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[Kuukaku is sitting in a small patch of shade by a tent during a small break until the next drill, a canteen of warm water with her as she sips from it. She thought quietly to herself about the situation... It seemed people did see this event as real wartime and despite her inner protests about it, she took to being complacent and doing what she was told despite the bad conditions. Even if she did rebel, she was outnumbered by man-power and fire-power... not to mention her spiritual-based attacks refused to work when she tried them in secret.
Mid-way through another sip, she stole a glance to the part of the camp she could see, noticing that some people were fumbling around, 'newly enlisted' like she was, others that seem to have a strong aura of importance and some were... well, they were missing.
This was going to be tough... another drill was coming up soon and her prosthetic arm had additional limited movement so she'd have to compensate for it even more. That annoys her.]
Mid-way through another sip, she stole a glance to the part of the camp she could see, noticing that some people were fumbling around, 'newly enlisted' like she was, others that seem to have a strong aura of importance and some were... well, they were missing.
This was going to be tough... another drill was coming up soon and her prosthetic arm had additional limited movement so she'd have to compensate for it even more. That annoys her.]