be recklessly endangering yourself without even the combat ability and experience to at least back it up.
Oh.
I open my mouth to speak, but he just cuts off again, And if you dont agree with that, then I wish you luck with finding an Association thatll accept you.
My eyes narrow as I turn my own scowl on the man in the screen.
Youre willing to go that far? I ask, my displeasure with his decision clear in my cold tone of voice.
He doesnt even hesitate for a second before nodding his head, Yes. Your safety is too important to be squandered for re System rewards. And if youre still going to risk your life despite my warnings, I want you to at least be as prepared as possible for it. Is that really too much to ask?
I stare at him. He stares back.
Sylver awkwardly shifts in place, likely wanting to be sowhere else right now.
But we both ignore the guy as we continue staring.
Eventually I let out a sigh and mutter, Fine. Have it your way.
Allen grins like hed just won the lottery before imdiately saying, Thank you! and ending the call.
I blink in surprise at the abruptness of the exit, only to frown at Sylver, who clearly told him what happened. Unless Allen had nanomachines stalking ?
He just shrugs and says, In all honesty, your father was correct. Because while I do admit that youre incredibly strong for a new Guardian, you are far too reckless.
My mouth drops open in surprise at his actually speaking to more than necessary. Not to ntion the complint, criticism aside.
But then one particular part of that statent registers in my mind, and I find myself saying, Hes not my father.
Sylver just stares at for a few seconds before shrugging and turning around, calling out over his shoulder, Your family drama not mine. Were headed back to base. Ill be waiting outside for you to finish healing.
Im serious! Hes not my I trail off as he enters the stairwell, and hes gone.
I lean back against the window with a sigh.
Damnit.
Tar appears in the air with a smug expression sohow planted on his tanuki face.
Dont. Say. A word.
Okay, I wont say that, he says, equally as smugly as he looks.
I just groan while lying flat on my back next to the window.
My injuries werent all that serious, so most of them have healed to the point of scabbing by now. But I really dont want to go down there, so Ill give it another ten minutes to let them finish.
But just five minutes later, Im interrupted from the impromptu nap that I ended up taking by my phone buzzing in my jacket pocket, which is lying next to on the ground. And when I reach over to grab it, I find that its a text from Allen. One with a ssage at the beginning that makes it clear he really is watching with his nanomachines.
[I can see that youre mostly healed by now, so go head to the base with Sylver. You can rest in the room that Ive assigned to you. All night long and even into the morning if thats what you wish. But dont keep him waiting to get a head-start on that sleep. Your schedule for the next few days will be sent through email after this ssage.]
Ugh.
A few seconds later my phone buzzes again and I find an email from Sage showing what Allen has planned for in the next few days. Which basically includes rest for the night and however long I sleep in, a tour of the Association base after I wake up, introductions to the currently present Guardians of the Association, enrollnt in the Lions Heart Guardians University which I guess plays well with my entire reason for going to the Tier 1 city in the first place and lastly, my combat training.
My arm flops on the ground with my phone in hand as I let out a slow groan.
This is going to be a busy next few days.
Although if I rember correctly, the Lions Heart Guardians University is the only Guardian University at the capital city and is the hardest one to get into in all of the Terran Republic, and even harder to stay in it. Not only do the Guardians there have to keep up really good grades, but they also need to participate in a certain number of Demonic Assaults each sester and have to compete in the Interschool Tournants.
But I guess thats just another thing to tag onto my list of things to do.
Probably gonna have to take an entrance exam as well, so I better start brushing up on the history of the Guardian Universities in general.
A few more seconds pass in silence before I get up with a grunt, putting my jacket back on and using repair on all of my clothes. Then I use clean after that and begin to walk towards the stairs.
By the way, when using your blood siphon skill to transfuse blood into people other than you, make sure you pull the blood out of their body before youre done, Tar suddenly says, making frown. The only reason its safe for you to keep the blood in your body is because youre half demon. Any other human would have a problem if it stayed in their bodies for too long.
Oh. Okay.
Thanks for the heads-up.
He bobs up and down once before vanishing.
Ti to see their base. And then to take a nap.
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