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As Dante placed the tip of his blade near Axle, his eyes widened not in shock, but rather in the familiarity of the scenario. 'How many times are people gonna threaten me like this!? It's getting pretty lame!' He thought to himself. "Tch, go ahead Dante, speak to the fool if you wish." He said as Dante wasn't facing him at all. After Zique commented, Axle couldn't help but speak. "What the hell!?!?! I could beat anyone I wanted to if I tried hard enough!!! Aren't you captains supposed to be encouraging us and all that emotional crap!?" 'Dante I swear to God, if you try to kill me.... I'll run away...' He thought to himself.

"Ahaha Even if you sucked at swordsmanship you would be still be great as a stress reviler...monkey boy" Dante laugh "Zique I know i'm still in a mess, but I really need to get to top-knock condition, you know my blindness is driving me crazy you can not even imagine the trouble i had to pass just to mange to get the idea of space" Dante then took his shirt of showing a lot of scars, many old, and almost invisible to eye, others relativity fresh, from the match against Corinth, and finally big red bloody bruises that were no more then a day old "if you add this to the wounds i got from Corinth, and no being able to see nothing in front of you...forget it, my point is ... I need to be able to see again, not with my eyes,but with my mind, touch olfactory, etcetera " Dante was on the point of bursting into tears, he who was always seen as an example of solidness, not breaking under the harshest circumstances, was now desperateness, but not hopeless, once again showing to intention of giving up. "Please Zique accept me as your disciple"


//--When i mean disciple you can eitheir see that as a disciple or just someone who is training with you on a inferior rank, like if u were supervising dante, but i prefer that you choose to be my sensei---if you could--\

"And you expect to get yourself in a so-called 'top-knock' condition by forcing yourself to train? Oh how very smart." Zique said this and gave him a round of applause, observing Dante's scarred and bruised body, although it didn't look like he even cared at all. This wasn't new to him. Seeing his subordinates beg in front of him, asking for training just to get stronger. He never got the point though. What's the point of training anyway? Tiring yourself out trying to reach that one goal... and eventually falling down. [Unless you have a golden resolve. XD] Well that kind of thinking is expected from a sloth like him. He suddenly heard him talk about being his disciple. "Eh? Disciple...? Is there even a need for such things?" He questioned. "You're already as strong as a third seat and being my disciple wouldn't really help you get stronger than you are..." He paused, thinking about some things. "Besides, it makes me feel old, in a way. At this age I'm already going to have a disciple?!"

A sudden interruption from the monkey boy broke the flow of the conversation yet again. Zique was kinda getting used to it, but nevertheless threw another pillow at his face just for the heck of it. "Shut up if you don't want me throwing the whole mattress at your face!"

Zique frowned as Dante thanked him and dramatically fell to the ground. [Since you didn't specify whether it was in front or not, I'm guessing it's at the back.] He walked towards his head and stepped on his face. "Hey, cut the drama will you? I know you lost your sight and all but this isn't enough to turn you like that," he said, looking down at him. "Or am I wrong?" He asked Dante. He sighed, he didn't want the atmosphere in the squad to be gloomy every time Dante would be around and he didn't like the sight of one of his loyal members being so down all the time, or else the negative vibes would get to him and make him look so emo. "You still haven't heard my answer, have you?" He pulled back his foot away from his face and continued, "I'm giving you a week to get your body well. And after that I'll probably be training you." He turned his back at him and walked to the bed which now had no pillows, the two supposed to be there were thrown at Agi earlier. He lied down with his hands at the back of his head, thinking to himself. "Geez. Why do I get these kind of people in my squad? Sometimes I wonder why I still haven't sent him to the eleventh division..."


[I can't really call covering your eyes a new outfit, seeing as you still have the same clothes. XD]

"Such dumbbe--" The pillow Dante threw suddenly hit his face. "How the hell did you reach the pillow when you're lying down there!?" He shouted, taking the pillow off his face and placing it under his head. "What are you Superman?!" A sudden ring of the bell stopped him from shouting more. An announcement about the final round of the tournament echoed throughout the barracks for everyone there to hear. "Looks like it's your last, Agi," he said, sitting up. "Scram! I don't wanna hear your voice and see your face!" Though it should have been a "good luck" from him, he still ended up shouting at his twin even when he was going to face his last opponent for the ranking selections. Again, he rested his head on the pillow Dante threw and looked up the ceiling.

"Sure. Just don't overdo it. I'm not training you if you're not in a good condition." Zique was just tired of people who went over the top with their training. Not that he cared about them, he just didn't like to train with them in their beat up state or else he might kill them accidentally due to being too annoyed. He turned to his left, facing the wall, and immediately drifted to sleep as he shut his eyes.

Yamato walked into the Barracks dodging Axle as he rushed off."Hey watch it will ya? Sheesh kids these days........D***** why can't I be that energetic?" Yamato sighed as his stomach growled."Hmnmmm what is their to eat here?" Yamato wasn't sure who he was asking.

Yamato watched his captain roll pass him and he continued to watch him roll until he was out of sight his mouth hanging wide open."Ooooookaaaaayyyyyy........?" Yamato walked back into the barrecks and was at a lost for words. Instead he just found somthing to eat and thought over what he had just seen."I think the captain is the weirdest of us all."