*Out in the barracks, Jr. is working out his anger at Albedo leaving again by pounding on a training dummy. He has a thick red aura around him and the journal picks up an angry shout.* Prelude to Battle ( Read more... )

*Sound of cloth shifting.* Ugh, my head. Why the Hell does my head hurt thi-augh, damn Malnosso! *More cloth shifting and his hand hitting something hard and flat near the journal a couple times.* Jenny? Albedo?