"Is everyone ready?" Aithlin Yesynore asked. He was the general for a unit in the Anore Military, a strong general to add to that.
"Yes, sir!" they spoke firmly.
"Ah. You all have a little bit of time to prepare. Use this time wisely."
The elf general walked out of the training ground, and it went into a battle again. Oscar sat on the bench, relaxing.
"Good to see you, captain!" Leah saluted, jokingly. Her crimson red hair was tied up, a flame of determination in her black eyes.
"I'm not the captain of this mission. That would be General Yesynore."
"You might as well be," Lio chimed in. "because you're the strongest out of all of us."
Lio sharpened the tip of his arrows, placing it carefully into his quiver.
"To think they need this many people to defeat one person. A major threat?" Kai asked, still as mundane as ever. However, his posture had changed. As if he had gotten stronger.
"There's been 40 confirmed kills, so far. So yes, it is a dangerous opponent," Oscar said, stretching. He got up.
On his waist, was his sheath. Slowly, he pulled his sword out. Silver, without any stains, clean. Sharp, and excellent for cutting.
"Have you guys heard of the 7 sins?" Leah suddenly spoke.
"No," Oscar replied. Lio was shocked.
"But, it's such a common fairytale?" Lio said, confused.
"I guess I just haven't heard about it."
"Long ago, there were 7 sins. They caused havoc throughout the world. The first 3 Saints were able to slay the 7 sins, restoring peace in the world."
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Kai.
"Think about it. If the sins were supposed to be branched off the deepest wrongdoings of the human spirit… what's stopping them from coming back?" Leah speculated, rubbing her chin.
"Do you wanna know what I think?" Kai asked.
"Yes, please!"
"I think theorists like you should be put down-"
Leah's foot pressed into Kai's face.
"Ow!"
"We shouldn't be wasting our time fighting each other if it isn't to strengthen our skills!" Oscar quickly reprimanded the two.
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"Man… Oscar's just too cool!" Evan said. A human, with curly orange hair and circular glasses. He had deep green eyes and a scrawny build.
"I wish to be like him in the future!" his rather stout friend said, a sharp-eared (an elf) boy, replied, looking into the sky.
Evan was trying to figure out if his friend was thinking about food or his future.
"Say, Almi, do you think we'll survive this?" Evan asked.
"This simple hunt?" Almi scoffed. "It'll be a breeze."
"If the guy chases after you, you'll run out of breath way too fast."
"What's that supposed to mean, you bastard?-"
Almi raised his fist, and Evan giggled. He swung a wide swing.
Using his nimble and scrawny build to his advantage, he leaped onto Almi's arm, balancing on it.
Almi took his other arm to try and strike Evan and moved out of the way, wrapping his legs around Almi's neck.
Almi's palm slammed into his shoulder. He shrieked.
"Hah! You shouldn't try and mess with me like that again, idiot!" Evan said as he tightened his grip.
Almi tapped out, and Evan finally let go. Almi panted, out of breath.