Chapitre 6: Chapter 6: The First Mission
Days turned into weeks, and Priya's relentless training sessions melded me into a true martial artist. Each session was a symphony of sweat and blood, Kurogane joined me every single day. We never spoke many words to one another, but weirdly, we never had to. And within time became attuned to each other's fighting style.
Physically, the months of training were evident. My sleek physique has become more defined, sometimes I'll catch myself feeling the sculpted contours of my body.
"Hey, your uniform finally came in," Kurogane hands me a brown bag. "Kitani made some... modifications," I smile at Kitani who is beaming with joy."
I modified Kurogane's as well," a sense of pride fills his voice, Kurogane smiles shyly. I can tell he appreciates it.
"Try it on and tell me what ya think." I retreat to the restroom and a smile remains on my face, maybe I've spent too much time with Priya.
It's baggy, its sleeves flow out like waves, and the pants legs expand farther than the rest of my body. As I step out of the restroom Kitani's face explodes with excitement when he sees the grin plastered on my face.
Kurogane's outfit has lost sleeves completely, instead, he wears athletic sleeves that cover his wrist and upper arm.
Kitani's top piece has been completely replaced by a hoodie, his pants still have a sleek fit.
"You don't think this is violating the dress code?" Kurogane asks, Kitani playfully hangs an arm over his shoulders.
"Lighten up Kurogane, you only get to live once," Kitani says as he dramatically spins to the door.
"And considering the line of work we do," he opens the door. "You might not have that much time to do it."
Kurogane and I exchange a look, I think it was our first time hearing Kitani say something that thought provoking.
It's our first mission today, all the training I've done so far leads to this moment. We reach the meetup point, Kitani is posing for pictures to post on his Instagram. Kurogane struggles with the camera, I take the phone from his fumbling hands and begin snapping dramatic pictures of Kitani.
"Wow these are really good Mani," I smile brightly. "Oh my bad, I have a habit of giving people nicknames," I laugh and shake my head.
"I like it thank you," an image of my sister pangs in my head for a second. I pick up my head to meet their gaze once more. They both smile at each other, then back at me.
"Kelp," a voice startles me and Kitani, Kurogane stands unphased and slightly annoyed . A woman with a sleek uniform and long skirt waves her hand at us. Kurogane and Kitani drop to a bow, I watch them in confusion, once more Kurogane pulls me down into a bow.
"This is our instructor Haru Inumaki," Kurogane announces to the squadron.
"Salmon," she repeats sushi ingredients. I look over at Kitani, he tries to contain his laughter.
Kitani wasn't lying about her beauty, her snowy white hair gracefully sways in the air, her eyes are a deep meadow of greenery. She turns to a small luxury van, gesturing us to enter
.We all pile in, Kitani, Kurogane, and I sit next to each other. Inumaki-Sensei sits at the front next to the van driver.
"What grade curse do you think it'll be?" Kurogane asks excitedly, the only thing that seems to get him off of his high horse is a fight.
"Hopefully something strong, so we can tell Priya about it," he smiles and turns back to his seat. Kitani and I chuckle at his childlike amusement.
After a brief van ride we arrive at an abandoned museum, its pillars surrounded by vines. We exit the bus and I can sense a powerful curse hiding deep within the confines of the museum. I look at Kitani, his face fixed on his phone. I look toward Kurogane, his seriousness matching my uncertainty, he feels it too. Inumaki-Sensei places a steady hand on my shoulder.
"Good luck," Inumaki- Sensei whispers in my ear. I turn around in an instant, her face is a twisted smile.
"GET BLOWN AWAY," a forceful pressure imposes itself on my body, thrusting the three of us inside of the dark museum. Our thuds across the ivory floors echo throughout the darkness.
"What the hell?" Kitani holds his head."Seal the walls," she says, a dark liquid matter rises up from the ground and seals us inside of it.
"She isn't supposed to talk right?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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