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[failingheaven]

[over here in Camp this morning, there is a sign. There are two young men near the sign, one of whom at least looks a bit uncomfortable, as if this wasn't how he had chosen to spend his morning.

The sign reads: Having trouble fending off monsters?

WEAPONS TRAINING! ALL MAY APPLY. BEGINNERS WELCOME. HIGHLY EXPERIENCED TRAINERS!. . . when I said I

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[evervigilante]

Great. There goes my morning.

[failingheaven]

I'm not the best teacher, either.

[evervigilante]

You sure? Because my idea of teaching is to throw sticks at them until they learn how to dodge.

[failingheaven]

Hmm. The man who trained me, he did that. It didn't take long to learn.

[emocalypse]

...

[evervigilante]

... Are you sure you should be here? You don't look the type.

[emocalypse]

Ah, n-no, I...

[evervigilante]

What is it? Spit it out.

[royalaschole]

Then don't complain about being bored.

[evervigilante]

Ouch.

[royalaschole]

Did you explain to the girl with the brown hair about this place?

[evervigilante]

She works fast. Yeah, I told Rita how it works.

[shadesofrei]

((still on hiatus, will be scattered and slow))

... Seriously?

[failingheaven]

I guess so!

[shadesofrei]

You don't look that experienced to me.

[failingheaven]

That doesn't bother me much.

[foreverjustice]

Experienced trainers, huh?

[failingheaven]

Ahaha, apparently ...

[foreverjustice]

It seems like you and Yuri got stuck here.

[failingheaven]

That's how it is.