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The training field was becoming like a second home to Chance by now. He was determined to fix the gap between long range fighting and short range fighting, now that he'd been on the receiving end of one too many daggers and knives and spears; but it was proving to be a lot harder than expected at first glance.

Especially since he had a habit of missing a great deal.

{ you are doing well }

Thank you, Chance thought back, a little smile on his face as he notched his fourth arrow of the day. I appreciate the sentiments, as always, Ace, even if I don't feel the same way.

{ it is good that we are of different mindsets; I find the communication between us to be much more interesting }

Very true, he said lightly in return, and fired off another arrow that missed the test dummy entirely.

He hadn't expected someone to actually walk onto the field while he was in the middle of shooting at one of the practice dummies. Chance had opened his mouth to shout a warning, but the other had lifted a hand, the arrow snapping against his palm as he'd caught it mid-shot.

His eyebrows rose in mild surprise.

"That was pretty cool," said Chance lightly, as the arrow dissipated, filtering into nothing. "But it's not a great idea to walk onto the field when people are on here, just in case you accidentally get shot or something."

Smiling, he stuck out a hand.

"I'm Chance, by the way."

"I'm not a sleeping person in general," said Chance mildly. "But I get what you mean about not being a morning person. They aren't for everyone, of course, but if it helps any, I think your makeup is fantastic. I don't think I've seen anyone like you around here before."

Ace's nails were painted, and so were Chance's, though Chance's were a darker blue and not quite as vibrant. His eyes moved towards the other boy's hand with a certain amount of curiosity before they flickered back up to his face, and Chance's expression relaxed.

"Sure," he said with a smile. "I'd be down for sparring with you. What sort of weapon do you have?"

Have a failed cat, kuro

The protracted yawn was disturbed by the slashing flash and crashed by the scythe. "Hmm~ First tell me what do you like? Then I can make some suggestions." He turned the scythe like a dagger in his palm when he was musing. A light giggle rang aside, <Don't treat me like that when I'm a girl~ heart > "Ah......maybe there would have...how long have you been on the island?" He paused between what he said, dragging like he wasn't fully awaken.

What he did next told Chance that the Scythe wasn't simply a close-range. The sleepy yet sober man released his grasp on the shaft, tugged it forward. The scythe looked like it would slide out of his hand, but the last fraction of it reached his palm, Ace caught it tight. All was done within tens of seconds before the curved blade hooked onto the bow to stop Chance from targeting. His smile told one thing, he was looking forward to how the archer strike back.

<When you're sleepy, you're mischievous like a little boy heart > He uses shooting weapons like Captain, I wanna see what he's capable of.

HP: 36/ 40
DMG: 5
Charge: 2/3

"Hmm....galaxy art may fit you then, you just need some colors, white, some glossy glitter polishes and sponges. If you've difficulties, we can do your nails together." He leaned his upper body on the shaft with the blade still hooking Chance's bow, returning a lazy smile.

<Your nails are not enough? You're itching? ♡>

The twist of the bow also meant the balance was changed, Ace relaxed and allowed himself fall under the gravity and took the elasticity of the bow movement to stand up. Yet, he wasn't fast enough to swing the scythe over to block the arrows. The momentum sent him backward for a few steps before he made his stance firmly. "Less than a week here, people are fun I agree, reading those twitter drama is a great entertainment and talking to people spent longer time here widen my horizons. Who would imagine a voice in your own mind that can communicate with you?" The tall man chuckled.

"Besides, wielding a weapon makes me feel like we're in a sci-fi movie, sad that I haven't seen a laser gun or lightsaber yet." He shrugged, swinging the scythe downward to create a whoosh.

<Hehe, Ace, you need to work on your reflex~♡>

HP: 31/ 40
DMG: 0
Charge: 2/3

Chance did hint that he wished both didn't need to visit infirmary after the spar, so Ace smiled. "Got it, I have more than enough for you to borrow. What's your room number or it's a secret? The prince that woke me up won't tell me her room." He shrugged before continued, "Only told me to meet her at training fields." His tone suggested that that woman sounded like a dog owner, intentionally or not.

Even a quick learner, his sleepiness contributed to the inconsistent strikes. Sometimes it was like a kitty scratch, sometimes it was hard enough to push Chance back. Ace was as fickle as a game of gamble, it was hard to guess whether his next strike was strong or weak. "Oh yup, they're different than the outsiders: sharp like dagger, more straight-forward, carefree and dangerous." He swung the scythe bottom-up. "In other words, attractive."

<Including me? ♡> Yes my dear.

He hopped with the scythe to dodge the arrows, "Oh what a beautiful coincidence. Asher right? Pleased to meet'cha, she's Catherine. I'm an orphan, so I named myself when I knew words. I like what it means." The tall man said.

"Agree, who will expect a giant scythe? I don't look like a reaper or Death at all. I didn't wield a weapon before, so whatever it is I have to start afresh anyway. Not a bother." Carrying a real thing was different than playing games, it had a weight whereas his body reflex had limitations. "What's Asher? The design of the bow looks lovely." The scythe hummed for attention for the full gauge of fear.

Shush dear, no charge today, or one of us need to go to infirmary. <Alright~ ♡>

HP: 26/ 40
DMG: 4
Charge: 3/3

"Not in the basement then, so lucky. Maybe, maybe not. She doesn't like she want to talk, short streamlined replies. We sleep in a clear glass pod, funnily like a sleeping beauty, so the one who wakes you up will be the prince." He explained. "By the way, is the room wider and nicer upstair?"

As to prove Chance's thought, the scythe broke the fear arrows and dug from the side way, sawing on the bow like a violin with a great force. Catherine was delighted for the compliment and the excessive fear made the scythe more destructive. <Thank you! I like this handsome guy ♡> "Her way of saying thank you. I guess we're similar then, you have seen many things I assure, what kind of jobs have you done before?" After escaping the orphanage, he had to earn his own livings. He'd stolen wallets, lived with women, and done all sorts of part-times. Among all, being a clown was his all time favourite.

HP: 25/ 40
DMG: 8