In the months after his first starseed consumption, Jarosite hadn't had another hunger pang. His life became a mix of daily training, working at the music store, hanging out with Nina, and doing what he could for the Negaverse. While there weren't any kills, he roughed up a good number of them and kept up some energy quotas. The Captain knew the quotas weren't really necessary, but if it helped them make a foot hold in a public establishment, or gave a general or sovereign extra energy to corrupt someone to their side, he'd do his part to make that succeed.

It was only a matter of time before his work grew attention of the higher ups.

There was no pomp or circumstance to his promotion. There was no gathering, no flashy words or speeches. They called him in, shoved a hand into his chest, and pumped him to the brim and over with Chaos. It changed him, further claiming his distorted and broken soul, and left him more powerful than before. No word were said between him and the General-Sovereign who promoted him, except to express their gratitude at his hard work for the Negaverse. Jarosite was in and out in less than twenty minutes. Honestly, he'd expected something a bit more... formal and longer, but it was what it was.

He wouldn't deny that he wasn't a little bit disappointed though.

Power hummed in his veins and he wandering his training grounds in the Rift in the aftermath. His promotion had given him something new, besides the long torn pirate coat. A pair of cutlasses, with simple yet ornate cross guards and hilts. The twin blades at his hips were sharp; sparks flew as he slammed them into the rocks. They gave him a level of reach he wasn't used to. He didn't need to get close to inflict devastating pain. Even if he just nicked them with the points, he could make them bleed. Yet, testing out his blades against the rocks brought something glaring into the light.

The General had no idea how to use the cutlasses.

He frowned. He finally had real bladed weapons, but had no idea how to use them. He'd spent the last three years leading with his boots. It was more probably he'd do damage to himself or one of his own allies, than the enemy with the swords. He was also mildly frustrated that even though they'd given him more power, that power didn't come with inate knowledge of his weapons. Senshi and knights seemed to just... automatically know, even if they were barely five minutes into their powered lives. He'd worked since day one to have some idea of how to even fight. Even then, he used his legs, his feet, and his height. He'd never once really used his weapons, not really.

The long blue haired general sighed and teleported from the Rift back to his apartment. Jarosite powered down and pulled up his laptop. He typed in "basic sword fighting techniques" into the YouTube search bar.

Time to invest in some free sword lessons.

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